Cha-Ching!

Cha-Ching!

It's a cash register

Cha-Ching!

It's the sound of money

Cha-Ching!

Cha-Ching!

Cha-Ching!

Everyday. Pulling back a leaver and there it goes.

Cha-Ching!

It's the sound of winning

It's the sound of losing.

Cha-Ching!

Like the glistening of coins.

Like the sound of my future.

Cha-Ching!

Cha-Ching!

Cha-Ching!

Like death in the grave.

Jam on toast

Seems like the perfect way

the start the day

to chase to blues away

make the sky not grey

Jam on toast

It's so simple that it could be a religion

or a theology

or an enthos

What more do you need to believe in?

Toasted bread with sugery

preserved fruit.

Simplicity in life

Jam on toast

If I was a music maker

If I was a musician, I mean a professional one

I'd play for free
Obviously there would be some costs for me
Perhaps if I was independently wealthy
Yeah I'd play concerts for free

I'd release singles that benefit charity all the time.
Band Aid. Farm Aid. Live Aid. AIDS aid.
Any thing you could think of that's wrong in this world
Aid.

I'd tour around with Bono and try to free Africa
I hang out with Moby and talk about the horrors of the meat industry
I'd revive Freddie Mercury with the unholy powers of Rock N Roll and we'd fight AIDS
Created clever union protest songs with Pete Seegar
Give some samples of my music to Black Eyed Peas
so they can turn it into a song about the need for human unity

I guess that's why I'll never be a famous musician

Movement, as therapy

Let you hair down and forge ahead
though all dreams and hopes and wishes unsaid
lead through strange grounds unread
Let you hair down and forge ahead

Lace up your shoes and run away
don't waste another second of day
listening to all the babblers and what they say
Lace up your shoes and run away

Rev the ignition and go for a drive
testing the speed limits to feel alive
getting as much fun as you can contrive
Rev the ignition and go for a drive

Kick off your blues and dance around town
don't let the mean people get you down
just bang on a drum and shake the ground
Kick off your blues and dance around town

Let you hair down and forge ahead
Lace up your shoes and run away
Rev the ignition and go for a drive
Kick off your blues and dance around town

And never stop
until you are dead

The Ghost of Josh Pitney's Drums

The ghost of Josh Pitney's drums can still be heard
In the old hall where the music was played
Underneath the guitars and keyboard
Expertly time bass drum, high-hat, and snare combination
Keeping a solid steady rhythm
Driving the world round
Driving the beat of our hearts
Driving our feet forward

The ghost of Josh Pitney's Drums can still be heard
In the first jazz club that ever opened
W in among wailing saxophones
wild trumpets and trombones
the plink of a slightly out-of-tune piano
Keeping it sexy a full of swank
Driving the dancing audience
Driving the percussive snap of the barman
Driving our feet forward

The ghost of Josh Pitney's drums can still be heard
in my ringing ears as I wonder home from the rock show
The smashing thrashing sound of distorted electronics
the solid thumping bass
the bruises on my body
smashed into elbows, arms, and bodys
Keeping it raw and untaimed
Driving our emotions personafied
Driving out eternal ideals
Driving our feet forward

Autobiographical

I was born under the hum of drab white florescent tube lights
On the eve of our country's independence
10lbs exactly
the nurses sung “Rockabye Sweet Baby James”

I remember bright sunny skies
listening to Pete Seegar play the banjo
at the Oregon Zoo concert

I've smelt of the fresh air
up in Idaho
Pure and sweet

I always listened to KISSN
instead of pop music.
I saw Paul Revere and the Raiders
at the KISSN Summer Goodbye concert

I witnessed a car accident on Thanksgiving on year
The screeching breaks.
One car flipped on top of another.

The fist CD I ever owned was “Stunt” by Bearnaked Ladies
I played it to death.
Listening over and over.
Until it wouldn't play anymore.

I remember the warmth of my first kiss.
The taste of Cherry bubble gum
Flesh on flesh
Heart on Heart

I felt the blazing red sun of California.
The sun burn on my back.
And the realization the beaches aren't really all they're cracked up to be.

I've driven down the highway with my friends.
Blasting 80's elctropop
“Hungry Like the Wolf”
Like a cowboy
riding into the sun

I remember seeing the news
when the Twin Towers came down
And not really understanding what was happening
why everyone was sad
“Wasn't it just a big building?”


I spent endless years in the service of the BSA
Working on the tree lot
listening by the same 25 or so Christmas songs blear over the sound system
Coming home soaked in rain
smelling like pine

I still wince at the thought of my old room.
Painted a bright Canary Yellow
The kind of color that practically rips your eyes out.


I can still recall the crisp crunch
the first time I ever bit into a watermelon
The juices running down my cheek


If I think hard enough
I can even remember the first day of high school
Worried sick that I'd never make it
And just look how far I've come

Realtionship Talking Blues

If you wanna get a girl
let me tell ya what to do
you gotta clean up your act
and get some manners too
Yes her parents won't really like you much
if you're always walkin round
drunk and such
they'll kick you out

Gotta give her flowers
can't always make her cry
just to prove
you're really a nice guy
Always call her
when she's not around
tell her you miss her
when she's not in town
It's sentimental
She'll be like putty in your hands

Maybe be a real gentlemen
invite her parents over
now and again
Because if they don't aprrove
of you my friend
you're really out of luck my friend

And if her parents don't eat you up
and if her cousins don't eat you up
and if her aunts and uncles don't eat you up
and if her grandparents and uncles don't eat you up
You'll be safe!
getting married tomorrow!
No second thoughts

Then 4 years later
you'll look back on your life
your handsome kids
your beautiful wife
And despite all the
great things in your life
you'll start to cause
trouble and strife
You'll get restless
have a mistress!
You're in trouble

So just slow down
take it easy pal
be thankful that
you've got a gal
On to love you
and keep you near
so just throw away
all your fears
Be thankful
Lots of folks are angry
not you
you're fine.