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CP Butchvarov
Daddy Grooves

St Paul Daddy Grooves In the sleazy motel every silhouette Every barren soul every tortured kid Has got it’s problems it is a problem Got it’s groove that runs so deep Just wanna say hi hello Hi hello your daddy grooves Just wanna say hi hello Hi hello your mama moves Only lethargy only decadence And we sleep with the curtains closed Through every window out every keyhole The city walks to cough in our eyes Just wanna say hi hello Hi hello your daddy grooves Just wanna say hi hello Hi hello your mama moves And the bus stops for our passage And the deafness it’s only sport Every fascist gun every politic Want to think that they’re the ones You pave the hamlets I’ll fell the forest We’ll microprocess far and wide Just want to say hi hello Hi hello your daddy grooves Just want to say hi hello Hi hello your mama moves And the bus stops for our passage And the deafness it’s only sport Words by Jo Flagg and CP Butchvarov Tell Me A Story Smoke waved past the empty glass Tell me a story I said She looked in the air to find it there And painted my story instead Tell me a story I asked again Tell me a tale of your home She looked at her hands with eyes in a dance And made my story a poem I wanted a story She looked straight ahead Played the guitar instead I started to worry and asked for a story She finally looked in my eyes Without a word that I ever heard She told of the fools and the wise Wanted a happier ending I said She widened her eyes like a scream Go home she said go on to bed And maybe you’ll have a dream Words by John S Bowers Spitfire Rose Waking to the falling snow My lover silent in her sleep Rise in darkness don my robe To sort through all the evening’s dreams Fetch the metro morning paper Coffee brewing in the kitchen Cats are feeding frost is snapping Clocks keep up their stoic ticking Ageing at a breakneck speed I feel my skin grow lean and taut Soul sustained by different need With love I found the peace I sought Filing thoughts on scraps of paper Laughing through the latest scandal Lover sleeps I sit and wait While morning burns another candle I wear the garment I wear the gun I’m having good old-fashioned fun Got a file full of plots and schemes Just living here in a world of dreams Floundered sank and swam to you And smashed through gates and doors forbidden Teethed on granite solitude In search of something slyly hidden Rollercoaster through emotion Flying slingshot out of dark At your service at your mercy Show me how to win your heart I wear the garment I wear the gun I’m having good old-fashioned fun Got a file full of plots and schemes Just living here in a world of dreams Lover smiles and whispers softly Waking from her dreamy sleep Pour another cup of coffee Wonder awe and joy release me Spend the day embraced by fortune Food and warmth my lover makes Wave the banner light the torches Strip me naked when I wake I wear the garment I wear the gun I’m having good old-fashioned fun Got a file full of plots and schemes Just living here in a world of dreams Words by CP Butchvarov The Song That Holds Us All I brought a bag of breadcrumbs And the ducks came up to chat awhile The moon was cold and the sleeping night Was full and round and clear I heard the wind blow down the river A stinging lullaby The stars sang haunted harmonies The ice a rumbling bass I close my eyes to hear the earth Her moan of wasted love She’s been mistreated by her man She sang a sob of pain The ducks began to murmur softly I heard a new note far overhead A siren song that called to me On strings of pulsing desire The sound came down from the western sky It filled the whole of my mind I weakly reached out a conductor’s hand The symphony roared on by The ducks all yelled and flew to follow I stayed with the song of the earth The song that gave us womb and grave The song that holds us all I close my eyes to hear the earth Her moan of wasted love She’s been mistreated by her man She sang a sob of pain Words by John S Bowers Cinderella These glass slippers don’t fit you Your pumpkins are caved in The rats have been poisoned and they can’t be saved You cry in the kitchen cry at the mirror Cry out for someone but nobody hears Cinderella please tell us Where has the gown gone Your hair doesn’t bounce And your smile doesn’t shine The prince never calls now And all you can say is Once upon a time All the fairy godmothers Have gone into hiding In a house in the suburbs with aluminum siding You scrub on the floor And you scrub in the rafters No one you know is living happily ever after Cinderella please tell us Now is the ball over You walk after midnight And hope for a crime The prince has your number But all he can say is Once upon a time When dreams came true Words by John S Bowers Choo Choo Baby Born to a whore and a one’legged sailor’s mate Shipped shore to shore in the hold of his leaky old ship Lashed at a whim thrown ashore this distant land Slander my kinfolk dredge the dirty deeds of the past But I never was a barfly couldn’t stand the stench and the smoke Oh there never was a reason never to be alarmed Choo choo baby roll on down these tracks There’s a pattern in the charts makes me howl at the harvest moon I been shakin all over havn’t slept since god knows when Well they say there’s more than meets the eye I’ll attest to that There’s a circus master just as sure as the sun does shine But the reason for existence continues to amaze and confuse me Choo choo baby roll on down these tracks There’s a pattern in the charts makes me howl at the harvest moon I been shakin all over havn’t slept since god knows when Take me to the mountains rip me from the modern world It’s a game of wits and you play for your peace of mind But the changing of the seasons always will make you cry Choo choo baby roll on down these tracks There’s a pattern in the charts makes me howl at the harvest moon I been shakin all over havn’t slept since god knows when Words by CP Butchvarov On The Track Am I on the train or am I on the track Am I on the street or am I off the map This is the wrong way that’s not my north star That’s not my language that’s not my music It’s around the corner it’s undercover It’s across the border it’s beneath the surface Am I on the train or am I on the track Am I on the street or am I off the map Is this the platform when does the train come Where does the line end why are you laughing They crowded around me and stared at my clothing Their faces asked questions their gestures frightened It’s around the corner it’s undercover It’s across the border it’s beneath the surface Am I on the train or am I on the track Am I on the street or am I off the map A woman embraced me and tied lace around me She kissed and gagged me she pushed me backward I fell off the platform I feel the cold rail I hear the cheering I hear the whistle I lost my family at stations behind me I lost my papers I lost my house key They gave me papers I couldn’t read them They gave me baggage it felt so heavy Am I on the train or am I on the track Am I on the street or am I off the map Words by John S Bowers Dark Thunderhead She’s like the clouds Floating in your skies of blue Soft to your touch Gentle love to pull you through Dark thunderhead At last Hard driving rain Will pass She’s like the dream Drifting through your night of sleep Tame ever wild Always on a different street Dark thunderhead At dawn Heart of it all Soon be gone She’s like the sun Burning through your day of gloom Still in the night Blinding light to fill your room Dark thunderhead Mi amour She’s in your heart Ever more Words by CP Butchvarov Toothpick Castle Buy all my heroes at the five and dime Toss on a cd and I’ll blow my mind Reach for a feeling that is oh so rare It’s lonely in that cubicle but why would you care Heard a lot of talk about war and hate But such depressing news will have to wait But a short life to live in full So don’t bore me with your self-righteous bull Spend a lot of time at the fitness clubs Overtime is spent on a good backrub Cruise late at night for those classy whores Buy my magazines at convenience stores Heard a lot of talk about god and love Although I’m not sure what they’re thinking of The power in my turbo makes me feel secure I like my scotch and soda well that’s for sure Don’t be so certain don’t raise that cocky brow Life is like a toothpick castle Gonna fall any minute now Well if clothes make the man then I rate real high The limit’s just as close as the starry skies The trends seem to watch where I spend my pay If style is any key then I am on my way Heard a lot of talk about conscience too But why would anybody care to feel so blue Rise in the morning when I’d rather sleep Don’t want to get myself involved too deep Don’t be so certain don’t raise that cocky brow Life is like a toothpick castle Gonna fall any minute now Words by CP Butchvarov Bird In Flight You got me in your pocket bruised against your change Then you shot me off like a rocket I soared in the heavens and walked on the beach You say it’s not an option it’s all about me and what I want Never did love fall so madly Still the memories continue to haunt me You weep and fling your arrows pierce the youthful heart Then you fly off like a sparrow Chasing the storm clouds twirling in the sky You say don’t be so narrow it’s all about love and what isn’t Never did words seem so empty Still the memories continue to haunt me I’ll build a shelf in my memories for you If that’s what you want me to do Run off to the mountains battle your demons I bathe in your endless fountains Drowning in bourbon drifting down the road You say I’m on my own now it’s how I feel this moment Never did friends part so coldly Still the memories continue to haunt me I’ll build a shelf in my memories for you If that’s what you want me to do Lock me in a lover’s prison make me toe the line But then you never ever listen The heart beats in measure sweet love’s made for two You say I have a mission it’s all about me and who I am Never did words ring so clearly Still the memories continue to haunt me I’ll build a shelf in my memories for you If that’s what you want me to do Words by CP Butchvarov Wild Train Ride the wild train stranger Dance those dice now roll Night full of thunder all heaven under Your shadow’s out of control We’re born in a world with love never where But I gambled the moon on a wild train That two hearts make a pair Wild train split the country It’s one big heart to break Wheels on a wire your engine’s on fire The dreamer sleeps when you wake We’re born in a game I hold one card I gambled the moon on a wild train The man says All aboard Ride the wild train rosebud Wheels on ice now roll Your devil’s an angel who made a choice Tomorrow’s out of control We’re born every day and live all alone Travel to work on a wild train A wild train brings us home Words by John S Bowers

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