Under The Lampshade - lyrics ©2023 James Clark.
HIT HOLLYWOOD
Right about now I’d like to hit Hollywood, you’re my latest favourite punchline. Right about now you’ve got me pissed off in 4/4 time.
Right about now I’d like to hit Hollywood, be bedazzled by the glittering gold. Right about now your actions are getting old
And yes I have some pent up fury, it’s your antagonism galore. I will be the judge and jury and imitation Ringo Starr and hit Hollywood.
Right about now I’d like to smash the maple wood. Full moon fever let me blow off some steam. Right about let me show you what lunacy means....POW!
And yes I have some pent up fury, it’s your antagonism galore. I will be the judge and jury and imitation Ringo Starr and hit Hollywood.
It’s the rolling of the eyes that really gets under my skin. The controlling I despised, you must have known there would be repercussions, as you were building the tension, yeah!
Right about now I’d like to hit Hollywood. You’re my latest favourite punch bag. Right about now your opinions have become such a drag.
And yes I have some pent up fury, it’s your antagonism galore. I will be the judge and jury and imitation Ringo Starr and hit Hollywood.
Hit Hollywood. Right about now. I’m going to hit Hollywood, yeah!
A KINDER YOU
Today is the kind of day to listen to Blue and a Kind Of Blue too.
The rain on my parade caused the floats to wash away and the wind won’t inflate a kinder you.
Down on 30th the downpour was murderous, but I had some troubles to wash away.
Refused by your whetted kiss I perused my top 40 list and I found a couple of mainstays.
Now today is the kind of day to listen to Blue and a Kind Of Blue too.
The rain on my parade caused the floats to wash away and the wind won’t inflate a kinder you.
Number 3rd in line when your telegram arrived. In black and white it was over.
When the radio turned on me the piano played blue and green and these 2 standards became my saviours.
Now today is the kind of day.
You said it’s better when you’re travelling. Miles and miles of meandering.
Meanwhile my sweater is unravelling metaphorically. Don’t you know today....
....Is the kind of day to listen to Blue and a Kind Of Blue too.
The rain on my parade caused the floats to wash away and the wind won’t inflate a kinder you.
No the wind won’t inflate a kinder you. No no the wind won’t inflate a kinder you.
PHANTOM GIRL
Who’s seen the phantom girl? Who’s seen the phantom girl?
She seemed to vanish almost instantly. The minute he tarnished his credibility.
I’d like to think she’s thought of me though unlikely is my guess. She didn’t like Mondays and the rest of the week was not my best.
Who’s seen the phantom girl? Who’s seen the phantom girl?
Singing My Best Friend’s Girl with my best friend’s girlfriend, in a car filled with irony and clapping hands.
I’d like to think she’s thought of me though it sounds ridiculous. She didn’t like Mondays and the rest of the week was not my best.
Who’s seen the phantom girl? Who ooh?
Who has seen the summer shaped lips and the funky glasses? I remember her skipping hearts while I was skipping classes.
I learned all my lessons well in the name of Elvis, while being drawn into the arms of her magnetic forces.
Who’s seen the phantom girl?
Giving up the ghost is never and option, when you’re being driven by wild delusion.
I used to think we were so well suited, even tailor made. Still she exited the party early and left me under my lampshade.
Who’s seen the phantom girl? Who’s seen the phantom girl? Who ooh?
TORNADO
She’s colouring pictures to keep herself calm while they scream obscenities to her on the phone.
She’s counting on the whole universe and the lotto tickets inside her purse.
She’s painting abstracts with discounted acrylics then finding the faces of the loved ones she misses.
She’s letting it all get the better of her and the losing tickets inside her purse.
Tornado over The Eldorado tonight. Tornado over The Eldorado tonight.
When it all blows over she will be just fine. It’s such a bad year for good feelings inside.
He drew a bath, first shaking off all intrusions. Leaving her to draw her own conclusions,
Of their history of riding the see-saw. Was this just his luck of the draw?
Tornado over The Eldorado tonight. Tornado over The Eldorado tonight.
When it all blows over she will be just fine. It’s such a bad year for good feelings inside.
Outside there’s another new threat. She stays calm with another cigarette to spark.
Inside there’s a further upset. Emptiness and altogether bereft of picture postcards.
Tornado over The Eldorado tonight. Tornado over The Eldorado tonight.
When it all blows over she will be just fine. It’s such a bad year for good feelings inside. It’s just a bad year for good feelings inside.
WHATEVER O' CLOCK IN THE MORNING
Well so much for looks being deceiving. You’re an open book that requires no repeated readings.
The shutters are all closed you shutter to yourself she’s not coming back this time, the glow paint said so on the ceiling.
In your pathetic world you’re a majestic fool known to the ladies as Prince Alarming.
And it’s whatever o’clock in the morning and you are literally all alone.
It’s whatever o’clock in the morning. It’s time to take stock at whatever o’clock in the morning, yeah
In this darkened house take a note to yourself, the only thing that you’ve got going is your woman.
Mr Moon he shines straight through the cracks of your mental state and onward to the parting gift that’s pinned to the cushion.
The silence is deafening, what you’re definitely hearing are the creaks and weaknesses in your own foundation.
And it’s whatever o’clock in the morning in a bed that’s barely warm.
It’s whatever o’clock in the morning. It’s time to take stock at whatever o’clock in the morning, yeah.
The shadows on the walls simply remind you of the conclusions found on your MRI!
And it’s whatever o’clock in the morningand you are literally all alone
It’s whatever o’clock in the morning. It’s time you took stock at whatever o’clock in the morning.
In the morning. In the morning. Whatever.
REMARKABLY LIKE YOU
Next time. Next time.
The next time you pass me by on Darkness Avenue,
You may not recall me but you’ll recognize the hue of the scar that looks Remarkably like you.
I waited for what seemed a lifetime while you prioritized your valentines.
You lined us up like chocolates but you’re the one who’s centre was toxic.
The next time you pass me by on Darkness Avenue,
You may not recall me but you’ll recognize the hue of the scar that looks remarkably like you.
Flowers as flaccid as my heart felt when I opened up your card and my name was misspelled.
I could have cut you some slack but his name was crossed out in black.
This time you’ll be oblivious like last time and the time previous.
But next time you’ll shine!
So I stumbled home in the sunrise feeling lowest of low in the high rise.
Against my better judgment I’m still waiting for a compliment from you.
So the next time you pass me by on Darkness Avenue,
You may not recall me but you’ll recognize the hue of the scar that looks remarkably like you.
Like you. La la la la like you. Next time. Next time.
BLACK LICORICE - RED LIPS
Black licorice touching red lips in between Irish coffee sips.
Are you ticklish? She quips, desiring to feel satiated but she finds it hard to articulate it.
Black licorice touching red lips. Have you seen her looking devilish?
He ends up speaking only gibberish. desiring to be elevated but he finds it hard to articulate it.
It doesn’t matter if they all know what you’re up to. It only matters that this guy’s in love with you.
How many revolutions until the conclusion that you want justifies the looks that you flaunt?
Black licorice touching red lips. She blushes while he fidgets.
He used to feel so insignificant, now he just feels overrated with all of the zeal she’s speculated.
It doesn’t matter if they all know what you’re up to. It only matters that this guy’s in love with you.
How many revolutions until the conclusion that you want justifies the looks that you flaunt?
Then in the AM hours a trumpet solo blows away the sour notes that rang before. For forty years or more!
Black licorice touching red lips. White fingers pawing fish nets.
Think of all the trouble that he gets himself into, uneducated. Oh he can’t even spell articulated. No, no, no!
It doesn’t matter if they all know what you’re up to. It only matters that this guy’s in love with you.
How many revolutions until the conclusion that you want justifies the looks that you flaunt?
Black licorice - red lips. Black licorice - red lips. Black licorice - red lips.
WAITING ON THE WAITRESS
Waiting on the waitress to calculate what I’ve spent. Waiting while the waitress calls her talent agent.
Then I’m going to take her out tonight! I’m going to take her out tonight! And she’s going to serve me well.
Waiting on the waitress to let down her hair. Waiting to get her number with the pencil from her ear.
Then I’m going to take her out tonight! I’m going to take her out tonight! And she’s going to serve me well.
I’m swimming in her coffee-coloured eyes. I’m beginning to wake up and smell a compromise.
She has stars in her eyes and a script in her hand but tonight I’ll be her Cary Grant.
I’m brimming over in those coffee-coloured eyes.
There are stars in those eyes and a script in her hand but tonight I’ll be her Marlon Brando! Whoa! Whoa!
Waiting on the waitress to get off her shift. Waiting on the waitress to collect her tips.
Then she’s going to take me out tonight! She’s going to take me out tonight! And I’m going to serve her well.
I’m going to take her out tonight! I’m going to take her out tonight! And she’s going to serve me well. Well. Well.
I’m going to take her out tonight!
I BROUGHT YOU HOME
You were the queen of contortion, how you squeezed inside my miniature heart.
And twisted all my emotions and turned them downside up.
Since then there’s been a lack of elegeance inside my catacomb.
That’s why I brought you home. That’s why I brought you home.
That’s why I brought you home. That’s why I brought you home.
Don’t think I don’t think about you, it’s never been the case.
In the ten years since I last held you and the twenty since I first saw your face
There’s been a lot of developments mostly done by mirrors and smoke
That’s why I brought you home. That’s why I brought you home.
That’s why I brought you home. That’s why I brought you ...
Home sweet home. There’s comfort in your proximity.
Hum complete drum was a concept that hit me right smack in my simplicity.
I thought you were perpetual, yes I thought you’d never let go.
That’s why I brought you home. That’s why I brought you home.
That’s why I brought you home. That’s why I brought you home.
Home. Home.
NO GOOD DEED GOES UNPUNISHED
Sequestered in the cellar with 40,000 pieces of plastic. Drastic times called for something just a little bit more fantastic.
While you fluttered above me with those fluttering lashes. You can mark my words, my words were remarkably sarcastic.
And you can take it as gospel, take it as truth. Take me away I’ve been taken with you and you’ve taken all of my time.
Somebody told me that...
No good deed goes unpunished. No good deed goes unpunished.
Walter Reed had his hunches and he was right, you give me fever tonight.
I’ve got $10,000 of my own money invested in my deal. Oh so don’t get me started on the necessary evils.
I have shown you the ropes and the dope now step off of my coat tails.
You’ve got to ride your next ticket back to the land of free meals.
And you can take it as gospel, take it as truth. Take me away I’ve been taken with you and you’ve taken all of my time.
Somebody told me that...
No good deed goes unpunished. No good deed goes unpunished.
Walter Reed had his hunches and he was right, you give me fever tonight.
You’ve been a bee in my bonnet right from the start. I should not have offered up my sardonic heart to you.
Somebody told me that!
And you can take it as gospel, take it as truth. Take me away I’ve been taken by you and you’ve taken all of my time.
No good deed goes unpunished. No good deed goes unpunished.
Walter Reed had his hunches and he was right, you give me fever tonight.
Tonight. Tonight. Tonight.