Hard to be Real

Sadie
© Randy Anger

Well I've heard some stories about the glories of love dear SADIE.
And I've had my fill of those old romances that last until you're lazy.
Well I know I'm in trouble but you are the one that I want. It's crazy.
Well they all say run away. I would like to stay.
Just so we could lay, you together with me.

Well I'm tired of messin' with games that are depressin' and fruitless lady.
A thousand dinners with dancin' 'till you quiver and promises of maybe.
And I've had my sip of those lasting relationships. No more, lady.
Well I hear you're out of bounds; that you've been around.
I'm glad that I found someone willing to lust.
Yes, I'm tired of breaking those promises I'm making.
I'm ready for partaking in someone as crazy as me.

I thought "that's the way it is." Be a romanticist. No more, SADIE.
'Cause I'm tired of reeling from tripin' on a feeling that drives a body crazy.
Well I saw your smile and I knew my trials had ended lady.
'Cause you're not pretending your honor you're defending.
It's so refreshing. I saw it right from the start.
Well I know we'll like it a lot. Let's give it a shot
And we will see what will happen to us.
Yes, I've had my fill of those old time ladies.
I want something new. How about you? I like you SADIE .

I'm in Heaven
© Randy Anger

I know it's hard for you to fathom. Just let me tell you what I feel.
'Cause I've been waiting along time for a love that's real.
I am aware that no one's perfect and that I set my sights to high
But now I know that the right one was just standing by .

And I can see that you are shaken but it was all meant to be.
And for so long I was forsaken but now I know that I love only me.

I have had trouble with some lovers. That's not to say they trouble me.
When we break up I am always left alone with me.
And as for friends, I haven't any. Is that so hard to understand.
That no one else could be as entertaining as I am.

And I can share all of my feelings with someone who understands.
When I grow old and less appealing I'll be my own helping hand loving me.

I'M IN HEAVEN. I'M IN HEAVEN. And I know that the right one is me.

I'M IN HEAVEN. I'M IN HEAVEN. In this great big world who else could it be.

I am an expert at rejection and I just don't think it's fair
That all these people should love me and I just don't care.
I am aware that I'm not charming but I've a certain savoir-faire
And I can walk through this life alone without a care.

Well I can see you think I'm crazy. That goes to show you I'm right.
I know that I'll never be lonely. I know that I can delight humble me.

I'M IN HEAVEN. I'M IN HEAVEN. And I know that the right one is me.

I'M IN HEAVEN. I'M IN HEAVEN. In this great big world who else could it be.

I'M IN HEAVEN. I'M IN HEAVEN oh yes I am.

I'M IN HEAVEN. I'M IN HEAVEN baby

I'M IN HEAVEN. I'M IN HEAVEN

Celia
© Rich Wescott

Oh, won't you come out and come to my party
got my daddy's car we can drive in style
A six-pack to relax in my daddy's Cadillac
I got everything to make you smile

CHORUS

CELIA! Won't you come out? Everything will be alright
We can go out dancing under the moonlight
CELIA won't you please come out tonight

If I come out and go to your party
There is just one thing if I take a chance
No groping or mauling, Tokin or balling
I won't do anything. I just want to dance

CHORUS

REFRAIN

I want to know. Won't you come out will take it nice and slow
Even though your body says yes, you say no

So won't you come out and come to my party
There is just one thing if you take a chance
I'll carry you, I'll ferry you, I will even marry you
I'll do what you say. Now can we dance

CHORUS-REPEAT

Ces't La Vie
© Barbara Grisau

Sweet love songs come into my heart when ere I think of you.
But I dare not sing these songs to you lest I scare you away.
No, you are a man who sees himself in the world all alone.
And the thought of a woman stealing your heart
makes you run right back home.

Yes, you run like a child lost in the night, unable to see the light.
When will you see you're nothing to me if you aren't on your own.

Well, I guess it's just about time that I came down to earth
And live life as I should.
Make your money, buy your time, but don't cross over that line.
You just might like what you find.

People are scared that they just aren't prepared as if they will ever be.
You've got to take the chance. Like they say in France.

CES'T LA VIE

CES'T LA VIE

CES'T LA VIE

Male Pattern Numbness
© Jim Ocean

How can you look at me
With so much emotion
While I live like a refugee
So cut off from myself

You want my heart, you want everything
You want all my devotion
But the part that I cannot bring
Is the part lying in a shell

Of male, it’s just Male Pattern Numbness
My heart is as hard as my head

How can you wait for me
Thinking I may be different
Well, I’m just like those other guys
In a world of my own

I’m in love with my loneliness
I romance my defenses
Living life like a grizzly bear
Where I hibernate in a cave

Of male, it’s just male pattern numbness
My heart is as hard as my head

You're so lost in your ways, your own maze,
Always seemed to crave, when it came down to the games
Wanted recognition, wanted some affection
Had this detection were headed in the wrong direction
You would bring me close, just to offer rejection
Your emotional swing, the sadness you'd bring
Consuming my thoughts with those thoughts lingering
I though you'd be refining, your impeccable timing
But as the story was inclining, our relationship was dying
It's so sad to me, that its sad to see
What we would could of been, but how it came to be.
My uncertainty of our reality,
That it was simply not meant to be.

They say that men are slime
Slippery as their desires
They emotionally terrorize
Every woman they see

But me, that’s not exactly how
I want to be
Perceived…

So how can you look at me
With so much emotion
As I live like a refugee
So cut off from myself

I’m in love with my loneliness
I romance my defenses
Living life like a grizzly bear
Where I hibernate in a cave

Of male, it’s just Male Pattern Numbness
My heart is as hard as my head
My heart is as hard as my head
My heart is as hard as my head

She Likes Girls
© 11/89 jim ocean/rich wescott

She’s a vision in Levi’s
A goddess in jeans
A beer drinkin’, bike ridin’
Girl of my dreams

Aphrodite in leather
Venus with tattoos
That I pursue, she’s someone who
I’d like to seduce

She doesn’t mean to tease
She doesn’t try to please
She says we come from two different worlds
I said “Who cares about the life you’ve led
She just turned her head laughed and said…

(Chorus)
She likes girls
They keep her motor runnin’
She likes girls
She wont’ stop and they keep comin’
She likes girls

She says if you want me
Here’s what you gotta do
Just make a change get re-arranged
You can be beautiful too

I know a doctor in Stockholm
An artist with a knife
Delete a bit and then you’ll fit into my life.

I didn’t hesitate
I thought, my God this is great
I booked a flight that very night
Then left it as a big surprise
To see the look in her eyes

(repeat chorus)

So I went to Scandinavia
I got the surgery free
It took a year, a lot of tears
But now there’s a brand new me

Then I flew back to America
To see the look on her face
She said, “My God I’m sorry, I’m really sorry”
“But it was just a phase.”

I thought that I would die
But now I realize
I’ve got no regrets or thoughts of changin’
I like myself the way I am
‘Cause I know I’m a lesbian

(repeat chorus…end)

Singing in the Acid Rain
Copyright by Jim Ocean
(capo @ 2)

Singing in the acid rain
Singing in the acid rain
Singing in the acid rain
Brown water rafting to nowhere

Hup…Here we go!

It was a beautiful neighborhood
With a view of the sea
But the microwave towered over
Like a steel canopy

But for the condo he made the sacrifice
Just to be sure he put some sperm on ice

And now he’s singing in the acid rain
Singing in the acid rain
Singing in the acid rain
Brown water rafting to nowhere

She was a brilliant executive
With a nose for the top
And her posh LA office
Gave her such a view of the smog

She was oblivious to the yellow sky
She smiled at her future, and put drops in her eyes

And now she’s singing in the acid rain
Singing in the acid rain
Singing in the acid rain
Brown water rafting to nowhere

In the town that I live in
You can hear a fire roar
Cuz the Shell Oil Refinery
Is just a mile from my door

It’s our own unofficial rent control
Affordable housing by the steel volcano

And now we’re singing in the acid rain
Singing in the acid rain
Singing in the acid rain
Brown water rafting to nowhere

Singing in the acid rain
Singing in the acid rain
Singing in the acid rain

Little Head
© By Jim Ocean

The battle for the higher mind is lost below the waist
If chemistry is what you find, you’ll want more than a taste
If Caesar’s brain had been in charge, he might have lived till May
But Cleopatra made him large, now all that we can say is

The little head is talking to the big head
The little head is talking too loud
The little head is talking to the big head
“Hey buddy, won’t you let me out”

The struggle for the right of way is old as skin and bone
And which desire gets its way depends on what is growin’
If Samson’s thoughts had been more pure, he might have saved his hair
Delilah fought with something sure, it really wasn’t fair

(No it wasn’t fair)
The little head is talking to the big head
The little head is talking too loud
The little head is talking to the big head
“Hey buddy, won’t you let me out”

Bridge:
Wah, wah, wah,
Blame it on procreation
Blame it on recreation
The manifestation of manipulation will make you grow hair on your palms, Oy!

The argument for love is fine, it comes from every mouth
But those want it unrefined are always heading south
William Clinton, Paula Jones, America said “Shame on you”
But what we accept, what we condone is not what we will do

(What we won’t do)
The little head is talking to the big head
The little head is talking too loud
The little head is talking to the big head
“Hey buddy, won’t you let me out”

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

Help Me I Think I’m Turning Into My Wife
© Jim Ocean

Help me help me I think I’m turning into my
Help me help me I think I’m turning into my
Help me help me I think I’m turning into my wife!

In the formative days of his college years
He was a horny musician with a tune in his ears
He was the life of the party drinking everybody else’s beer
Frayed at the edges he was disorganized
There was a haze in his brain
There was a glaze on his eyes
But he snapped to attention
When his head felt that shower of rice

She was a serious woman with head full of plans
She had her mind on the future and a list in her hand
And as she aimed a direction
You could hear the man start to cry

Help me help me I think I’m turning into my
Help me help me I think I’m turning into my
Help me help me I think I’m turning into my wife!

Well they melted together like two crayons in heat
But her color was stronger and he couldn’t compete
So she colored the future and he settled into defeat
On his social behavior she is keeping a lid
And now they only see people with a boat and a kid
So he sits at the table with the eyes of a lifeless squid

She was a serious woman with head full of plans
She had her mind on the future and a list in her hand
And as she balanced the checkbook
You could hear the man start to cry

Help me help me I think I’m turning into my
Help me help me I think I’m turning into my
Help me help me I think I’m turning into my wife!

It’s for your own good
If I hadn’t have found you you’d be dead in the water
It’s for your own good
You’d be driving jalopies with some junk up your nose
It’s for your own good
You’d be stuck with some bimbo, but you’d like that!
Right!
It’s for your own good…

They were joined at the wallet
They were joined at the heart
They were cemented together
You couldn’t tear them apart
They were a two-headed monster
You could tell from the very start
With no clear direction she could nudge him along
But then he lost his affection his desire was gone
So he used his aggression
To fertilize the lawn

She was a serious woman with head full of plans
She had her mind on the future and a list in her hand
And as she paid his insurance
You could hear the man start to cry

Help me help me I think I’m turning into my
Help me help me I think I’m turning into my
Help me help me I think I’m turning into my wife!