Jerry Velona

Mozart

by The Joint Venture Band

Released 2015
Karunabird Records
Released 2015
Karunabird Records
Playful and authentic Dixieland jazz.
  • 03:09 Lyrics
    Mozart

    Mozart

     

    Mozart my friend,

    It’s been a while since I saw you sittin’ pretty

    Nose in the air, fur everywhere

    Once a country bunny now you’re headin’ for the city

     

    Mozart you tend,

    To start your dancin’ from the time the sun is rising

    You make me smile, actin’ all wild and free

     

    Baby you’re up to your ears in style

    I’d sure love to tag along if you’ve got some time

    I’ve never met a body who was so much fun

     You big-footed, hay-chewin’ son of a gun

     

    Mozart, my friend,

    I’ve seen you hiding in the dark when you can find it

    Come out with me; maybe you’ll see

    No one’s out to get’cha; they’ll be happy just to pet’cha

     

    Mozart my friend

    So good to see you back and hoppin’ at the party

    We’ll prove ‘em wrong, Mozart my friend and me –

     

     

    ©2009 Jerry Velona All Rights Reserved

    Christopher Robin Music  BMI

NOTES
Mozart is an original composition about our pet rabbit of the same name who gave us great pleasure during his (sadly) short life. It was written in particular for my daughter Nina and sung by her in the original demo. After playing it for several people, I was encouraged to put a professional vocal on the track and release it for the children's music market and lovers of authentic Dixieland jazz with a touch of …
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Love Radio

by Jerry Velona

Released 2014
Karunabird Records
Released 2014
Karunabird Records
Jerry Velona continues to surprise and expand his musical boundaries with his sixth release featuring tricked out rock, new twists on classic soul, raw funk, country and Christmas blues all with his eclectic signature vocals and wry lyrics.
  • 03:25 Lyrics
    Looking for Lewis and Clark

    Looking for Lewis and Clark

     

    I thought I saw some diplomat hawking secret plans in the park

    I thought I saw some citizen walking through a minefield late after dark

    In a world of love where it burns like Nero

    You bounce a fat check and they call you a hero

    In a world of love where it burns like Nero

    You bounce a check and you’re called a hero

    Looking for Lewis and Clark

     

    I was standing alone in the Public Garden

    I was thinking about the late Tim Hardin

    Well when Tim got to heaven he was on the lam

    From a kind of world he didn’t understand

    No one gave Tim reason to believe

    So he just packed his bags to leave

    Looking for Lewis and Clark

    He was looking for Lewis and Clark

     

    I thought I saw my government running away with my heart

    I thought I heard the national anthem sung badly at Fenway Park

    In his tangled web does the master deceive

    Only himself while the rest of us grieve

    Looking for Lewis and Clark

    Looking for Lewis and Clark

    Looking for Lewis and Clark

     

    I said Louie Louie Louie Louie Lou

     

    Looking for Lewis and Clark

     

    © Jerry Velona 2014 All Rights Reserved (minor changes from the original version by composer Sid Griffin)

  • 02:48 Lyrics
    When I Wake Up

    When I Wake Up

    Wonder what’s the hurry?  I’m blurry.  Too early to stand

    A little longer, head stronger, strike up the band

    Horizontal dreaming on a winter’s day

    Gettin’ me nowhere; so hear what I say

     

    When I wake up – That’s when I’ll get what I want

    Got to have it, really, really want it

    When I wake up – That’s when I’ll get what I want

     

    Susan I’ve been cruising, while snoozing, it’s gotta’ be wrong

    Saying life is boring, same thing every morning. It won’t be for long

    Been down with comfort, puts dead in my head

    I’m turning over, to do what the robin said

     

    When I wake up, that’s when I’ll get what I want

    On the way now – any day now

    When I wake up that’s when I’ll get what I want

     

    Ain’t no doubt

    I’m about to figure it out

    But instead of a bucket full of bed

    Drowsy Dan has a plan

    No pajama can understand

     

    The siren song with the tired refrain

    Is like a dream, ‘cause I’m happy again

     

    When I wake up, that’s when I’ll get what I want

    Really want it – Got to, Got to have it.

    When I wake up, that’s when I’ll get what I want

    When I wake up, that’s when I’ll get what I want

    When I wake up, that’s when I’ll get what I waaaaannnt

     

    ©Jerry Velona 2011 – All Rights Reserved

  • 03:13 Lyrics
    The Bureau of Whatever

     

    The Bureau of Whatever

    Off my meds, fell out of bed

    Out of work since Russia was red

    Holes in my socks, allergic to clocks

    Spent the rent; a hundred per cent

    Hey…..I’m running late for my date at the Bureau

    Some Day…..I’m gonna make ‘em real proud

    Over at the Bureau, they’re feeling my pain

    All the free-thinkers sing the same refrain

    They’re so clever at the Bureau of Whatever

    My jacket of leather, offended Heather

    Assistant to the Deputy Compliance Director

    Heather says pleather will feel much better

    She’s never wrong in that tight white sweater

    Hey…..they love the guys like me at the Bureau

    Yeah… we know how to make ‘em feel good

    We can be all they want us to be

    Putty for the smokin’ hot PhD’s

    They’re so clever at the Bureau of Whatever

    (Instrumental Bridge) – Freeeeeeeeeeee,

    Dressed up for my first date with Heather

    She told me that we need to work together

    Put me on the couch and we got down to it

    Told her some stuff but she already knew it

    Hey….Sometimes I think about the good old days

    No…. The Bureau says they weren’t so good

    Together with Heather and I’m never alone

    She gives me sweet direction in that NPR tone

    Best friends forever at the Bureau of Whatever

    They’re so clever at the Bureau of Whatever

    The Bureau of Whatever

    Doesn’t get much better

    At the Bureau of Whatever

    Whateverrrrrrrr

    © Jerry Velona 2012 – All Rights Reserved

  • 04:56 Lyrics
    Our Own Devices

    Our Own Devices

    We would talk, way back when

    We were special, now we’re them

    Text me if you think that’s true

    And what your advice is

     

    You got yours.  I got mine

    We’re plugged in all the time

    It’s fine.   We’re left to our own devices

     

    At the club, it’s a scene

    We sit gazing at little screens

    Splendid isolation comes with high prices

     

    You got yours.  I got mine

    We’re plugged in.  All the time

    On line - we’re left to our own devices

     

    Wavin’ my arms, tryin’ to get a reaction

    You press Send after a while

    Flashin’ me, that devil smile

    What’s this picture, on my phone?

    Oh baby – let’s get goin’

     

    Honey I like your plan to crack our digital crisis

    Your photo very clearly shows you’ve got some other devices

     

    Let it ring.  We’re not done

    Makin’ noise like the blast of a shotgun

    Real good time.  We’re cookin’ up our own surprises

    Back live - we’re playin’ with our other devices

    Yeah, Devices   Playin’ with those love devices

    Devices.     Playin’ with those other devices

    Devices.  Playin with those love devices

     

    ©Jerry Velona 2013 All Rights Reserved

  • 04:57 Lyrics
    The Ghetto (Ain't Going Back) [feat. J Ivy]

    The Ghetto (ain’t going back)

     

    Maya was born in a town without pity – longed to be free from the bonds of the city

    Working and saving what’s left of her wages

    Dreaming of somedays; digesting the pages of the books she reads; two at a time

    Far away…..

    She’s gonna fly. Maya go fly

     

    Tye waits on tables till the midnight hour

    Doubles his efforts when things go sour

    Notices the rainbow instead of the rain

    Workin’ on skills past the point of the pain that he feels inside, wasting no time

    Far away…..

    He’s gonna fly. Tye gonna fly.

     

    I ain’t going back to

    The Ghetto

    Ain’t going back no more

     

     

    Wait a minute

    No, you ain’t doin’ what you wanna do

    You’re doing what you’re supposed do

    And you’re doin’ it well

     

    © 2014 Jerry Velona – All Rights Reserved

  • 04:07 Lyrics
    Forbidden Fruit

    Forbidden Fruit -        Robbie Robertson

    Little brother got caught in the web
    He ran off and joined the living dead
    Been through the mill, seen the cross on the hill
    He sold his soul just for a thrill

    Forbidden fruit - That's the fruit that you'd better not taste
    Forbidden fruit - You've got one life that you'd better not waste

    How can I walk with this ball and chain?
    How can I land in this hurricane?
    Or is this part of man's evolution
    To be torn between truth and illusion?

    Forbidden fruit - That's the route that you'd better not take
    Forbidden fruit - Just watch out for the sign of the snake

    Bridge

    Guitar solo

    Forbidden fruit - Don't you shoot the whole works away
    Forbidden fruit - It's too high of a price to pay

    How can you hear with a bad connection?
    You can't see when there's no reception
    Just keep your distance, don't fool with taboo
    'Cause it'll overtake and undertake you

    Forbidden fruit - That's the fruit that you'd better not taste
    Forbidden fruit - You've got one life that you'd better not waste

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    Lyrics © Warner/Chappell Music, Inc.

  • 04:00
    Just Don't Feel Like Christmas
  • 03:26 Lyrics
    Baby What'cha Got (For Me)

    Baby Whatcha Got for Me

    Every Man needs a good woman

    To stand right by his side

    When I found you baby

    I thought I had mine

     

    But now the word is all over town

    That you were running around

    I wanna know baby

    Whatcha got for me beside a broken heart

    What have you got beside a broken heart?

     

    I bought you a diamond ring

    Fancy clothes and all sorts of things

    I put all my trust in you

    I didn’t believe the talk I heard was true

    Then I saw you for myself

    Running around with somebody else

    Now I want you to tell me baby

    Whatcha got for me besides a broken heart

    What you got besides a broken heart baby

     

    I don’t want it, I don’t need it

    I don’t a want a broken heart

    All I want is a simple life

    With love and happiness for the rest of my life

    But I can’t seem to get it across to you

    So I guess I’ll go on my way

    Because baby all you’ve got for me is a broken heart

    And I don’t need it – no baby

    Whatcha got for me besides a broken heart now?

    I don’t need it, don’t want it

    I don’t need a broken heart baby

    Don’t need it – don’t want it

     

    Songwriter: J.J. Barnes

  • 03:52 Lyrics
    First to Last

    First To Last

    Keeping it lit to prolong the enjoyment

    Doing my best to avoid employment

    The conventional wisemen advised me to see

    All the things I could do with my college degree

    But before you accept what you're about to receive

    Don't reject what you've always believed

     

    I'll be the first to last

    never worry bout the past

    first to last

     

    I was married to young to an unloved girl

    Who proceeded to guide me to her lonely world

    I believed I could change her with my affection

    Well, that didn't work; had to change my direction

    With my children crying as I loaded my car

    Reality exploded like a phony cigar

     

    I'll be the first to last

    never worry bout the past

    first to last

    Can't control what's in the past

     

    Well I've worked real hard on a bunch of jobs

    But I still ain't left a mark

    Got all wet at least a hundred times

    But it hasn't doused the spark

    Started out slow; man, that was a drag

    But I'm the last one standing when they're waving the flag

     

    I'll be the first to last

    never worry bout the past

    First to last

    can learn a lot from what has past

    first to last

    Can't control what's in the past

     

    copyright 2014 Jerry Velona all rights reserved

NOTES
Love Radio is the sixth release by prolific Boston singer, songerwriter, musician, Jerry Velona.

The album features a quartet of blistering, straight ahead rock tunes starting with a cover of the Long Ryders' "Looking for Lewis and Clark". Of that cut, Sid Griffin who wrote the and sang the original version says: "Jerry Velona once again proves his musical worth in a balls-to-the-wall cover version of the Long Ryders’ ‘Looking For Lewis & Clark’, a pounding …
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Dream Girl

by Jerry Velona

Released 2012
Karunabird Records
Released 2012
Karunabird Records
Dream Girl is the latest release from eclectic Boston-based singer, songwriter and instrumentalist Jerry Velona - a trio of jazz styles from smooth contemporary to classic New Orleans to swing.
  • 03:29
    Dream Girl (Instrumental)
  • 03:26 Lyrics
    Dream Girl (feat. Jerry Velona)

    DREAM GIRL

    Dream Girl – sits on a swing

    Howls at the moon – writes her own tune

    Dying to be loved in her dream world

     

    Small child – innocence squared

    Talks to the trees – smiles at the breeze

    Used to love to watch you, while you dreamed girl

     

    Like a closed up tulip waiting for its moment

    Buttoned down, aroused, trying not to show it

    Dream girl, we’re two of a kind

    Take my hand and we’ll walk the plank together

     

    Lean girl, gave me the means

    You were the one, at least that’s how it seemed

    A lonely apparition in my day’s dream

     

    Who knows what might be?

    Maybe this time, I’ll find the perfect rhyme

    A mother of invention to my dream world

    We can dream together in the real world

     

    © Jerry Velona 2007  Christopher Robin Music BMI

  • 04:22 Lyrics
    Wishful Intuition

    Wishful Intuition

    I’m parked at the curb and she walks beside

    Then runs up the stairs, just an urban passerby

    Now she's gone and high above me

    But I bet you she could love me

    How do I know?

    Wishful intuition

     

    I think I’m in love; at least twice a day

    Alone in the crowd and dreaming this way

    When my ̓baby left it hurt me

    But that feeling will desert me

    How can I tell? 

    My wishful intuition

     

    If I could say what’s on my mind

    They would accept my proposition

    And baby I’d make that happen

    If only I could shed this naked inhibition

     

    Eating alone; you ask if I’m through

    Taking my plates and my heart as you do

    How did you know for certain

    Just how badly I was hurtin’

    Must have been, your wishful intuition

    Now desert will follow dinner

    Kinda’ thought that I could win her

    Just my wishful intuition

     

    © Jerry Velona – 2012 all rights reserved

  • 04:21 Lyrics
    Wishful Intuition (Small Band Version)

    Wishful Intuition

    I’m parked at the curb and she walks beside

    Then runs up the stairs, just an urban passerby

    Now she's gone and high above me

    But I bet you she could love me

    How do I know?

    Wishful intuition

     

    I think I’m in love; at least twice a day

    Alone in the crowd and dreaming this way

    When my ̓baby left it hurt me

    But that feeling will desert me

    How can I tell? 

    My wishful intuition

     

    If I could say what’s on my mind

    They would accept my proposition

    And baby I’d make that happen

    If only I could shed this naked inhibition

     

    Eating alone; you ask if I’m through

    Taking my plates and my heart as you do

    How did you know for certain

    Just how badly I was hurtin’

    Must have been, your wishful intuition

    Now desert will follow dinner

    Kinda’ thought that I could win her

    Just my wishful intuition

     

    © Jerry Velona – 2012 all rights reserved

  • 02:54 Lyrics
    If You Stub Your Toe On the Moon

    If You Stub Your Toe on the Moon

    Oh there’s nothing to be ashamed of                                                         

    If you stub your toe on the moon.              
    When the dream's at the top of the sky     
    Well, you'll just have to jump pretty high   
    But don't give up too soon, If you stub your toe on the moon                 

    Now young Harry Hadgett loved making gadgets  
    Life needs some new things was his claim
    Hoped one or two things might bring fame
    This is the last time you'll hear his name
    Nobody mentions Harry's inventions
    But do you think that got him down?
    Here comes the end when there's gadgets to mend
    He's the best repairman in town

     

    So there's nothing to be ashamed of
    If you stub your toe on the moon
    When you start out to climb to a cloud
    Well, it may get a laugh from the crowd
    But don't give up too soon, If you stub your toe on the moon

     

    Sweet Sally Springer, she was a singer
    Lived in a hall room up one flight
    Thought of the ballroom big and bright
    Where she would make her debut some night
    And then for her trouble, pop went the bubble
    Say that it's sad, but wait, don't weep
    Now they admit, every night she's a hit
    When she sings her children to sleep

     

    No, there's nothing to be ashamed of
    If you stub your toe on the moon
    Though it may be a blow to your pride
    You're a hero because, well, you tried
    So don't give up too soon
    If you stub your toe on the moon
    If you stub your toe on the moon

     

    Van Huesen,Burke – Music Sales Corporation, Bourne Company

NOTES
Leading off with the ethereal smooth jazz single Dream Girl, a Velona composition featuring an all-star band including Duke Levine, Brad Hatfield, Marty Richards, Richard Gates and featuring Paul Ahlstrand on tenor sax. The second track of Dream Girl features Jerry on vocal. That track was originally released on Velona's 2009 album "Random Emotion."

Next up, the Velona-penned and arranged Wishful Intuition; straight out of Bourbon Street and featuring Jerry on the vocal along with Billy …
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Little Loaded

by Jerry Velona

Released 2011
Karunabird Records
Released 2011
Karunabird Records
2-song release from Boston area singer/songerwriter Jerry Velona. Includes the insanely catchy and rockin' cover of the Beatles "Little Child". Nashvile artist Michael Anderson says "very very cool, has spirit of John Lennon in it" .
  • 02:25 Lyrics
    Little Child

    Little Child

    Little child, little child,
    Little child, won't you dance with me?
    I'm so sad and lonely,
    Baby take a chance with me.

    Little child, little child,
    Little child, won't you dance with me?
    I'm so sad and lonely,
    Baby take a chance with me.

    If you want someone
    To make you feel so fine,
    Then we'll have some fun
    When you're mine, all mine,
    So come, come on, come on.

    Little child, little child,
    Little child, won't you dance with me?
    I'm so sad and lonely,
    Baby take a chance with me.

    When you're by my side,
    You're the only one,
    Don't run and hide,
    Just come on, come on,
    So come on, come on, come on.

    Little child, little child,
    Little child, won't you dance with me?
    I'm so sad and lonely,
    Baby take a chance with me.

  • 04:27 Lyrics
    Locked Out and Loaded

    Locked Out and Loaded

     

    Thought I’d taken my best shot

    But hit the bulls-eye on my back

    Getting home late after crackin’ some Jack

    Got me in the doghouse way out back

    I will try to behave if I’m able

    But I was born to pound on the table

     

    Now I’m, locked out and loaded

    Wishin’ you’d let me in just one more time

    Honey I’m sorry for the things I’ve done

    But I can’t make it right locked out and loaded,

     Loaded   Loaded   

     

    Break me in but don’t break my spirit

    You won’t like what’s left behind

    Your words of wisdom; I don’t want to hear it

    It’s time we focused on the ties that bind

    We can fight every night if you want to

    Or you can take me for who I am

     

    But now I’m locked out and loaded

    Wishin’ you’d let me in just one more time

    Honey I’m sorry for the things I’ve done

    But I can’t make it right locked out and loaded

    Loaded      Loaded

     

    You like it when we rough and tumble

    Please don’t complain when it goes too far

    That’s right, I’m prone to stumble

    But I’m your ally in this stupid war

     

    Locked out and loaded

    Wishin’ you’d let me in just one more time

    Baby I could sure use one more chance but I’m

    Locked out and Loaded

    Hopin’ to stumble in just one more time

    Honey I’m sorry for the things I’ve done

    But I can’t make it right locked out and loaded

    Loaded – Loaded – Loaded –Loaded

     

     

    ©2011 Jerry Velona – all rights reserved

NOTES
Little Child was recorded and mixed at Q Division studios in Somerville, MA - a great studio where many fine records and bands have recorded included one of my favorites, Fountains of Wayne. Pat Dicenso was the engineer and did the mixing and he's a very talented guy who really captured what we were trying to do I think. The players on the track are Zac Casher on drums, Duke Levine on guitars, Larry Luddecke …
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Random Emotion

by Jerry Velona

Released 2009
Karunabird Records
Released 2009
Karunabird Records
A deliciously eclectic blend of styles from classic soul, rock, blues, country, jazz and folk, tied together with artful lyrics and the arresting vocals of Jerry Velona.
  • 04:08 Lyrics
    Leave Me Alone

    Leave Me Alone

     

    Since when has it become, a problem to have some fun?

    Breakin’ some law by drinkin’ a beer

    Just mindin’ my business; y’all got nothin’ to fear

     

    Never felt kindly toward some busybody

    Givin’ me a load o’ crap  about something or other

    they don’t like that I’ve done

    That ain’t no fun

     

    One man’s addiction is another’s redemption

    Liberty’s lost while no one’s payin’ attention

    Let me go home and leave me alone

     

    Leave me alone to go astray

    It ain’t your damn business, by the way

    You ain’t takin’ care of me, as far as I can see

    Keep your distance; I’m a man

    Let me be for good or bad

    Thought this was the home of the brave?

    Leave me alone; just go away.

     

    Because….

    Just wanna’ have a good time; shouldn’t be no big crime

    Think I’ll light up a smoke; try not to choke

    Thought I had a license that you couldn’t revoke

     

    One of these days  we gotta’ stand up strong,

    start a revolution and right all the things that went wrong

    In the meantime, I’m gonna’ sing my song

     

    Sick of sayin’ sorry just to get laid

    Ain’t gonna put on a helmet, or stay in the shade

    This is my home so leave me alone

     

    Leave me alone to go astray

    It ain’t your damn business, by the way

    I was gettin’ by just fine; till you came and drew the line

    I’ll decide what’s best for me

    Keep your distance, let me be

    Thought this was the home of the brave?

    Leave me alone and go away

    We’ll all die of something; someday

    Leave me alone; just go away

     

     

    Copyright 2008 – Jerry Velona 

    All Rights Reserved

    Christopher Robin Music  BMI

  • 05:45 Lyrics
    Talk to the Ossifer

    Talk to the Ossifer

     

    Starin’ down the barrel of an empty soldier

    Empty bar, TV drones, local news

    His boy blue slouches at the next stool over

    Sully checks his watch, looks down at his shoes, and he said,

     

    “Son, one time I was just like you

    Now that I’m older, Budweiser can help me to,

    Share a little piece of advice with you”

     

    You gotta’ talk to the Ossifer. Tell him what you know.

    When he slaps on the cuffs

    You better move right along, Buddy

    They always called me Buddy

    But I wanna’ be your pal - for now

     

    Buddy learns his lessons from other sources

    Most time spent with a cheap sensation

    Smirks at the prospect of his Daddy’s courses

    Don’t expect too much from a casual relation

     

    Sully leaves a trophy at most every station

    Hollow eyes follow him around each town,

    Soldiers of the new Lost Generation

    Check your local listings, they’ll be comin’ around

     

    ‘Cause when Sully was born, he was in the same boat

    Now it’s his turn, to keep it afloat

    But the chances of that, seem a bit remote

     

    You got to talk to the Ossifer, Don’t tell him where to go

    When you get in the car, make sure you put your head down,  Buddy

    They always call you Buddy

     

    You got to talk to the Ossifer. Tell him what you know

    When the going gets tough, you got to use your best stuff now Buddy

    You always were my Buddy

    When your momma was young, man the feelin’ was strong my Buddy

    I tried to be your buddy

    Well you better be strong, cause I got to move on now Buddy

    It’s good to see my buddy           

     

    C 2007 Jerry Velona – all rights reserved

    Christopher Robin Music BMI

  • 05:54 Lyrics
    Never Satisfied

    Never Satisfied

    Starin’ far away, on a beautiful day,

    Dreamin’ my drive away

    The sun on my knees, carressed by the breeze

    A ragtop matinee

     

    Between the white lines,

    Wishin’ I could revel in the moment

     

    Swirling in my blender brain

    Is a kind of existential rain

    Keeps me goin’, can’t complain

    Pushing me to do

     

    I can’t enjoy the ride

    I’m never satisfied

    I smile; but I lie

    I’m never satisfied

     

    Why do you try so hard       

    When half a loaf will feed the masses?

    Lying in bed – at half-past dread

    It’s time to rise

     

    Maybe you’re dry;  frustrated by time

    It’s hard to figure

     

    Never ending thrills to seek but

    Falling short of Sinai’s peak

    Most excuses, pretty weak

    Here we go again

     

     

    Because I, can’t enjoy the ride

    I’m never satisfied

    I just drive; just drive

    I’m never satisfied

     

    Just give me one more try,

    I swear I’ll figure it out

    I’ll run an alternate route

    Is this life or a live audition?

    Please don’t judge me on my last submission

     

     

     

     

     

    C 2008 Jerry Velona – All Rights Rserved

    Christopher Robin Music BMI

  • 03:38 Lyrics
    It's Just as Well

    It’s Just as Well

    Well, people today, tell me it’s good to say, what’s on my mind

    But believe me, she don’t wanna’ know

    Don’t say I didn’t warn you cause I told you so

    She's such a drag – I can’t take it

    I’m not aroused – guess I gotta’ fake it

    It’s just as well she can’t tell what goes on in my head

     

    Well there’s a guy named Rufus, works in my office; ain’t that a shame…

    He’s the boss’s son and his work is never done

    He thinks I’ll never tell cause he knows me too well

    Blind luck – got him hired. If there’s justice, he’ll get fired

    It’s just as well, he can’t tell what goes on in my head

     

    They say discretion is the grease for the gears of the social engine

    Well I guess that’s true, but there’s a few things I’d like to mention…

    Still livin’ with his parents – ain’t that pathetic

    She’s too skinny – and takin’ di-ur-etics

    It’s just as well they can’t tell what’s pokin’ round in my head

     

    Some say it’s therapeutic to be perfectly frank

    But if you’re too up-front, you better watch your back

    So I keep it under wraps ma’am but here are the facts

    Your kid ain’t cute – he’s annoying

    My favorite suit – he’s destroying. It’s just as well…

     

    The way you dress – it’s atrocious

    I must confess -  but I won’t cause

    It’s just as well; I do believe it, It’s just as well; I’ll never tell

    It’s just as well you can’t tell what goes in my head

     

    C 2007 Jerry Velona -  Christopher Robin Music BMi

  • 03:53 Lyrics
    Miss Understood

    Miss Understood

    They say to take it real slow and she’ll be ready to go

    Man, I gotta’ write that down

    I’m always lookin’ for clues with the ingenues

    Not exactly Mr. Uptown

     

    Wish I could tell ‘em just how I feel

    Never seems to come out right

    But then I stumbled on the one that was real

    Didn’t even have to try

    She gets the man inside – she’s my

     

    Miss Understood

    Reads me like a book that she can’t put down

    Miss Understood

    Think I’ll lay a little kiss on my pretty miss…

     

    All the fine girls they were passin’ me by

    Like tofu at a barbeque

    I was droolin’ like a fool at the talent pool

    Till I finally found you

     

    When we’re walkin’ together nuf’ said

    You know just what I’m thinkin’

    My body language makes the point instead

    Don’t have to tell you why

    That’s why I call you my

     

    Miss Understood

    No need for conversation when it feels this good

    Miss Understood

    Every man needs a woman like my pretty Miss Understood

     

    In the evenin’ when we’re foolin’ around

    We’re laughin’ like we’re back in school

    It’s elementary when we get down, oh yeah…

     

    Miss Understood

    Reads me like a book that she can’t put down

    Miss Understood

    Think I’ll lay a little kiss on my pretty miss

     

    Miss Understood

    This is takin’ getting’ lucky to a whole new level

    Miss Understood

    Every man needs a woman like my pretty Miss Understood

     

    Miss Understood

    Talkin’s overrated when it feels this good

    Miss Understood

    Yeah, s’cuse me while I lay some kisses on the missus

     

    Copyright Jerry Velona 2008  - All Rights Reserved –

    Christopher Robin Music - BMI

  • 03:22 Lyrics
    Dream Girl

    Dream Girl – sits on a swing

    Howls at the moon – writes her own tune

    Dying to be loved in her dream world

     

    Small child – innocence squared

    Talks to the trees – smiles at the breeze

    Used to love to watch you, while you dreamed girl

     

    Like a closed up tulip waiting for its moment

    Buttoned down, aroused, trying not to show it

    Dream girl, we’re two of a kind

    Take my hand and we’ll walk the plank together

     

    Lean girl, gave me the means

    You were the one, at least that’s how it seemed

    A lonely apparition in my day’s dream

     

    Who knows what might be?

    Maybe this time, I’ll find the perfect rhyme

    A mother of invention to my dream world

    We can dream together in the real world

     

    © Jerry Velona 2007  Christopher Robin Music BMI

  • 04:12 Lyrics
    Undercover Appetite

    Undercover Appetite

     

    Born the kind of person that seemed so strange;

    the one that everybody wanted to change

    Lots of quirks; nature smirked;

    Straightened out but it’s not what I’m about

     

    Wheelin’ and Dealin’, hangin’ from the ceiling

    Gettin’ what I need to feed the greed for one more bite

    For my undercover appetite

     

    How many years does a fella’ have to spend

    Suckin’ on a straw to cool a thirst with no end?

    Struggle to rise like bread without yeast

    Wishin’ everyone could see the nature of the beast.

     

    Take a good look but don’t jump to conclusions

    It might be an illusion

    What’s the matter with the guy behind the tie?

    Get out of the way, he’s gonna’ tip the buffet

     

    Tell me I can’t have it, makes me wanna grab it

    Feeding on the fringe, always been a habit

    Wheelin and Dealin’ hangin’ from the ceiling

    Gettin’ what I need to feed the greed for one more bite

    For my undercover appetite

     

    Mired with desire, I need a tow

    Life’s a cliché, when you go with the flow

    You can ride shotgun, it’s more fun in the back

    It’s where you wanna’ be when you break from the pack

     

    Tell me I can’t have it, man I wanna’ grab it

    Feeding on the fringe, my camouflaged habit

    Wheelin’ and Dealin’, hangin’ from the ceilin’

    Heavy on the spices till the brew tastes alright

    For my undercover appetite

     

    C Jerry Velona 2007, Christopher Robin Music/BMI – all rights reserved

  • 03:52 Lyrics
    Post Dated

    POST DATED

     

    Fare thee well Miss 69

    Say goodbye Mister 2 at a time

    All things in moderation

    Fiber on the brain; drivin’ me insane

     

    End of trail; check’s in the mail

    Can’t stop ‘cause I’m good to the last drop

    Everything but lust is constipated

     

    I’m post dated - frustrated

    Post dated and I don’t wanna’ be       

     

    Au revoir to the extra cheese

    Sayanora to the life I please

    Said it before but I’ll say it again and

    Again and again and again and again

     

    Run off the road; forgot my code

    Came prepared; see the scars that I’ve bared

    Simple starts seem to end so complicated

     

    I’m frustrated – post dated

    Post dated and I don’t wanna’ be       

    No I ain’t gonna’ be

                    

     

    C 2008 Jerry Velona  All Rights Reserved

    Christopher Robin Music BMI

  • 05:00 Lyrics
    Some People

    Some People

     

    Dead silence, at the table

    Sizes you up as he chews on his bread

    Really thought, he had some manners

    Didn’t want to hear all those things he said

     

    He’ll come around, you once supposed

    Fantasy ends with a punch in the nose

    He never listened to the song of his mother

    Some people are just better than others

     

    That smile; they all love it

    Charms a thousand hopefuls with his brand new way

    Bright eyes, but dark circles

    Poison in your chocolate milk and have a nice day

     

    Thought that we’d learned, trust must be earned

    Everything’s cool, then they take you to school

    It would be swell if we could all be brothers but

    Some people…Are better than others

     

    Strange man, ‘round the corner

    Swept up by an insane tide

    Heart pounds, careful where you wander

    His belt is ticking suicide

     

    Greek chorus sings, give peace a chance

    But if your partner ain’t willin’; there ain’t no dance

    Maybe someday we can live together but then,

    Some people….

    It would be nice to trust all of our brothers but then,

    Some people…Are better than others

    Some people

    Some people, are better than others

     

     

     

    C Jerry Velona 2009 All Rights Reserved

    Christopher Robin Music BMI

  • 04:20 Lyrics
    Don't Mean Squat

    Don’t Mean Squat

     

    They say that virtue is it’s own reward

    I think there’s something to that

    But when it comes right down to it

    If you’re alone in the woods bein’ good, does anybody hear?

    Gotta’ have someone to love

    Sorry, Johnny Cochran but it fits like a glove

    Should I skip the feast?

    I ain’t no priest

     

    Cause I tell you what: it don’t mean squat

    If you wanna’ live  without a warm embrace,

    a lovestruck look on a pretty face

    Yeah, it won’t mean squat

     

    Nice goin’; you sealed the deal

    Bought a second condo and an automobile

    But when it comes right down to it

    Chasin’ gold gets old and what you buy is gone the day you die

    Yeah, you’re puttin’ in overtime

    Racing toward the finish but they pushin’ back the line

    You’re pretty slick; but you missed a trick

     

    Cause I tell you what:  the man who’s got

    A beautiful child to hold his hand

    Is enjoyin’ the view from a higher land…(looks good!)

                     

    Never understood why it’s so good

    To keep real busy so the time will pass

    Y’know, time will pass fast anyway

    So you might as well enjoy today

    Gone tomorrow, like they say

     

     

    The thing about life, is it’s your chance to live

    Better stop your bitchin’ cause you get what you give

    But when it get’s right down to it

    If you’re reaching the end, you better hope you’ve got a real good friend

    The person who makes you grin

    Doesn’t really matter if your ship came in

    What’s it all about? There ain’t no doubt

     

    I tell you what:  it don’t mean squat

    Ain’t no good without someone to hold

    Who brings you the heat when life gets cold

    No it don’t mean squat

     

    It don’t mean nothin’

     

    When it comes right down to it

    You better make some love

    Or it don’t mean squat

     

    Hope you make lots of money

    So you can leave it to somebody.

     

     

     

     

     

    C 2008 Jerry Velona – All Rights Reserved

    Christopher Robin Music BMI

  • 02:29
    The Last Paper Boy
  • 04:21 Lyrics
    End as a Man

    END AS A MAN

     

     

    Young boy, growing up

    Frisky as a pup

    One day, you will end as a man

     

    Changing day by day

    Ready come what may

    Who knows what adventures you plan

     

    In the years to come, when the skies grow dim

    And the road seems dark and grim

    Never be dismayed,  face it unafraid

    Live up to the best you can

     

    Only then will you end as a man

    Only then will you end as a man

     

     

    Copyright Anthony Velona

    All Rights Reserved

  • 04:27 Lyrics
    Wedding Band Tan (Bonus Track)

    Wedding Band Tan         

                            

    Jody understood, it wasn’t any good, she felt such pain

    Starin’ at the fire she was burned-out, fed up and lonely

     

    The man that she had wed, was playin’ her instead; so insane

    The nasty things he said, would smolder in her head real slowly

     

    So she took a plane to Rio on a rainy night

    Flipped off her ring, fixed her skirt real tight and said

     

    Look at my hand, I got a white band   

    In the middle of my lonely ring finger   

    Got a wedding band tan

    Been cold at homeand I’m deservin’ some fun

    Cause life’s too short to suffertill my time is done  

    I’m feelin’ goodtonite but my ring’s too tight

    I’ve got a wedding band tan

    Check out my tan, man    

     

    Jody kept her pride like a rainbow deep inside the pouring rain

    Clinging to his arm while his eyes would wander sideways

     

    But when your heart’s on ice and he betrays you twice, you just can’t stay, This girl’s takin a sunny, solo holiday

     

     

     

    Think I’ll  lie on the beach,  wait for a wave ‘cause

    A chance at real love is what I crave

     

    Look at my hand, I got a white band   

    In the middle of my little ring finger   

    Got a wedding band tan

    Been cold at home so now I’m gettin’ some sun

    It hurt real bad to say it but I told him we’re done

    I’m gonna’ dance tonite and my ring’s too tight

    I’ve got a wedding band tan

    Check out my tan, oh man    

     

    Music from the DJ makes a joyful noise

    Exhilaration;  I have made my choice

    “I do” means forever; that I believe

    But you can’t be a victim unless you choose to be

     

    Look at my hand, I got a white band   

    In the middle of my lonely ring finger   

    Got a wedding band tan

    Hey hey now, look at my hand, I got a white band   

    In the middle of my little ring finger   

    Got a wedding band tan

    I’m startin’ out tonite –oooo and the stars are so bright

    Uh-oh,  I’ve got a wedding band tan

    I’m gonna dance tonight

     

     

    Ad lib and out

     

             

     

    copyright 2008 Jerry Velona – All rights reserved

    Christopher Robin Music - BMI

NOTES
Jerry Velona is Boston area singer/songwriter and musician. He attended Berklee College of Music and has been playing for years in clubs throughout Massachusetts and New England. “If anyone is doing a book about dives in the Boston area, see me for research”, he joked. Jerry has written and recorded dozens of original compositions which he has performed with his band Joint Venture. He won a Billboard songwriting award for his song Hip Hop …
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