I've posted 1000s of lyrics on the Net and my rep is well established. and while I hesitate to give an obvious nutcase like yourself a link to my songs, one is provided below. along with a few lyrics. try posting at least ONE song or lyric with a hook and clearly developed theme...if you can.
If I Pen a Masterpiece
I can paint a bubbling fountain,
Mold the canyons of a mountain
With the rhythm of a simple line
Violet moons…the sun and Venus,
I have touched them with the freeness
Of a man who wanders verse and rhyme
But as yet I can’t uncover
Phrases that describe a lover
With all my tomorrows in her hand
Looking back on all I’ve written
I can find your beauty hidden
In each rhyme about forever’s plan
Someday I will write a song, for a love that will not cease
I will name it after you, if I pen a masterpiece
And when doubts have robbed my spirit
In the darkness I can hear it
Somehow when you hold me silently
And when life seems cruel and lawless
Even songs provide no solace
You can find the words to comfort me
And I’ve tried to see each daisy
Ev’ry river running lazy
In a light that’s soft and lyrical
When I feel the warmth within you
Know, my love, that I’ll continue
Trying to describe a miracle
Someday I will write a song, for a love that will not cease
I will name it after you, if I pen a masterpiece
And for a man so small
What I need most of all
Is for someone to believe in me
You’ve helped me understand
That heaven’s open hand
Blesses ev’ry sparrow…even me
Someday I will write a song, for a love that will not cease
I will name it after you, if I pen a masterpiece
© 9/17/08 Robert George
this is for spoken word...
Routine Investigation
As we stood around the grave
‘fore dirt hit the coffin lid
I pictured the past few days and what hearts kept hid
Half pint in my pocket
I’d found Snook on Hollywood pier
Washin’ dishes at the Fish Stick
Winston tucked behind his ear
With Cheatem gone he was my best informant
Although years of snitchin’ had left his conscience dormant
We stepped outside, he bummed a light
I said, “didja hear about Cheatem last night
He floated back in and snagged his pants on some pilings
Musta thought seawater was a Salty Dog
Cos that dumb bastard was smiling
Snook said, “whaddaya askin’ me for
I ain’t seen him in a week or more”
I said, “take it ez Snook
This case is 12 hours old
This is just routine…when his stone is set
This case’ll be stone cold”
Snook growled, “the last time he came in
His brains were scrambled
Belly bulgin’…skin yellow as a urine sample
Plus every Joe and his mama knows
He banged girls and ordered ‘em on the phone
Like Dominoes
Maybe after all those years of livin’ hard and liquor
A hard on was hard on his ticker
And it’s just a suggestion
But maybe he was spent, he came n went
And some gal dumped him to avoid
Lotsa fool questions”
I said, “hang on a second, I reckon you know
You lost a pile o’ dough
You got gypped when he stole your tip
On that meth sale in the valley
40 grand worth in a van outside a monster truck rally
And hell it’s just my point of view but for a dish jockey like you
That reward woulda been quite a score”
He handed back my matches
And like the wind took his ashes
It took his smoky alibi of bein’ home alone watchin’ CSI
I thanked him for his time
And asked where I might find
Mattie this time of day
Waved the smoke from my eyes and was on my way
I drove across town
Dozing at long red lights
Since my divorce, it’s been rough on the force
I ain’t been sleepin’ nights
Didn’t tell the department shrink
How I’d poured my Doris a drink
Smacked her a good one in the eye
When she told me about the other guy
How she’d left her drink there
Packed a bag cos mom’d sent busfare
Now she’s waiting tables back in Oklahoma
And I’ll bet her 36 Cs get her bigger tips
At Tony Roma’s
I ain’t slept a full night since
And my shrink is convinced I’d sleep
If I counted sheep
Took warm baths to soothe my muscles
Or did word puzzles in my bed alone
Like Jumble, anagrams or palindromes
…but fuggit…I’d stuck it out this long on brandy
And eatin’ No Doz like hard candy
Well, I found Mattie at home
Her green eyes were grave blankets
Over a bottomless abyss
All those years of hookin’ n crookin’
Treated her soul
Like a razor treats a wrist
She’d made lotsa money but paid a heavy price
For lettin’ losers wipe their loneliness
On the throw rug between her thighs
I said let’s take a ride, she had nuthin’ to hide
Told her I’d by her a Grand Slam
With an extra slab of ham at the local Denny’s
She sat there dishin’ on customer’s clothes
Dated knock-offs
Runs in the waitress’s hose
With the burning passion of a flamer judging fashion
At the Emmy’s
I said, “shweetheart, what about Cheatem”
She stuck a fork in her face pit and said
“Honey, you know him
He liked it up n durty
I’d give him what he liked for another thirty
You know what I mean
Cos he liked it stanky n bloody
Balls deep in the big muddy
Oh what a scene
He’d be groanin’ n moanin’
I’d have the tv on
With one eye on Leno or Conan
But hell…I don’t know what got him dead
But I’ll bet sleeping around
Made him that hard pine bed’
Then she wiped grease from her cheek
…and said, “hey things’ve been slow this week
I could use a ten for maxi-pads”
So I slipped her a twenty and said that was more'n plenty
plus enuff fer a taxi-cab
I had a bite to eat, called the lieu
And said I had some leads
But no solid proof
Knowing where law is concerned
Proof has little to do with the truth
He said he had the tox screen
Cheatem drank poisoned Jim Beam
But there was nothing at the scene
He suggested I invite the suspects
To the funeral today
Cos how they act might give something away
A victim goin’ in the ground
Might uncover motive buried deep down
So there we were…me, Snooker n Mattie
Grass green enough for an eternity of holes
With the devil as a caddy
It took Snook three tries to get his Winston lit
He blew smoke at the sky
Then tapped some ashes on the coffin lid
Then Mattie looked at me
And looked in the hole
Tossed an old copy of “Shaved” in Cheatem’s grave
With her in the centerfold
Then I looked at her
And thought of love n lust n sin
Then tossed that half pint of poisoned bourbon in
Well, my lieu closed the case
When I said my overtime’d been a waste
I went home and my mind slowly went morbid
I couldn’t sleep thinkin’ how life is cheap
But death is cheaper
And even I could afford it
I laid there alone and thought of palindromes
And how countin’ sheep wasn’t for my brand of man
Thought of my ex…thought of the dead
Wrote “a slut did Tulsa” on a pad by my bed
And drifted off peaceful as a lamb
©2007 Robert George
this is from last week.
Stranger In Town
It was on the night the drifter rolled in on the Amtrak
The mayor’s liquor stash was raided and his home was ransacked
The drifter's Stetson was a wicked halo in the starlight
Laid out sev’ral drunken bikers in a midnight barfight
Some folks said he looked just like a long dead local farmer
Had a boot length leather duster like a suit of armor
Secret meetings held between the mayor and the barber
‘bout the mystery drifter and resentment he might harbor
People said there’s a stranger in town
And they swore there’s danger in town
Things that happened way back when
Somehow brought him back again
There’s a stranger in town
Well, that drifter sat out by some lakeside sugar snap peas
Saw a phantom tire swingin’ like a farmer's trapeze
Daddy on some ghostly porch steps where the night was misty
Windin’ up an heirloom timepiece by a jug of whiskey
Then two hooded raiders rode in like some raging demons
Shot his daddy…lit a cross and left that young boy screamin’
30 years now and that silent drifter still remembers
Someone in a white hood liftin’ somethin’ from the embers
People said there’s a stranger in town
And they swore there’s danger in town
Things that happened way back when
Somehow brought him back again
There’s a stranger in town
Well, that barber was a damn fool and he’d get to braggin’
How he was the fire of that southern county dragon
Though they thought their color was a brand that made them brothers
Just a twist of fate’d make them turn on one another
Decades later and the land still echoed with their evil
Feeding on the townfolk’s mem’ries like a fat boll weevil
So the barber took six bullets from a target pistol
But a witness saw the mayor’s face as clear as crystal
People said there’s a stranger in town
And they swore there’s danger in town
Things that happened way back when
Somehow brought him back again
There’s a stranger in town
Rumors crept like pea vines and they all condemned the mayor
Barely found a preacher that’d share his final prayer
Justice is its most poetic when it's without rhyme or reason
And that mayor felt a poison needle in due season
And that town’s still smokin’ from the flame of racial tensions
But it’s better to just let the Good Lord have His vengeance
So that drifter sat there one night drinkin’ twelve year old scotch
By a burned out lakeside farmhouse with his father’s gold watch
People said there’s a stranger in town
And they swore there’s danger in town
Things that happened way back when
Somehow brought him back again
There’s a stranger in town
©2009 Robert George
and this is Americana from a week or two ago.
Get It Through Yer Head
Used car lot all fulla junky cars
Blackbirds perchin’ on some monkey bars
At the corner playground
Dead street fulla burger wraps and dirt
Belly strained the buttons on his shirt
Stepping off the Greyhound
Why’d he want that small town badge so bad
Windmills were the closest thing we had
To a tall skyscraper
Flashed a gold tooth grin and strapped his gun
In that Texas heat his pastry bun
Was just like flypaper
He said, “Sonny, back where I come from
We had murder in the midnight slums
By teenage intruders"
Saw the .32s there on my desk
Said a killer with a Kevlar vest
Would laugh at my peashooters
“Boy, this world is mean, there’s no in-between
Mister, one false move…you’re dead
I’ve got things to show you, I’m a bad ass so you
Better get it through yer head”
Rumors said he left his Newark job
Cos of problems with the Jersey mob
He’s a loan shark’s debtor
Useta cruise them ranch roads all alone
When he said he'd love a Tex-Mex home
I should have known better
Never liked some of the things he did
Pulled his rifle on pot smokin’ kids
On the alkali flat
He’d just laugh and say “a show of force
Is a hardened lawman’s only course”
But I didn’t buy that
O but what you sow then you shall reap
And in Texas that rule’s dug in deep
As an old mesquite root
And then late one night we got a call
He got there and turned a barroom brawl
Into a damned skeet shoot
“Boy, this world is mean, there’s no in-between
Mister, one false move…you’re dead
I’ve got things to show you, I’m a bad ass so you
Better get it through yer head”
I’d just started on a new crossword
Call came in about some gunshots heard
Past the city limits
Cattle ranch way out by Rustler Pass
Grabbed the squad car and then hit the gas
Got there in six minutes
Rancher dyin’ by his rockin' chair
Heard a shadow comin’ down the stairs
Cos them steps were squeakin’
Pulled a .32 and found my mark
Clock light on a gold tooth in the dark
Was a tiny beacon
Dead before he was aware of it
Hellbound and he hadn’t even hit
That cold hardwood floor yet
Medics found him with the jewels he stole
Wearing Kevlar with a small red hole
Shot right through his forehead
“Sir, this world is mean, there’s no in-between
Mister, one false move…you’re dead
I’ve got things to show you, I’m a bad ass so you
Better get it through yer head”
©2009 Robert George
this is commercial country, from last week.
My Father’s Desk
When my father passed away, Mama got a call one day
She went to his office and picked up his stuff
Mama never liked his job, always thought that he was robbed
He worked hard and never had much time for us
We had it bad
Sometimes it seemed she resented dad
Till she went up to my daddy’s floor
Stepped out that elevator door
Then she saw his desk there by a dusty fern
Photos of her with that crazy college perm
My old pee-wee baseball by his pencil cup
Caught it when some tall pinch-hitter popped it up
Fido’s collar in the corner by his phone
Maybe daddy’s seen him now that they’re both home
Mama knew he never got much rest
Now she saw his whole life was my father’s desk
And she had teardrops on her cheeks, thinkin’ she’d been mad for weeks
When he missed their anniversary last June
Then she opened his top drawer, found the seashell from the shore
Where they walked on their Hawaiian honeymoon
Fin’lly filled a box
With his Titans mouse pad and clock
All those mem’ries…so real and raw
Got on the elevator…closed her eyes and saw
Just a simple desk there by a dusty fern
Photos of her with that crazy college perm
My old pee-wee baseball by his pencil cup
Caught it when some tall pinch-hitter popped it up
Fido’s collar in the corner by his phone
Maybe daddy’s seen him now that they’re both home
Mama knew he never got much rest
Now she saw his whole life was my father’s desk
Never had time to share
So he brought his life there
To a salesman’s desk there by a dusty fern
Photos of Mom with that crazy college perm
My old pee-wee baseball by his pencil cup
Caught it when some tall pinch-hitter popped it up
Fido’s collar in the corner by his phone
Maybe daddy’s seen him now that they’re both home
Mama knew he never got much rest
And she saw his whole life was my father’s desk
©2009 Robert George
and here's a link to my songs.
http://www.soundclick.com/bands/default.cfm?bandID=431939&content=music 
