Land Of Dreams
©1992 shockorama music pub. / lyrics & melody by Bob Schneider
My body floats over her silver sea
I see her moonlit figure turn to me
The sound of thunder roaring screaming by
I reach for her and I fall into the sky
Living in the land of dreams
All is not as it seems
Just tell me what it means
What is my reality?
I'm searching for something lost long ago
I'm running standing still nowhere to go
This underwater stream of memories
I turn to her and fall unto my knees
Living in the land of dreams
All is not as it seems
Just tell me what it means
What is my reality?
And I’ll be there waiting for you
There will be nothing you can do
Here razor stare that sets my heart on fire
This premonition of my strange desire
She only lives inside my land of lies
I only see her when I close my eyes
Living in the land of dreams
All is not as it seems
Just tell me what it means
What is my reality?
And I’ll be there waiting for you
There will be nothing you can do
Lazy
©1999 Shockorama music pub. / music & lyrics by Bob Schneider
No I don’t like idlers
Who just lay around
With their heads in the clouds
And their feet on the ground
Who don’t do a damn thing
All through the day
I don’t think it’s right and you might here me say
People who are lazy
They make me so crazy
They goof off and they giggle
They snooze and they sniggle
And they don’t do a goddamn thing
I’m such a hard worker
I’m up with the sun
My fingers are bones
Cause the work’s never done
I don’t waste a second
Chatting away
At the water cooler
Ain’t no way
People who are lazy
They make me so crazy
They slouch and they’re sloppy
They’re gooey and they’re gloppy
And they don’t do a goddamn thing
Now I might be unhappy
And I might be a grouch
But you just won’t see me
Asleep on the couch
Having an unproductive
Type day
No you won’t see that
And yeah it’s ok
Cause people who are lazy
They make me so crazy
They day dream and they doze off
They noodle their nose off
And they don’t do a goddamn thing
They jest and they joke ‘round
They prattle and they poke round
Let It Slide
©1998 shockorama music pub. / lobby stars music pub. / temple of the poke music pub.
music by David Boyle, Adam Temple & Bob Schneider / lyrics by Bob Schneider
Well you did your best yeah you really tried
But when he said he loved you well you know he lied
Now you can run but you cannot hide
You got to let it slide
Well you made excuses but they kicked your butt
You tried to let it go you couldn't give it up
Now you can run but you cannot hide
You got to let it slide
Now you can change your name you can change your tune
You can change the color of your hair but baby before too soon
You'll find that you can run but you cannot hide
You got to let it slide
Now you can skip out on your friends & you can tell all kinds of lies
You can try and fool yourself but don't be too surprised
When your big old fantasy cuts you right back down to size
Cause you can run from yourself but from yourself you cannot hide
Now you can change your name like you change your clothes
Where will it end well now I guess nobody knows
Yeah you can run but you cannot hide
You got to let it slide
Now he rocked your boat and than he sank your ship
Said you had no chance don't want to hear no lip
Cause you can run but you cannot hide
You got to let it slide
Well you take the good time and you take the bad
That's just the way that it is don't let it drive you mad
You can run but you cannot hide
You got to let it slide
The facts come knockin on your door
Ain't no need to fight it what's the use in fighting for
Cause you can run but you cannot hide
You got to let it slide
Let’s Do Something Fun
lyrics by Bob Schneider
Let’s do something fun
Let’s have a ball
Let’s not let death
Worry us at all
Let’s do something crazy
Let’s do something strange
Let’s do something wonderful
Let’s forget our pain
Let’s bake a cake with marshmallows
And day old tangerines
Let’s write a little symphony
And just play tambourines
Let’s make ourselves invisible
And then fall fast asleep
Let’s make a million promises
We know we’ll never keep
Let’s pretend we’re astronauts
Walking on the moon
Let’s eat a TV dinner
With a serving spoon
Let’s put on our fancy clothes
And go dancing in the park
Let’s make love all day long
And go swimming in the dark
Let’s do something fun
Let’s have a ball
Let’s not let death
Worry us at all
Let’s do something beautiful
Wonderful and strange
Let’s do something fun
For a change
Like a Dog
lyrics & music by Bob Schneider & Kevin McKinney
If you were to treat me like a man
I guess I’d probably move along
But if were to treat me like a dog
You’d probably have to clean up after me
But if you were to treat me like a man
I guess I’d have to move along
If you were gonna go far away
And leave me to my dying day
I guess I’d best just move along
And I’d not have to sing this song
If you were to treat me like a dog
I guess you’ll have to clean up after me
But if you were to treat me like a man
I guess I’d probably move along
But if you were treat me like a pig
I guess I wouldn’t give a fig
But if you were to treat me like a man
I guess I’d probably move along
If you were to treat me like a woman
I guess I’d probably have to say
That if you were to treat me like a man
I ‘d probably have to move along
If you were to treat me like a dog
I guess you’d have to clean up after me
But if you were treat me like a king
I guess it wouldn’t be no big thing
But if you were to treat me like a man
I guess I’d have to roll along
Lip
©1993 shockorama music pub. / lyrics & melody by Bob Schneider
Don't give me no lip about my drinking habits
Don't give me no lip about my chasing women
Don't give me no lip about my smoking refer
Don't give me no lip don't give me no lip
Sure you might see me around a quarter after four
Sure I might come knocking baby drunk at your door
I get a little bit then I want a little more
Never really know what tomorrow has in store
So if you wanna tell me how to live my life I guess I’m gonna say
Don't give me no lip about my drinking habits
Don't give me no lip about my chasing women
Don't give me no lip about my smoking refer
Don't give me no lip don't give me no lip
So you see me with a different flavor every night
You know I like to have a little fun and feel allright
I get a little bit then I want a little more
Never really know what tomorrow has in store
So if you wanna tell me how to live my life I guess I’m gonna say
Don't give me no lip about my drinking habits
Don't give me no lip about my chasing women
Don't give me no lip about my smoking refer
Don't give me no lip don't give me no lip
I might smoke a little reefer everyday
I know it never killed anybody anyway
I get a little bit then I want a little more
Never really know what tomorrow has in store
So if you wanna tell me how to live my life I guess I’m gonna say
Little Piece of Heaven
©1993 shockorama music pub. / lyrics & melody by Bob Schneider
Well it was nine o'clock in Memphis
There's a bottle by my side
Thought I’d take a little nip
And maybe go out for a ride
Something done come over me
And when it touched my skin
The angels opened up their wings
And let me climb on in
A little piece of heaven
Right here on earth
A little piece of heaven
Right here on earth
And the moon shone bright
And I felt so alive
And the world was filled with love
Like a piece of heaven
Well now the wheatfields bathed in moonlight
Round the month of June
Waiting for my ship to roll in
But it never came and soon
Something done come over me
And when it touched my skin
The angels opened up their wings
And let me climb on in
Now its four in the morning
That bottle's been long gone
Waiting for the sun to come up
But I don't think I’ll make the dawn
Something done come over me
And when it touched my skin
The angels opened up their wings
And let me climb on in
Lonely Like the Sun
lyrics by Bob Schneider / music by Adam Temple & Bob Schneider
Lonely like the sun
So far away from everything
Lonely like the sun
So far away from everything
And everyone
So take your love from here
I’ll go and tell the poison sun
The well is dry
The spell is spun
You want ten thousand days
Locked inside this cage
You want some
I’ve had enough
To go around
You’ve cancelled out
The spinning wheel
You’ve sold the battleground
Where nothings real
So take your love away from here
I’ll go and tell the poison sun
The well is dry
The spell is spun
Lonelyland
music & lyrics by Bob Schneider
If I had a million grand
And was as strong as superman
And had a golden sparkling tan
And with my bare hands open cans
I’d still be waiting
Waiting right here
Waiting for you
Right here in lonelyland
If I changed my name to Stan
And all the women in Iran
Said they’d always be my friends
And if there was a party that would never end
I’d still be waiting
Waiting right here
Waiting for you
Right here in lonelyland
And if the world was made from jam
And if I had a case of yams
And everyone loved their fellow man
And even if the kkk were banned
I’d still be waiting
Waiting right here
Waiting for you
Right here in lonelyland
The Long Black Road
©1997 Shockorama music pub. / music & lyrics by Bob Schneider
There's a big black heart
In a big black box
In a big black box
At the bottom of the big black sea
And there's a long black road
Ahead of me
There's black gold
In these black veins
And I wear a black smile
That's misery stained
And there's a long black road
Ahead of me
And there's a black grin on a black moon
In a black starless sky
You put a black magic spell on me honey
That got me so high
And there's a long black road
Ahead of me
Lorena
©1999 shockorama music pub.
They’re gonna put you out in the streets Lorena
They’re gonna dance upon your grave
They’re gonna lock up your heart and throw away the key
So you better watch out honey how you behave
Now you can run around forever
Inside that big ole head of yours
But your gonna find the answers aren’t easy
But you ain’t ever gonna know for sure
They’re gonna put you out in the streets Lorena
One day they’re gonna come after you
They’re gonna tie you right down to the table
They’re gonna make all your nightmares come true
Cause you can’t get away with nothing
Your conscience gonna give you away
You can’t play with fire forever
Yeah and not get burnt they say
They’re gonna put you out in the streets Lorena
Those demons you keep locked away
All them shiny skeletons in your closet
Gonna break free and get you one day
Oh and I’d like to be there when it happens
Oh I’ve got my own demons too you know
Oh I’d like to be their baby
Cause mine got me a long time ago
They’re gonna put you out in the streets Lorena
They’re gonna sing and dance upon your grave
They’re gonna lock up your heart and throw away the key
You better watch it believe you me
Lorena believe me Lorena
For leaving me Lorena
Losing You
©1992 shockorama music pub. / music & lyrics by Bob Schneider
Late at night
As I lay sleeping
All the vampires
They come creeping
They drink my blood
And steal my soul
And I don't bother
To lock my door
I just don't care
Anymore
This house is empty
And black as coal
And it's got nothing
No it's got nothing to do
With the realization
I'm losing you
Feel like a captain
Sailing out to sea
And all I carry
Are these memories
The ship is sinking
And there's no way home
And it's got nothing
No it's got nothing to do
With the realization
I'm losing you
And all the people
That I know
They all tell me
Just goes to show
That no matter where you are
You're still alone
Love Finds Its Own Way Home
©1999 shockorama music pub. / music & lyrics by Bob Schneider
I walked off into the sun
And waved goodbye to everyone
And for a coat of rusted tin
I traded out this dusty skin
I fell upon my misery
That wets the walls inside of me
And tangled in the lessons learned
I found myself a prisoner
But love’ll find its own way home
And as I crawled I called your name
The remedy as well the blame
A killing look an icy sea
And no respite was granted me
But somewhere in the yellow sun
I know one day I’ll find the someone
Who’ll keep reloading all my skies
With cherry apple sweet surprises
Cause love finds its own way home
And if I walked into the night
There myself to find
And all I came across where bones strewn about
In an empty sea
I think there in that dessert sand
I might finally come to understand
That no matter how far lost or gone you are
Or all alone
Love Reactor
©1990 shockorama music pub. / lyrics & melody by Bob Schneider
Ten thousand degrees Fahrenheit
Baby you're hotter than the sun tonight
I don't need a fireplace when you're around
You're warming up the night when the sun goes down
I've seen you set the whole house on fire
Your head turning heat it feeds the flames of desire
Just one look'll burn a hole through my heart
Your loves like dynamite baby but I’ve got the spark
You’re like a love reactor
Baby that's what I’m after
A love reactor
Baby set my heart on fire
If there is one thing that I have learned
If you play with fire well you might get burned
But I’ll take my chances and keep coming back
You're just like a flamethrower mama but I’m a pyromaniac
You’re like a love reactor
Baby that's what I’m after
A love reactor
Baby set my heart on fire
Roses are red and violets are blue
And I’m saving all my love just for you
With just one look I begin to sweat
A good looking body like yours no man could ever forget
So turn on the sprinklers when you turn on your charm
Because the heatwave you create sets off my fire alarm
Lubricate the Death Machine
lyrics by Bob Schneider
We’ve got to lubricate the death machine
Clean it out with turpentine
Pass me the bottle I’ll be allright
I’ve got to grease my brain tonight
It’s gonna rattle it’s gonna hum
Till I don’t know where I’m from
We’ve got lubricate the death machine
It won’t be pretty that’s a fact
My girlfriend’s got her things all packed
She can’t stand me when I’m drunk
So leave the keys and take your junk
I ain’t no saint I’ve never been
I’ve got to lubricate the death machine
Just one more drink before I go
Yes I’ll have the usual
Cause when I’m three sheets to the wind
Don’t care if drinking is a sin
You’re the prettiest girl I’ve ever seen
But I’ve got to lubricate the death machine
I’ve found god in a thousand bars
I’m spitting up blood and seeing stars
Sure I might seem a little unsteady
But if you’ve got cash I’m always ready
My mouth’s covered in vaseline
I’ve got to lubricate the death machine