Jerry Velona

Jerry Velona
2009-06-21
Music and Lyrics by JV

Lyrics

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         

 

Copyright 2007 Jerry Velona – all rights reserved

Christopher Robin Music BMI

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Lyrics

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

 

 

Copyright 2008 Jerry Velona All Rights Reserved

Christopher Robin Music BMI

Jerry Velona
2009-06-21
Music and Lyrics by JV

Lyrics

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

But believe me, you don’t wanna’ know

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

You’re such a drag – I can’t take it

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

It’s just as well you 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

 

 

 

Copyright 2007 Jerry Velona  All Rights Reserved

Christopher Robin Music BMI

Jerry Velona
2009-06-21
Music by JV with Mark Maser. Lyrics by JV

Lyrics

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

Jerry Velona
2009-06-21
Music and Lyrics by JV

Lyrics

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

 

Copyright Jerry Velona 2007 All Rights Reserved

Christopher Robin Music BMI  

Jerry Velona
2009-06-21
Music and Lyrics by JV

Lyrics

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's not 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

 

Copyright Jerry Velona 2009 All Rights Reserved

Christopher Robin Music BMI

Jerry Velona
2009-06-21
music by JV with Richard Gates
Jerry Velona
2009-06-21
Music and Lyrics by JV

Lyrics

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

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

The man that she had wed, was playing 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 home and I’m deserving some fun

Cause life’s too short to suffer till my time is done  

I’m feeling good tonight 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 taking 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 getting some sun

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

I’m gonna’ dance tonight 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

Copyright 2007 Jerry Velona  All Rights Reserved

Christopher Robin Music BMI