songs from "your kind words"
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| Your Kind Words |
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| Never Happen Again |
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| In Spite of Me |
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| Repo Man |
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| (Sorry That I'm Not) Home Depot Type |
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| A State of West Virginia |
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| Me And Cousin Willy |
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| Father Jones |
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| Retail Therapy |
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| A Hillbilly Makeover |
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| No Place Like Home |
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| Green River Killer |
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Repo Man
© 2004 Richard M. Schroder. All rights reserved.
I am the repo man; work every part of town
Take all kinds of things, when I make my rounds
Me and my boys move quickly, and never stay too long
Gotta load your stuff
Into my truck
I’d love to stay
But there are bills to pay
And they always say
They did nothing wrong
I am the repo man; your furniture I claim
I’ve heard all the excuses, they all sound the same
I don’t look at faces and don’t remember names
When I knock on your door
You know what’s in store
You’ll rub your neck
Try to write me a check
Saying what the heck
You’re not to blame
I am the repo man; I gave my heart to you
When me and my boys were taking your stuff, our eyes met I knew
We got married quickly, had a kid pretty fast
Bought a big place
Filled up the space
It was all a blur
You wanted a fur
And new furniture
That was built to last
I am the repo man; my wife she loves to spend
She always needs more things, it never ends
From the beginning I chose to ignore her past
It just wasn’t right
That when the money got tight
Her love grew cold
And things got old
Low and behold
She was still spending my money fast
I am the repo man, the banks now are calling me
Don’t ever make mortgage payments, through a credit card company!
My debts had risen sharply, I knew it couldn’t last
My boys came to collect
I tried to write ’em check
They took all I had
Which made me mad
But what was really sad
Was the courts gave her half
I am the repo man; still work every part of town
Take all kinds of things, when I make my rounds
I remember clearly, it hasn’t been that long
Now when I load their stuff
Into my truck
Wish I could stay
But I got bills to pay
And now I never say
They did something wrong
Father Jones
© 2004 Richard M. Schroder. All rights reserved.
My name is Father Jones, priest for the church
Thirty-one long years now, for what it’s worth
I’m a pillar of the community, a part of each home
In this small town, I’m rather well known
I started out in Brighton, at Saint John’s Seminary
A short time in Salem, then on to Sudbury
Everywhere I’ve been, people are all the same
Everyone takes the credit, no one takes the blame
If they only knew the madness hiding inside of me
Just below the surface of everything they see
Blinded by their faith in who and what they believe
Putting all their hope in someone like me
Before mass every Sunday, I hear all of their sins
They bring me their children, which is where it all begins
I minister to the dying, baptize the newborn
Help them get married, and shelter the forlorn
I always dress in black, perform the service in white
Beneath the stained glass windows, by the candles’ light
Most days I can stop myself, but sometimes I lose control
The first time it happened, was so very long ago
If they only knew the madness hiding inside of me
Just below the surface of everything they see
Blinded by their faith in what they believe
Putting all their hope in someone like me
If they only knew the madness inside of me
If they only knew the madness inside of me
Me And Cousin Willy
© 2004 Richard M. Schroder. All rights reserved.
My father never was home, he owned the Crown Lanes Bowladrome
My mother drank herself to death, left me on my own
Willy taught me all I know, when he got out on parole
Easy money, life was good, “work’s for suckers” so we stole
A man’s gotta do what a man’s gotta do
If it comes down to me or you
No one gives you nothing in this world
So I take what I’m due
The house was old, a sign in front said, “sold”
We had done this before, we were about to strike gold
Me and Willy were old pros, in and out nobody’d know
Didn’t think anyone was home, things got out of control
A man’s gotta do what a man’s gotta do
If it comes down to me or you
No one gives you nothing in this world
So I take what I’m due
Fled into the night, until we saw a motel light
Behind it on a dirt road, parked the car out of sight
Willy sat on the bed, “I can't go on now” he said
So in the middle of the night, I put a bullet in his head
On a steep and winding road, hit the guardrail and rolled
No one for miles around, my body was ice cold
Seemed like a bad dream, broken glass and metal at the scene
I hear fire but I can’t see, there’s a smell of gasoline
A man’s gotta do what a man’s gotta do
If it comes down to me or you
No one gives you nothing in this world
So I took what I was due
A man’s gotta do what a man’s gotta do
If it comes down to me or you
No one gives you nothing in this world
So I took what I was due
(Sorry That I'm Not)
The Home Depot Type
© 2004 Richard M. Schroder. All rights reserved.
Never owned a drill before, or a ratchet set
Never owned a Craftsman tool, there’s none I wanna get
Never tried a tool belt on, it just wouldn’t look right
Sorry that I’m not the Home Depot type
Can’t fix our leaky faucet, which dripped for days
Can’t change a flat tire, thank god for triple A
Can’t make a home improvement to save my life
Sorry that I’m not the Home Depot type
I really gave it an honest try, but we could clearly see
That when I set the house on fire, there was no hope for me
Now I try to take it easy on my weekend days
Knowing I’m all thumbs and that you love me anyway
Now when things break, you look at me and smile
Now I don’t try to fix it, cause we know it’s futile
Now when the sink clogs, Roto Rooter clears the pipes
Sorry that I’m not the Home Depot type
I’d love to clean the gutters, but I’m afraid of heights
Sorry that I’m not the Home Depot type
Sorry that I’m not the Home Depot type
Your Kind Words
© 2004 Richard M. Schroder. All rights reserved.
Your kind words, were my hand-me-downs
In your kind words, I did drown
Nothing you said, made such a sound
As your kind words, my hand-me-downs
Wherever I go
They are there with me
Whatever I sow
Is from their seeds
I’ll never forget
The things you said
Still can’t yet
Get them out of my head
Grateful for this gift
You gave to me
Your tongue swift
In its severity
Written in my gut
Your cruelty
Which can’t be shut
From my memory
I Look in the mirror
No one stares back at me
It’s becoming clearer
For I can see
In my head
A part of me
This long thread
Now pulled free
Your kind words, my hand-me-downs
In your kind words, I did drown
Nothing you said, made such a sound
As your kind words, my hand-me-downs
Your kind words, my put me downs
Your kind words, of great renown
Nothing you said, made such a sound
As your kind words, turned me upside down
Retail Therapy
© 2004 Richard M. Schroder. All rights reserved.
Best Buy, Amazon, Pottery Barn, dot com
Old Navy, Gap jeans, Martha Stewart, L.L. Bean
Crate and Barrel, J. Crew, Starbucks, Nike shoes
Circuit City, Wal-mart, J.C. Penny, Kmart
Rebates, warranties, service plan, guarantees
Registry, gift cards, no interest, credit cards
Cash back, discounts, open up a charge account
Payments, give aways, put it all on lay away
The more you make the more you spend, keeping up with the latest trends
He who dies with the most toys wins, can’t take it with you in the end
Beeping pagers, CD’s, cell phones, DVD’s
PDAs, flat screens, palm pilots, blackberry’s
Vacuums, coffee makers, VCR’s, refrigerators
Cable, caller ID, satellite, TV
The more you make the more you spend, keeping up with the latest trends
He who dies with the most toys wins, can’t take it with you in the end
Are you happy or do you want more?
Can you find what you are looking for?
You can shop for evermore, but it’s not sold in any store
The more you buy, the more you save, stores are always open late
Acura, Volvo, Mercedes-Benz, Yugo
Mercury, Cadillac, Nissan, Pontiac
Maserati, Honda, Lexus, Mazda
Audi, Lamborghini, Kia, Mitsubishi
Oldsmobile, Bentley, Porsche, Suzuki
Chrysler,Infiniti,Jaguar,Ferrari
Geo, Mini cooper, Buick, Isuzu trooper
Volkswagen, Chevrolet, Subaru, Hyundai
The more you make the more you spend, keeping up with the latest trends
Never Happen Again
© 2004 Richard M. Schroder. All rights reserved.
He said let’s get married, and she couldn’t wait
Their life was perfect, a dream come true
Then one night it happened, straight out of the blue
She tried to hide it, put a scarf around her face
Dark glasses and makeup, covered up the place
He said he was to blame
He said it would never ever happen again
Her mother grew worried, could see through her lies
She lived through it too, til the day daddy died
It all seemed so familiar; like she’d been here before
He always says he’s sorry
He always says it will never ever happen again
She thinks about leaving, but there’s no escape
She tries not to anger him, but he’s hard to anticipate
How did it all happen, how did it get this way
Time keeps moving on, there’s a baby on the way
She finally takes the baby, and flees into the night
Couldn’t take it anymore, being afraid for her life
Living in dread, each and every day
Wondering what she can do, to can make it go away
He always said he was sorry
He always said it would never ever happen again
He always said he was sorry
I Can't Believe I'm In West Virginia
© 2004 Richard M. Schroder. All rights reserved.
I’m not supposed to be in West Virginia
Can’t believe I’m in this state
I needed to get down south
Should’ve taken another route
But a trucker drove me here and it’s too late
I said to wake me before the state line
Now I might have to face an old crime
It happened when I was young
I was willing to take her hand
The problem was her old man
Who came at me one night with a gun
So I’m not supposed to be in West Virginia
Can’t believe I’m in this state
I needed to get down south
Should’ve taken another route
But a trucker drove me here and it’s too late
I woke just as we crossed the state line
He let me out, I figured I’d be fine
To hitchhike back up the road
So no one would ever know
I was in West Virginia for a time
Then a statey drove by
He didn’t question me
Or ask for my ID
Though I was trying to hide
That I’m not supposed to be in West Virginia
Can’t believe I’m in this state
I needed to get down south
Should’ve taken another route
But a trucker drove me here and it’s too late
Hillbilly Makeover
© 2004 Richard M. Schroder. All rights reserved.
Working on my farm with my gal by my side
Who’s overweight, ugly and very cross-eyed
While taking a break I saw a show on TV
Where people got made over, it was hard to believe
So I wrote em’ a letter, got my girl on the show
Consulted the doctors at the TV studio
She got scared when she heard there’d be some pain
I said “darling don’t worry, let the doctors explain”
They’ll fixed your nose and rearrange your face
Tuck your tummy and shrink your waist
Liposuction, fake boobs, botox injections, lip hair removed
It’s a hillbilly make over, a hillbilly make over
You don’t have to worry if your woman is looking older
Hillbilly make over, hillbilly make over
Nowadays you can change the things you don’t like about her
To fix her nose and rearrange her face
Tuck her tummy and shrink her waist
Liposuction, fake boobs, botox injections, lip hair removed
It’s a hillbilly make over, a hillbilly make over
You don’t have to worry if your woman is looking older
Hillbilly make over, hillbilly make over
Nowadays you can change the things you don’t like about her
One day I came home and to my surprise
My girl had left me for another guy
A hand written note was pinned to the door
Saying “I can’t stand your ugly cross-eyed face no more”
Fixed her nose and rearranged her face
Tucked her tummy and shrunk her waist
It’s a hillbilly make over, a hillbilly make over
You don’t have to worry if your woman is looking older
Hillbilly make over, hillbilly make over
No Place Like Home
© 2005 Richard M. Schroder. All rights reserved.
Green River Killer
© 2005 Richard M. Schroder. All rights reserved.
A body was found, by the green river today
“It was a teenage runaway”, I heard the newsman say
A bag was pulled over the dead girl’s head
Which came from a Seven-Eleven the papers read
It was 1982, on a summer Seattle day
And no one knew Green River’d be the site of 40 graves
A second girl was found naked, with a broken neck
And a third fully clothed, in an abandoned wreck
Bodies began turning up one by one
As the police started questioning everyone
Most were hookers and prostitutes
Who worked the strip of misguided youth
The strip was surrounded by motels and bars
Condemned houses, topless clubs and abandoned cars
It was well suited to the killer’s needs
Reports of missing girls went virtually unheeded
Where pimps and their whores would conjugate
Young Cookie Hinds who had been known for her limp
One night she went out to buy a pack of smokes
Later was found with her socks around her throat
As the killings continued, a public frenzy grew
For with every new body came a camera crew
The sheriff tried to deal with the mess
But couldn’t control the TV or the press
State and local officials didn’t have a clue
So they created a task force to figure out what to do
When the cops set up a stakeout by the rivers dock
They accidentally found three more bodies weighted by rocks
Bodies dumped in water were hard to identify
The killer was one step ahead of whatever the police tried
All they had to go on was the victim’s tattoos
The profiler said “such killers rarely ever quit”
So cops were forced to work more than one shift
Newspaper’s thought he was a “policeman in disguise”
“Whose not going to stop until he’s caught or until he dies”
“Was he a cop, or someone pretending to be”?
“They should call in the FBI to stop the tragedy”
Trying to get information, a lead or a tip
They spoke with cabbies and massage parlor girls
In a vain attempt to gain access to their seedy world
And didn’t give a damn about the girls who walked the streets
One girl claimed a cop picked her up but she escaped
After being driven to the river where she was raped
The guy who picked her up drove a blue and white pickup truck
The police tried everything even hypnotized her pimp
For the license plate number of which he got a glimpse
The next girl was found with a fish across her throat
In an area off Star Lake Road, isolated and remote
The killer had a new dumping ground
Where four more bodies were found face down
These girls were placed underneath some leaves
And the list of suspects grew from all the clues and leads
The understaffed police finally called for assistance
From the FBI and the state but there was resistance
To get more funds the sheriff lobbied the politicians
As the bodies stacked up they reluctantly gave permission
Everyone had different ideas of what needed to be done
Fifteen million dollars spent and no end to the mystery
It was one of the biggest manhunts in U.S. history
Pressures grew on the politicians and the state
To cut the task force or increase the tax rate
But raising taxes the mayor would not do
He had just been elected his term was too new
The FBI was desperately grasping at every straw
Even a self proclaimed psychic offered help with the cause
As publicity about the murders grew
Ted Bundy even called to help analyze the clues
When asked if he thought the killer would ever stop
Bundy laughed and replied, “that he thought not”
From nineteen eighty two, to nineteen eighty four
Forty-eight run aways, hookers and whores
Had been killed but no one had been caught
So the task force disbanded, it was over they thought
Two years later bodies were still being found
Could he be in jail, dead or still around?
Twenty years later the Green River again was in the news
For DNA evidence brought forth a slew of new clues
Forensic experts had reopened this cold case
And from semen samples were able to run a trace
A match was found to a man named Gary Ridgeway
Whose appetite for sex was over three times a day
Prosecutors made a deal not to seek the death penalty
In exchange for a full confession and Ridgeway agreed
The evidence was overwhelming that was gathered by the state
So Ridgeway pleaded guilty to killing forty eight
His courtroom admission put an end to the mystery
Though the killer still lives who murdered so many
In Spite of Me
© Mark Sandman. All rights reserved.
Last night I told a stranger all about you
He smiled patiently in disbelief
I always knew you would succeed no matter what you tried
And I know you did it all
In spite of me
I’m proud to have known you for the short time that I did
Proud to have been a step up on your way
Proud to be a part of your illustrious career
And I know you did it all
In spite of me
Late last night I saw you in my living room
You seemed so close but yet so cold
For a long time I thought that you’d be coming back to me
Those kinds of thoughts can be so cruel, so cruel
And I know you did it all
In spite of me
In spite of me
