Fear and Love 

Just a Few More Pounds
© Sarah Reynolds, Jim Ocean

i exercise 3 times a day, i watch the scale so close,
no fat slips beyond my lips and still my hips are gross

just a few more pounds

my thighs, my butt, my hips are huge, though i’ve dropped to 105.
mirrors loom in every room to shame me to a smaller size

if i could just weigh 90 pounds

once more to the bathroom, a routine i know so well
with ipecac and laxatives, it’s my own private hell

the girl in the mirror hates me, and i hate her too
i know i must destroy her, that’s what i must do
my family they don’t understand, they want to keep me fat
they force their food into my mouth, but i’m way too smart for that
my period stopped long ago my hair is falling out
my nails don’t grow my blood pressure is low, but i refuse to pout.

if i could just weigh 80 pounds,

my throat is raw and tastes of bile and sometimes i vomit blood
but to be perfect means denial, this i’ve always understood
if i could just weigh 80 pounds only 5 more pounds, and i win
‘cause like joan rivers always says, “you can never be too thin”

Seriously (The Bombshells’ Lament)
© Sarah Reynolds, Randy Anger

some girls are burdened naturally
with physical assets
celebrated in magazines,
beer ads and penthouse pets
we’re called “bombshells”:
when one of us walks into a room
the thing the men are thinking of
is not her big I.Q
would you like to see my phD?
i got it in physics from M.I.T.

or contemplate korea’s chance for unity?
compare today’s society with the fall of rome?
..instead why don’t you praise my ass
and then i can go home

take me seriously, take me seriously
oh imagine what i could be, if taken seriously

i always wear my glasses, sweater set from maiden lane
to read for prestige movies and show that i’ve got a brain
think ‘jodie foster’, both Hepburns, audrey and kate
instead it’s more like marilyn above the subway grate

my baywatch days are numbered,
that’s why i went to the university
to learn to act, direct, produce and work the camera too
but even there i suffered from the body politic
‘cause men it’s true
are governed by their almighty dick

and though i’ve studied kierkegaard, will shakespeare and moliere,
goethe and proust, they make me laugh and einstein’s
theory’s clear
i can’t find a man not blind who’ll cast me anywhere
in any classic role unless i’m in my underwear!

bombshells have a shelf life and my pull date’s coming due;
cause bombshells are not popular who live past 32
you’re made, you’re packaged, you’re stamped with what you are and who
and no one seems to notice what this gorgeous brain can do

bat your eyes, flip your hair, great face, great ass, the best rack anywhere
nothing makes you feel better than when they drool and stare
don’t think, don’t cry, don’t feel, don’t try, it’s not in your script
all because god measured me 37- 22- 36

A Year Ago Today
© Randy Anger

a short conversation, fly into a rage
and i’m sipping tea all alone
she weeps in the bedroom, i cry in a bar
and sip on this bottle i own.
but darling as always,
you know that there’s two to blame for the pain

it’s coffee with leno and sign-off at one
i stare at the snow in dismay
a small disagreement with old wounds undone,
to think it might all end today.

i toss in my sleep
and my dream always end the same,
and they say, ‘a year ago today’
one dance at a party a sunrise for two
i hope she remembers my name

a shy talk at breakfast with silence and blues
and dreams that we’ll both stay the same
and i can’t believe that it happened to you
and me just that way a year ago today

Stalker
© Sarah Reynolds, Jim Ocean

I must’ve made the big time now, an actress with a name
like jennifer and julia, now we’re all the same
beauty, talent, and hard work have all paid off and how,
cause i’ve got my own stalker, no star should be without

he introduced himself to me, he said “my name is dan”
if i felt someone watching me, dan here was my man
his job was to convince me that we were meant to be
and by the way, to prove his love, he might have to kill me

i’ve got my own stalker, no star should be without
i’ve got my own stalker, that’s what fame is all about
thousands of love letters come from him every week
for hours he waits outside my gates just to get a peek
restraining orders, bodyguards, armed security
lots of c-list starlets wish they had stalkers just like me

i’m getting scared now i’m getting scared now i don’t want this publicity
he killed my dogs, he once sent me gift boxed-a horse’s heart
milk chocolates filled with urine, they were godiva at the start
he tears my shoes, he smears the walls to show me how he cares
and if my underwear’s been worn, i know dan has been there

stalking me he says is love, he’s my number 1 fan;
no one tells you fame can bring you other things, like dan
everyone wants fame, go grab your fifteen minutes too
but be careful what you wish for, cause dreams sometimes come true

i’ve got my own stalker, no star should be without
a gun beside my bed at night, that’s what fame’s about

NEWS VOICEOVER “celebrated actress sarah reynolds surprised an intruder in her home early this morning. in what police are calling ‘a brutally violent’ struggle, miss reynolds stabbed and killed her assailant. the man, identified by police as dan robert wilbur, had been convicted of stalking the actress 17 times in the last 7 months. police say no charges will be filed.”

i got my own stalker

Baby Valium
© Jim Ocean
Sooth your troubles at midnight Mom by using
Baby Valium Baby
No more squalling at three a.m.
I’m using Baby Valium baby

Sleeping in was a luxury
I threw out with the diapers
Listen Mother what I have found
Baby always sleeps so sound

Safe for even the smallest toddler
I use Baby Valium baby
It quiets even the meanest bawler
I use Baby Valium baby

Temper tantrums are in control
No more looking over my shoulder
No more reason to scream and shout
Baby’s medicated now

Sleep....
Safe and restful sleep
Tenderly she sleeps
Like a piece of milk fed veal...

No more gagging with red bandanas
I use Baby Valium baby
Just two drops in the mashed bananas
I use Baby Valium baby
All you mothers who’re horrified
With this particular notion
Try it once you’ll be satisfied
I’ve a seven year supply

“Buffy! Buffy wake up! Wake up! You’re five now.”

Ghost Towns in Russia
© Jim Ocean

I thought that I might find a place
To hide out from the human race
Before people like you
Drive me insane

So naturally I headed west
Til I met a man from Budapest
Who said, “Wait we’ve got a deal
In the Ukraine!”

He said there’s wide open spaces
Where you can feel all alone
Roam around some villages
Where no one is at home

And for very little money
You could ride out there tomorrow
Like a yankee Taras Bulba
I did go

Ghost towns in Russia
Where the air will make you sterile
Ghost towns in Russia
They’ll bring you vodka by the barrel
You may never go home anymore

Before you can say Gorbachev
They drove me here
And dropped me off
My driver didn’t say much on the way

I guess they don’t like Yankees here
The worry on his face was clear
Cause he pushed me out the door
And drove away

And there I sat with my potatoes
In the middle of the street
Listening to the wind blow
And the flies buzz in the heat
From the point of view of solitude
I guess it’s not so bad
You’ll find me sitting there
Just soaking up the rads

Ghost towns in Russia
Where the dust is always blowin’
Ghost towns in Russia
You’ll see the summer sunsets glowin’
Ghost towns in Russia
You may never go home anymore
You may never go home anymore

Hey!

Someone get me outta here
This is such a strange vacation
Strange
Someone get me outta here
This holiday has gone astray
I may be a mutation

Well my time is up
I’ve had no rest
I need to go back to the west
I’m tired, radiated and alone

My sunflower seeds are almost gone
Winter, it is coming on
My parka and my gloves
Are back at home

At night I dream the Cossack cavalry
Is coming by to rescue me
Won’t someone call the embassy
My visa has run out, you see

And there’s so many stories
That I could tell you all about
Like how every day more of my hair
Keeps falling out

Ghost towns in Russia
Where the air will make you sterile
Ghost towns in Russia
They’ll bring you vodka by the barrel
Ghost towns in Russia
You may never go home anymore
You may never go home anymore

Rayon
© Jim Ocean

Fake milk
Fake coffee
Real sun
Rising over a real world
Fake Silk
Layin’ on me
Rayon, baby, you’re my girl

I don’t need no fancy pedigree
She would only laugh at me
All I want is something nice
But what I’ve got is paradise
At half the price

Fake hair
Fake lashes
Real looks
With real intentions
Fake silk
My passion
Rayon, you feel so bare

You fashion models sure look fine
But you would never take the time
To wrap around a guy like me
Like rayon does so tenderly
She can hang on me.

I can’t abide a high price girl
She sneers at me when she shakes her curls
But rayon always makes me smile
‘Cause what she does just drives me wild
She’s so versatile

Fake wood
Fake fire
Real flames
Baby don’t you know it
Fake silk
My desire
Rayon, you feel so good
I said, Rayon, you feel so good
I said, Rayon, you feel so damn good

Two Kinds of People
© Jim Ocean

There are two kinds of people in the world today
One sees in black and white
One sees in shades of gray
And when you put them together
It’s so hard to find
A way to get along and have some peace of mind

Living together…living together…
Living on the world.

There are two kinds of people in the world today
One kind embraces the future
One thinks the past is the way
And when you put them together
And their feelings collide
You better hold on Mama for a bumpy ride

Is there room in the world for two kinds of people
Is there room in the world for a different view
Is there room in the world for two kinds of people
Is there room in the world for me and you?

SOLO

Living together…living together…
Living on the world.

There are two kinds of people in the world today
One thinks the world has gone crazy
One thinks it’s OK
And when you put them together
They start scratching their heads
They roll their eyes to the ceiling
As their faces turn red

Is there room in the world for two kinds of people
Is there room in the world for a different view
Is there room in the world for two kinds of people
Is there room in the world for me and you?

Yo-yo Life
Copyright by Jim Ocean—September 1997

To you…I am a rock
Where you can stand above the tide
And where you’d run and where you’d walk
I’d be the stone that kept you dry
But now I’m turning into sand
And my heart feels just like mud
Although it’s hard to understand
I’ve got this feeling in my blood
I need a yo…
I need a Yo-yo life
I need a yo…
I need a Yo-yo life
Going up and down

To me…I am a cloud
Stuck in the air, fragile as doubt
Sometimes I rain, sometimes I’m loud
Most of the time I just hang around
And there are those who say I’ve gone strange
To fall apart in such a way
And though your love has kept me secure
This settled life is premature
I need a yo…
I need a Yo-yo life
I need a yo…
I need a Yo-yo life
Going up and down

We used to stay at home most every night
Watching rented movies by candlelight
And everything was so serene, like the faded pages of a magazine
But now it seems
That all my dreams
Seem to be fading away…

Now I’m living on my own
With a new life, still unpacked
And everything that once was stone is in a box or in a sack
And now I’m sitting on my bed
Trying to get organized
Recalling every word that I said
I’ve made my move, now here’s the price
I’ve got a yo…
I’ve got a yo-yo life,
Going up and down… up and down… up and down… up and down…

Some People
By Jim Ocean and Randy Anger--8/25/2000

Some people look for it all in romance
I say that way is a bust
As if somebody through cirmcumstance
Could save your heart from rust

You raised the level of expectation
It’s gonna fall on your head
You place yourself in a situation
Where you could be misled

Chorus:
Perfection in romance
It does not exist
It’s not gonna happen
Why do you insist?

Some people like to get lost in moonlight
They’re being led by desire
I was a victim of appetite
I walked right into the fire

You’re looking out at a full moon rising
I know you’re ready to pop
Your hormones race and it’s not surprising
You won’t be able to stop

Chorus:
Perfection in romance
It does not exist
It’s not gonna happen
Why do you insist?

Bridge:
All that I wanted was someone to love
With someone who loves me
That should be enough

Solo

For your love…
For your love…
For your love…

Some people want to get shot by Cupid
To take one right in the chest
It really hurts and it may seem stupid
Like love was some kind of test

Do you like to feel that sense of falling?
Like you were out of control
Do you like to feel your lover’s calling
From somewhere deep in your soul?

Chorus
Perfection in romance is rare
That I know
But I’ll keep on tryin’
Until I grow old

Some people look for it all in romance
Some people look for it all
Some people look for it
Some people look
Some people

Fear and Love

by Jim Ocean
© 2009, Jim Ocean Music

Fear has a crush on love
She's been inside his blood
Ever since he saw her
But Love just teases Fear along
Singing out a song
She knows will drive him crazy
Yea, Fear; he's got it bad for Love
But Love just teases him along.

Love is staring at the sky
She gets so hypnotized
She's so beguiled by weather
But Fear, he thinks that it's not fair
To see her flirting with the wind
It's more than he can bear
But Love keeps staring at the sky
And Fear, he's such a jealous guy

Love is drawn to passion
And when he swoops down from his dark cloud
She rides him into danger
Fear stares at the clouds
He knows the Wind's such a fickle lover
And with this thought, he says out loud
I&apos ve got to save her!

At that moment he was brave
At that moment he knew he had to save her
He flew right into the heart of the darkest cloud
At that moment he was furious
Risking everything he was feeling curious
He flew right into the heart of the darkest cloud

Then he thought he heard a sound
Yes, he thought he heard her calling
When the wind threw her down
That's when he caught her falling . . .

Then Love looked into his eyes
Seeing his surprise that she wasn&apos t leaving
He said, Hey, why don&apos t you turn away?”
She said, “You&apos re not Fear today . . .
And I always give my heart to Courage . . . ”
Yea, Fear; he's got it bad for Love
And Love, she just teases Fear along

Who Is There Left to Fight
© Jim Ocean

Hai!

Who is there left to fight
I still feel the threat
Forty years of livin’ on dynamite
I can’t get rid of it
Who is there left to fight
I really wanna know
Who is there left to fight
We shoulda been dead long ago

Who is there left to fear
Should I cover my head?
Or is this feeling only a souvenir
And I can’t get used to it
Who is there left to fear
By now we should be history

I guess I’ll have to get ready for a very different kind of future
I guess I’ll have to get ready for a very different kind of future

I remember the enemy
Boris Badanov ,KGB
There was one behind every tree
And they were out to get you and me
Who is there left to fight…

School bells…school bells…
School bells ringing with the sirens
School bells ringing with the sirens

In the fall of ‘62
Was a day I won’t forget
Were kept inside the school
While the world held it’s breath
To hear the sounds of war
Just off the coast of Florida
And we finger painted
While the whole world waited
To go crazy one again

But it was just a false alarm
Like so many times before
So they sent us home unharmed
But the wolf was at the door
Howlin’ out the sounds of war
Just off the coast of Florida
Flash, duck, and cover
Love your children Mother
Try to tell them it’s all right

And I envied Bobbie Sherman
Cause his Father built him a shelter
While I had nothing solid just a carpet
To roll up in
Oh no!

And we watched the Twilight Zone…

School bells ringing with the siren
I guess I’ll have to get ready for a very different kind of future

I remember the enemy
Boris Badavov KGB
There was one behind every tree
And they were out to get you and me

Who is…Who is there left to…Who is…Who is there left…Who is…
Who is there left to fight?

America Is Only As Good As Your Next Door Neighbor
© 2002 Jim Ocean

Mrs. Adrianowitz has dogs the size of cars

They shit all over everything, and bark at any hour

She treats them just like royalty; puts steak inside their mouths

And criticism only comes as far as you can shout

Chorus:  America is only as good as your next door neighbor

Jessee is a dealer; he lives across the street

He sells to all the high school kids, but tries to stay discreet

I've tried to tell the cops sometimes, but they don't have the will

And when my house gets burglarized it makes me want to KILL!

Repeat Chorus: 2X

Bridge:  The sign in the window says they're moving away

The children are crying 'cause they're leaving today

She gets the Lexus. He gets the truck. Their house looks so empty here on the block

And all of us were watching. Our eyes were hidden safe behind the door

Yes all of us were watching. We've seen this scene a hundred times before

The Johnson's own a duplex; they live just down the road

They've been here since the 40's; they've watched us come and go

They've seen us with our children; they've watched us thru divorce

I wonder what they think sometimes, when they look outside the door

Repeat Chorus: 2X

OUTRO:

I'm gonna get that dog....next door

I'm gonna get that dog....next door

I'm gonna get that dog...next door

I'm gonna get that dog...next door neighbor!

Hard to be Real
© Jim Ocean

Jessica’s body is like chiffon
She smoothes it one fold at a time
But the surgical steel and the silicon
Have had an effect on her mind.

She’s got the sexiest body that money can buy
But still it is never enough
Her molded derriere and her blue-tinted eyes
Have never produced any love

Still when she’s posing
She’s looking so hot
But it’s hard to be real
When you’re not.

Jonathan’s body is like a well
He pumps up the juices so hard
His ego expands as his muscles swell
As he grins in his black leotard

He’s got the sexiest body that iron can forge
Though his rippling muscles are scarred
No steroid injections or food he can gorge
Will fill up the space in his heart

Still when he’s posing
He’s looking so hot
But it’s hard to be real
When you’re not.

Yes, it’s hard to be real
When you’re not

I’m under the surface, this beautiful surface
I’m under the surface, this beautiful surface