when the bomb drops
Just1L, Randy Drilingas ©2017
Don’t wrack your brain
Don’t go insane
Everything you think about.
Right & left & running out.
All the way.
Don’t go insane.
When things you don’t like to do
Become what define you.
Don’t lose your cool. (Whatcha thinking?)
Neanderthal drool. (Where you drinking?)
End up paying in the pen.
Make a friend to save your skin.
Not the way.
Don’t go insane.
Wave your hands in the air.
Rollercoaster everywhere.
All the way, home.
Don’t go insane. No.
It’s a sham and it’s taken its toll.
A train wreck you can’t un-see.
Ill-fated Lil’ Dated
Contemplated while he waited
For all ya’ll to come along.
He’s still tossing it around.
And who’s to say when the bomb drops baby,
We all just might be having a ball.
Here’s a toast to you.
We drink
fear instead of cheer
The end of days are always near
Well that just ain’t living at all.
And who’s to say when the bomb drops baby,
We all just might be having a ball.
Here’s a toast to you.
Don’t wrack your brain.
Don’t go insane.
rocket
ship
Just1L, Randy Drilingas ©2014
Sometimes I feel like
I wanna build a rocket ship.
Climb up, get in, blast off
and take a ride in it.
Leaving this world behind to find
a better place to go.
With no people there to tell me
what they think I should know.
Be gone. Be gone..
Say goodbye to the new way.
Some days I feel the wool
getting pulled over my eyes.
Everything I read these days
needs an asterisks by its side.
Begone. Begone.
Say goodbye to the new way.
Be gone. I wanna be gone.
Say goodbye to the new way.
Too much information going on.
Opinion nation growing strong.
A rocket ship could get away from it all.
Begone. Begone.
Say goodbye to the new way.
Be gone. I wanna be gone.
Say goodbye to the new way.
pick a pocket
or two
Words and Music by Lionel Bart
Published by TRO – Hollis Music, Inc.
In this life, one thing counts
In the bank, large amounts
I'm afraid these don't grow on trees,
You've got to pick-a-pocket or two
Why should we break our backs
Stupidly paying tax?
Better get some untaxed income
Better pick-a-pocket or two.
Better pick-a-pocket or two, boys.
You've got to pick-a-pocket or two.
Why should we all break our backs?
Better pick-a-pocket or two.
Robin Hood, what a crook!
Gave away, what he took.
Charity's fine, subscribe to mine.
Get out and pick-a-pocket or two
Take a tip from Bill Sikes
He can whip what he likes.
I recall, he started small
He had to pick-a-pocket or two.
He had to pick-a-pocket or two, boys.
You've got to pick-a-pocket or two.
Robin Hood was far too good.
He had to pick-a-pocket or two.
Dear old gent passing by
Something nice takes his eye
Everything's clear, attack the rear
Get in and pick-a-pocket or two.
When I see someone rich,
Both my thumbs start to itch
Only to find some peace of mind
We have to pick-a-pocket or two.
We have to pick-a-pocket or two, boys.
You've got to pick-a-pocket or two.
Just to find some peace of mind.
We have to pick-a-pocket or two, boys.
You've got to pick-a-pocket or two.
Just to find some peace of mind.
We have to pick-a-pocket or two!
donkey
kong
Just1L, Randy Drilingas ©2016
I never did care for what you said.
It didn't even make much sense.
Trick all the dreamers.
Make 'em believers.
Then you let it go to your head.
When you're high do people stare?
And if so, do you even care?
Did'ja read too much of everything,
And turn your mind to dust?
The rumors, the trollers,
Agenda promoters.
You never know who to trust.
When you're high, do people stare?
And if so, do you even care?
Donkey Kong's got Mario on a string.
He's gonna need to pass him.
To beat the game.
Sometimes the eyes that gaze from a stranger.
Can't see past the nose.
No need to fear the jeers from a neighbor
They'll never make you feel at home.
Could you be, Should you be,
Do you even wanna be,
Do you even wanna be loved?
Then don't forget the words of a mother:
"If you can't say anything nice, say nothing at all."
When you're high, do people stare?
And if so, do you even care?
Donkey Kong's got another trick up his sleeve.
Well...
When you're high, let 'em stare.
When you're low, let 'em stare.
I don't care.
Indigo
Revolt!
Just1L, Randy Drilingas ©2015
You can hear me.
What do you got me planting?
What are these seeds I’ve sown?
You misunderstand me.
I’m only trying to make a home.
Why do I feel so blue?
Indebted to a lack of hope.
You brought upon this sadness.
And pushed me to Indigo.
WooHoo - WooHoo - WooHoo - WooHoo
Greed’s a diseased companion.
A blind eye to the exposed.
Leads one to demanding.
Another takes a crushing blow.
Why do I feel so blue?
I’d rather have to beg than sow.
You left me feeling hopeless.
And pushed me to Indigo.
WooHoo - WooHoo - WooHoo - WooHoo
If you really watch me.
You know I’m feeling the strain.
If you’d really watched me.
You’d have known.
I was gonna blow. We're gonna blow.
Indigo.
Read about the inspiration for this song, the
Indigo Revolt (Rebellion), by clicking here.
don’t feed
the trolls
Just1L, Randy Drilingas ©2015
Open up a window
Ridicule those inside.
Lose a little control
Say whatever pops into your mind.
The trolls. Aw man, the trolls.
Don't fan the flames
of their shallow blows.
Don't feed the trolls.
Eager for attention
Needs someone to put up a fight.
If boredom brings the venom
Maybe all they need is a life.
The trolls. Aw man, the trolls.
Don't fan the flames
of their shallow blows.
Don't feed the trolls.
There's something you should know.
You'll never win arguin' with a post.
Silly Sam the Sadist
won't allow a comment to pass.
Cuz living in the shadows
Underneath the bridge is a blast.
The trolls. Aw man, the trolls.
Don't fan the flames
of their shallow blows.
Don't feed the trolls.
You'll never win
arguing with a post.
Don't feed the trolls.