Somewhere In The Stars
Well the daughter’s in the kitchen making cornbread muffins
Daddy’s playing guitar on the roadhouse circuit
Mama’s in the henhouse with the next door neighbor
I’m here drinking all her favorite bourbon
Somewhere in the stars I suppose it is written
A man just does what he needs to do
Well the preacher’s giving lessons to his favorite students
The newsman’s worried bout the latest wrinkles
The kids in the schoolyard are playing hide and seek
The mayor’s all worried bout the commie pinkos
Somewhere in the stars I suppose it is written
A man just does what he needs to do
Well the spoiled little girl is throwing temper tantrums
The shoes her mama bought just aren’t the latest fashion
Never mind the homeless and the hungry masses
The pig roast down the street is an instant success
Somewhere in the stars I suppose it is written
A man just does what he needs to do
Well the cop is on the main street making new arrests
The newsstand bookie’s taking in the last bets
The patron of the arts gives his learned views
The old man’s working but he’ll be home soon
Somewhere in the stars I suppose it is written
A man just does what he needs to do
CP Butchvarov
The King’s Wall (Song For Elvis)
A velvet portrait of the king himself
Covers a crack in your wall
That’s your face under that hat under those lights
If it isn’t it’s got to be
When you get that sound it’ll pound like the rain
And flatten this tiny world
Shiver the portrait lengthen the crack
Tear the king’s broken wall down
If you feel dreams aren’t real you’re crazy
Dreams illuminate the galaxy
They fill the space with perfect spheres
Blinding comets unstoppable
A house where hope will multiply
A pillar to hold to in floods
A signpost pointing the way one way
A destiny not a mirage
Let the dream die all that’s left is the wall
The king’s face is missing
Damned your insanity if that’s what you want
I think I’ll stick to my dreams
JS Bowers and CP Butchvarov
On The Beach
He draws fire through his teeth cursing the tobacco
It’s flavor leaves a stain upon the tongue
He seeks the beaches and paces like a prisoner
And rails at the sea as if it were made of bars
He is hungry she is blind
And he seeks her peace of mind
She reads his palms with sighted fingers
She says he will go far
Her own palms deceive her saying she’ll return tomorrow
But he’ll believe she will she will
He is hungry she is blind
And he seeks her peace of mind
J Flagg and CP Butchvarov
Contract
Draw up a contract and sign with your name
Fill it with fortune and stardom and fame
Sell out your mom if you’re short a few bills
Send for your lawyer to fix up her will
Book me a seat on the Merv Griffin show
Plant screaming fans in the crowd below
I’m on my way got to rattle my bones
Gonna put in an order for more telephones
Watch for the boys that hang out in the street
I think they’re researching the key to this beat
Hire me a girl and have her close the drapes
Don’t like seeing raisins when I look at my grapes
Let all the cards fall let the dice roll
But buy an insider on Rolling Stone
Check my insurance and buy me some shoes
I wanna look sharp for the CBS news
JS Bowers and CP Butchvarov
At The Bistro
You walk into the bar all eyes are upon you
You feel so small and you feel so tall
You see me drowning in this glass of wine
Swim beside me at the perfect time
You weren’t meant to be on this earth
We’re too crass for the likes of you
But that you grace this world of dreams
You shattered all these stupid schemes
And left me with a sense of wonderment
At the humor of it all
You sit alone at lunch surrounded by people
You feel so strange could you be deranged
You see me grinning under stetson hat
Hiss approval like a stalking cat
You weren’t meant to be in this place
You’re a hard one to understand
Sad eyes glowing serpentine
All the sights that you’ve ever seen
Alight with a sense of wonderment
At the humor of it all
And I go crazy whenever we’re apart
You’re waiting tables and you feel so blue
You wonder why they all look at you
You serve a tonic with a smile so sweet
I fall to laughter in the tropic heat
You weren’t born to be in this bar
Fate’s so funny for it’s fickle hand
The pod opens and scatters wide
We rise and fall with the tide
Alight with a sense of wonderment
At the humor of it all
And I go crazy whenever we’re apart
CP Butchvarov
Tick Tock
Been to the mountain been to the sea
The garden gate opens wide to see
But it’s anyone’s guess what it means to be
It’s a long long road as far as I can see
Seen men die for country
Seen gods make mistakes
Been down on my knees
Been far off the track
Well it’s safe to say
It’s a turning wheel
It turns and turns
Always rolls right back
There’s a fork in the road
To the left or right
Lit by the moon in the starry sky
One way’s safe to your dying day
The other twists right out of sight
Skid on the ice trip on the rocks
Spring from within like a jack in the box
Whistle this tune to the ticking clock
Tick tock tick tock
We’re all born to be gentle
And we’re taught to be cruel
If it’s only a game
Well it’s a pack of lies
It’s a cosmic joke
It’s a way of life
It’s a play on words
There’s more than meets the eye
Seen men carry banners
Preaching right from wrong
Ah then you see them kill
For their peace of mind
But the gods laugh a lot
And they toss real dice
They’re loaded too
Each life has it’s own price
There’s a fork in the road
To the left or right
Lit by the moon in the starry sky
One way’s safe to your dying day
The other twists right out of sight
Skid on the ice trip on the rocks
Spring from within like a jack in the box
Whistle this tune to the ticking clock
Tick tock tick tock
CP Butchvarov
The Plan
The night is hot the fans don’t help
Tears fall on the sheets
We rest awhile with a cigarette
Our hearts in heavy beat
You go your way I’ll go mine
We stare up at the ceiling
The light in your eyes
The song in your heart
The love you realize tonight
Is it all part of a plan
Oh give me love
Tropic breeze too warm to cool
We lay in pools of sweat
When morning comes you know I’m gone
For a sunset on the sea
You go your way I’ll go mine
We meet in other places
The light in your eyes
The song in your heart
The love you realize tonight
Is it all part of a plan
Oh give me love
Well I know a girl a kindred soul
Who looks a lot like you
We made a bunk and raised a dog
To give it up for this
You go your way I’ll go mine
We shrug each other off
The light in your eyes
The song in your heart
The love you realize tonight
Is it all part of a plan
Oh give me love
There’s little to say over coffee
Chill bites to the bone
Read your paper I’ll read mine
The forecast’s always rain
You go your way I’ll go mine
We’ll meet again some day
The light in your eyes
The song in your heart
The love you realize tonight
Is it all part of a plan
Oh give me love
CP Butchvarov
Sweet Summer Rose
Wandered in a daze till I met you rose
Now I’m under your spell wherever I go
Your love’s so incredible it’s stronger than me
Without that love I am incomplete
Oh and how I miss you
It’s a thousand miles till I get to you
I’ll wear out another pair of shoes
Wear all your jewelry and your purple dress
I’ll be there on the moonlight express
Oh and how I miss you
My sweet sweet summer rose
Flying through the night in a turboprop
My nerves are tied up tight in knots
I miss you more and more each day
But this time baby I come to stay
Please be there when I taxi in
I yearn to see your girlish grin
Hold me tight and take me home
I promise I will never roam
Oh and how I miss you
My sweet sweet summer rose
This life is short but there might be more
Let’s play together in the jester’s court
Wait for me and off we’ll go
Together as only we will know
Oh and how I miss you
CP Butchvarov
The Bunk We Sleep In
So where do you live in the universe
We live where we’re always at war
So where you goin in your galaxy
We don’t know how to open that door
Well you could but who would want you in outer space
To spread war and hate
But you could change it all every one of you
And be everything you ever dreamt
We want to dream out loud we want to blend in the crowd
We want to sing songs of love
We want to walk with confidence on a smiling street
We want to laugh with clear conscience
We want a world of peace and harmony
We want to know in our hearts is it true do we make the bunk we sleep in
Fold it neat fluff it up keep it clean yeah we’re out on the range again
So why can’t man learn to live in peace
I suppose cause he quickly forgets
Do you think it’s time to dispel the myths
Seems to me that the patterns are set
Well you could but why trust the written word
It might not reveal the truth
You can know so much and not feel a thing
We want to free our minds we want to straggle behind
We want to absorb the light
We want to feed the poor we want to know for sure
Of the endless power of love
We want to sway in beat we want to sweat in the heat
Of the glorious fire of love
We want to know in our hearts is it true do we make the bunk we sleep in
Fold it neat fluff it up keep it clean yeah we’re out on the range again
If a price were set for the future of man
It would surely have to be high
For till the lessons each are mastered all
There is no pie in the starry sky
It’s a price you pay on a sleepless night
When the air hangs like molten lead
The whispering wind of your history
Turns typhoon inside your head
We want to blow this town we want to travel around
We want to climb all the hills
We want another home we want to travel the road
We want to ride all the waves
We want to change the law in a single stroke
We want to be self indulgent
We want a place in history and to bear no shame
We want to know in our hearts is it true do we make the bunk we sleep in
Fold it neat fluff it up keep it clean yeah we’re out on the range again
CP Butchvarov