Anne Boleyn ~~~ Midnight in the courtyard Swear I'd never tell a soul (2x) If he knew what's going down High and holy heads would roll I ain't no bald headed baby I wasn't born yesterday (2x) And you don't need permission To come on out and play Lord only knows the depths of what I'm stepping in I've got it bad, I've got it bad for Anne Boleyn Anne Boleyn, Anne Boleyn Hit me like a hambone mandolin I'll be your saline canine Just say when -- say when I've got it bad, I've got it bad for Anne Boleyn (Aw, hit me now) So, where's the captain of your boredom When your ship is going down? I'm standing here, with a clever line Mama, you don't have to drown Look out yonder window See the drunken heavens spin (2x) Look out all you rounders I'm coming in It feels like we've been here before But I don't know where or when I've got it bad, I've got it bad For Anne Boleyn © 2017, Scott Hrabko (ASCAP)

Space Heater Blues ~~~ Stranded on a mattress In the shadow of an actress In the deep, dark winter Sparks from her sweater Light up the room With the space heater blues She wears a noisy necklace And the birds are alerted But the cat got your tongue And Spring won't come In the electrical hum Of the space heater blues Gather 'round, warm your little toes How long, how long Have you been out in the cold? Heaven knows She got mother of pearl In the whites of her eyes And the daughter of a detour And a moonlit sky And an order of fries And the space heater blues Her kids were with their daddy For the weekend She said, "Come on in Make yourself right at home. Open that wine and Turn the space heater on." It brings me down But I'll never learn Deep in the ground Spring's waiting her turn (C'mon, baby) Winter, I don't like you much And I know you don't like me That Northwest wind Is making it clear So, let's just agree to disagree It's a cold, cold world Since my baby set me free They tell me any day, now The sun's gonna shine Birds'll be singing Baseballs flying You can open a window Won't that day be fine? Oh, the space heater blues (3x) © 2017, Scott Hrabko (ASCAP)

A Thrill Of My Own ~~~ I pulled into town And out of my mind Calamity was on my trail A fretful buzz on the driver's side The devil's just watching me fail {Attaboy} I ain't got no wifely prohibitions Nothing to keep me in line Somewhere in the middle of nowhere I can't get you off of my mind But I've been trying Darkness falls The cold wind calls Guilty to the bone I'd go out of my mind If I ever did find A thrill of my own It's hard to be blue When I'm holding you I'm lost in the stars in your eyes The things you said Went right to my head I might not make it home tonight That'd be alright Now, you can pretend we're strangers If we should ever meet in a crowd Fool me once, baby, kiss me twice Ain't we got trouble now? I guess I'll serenade the gargoyles For there ain't nobody home I'd go out of my mind If I ever did find a thrill of my own © 2017, Scott Hrabko (ASCAP)

The Ogre's Waltz ~~~ Oh, the skids were greased for my disgrace The day that I was born The doctor said, "This one goes out to The fury of all women scorned." From the single girls of Dublin To the whores of Tripoli They all take off running Soon as they recognize me I was haunted and horny in Borneo, baby In the heat and humility I'll sing no more of Singapore Till I'm safely out to sea Hated in Haiti by Lord and by Lady An attempt was made on my soul These two voodoo dolls led me down a long hall Since then I've been digging this hole I'm the ogre at the orgy The fly in the anointment The madman's spiel The lowlight reel To your deepest disappointment And it's many a wretch like me Down on my knees I'm breathing gloom in motel rooms Counting spiders on the wall A blue recluse is on the loose That don't bother me at all Through sewer steam in New Orleans Done up in gun metal blue Dreaming of happy nerve endings On Rue Morgue Avenue Well, it's 45 minutes of sleep last night Further, my Lord, from thee You don't have to tell me I'm not living right Just have a little sympathy Thorns of lust, thorns of lust What a cruel display! This sacred heart can take so much Then I've got to call it a day I'm the ogre at the orgy The fly in the anointment The eyesore by the highway To your deepest disappointment And it's many a wretch like me © 2017, Scott Hrabko (ASCAP)

Sunshine Girl ~~~ Who's been here since I've been gone? Pretty girl with the headphones on In a reverie of heaven in a song I just smile at her dog and move along I'd make love to her for sure If she could endure If she could endure the gratitude (So uncool) Of a lonely heart with nothing left to lose Sunshine girl What's come over you? Seems like it's either raining or Just about to You can call me a fool But I'll keep on loving you Till the day that I die Of the blues Who's been gone since I've been here? Like the bubbles in my beer Sweet dreams disappear at closing time Ever smiling, ever brutal on my mind Mourning dove, mourning dove Your sweet, misguided love O, jealousy and gravity abound (All around) And they'll leave you crying helpless on the ground Sunshine girl What's come over you? Seems like it's either raining or Just about to You can call me a fool But I'll keep on loving you Till the day that I die Of the blues © 2017, Scott Hrabko (ASCAP)

Corrina (Don't Take The Long Way Home) ~~~ I walk in my sleep Down the empty streets With my head in the clouds I saw you last night You just looked away And disappeared in the crowd All the lights are on At your old address I nearly knocked on the door When I awoke, it was only a dream Like a thousand dreams before But I'm holding out and holding on So tired of being alone Corrina, don't take the long way home Now, I've got it bad for Miss so and so Like the tide's got it bad for the moon It's strangers I need And I'm a stranger, indeed As long as I'm longing for you For you No headlights on the driveway No sweet voice on the phone Corrina Corrina Corrina, don't take the long way home © 2017, Scott Hrabko (ASCAP)

Eyes of Bonny Blue ~~~ There's a blonde on the tracks With no strings attached She's free to get up and leave There hasn't been a train Pass through this way Since 19 - something - and 3 Well, I could have laughed And just turned my back And slowly walked away But that honey dripping voice It left me no choice She said, "Sweet daddy Won't you rescue me?" Well, I'm rolling around in the red clay dust Fighting with her ex-boyfriend Chickens in the yard And broken down cars And a couple of scuffed-up men I stopped his mouth with a lucky left Ruffled up the side of his head But nothing seemed to affect him It was like he was already dead And I reckon it was something you said And it's all because of you And your eyes of bonny blue It's all because of you And your eyes Your eyes of bonny blue Well, you said something wrong 20 years ago Now you can't get it out of your mind Replay the down from the spot of the foul Half the distance to the goal line Penalty flags are flying Pigs are piling on I can't get up to save myself Something must be terribly wrong So I wrote a little song And it's all because of you And your eyes of bonny blue It's all because of you And your eyes Your eyes of bonny blue © 2017, Scott Hrabko (ASCAP)

Vertigo Girls ~~~ Old Gypsy Spells And Cicada shells One last summer buzzing by We prayed in vain For the mercy of rain To a spider in the sky In the mid-morning glare None the worse for the wear I shook off a slamming door Church bells ringing Bo Diddley singing "I can tell you don't love me No more. No more." Vertigo girls Won't you come out tonight? Look at the time It'll soon be light Mean old daylight Over the roar Of the drunks next door She's shooting off sparks Barbecue saints In a hickory haze And, man, I don't mean Joan of Arc Joan of Arc Vertigo Girls Won't you come out tonight? Look at the time It'll soon be light Mean old daylight © 2017, Scott Hrabko (ASCAP)

Make Believe Rag ~~~ Crackling rows of yodeling crows on haunted electrical lines Summer's gone like a 3 minute song I guess she really means it this time This time She done made up her mind But you know how your fortunes Can turn on a dime The sun's going down like a poke in the eye Right down the middle of this highway I ply And on that greasy panorama Our destinations collide Sometimes you've got to be reminded That life ain't all a drag Strike up the band Baby, take my hand And we'll dance to that make believe rag Yeah, we'll dance to that make believe rag Make believe I'll never be the nominee For best director of a life The cast and the crew Are tired and blue And we're losing our light Our light And I've got a lot of nerve To tell you everything will be alright Sometimes you've got to be reminded That life ain't all a drag Strike up the band Baby, take my hand And we'll dance to that make believe rag Yeah, we'll dance to that make believe rag Make believe © 2017, Scott Hrabko (ASCAP)

Wandering Star ~~~ So, where are you now, my lonely one? A lifetime of light years from home Where there ain't no West, North, South or East And every detour's Got a detour of it's own It's a far cry from heaven Right out of the blue The cold wind blows From soul to soul And my thoughts go back to you Wandering star Don't wander too far Shine a loving light Where the lonely are Wandering star Well, honey, I know It's a hard way to go But there ain't no denying the blues They lying in wait in the shadows Of every little thing You've been meaning to do Still you're asking for mercy With all the trouble down below On that wheel of worry That's spinning out of control Wandering star Don't wander too far Shine a loving light 'Cause you know where we are Wandering star © 2017, Scott Hrabko (ASCAP)