Zeeterman's Lyrics

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I'm a songwriter, and write under the name Zeeterman's Brainpan. I want to post some lyrics to songs I've written. While you can't hear the songs, I'd still like your opinion on the lyrics. Do you like the subjects I write about? What are your favorites? I'm going to post lyrics in batches from time to time for comment. All songs Copyrighted (c)&(p) Brainpan Music. JOIN US What are you so scared of in the dark? It’s not so bad here under your bed. Why don’t you join me here? You might find your life is not so different than mine. It’s an acquired taste but you can try. Open up your mind to what is hidden. Turn your back on what is given. It’s your clandestiny. Join us here. Join us here. Why are you so frightened of these things you know not of? We are your friends Why don’t you join us here? Don’t you be so quick to judge my actions and my purpose and adaptions They’re all here for me. Life is so surreal, it’s what you make it. See the oyster’s pearl now take it. It’s the clam’s destiny. Join us here. Join us here. GOT ME A SHOVEL Got me a shovel to dig up my daddy’s bones. But I know there will be trouble with the law. Stripped down buck naked, climbed atop a 10 foot pole. Singin’ songs of dead awakened broken souls. Jesus on my belt buckle. Annointment on my head. Got me a shovel and a dog I call Ol’ Blue. Gonna reincarnate daddy when I’m through. Stole me a hearse, put on a suit and tie. I know things can’t get much worse, after all... Drivin’ down the highway. Ol’ Blue by my side. Six feet up under where my daddy turns to dust. There’s a golden coin of greed and broken trust. Creepin’ throught the graveyard. Jesus by my side. (Hopkins County lockup, with Jesus by my side). REALITY REARS ITS UGLY HEAD Toolin’ around in my Riviera. Keep my hand on the ejector seat lever. Filled my trunk full dumpster divin’. 13 hours of non-stop drivin’. (What a life I’ve led) Reality rears its ugly head. (Hitchhiker up ahead) Reality rears its ugly head. Pick up a hitchhiker in my Riviera. With fishnet stockings and heavy mascara. In her purse was a 44 pistol. Birth control pills and Folger’s Crystals. (Lying there with her in bed) Reality rears its ugly head. (I’m really a man, she said) Reality rears its ugly head. Makin’ me some money just a Mystery Shoppin’. Retail's fo suckas so let’s go do some robbin’. Counterfeit bills at the 7-11. Unlocked windows are a gift sent from heaven. (Rearview flashing lights of red) Reality rears its ugly head. (Roadblock up ahead) Reality rears its ugly head. Learned to speak Esperanto by Osmosis. Cigarettes and Captain Morgan helps my psychosis. Reality rears its ugly head. Reality rears its ugly head. THE GHOST WHO WALKS In the darkest jungle there is talk of the man who can’t be sold or bought. Evil-doers cannot run or hide from the man they say who cannot die. Jungle whispers of the skull who talks Tells the legend of The Ghost Who Walks. In Bengalla in the deepest woods The Phantom’s legacy is understood. Sons who take the vow shall shed no tears for cryptic writings of 400 years. Protect the innocent at any cost Or souls of generations will be lost. (The Phantom’s vow whispered) I swear to devote my life to the destruction of piracy, greed, cruelty, and injustice, and my sons and their sons shall follow me). Floating down the inky coast at night There’s no escaping from the Phantom’s sight. Dead men tell no tales but in their eyes, They’d seen the Phantom’s unmasked face and died. Jungle whispers of the skull who talks Tells the legend of The Ghost Who Walks. EMPEROR NORTON In San Francisco’s history Lived a great man of integrity Who entertained and did proclaim his right to rule. The clothes he wore were very worn Dressed in plumed hat and uniform Took it on himself to rule us all and play the fool. (chorus) Three cheers for Emperor Norton's Proclamations of importance Our U.S. Emperor and Protector of Mexico. His job was not so hazardous He dined with Bummer and Lazarus In the finest restaurants, it’s true, he did not pay. Had his own legal tender Most places let him spend there He rode the trains and trolleys free every day. (repeat chorus) By ruling of his majesty A bridge shall be built, I do decree From Oakland Point to Telegraph Hill, so it shall be. By appointment to his majesty Mark Twain’s old friend he came to be When Norton died 10,000 came, last time to see. (Repeat chorus).