Her Smile – Words and music by Phil Klahn Tell me what just happened I was fine then I was flattened Did you get the number off that bus? Someone call an EMT, see what she did to me? Now, I’m slipping in and out of consciousness Just a clueless victim when I turned and saw her smile Now, I’m back at the scene Got to find out what it means Was there something more to this incident? I’m like a master thief Come to steal another peek Waiting for the perfect moment She’s so habit-forming I can’t stop trying to see her smile Does no good to whine Wait for my turn in line Patience serves me well When the tide will turn, you just can’t tell Well, she glances up at me My heart is in a freeze I’m at a loss for what I should do Do my eyes fool me? Is she looking right through me? As her lips say “I’m waiting for you” Oh, no, what to say I’ve been dreaming ‘bout this every day Am I bold enough to make it worth her while Laying it all down for her sweet, sweet smile

Video Game Junkie - Words and music by Phil Klahn I’m charging from the gate, planning my escape (Waiting for the other shoe to fall) Jumping through the fire, I’m soaring ever higher (Looking for the writing on the wall) Impatiently I stand, a weapon in my hand (Waiting for another fool to call) Now I feel the burn, ‘cause I’ve got another turn To prove that I’m the champion of them all 360 point of view Slow-motion power skid You turn from red to blue You think you’re killing time, kid? Time kills you, time kills you I won’t deny my fate, as I over-stimulate (Started out so many days ago) Now I hear the sound and go another round (Waiting for another clue to show) If I can’t stand the heat, I could try another cheat (Looking for somebody in the know) Now, life may be a game, but it will never be the same As beating an imaginary foe 360 point of view Slow-motion power skid You turn from red to blue You think you’re killing time, kid? Time kills you, time kills you, time kills you

Setting Sun – Words and music by Phil Klahn As I look out on the firmament A cold and distant sea All the jesters wondering where I went I’ve been taking care of me As you lay out all the reasons And play your reveille I’ll observe a change of seasons Now I’m taking care of me Given room and a little sun and in time a flower grows I’m taking care of the simple things There’s a lot I need to know I haven’t found all the answers But the question’s on my tongue How in the world did I end up here Clinging to the bottom rung Oh Oh, in the light of the setting sun As the heavens breathe an overdose A haunting melody By the firelight of a southern coast As I re-discover me Given room and a little sun and in time a flower grows I’m taking care of the simple things There’s a lot I need to know I haven’t found all the answers But the question’s on my tongue How in the world did I end up here Clinging to the bottom rung Oh Oh, in the light of the setting sun I’m all out of explaining what I see Just afraid of what will be Same old town with the same old sound When it all goes down, I’m taking care of me I think it’s time that I have some fun In the light of the setting sun I think it’s time that I have some fun In the light of the setting sun

Just Because – Words and music by Phil Klahn I saw him (I saw him) on TV He said (He said) he would teach me He had opinions from the high hills down to the common man But when the show was over He never (He never) did reach me Just because he says it’s so That don’t mean that it’s so Just because they say it’s so don’t mean that it’s so I heard her (I heard her), she talked in a whisper Come see her (Come see her), she’ll make it all clear She had the lowdown on everyone and everything But when pushed come to shove You never (You never) heard it here (That’s right, she’ll deny the whole thing) Just because she says it’s so That don’t mean that it’s so Just because they say it’s so don’t mean that it’s so All over (All over) I’m hearing the message So clever (So clever), it’s hard to miss Take this pill, read this book, hook you up to this machine And you will find true happiness Just because they say it’s so That don’t mean that it’s so Just because they scream it’s so That don’t mean they’re in the know, no, no

Large Lard Canard – Words and music by Phil Klahn Well, I know you had me starting all over But, my friend, you’ve suffered a miss In a teeny cradle like a little tiny baby And it sounded just a little like this I said ”Hey!” I just said “Hey, hey, hey!” You may want to know the end But I’m not giving it away From the used car dealer to the corner store market I’ve been seen all over the land Flirting with the ladies and kissing all the babies And doing whatever I can Now I said “Hey!” I want to say “Hey, hey, hey!” Now there ain’t no need to take it so hard You’ve been struck by a large lard canard Am I restless? Yes, and breathless I’ve been branded I don’t really want to take it from you, fool I’ve been passed ‘round I’ve been lied ‘bout I’ve been riding a little “A” train And singing out “Hey, hey, hey!” Am I restless? Yes, and breathless I’ve been branded I don’t really want to take it from you, you fool I’ve been passed ‘round I’ve been lied ‘bout Now I’m riding the slow train To heaven Well, my knees start aching and my heart starts breaking And the world starts quaking and my hands are shaking ‘Cause you won’t stop snaking in the grass, you’re faking Like a cake your baking if I’m not mistaken But I won’t be waking in the bed your making While you still keep taking and I want to say “Hey, hey, hey!” Yeah, there ain’t no need to take it so hard You’ve been struck by a large lard canard. It’s a big, fat lie!

Will Amaze – Words and music by Phil Klahn I spent last hundred dollars on a ‘69 Mint condition of a Will Amaze You sidle up and say “What they hays?” You ought to save that money for a rainy day That’s such good advice you’re giving You heard me saying, just what I’m saying You should do this for a living You’re getting nothing while you’re messing with me You’re not dishing what I’ve been missing Save it for the paying customer I’m not gripping what you’ve been tripping on Save it for the paying customer Save it for the paying customer I waited thirteen hours in the pouring rain To hear him jamming on Purple A’s You stroll up like you own the place You should have heard him play it in his younger days Who’d of thought you ran so deeply That’s what I said and that’s what I meant, now Don’t you sell your thoughts so cheaply You can’t afford just to give them for free I’m not buying what you’re supplying Save it for the paying customer You’re not selling what I’ve been dwelling on Save it for the paying customer Save it for the paying customer Save it for the paying You’re not dishing what I’ve been missing I’m not gripping what you’ve been tripping on Save it for the paying customer I’m not buying what you’re supplying That’s what I said and that’s what I meant, now You’re not welling what I’ve been dwelling on Save it for the paying customer I spent last hundred dollars on a ‘69 Mint condition of a Will Amaze

The Dub – Words and music by Phil Klahn Well, the story all began as these things often do And what brought us all together was our love for tunes Then our outgoing frontman made a friendly connection With the grumpy old barman who made the musical selections All the smoke and the brew, getting lectured by the crew In the corner of the bar we got our first big break At the Dub, You can lose your inhibitions At the Dub, You can meet the girl next door At the Dub, You can start a new tradition At the Dub, at the Dub Work was such a hassle the drummer had to quit And the hot guitar with all the licks said “I think it’s time to split Then the leader said, “It’s finished” ‘cause his heart just wasn’t in it So we played it loud and hard and had our last hurrah At the Dub, You can lose your inhibitions At the Dub, You can meet the girl next door At the Dub, You can start a new tradition At the Dub, at the Dub Time moves on and so did we Hopefully older and wiser With a couple of new faces, we were back in our places Just trying to make time with the miser We played a mean audition as the start of something new But we never got connected with the offers he withdrew While we struggled to move on, the old man, he passed on Now she holds all the cards and I guess we’ll never play At the Dub You can lose your inhibitions At the Dub You can meet the girl next door At the Dub You can start a new tradition At the Dub You can see those Boys Next Door, every Friday night At the Dub

Drowning – Words and music by Phil Klahn Gliding like a ghost through the air Feeling the wind in my hair Weak from the battle chasing the shadow Drowning from the inside out Drowning from the inside out One thing I’ve learned through the years The world has no use for tears Swallowing them down Shades of gray, shades of brown Drowning from the inside out Drowning from the inside out I’ll keep my head above the water Keep my head above the water You might think it’s so, but this is not the end Keep my head above the water How long can I tread water? ‘Til I feel that sweet breath of life again Running on the ragged edge Shaking in the arms you fed Message to myself There must be something else Drowning from the inside out Drowning from the inside out Drowning from the inside out Drowning from the inside out

Anything But – Words and music by Phil Klahn They’re looking for some courage, They’re looking for a brain Looking for the yellow road, when they should’ve caught the train Looking for attention, Looking for the light Searching for adventure, Spoiling for a fight Looking for anything under the sun they call their own and hold on to Looking for the arsenal loud and crass and crude It’s really nothing personal but it’s our big debut Just one long infomercial that we all listen to Anything but, anything but, anything but, anything but you They talk about the weather, they talk about the crime They gab about conditions and missions and signs of the times They talk about the neighbors, They read between the lines They rave about the gravy, and they whine about the wine They talk about itty little bitties in the city ‘til they’re pretty black and blue Paddling up the wrong creek while wondering what to do Someone made a big leak and sank the whole canoe Swearing up a blue streak, Hey, who’re they talking to? Anything but, anything but, anything but, anything but you I been running round, I’m a funny clown I’m honey brown canary hunting on the ground Here’s a souvenir, now I’m thinking clear I’ve no fear you’ll shed a tear but since your near Come over here and talk to me They listen to the static, They listen day and night They listen to the lefties, While leaning to the right They listen for the ringing, They’re waiting for the call Walkies and talkies and cellular zombies who talk to no one at all It’s all Bobby and Billy and Barry and Brian and Betty and Buddy and who knows who In an act of desperation they’ll even listen to the news Anything but, anything but, anything but, anything… But the thoughts of old, What your mother told, Be as good as gold What the future holds, As the truth unfolds, And you break the mold But the true and tried, Or the rising tide, Are you justified? Or the wisdom of a forgotten age,On the written page Lean to the left, Lean to the right, Anything but But the narrow road, Or the heavy load, Anything but But the sacrament, Or the testament, Anything but Preachers and teachers and layman and shaman And prophets and moppets and anything but Learn to be right, Learn what is left Anything but

Same Old, Same Old – Words and music by Phil Klahn A ghost trigger, my hand jumps out Thin air and a wave of doubt Falling back, now I’m aware It’s 2 am and you’re not there I know it’s true but I’m still surprised ‘Cause my mind and my eyes and my body and voice tell me otherwise I reach out, reach out For the same old, same old For the same old, same old Still silence and still alone Locked door and a broken phone T.V. and solitaire It’s 9:30 and you’re not here I play the game ‘cause I want to survive And the phone and the skies and the mail and my friends give me alibis I reach out, reach out For the same old, same old For the same old, same old Its the same old, same old Its the same old, same old You had to change, I had to change But the “we” that was “us” couldn’t Isn’t that strange? The bubbling notion of you and me burst With you or without you, which one is worst? It’s the same old, same old A little history I’d like to revise ‘Cause I’ve tried all the lies and I’ve said the goodbyes, And the heart in me cries For the same old, same old For the same old, same old Its the same old, same old (Etc...)

Yellow Line – Words and music by Phil Klahn KH drove a white chariot Down to the scene of the crime Duty-bound, bound and determined To arrive in the nick of time Then the word spread, sad like a river Into the fading light He was lost, gone forever There’d be no 10-79 tonight In denial ‘cause it makes no sense Crossing the yellow line 90 miles and a hard stone fence Crossing the yellow line Hawk eye and a photographic memory His skills were second to none He was never a loner But love always left him alone So imagine our joy and delight When things started going his way And he found true love and a family All on his wedding day So what’s the measure of a man, sir? Crossing the yellow line There doesn’t seem to be an answer Crossing the yellow line I stare at all the cards and flowers And what was I hoping to find? It steals away, hour after hour Crossing the yellow line That’s the story of this son, brother Husband, father and friend 90 miles and a hard stone fence Don’t make for a happy end But it won’t fade the memories Of times we share no more For he loved the Lord and I know he dwells For evermore and evermore and evermore Can you where he’s gone to? Now he’s crossed to the other side To One that I can sing a song to Crossed to the other side Life is short and there’s no room For sin or selfish pride Like the faithful at the empty tomb He’s crossed to the other side

Talking in the Mirror – Words and music by Phil Klahn You don’t have the time, can’t be touched by human need You’ve developed such a high sense of useless vanity But I see in your eyes, you confirmed your greatest fears Now it won’t be too long ‘til you’re talking in the mirror You once had it all, never had to be alone But you must have heard the steps coming from the danger zone And you question the fact that you’re too old for tears Now it won’t be too long ‘til you’re talking in the mirror You last fling left you down, down and buried in the truth But you’re easily pulled up, you haven’t lost your youth You imagine the comments that you once more will hear Well, it won’t be too long ‘til you’re talking in the mirror Things can only get better, you’re running with a different crowd A whole new set of values, another step too loud And once again you’ve sworn all the vows of the new year But it won’t be too long ‘til you’re talking to yourself In the mirror