Climate: Observations On Friends And Friendship All Songs by Nathan Beach & Grant Kuneman (c) 2000 Bryan's Cabin Songs (ASCAP) "Rock And Roll In Dallas, Texas" Rock and roll in Dallas, Texas Has got a different kind of beat Trucks are thumping down the highway Debutantes are out to eat They're on the street I was out driving just yesterday In those downtown Dallas streets Don't you love it on the plains babe? The concrete streets mark the way That the cattle made their ways Up to the north end of the state The Yankees maybe play But the Rangers play it straight Got a biscuit with my eggs And white gravy on my plate We've got rock and roll to play We're going to rock the southern states Going to rock and roll in Dallas, Texas Going to rock and rock and rock And roll in Dallas, Texas Sidekicks are kicking it at reunion The Mavericks are shooting up some hoops I think I just lost my car keys I'll be taking DART home to-night But we're turning up the amps And we're dropping down the nutz Grant's screaming on the slide guitar And the garage door The garage door is up Rock and roll in the suburbs Where the old ladies tend to dance Pulling poodles down the sidewalk And they're having trouble with their pants When they hear us play the rock and roll And the garage door is up They hear us play the rock and roll And the garage door is up Rock and roll the neighborhood And the garage door is up You can hear us on the highway When the garage door is up Only rock and roll is heard When the garage door is up Cause rock and roll is back And the garage door is up The R&B is back When the garage door is up Rock and roll the suburbs When the garage door is up Rock and rock and roll When the garage door is up Rock and rock and roll When the garage door is up "Show Me Your Fingers" Have you changed my question Or asked another one of me? I've abandoned my plans completely To make you need me Show me your fingers Count them, darling That's how many times that I've loved you And nine times is enough that's all I can do I want something new As I live alone in Dallas Texas, my love, has never looked so cold A snowflake falls uniquely But when it lands we'll see Show me your fingers Count them, darling That's how many times I've loved you And nine times is enough that's all I can do I want something new Mr. Clarke has got wine for you Only the best, he knows what to do Mr. Davis is putting on the moves He's sixty years old with so much to prove Mr. Prather he writes you a book There's no telling how long it took Mr. Henty is picking his swords He's fighting in a duel over who gets you Mr. Ford, his name is Ernie He sings you one about how The love is gone Love is dead Love is wrong And you once said That life's too long It never moves But hear these words They might remind you "Tomorrow May Be The Day" I watched you turn dead In that hospital bed The nurse and your cat A crutch and a hat With pillow in hand What put to your face Gloves on nightstand A grimy suitcase The collar was loose I'd shucked off my boots Crackers and juice And doctors in suits Looking at your rigid limbs It's difficult not to think About the time I spent Laying on the couch Sleepless One eye on the door One eye sealed shut Until the door opened And in you came Whisky on your breath Death in your eye Your shallow skin Parched red Making making me Taste the fear Taste the pain Taste the love We used to share My dear This is the day I've always looked forward to The day when i could say You're very much alive You're breathing just fine But tomorrow may be the day You'll never know, dear Darling, there's something here in this sack The garden and the trees And the flowers and the bees They'll never have a chance to grow back "Sally's On The Phone" This happens every time you call my line I've got plenty say About frat house propaganda And the lengthening line For contracting disease I don't feel so alone When Sally's on the phone I'm asking her about The next time she's driving home Sally Marie, she's a sad girl But she smiles bright blue When I tell her the news About how rescuers aren't working It's Christmas Eve So they can go home And Ronald Reagan's had back rubs And lots of new friends for living this far And with our senator in a space ship Then who speak for us while he's gone? I don't feel so alone When Sally's on the phone I'm asking her about The next time she's driving home And Sally says, I am a human being With doors and ceilings and floors like you I've even got a kitchen And a cat named Richard just like you I know the names of your kinfolk And have had mine renamed like yours We've got the same initials And now my birthday is the same as yours I don't feel so alone When Sally's on the phone I'm asking her about The next time she's driving home "Observations On Friends And Friendship" I'll ask you one question What are friends for? I'll tell you the answer to that one Friends are for caring and helping Friends are able to accept when you have done wrong Friends are forgiving All this adds up and makes you perfect The many jams you have helped me out of Like the time when I was broke And I smashed the glass bowl in the shop Did you call me clumsy? No You just paid for the bowl Then refused to let me pay you back And the time when I broke my arm By trying to fly off the trampoline Did you laugh? No You talked to me all the way To the hospital And held my hand All this talk of how wonderful you are Is making it hard for me to tell you the bad news My family is moving to California and Naturally I have to go with them I don't know how I will last without you there To help me out of my messes But I know that nobody will ever take up The large portion of my heart that you own You will forever be my friend And I hope I will be yours too "Happy Birthday To Me" Dallas, Texas morning Bloody Mary at ten On a special day like this They should have kept the kids in It's Saturday morning and the cars back up As I'm standing in the yard with a ladle and a cup It's little Mary's birthday with an end so abrupt They'll have to clean it up with a bucket and a mop Mrs. Hansen had the girls At her house for breakfast today Slumber party PJs Eleven candles on the cake, hooray! It's Saturday morning and the cars back up As I'm standing in the yard with a ladle and a cup It's little Mary's birthday with an end so abrupt They'll have to clean it up with a bucket and a mop Coca-Cola™ and cupcakes Turn on the faucet for noise I guess her friends will have to enjoy All her brand new toys It's Saturday morning and the cars back up As I'm standing in the yard with a ladle and a cup It's little Mary's birthday with an end so abrupt They'll have to clean it up with a bucket and a mop Elementary school used to leave me cold It's so hard to get a fix when you're eight years old "In The Harbor" Some people like him but some folks don't Rusty sails in the harbor flap just like The bird that's in the bush The glue in his hand The bass drum thumps in the rock and roll band She fell down the stairway but tucked in her skirt Scabby knees in the hallway are red just like The apple that fell from the tree to the dirt She's always wearing his favorite shirt The razor takes a nick off the business man He's standing in the bathroom in just his knee-socks While his wife is in Cannes with an all-over tan He's back home eating chunky soup from a can Charmers on the edge of the lake Rusty nails beneath rake Shorty sings the songs in tune Cindy shakes the dust-filled broom Sockets sucked into the head Falling snow onto the dead Some folks like it but some folks don't When you tickle their clem With a thought so enlightening It makes them think Imagine they'd think About the top 40 music out on the ice rink "Somewhere Toward The Back" When your arm touched mine while in the bank line You became a piece of my mind Synapse and cardboard the pieces shift and crack I stuck you in somewhere toward the back Pale white even grey the hand that shook the arm to-day A fleshy mass filled with DNA Or covered in lime in the casket next to mine But you don't have to worry about that for some time You might slide your arm under the pillow to-night To find some place cool and out of sight But please don't forget to turn out the bathroom light Floss your teeth and brush with Dent-o-Brite™ "Today Is The Day" Blood in the sink there is no rival But clean white sheets To your friends in the bible If you wash your face make it red Take off your socks before you get in bed It's not the day it's night that I dread, thinking Not this time not this way As a hot bullet rattles in your empty head Not this time not this way You're maybe going to lose you life today Kiss me now or never again Brush your hair then count to ten Beige bath towel a fountain pen And folding chairs for the other men What will you say when it all begins? Not this time not this way As a hot bullet rattles in your empty head Not this time not this way You're maybe gonna make me mad today I can see the strain in your eyeballs now As you cross the room take a bow Sorry it just won't work out somehow A few more minutes the time allows Your naked legs it's this night that I dread, screaming Not this time not this way As a hot bullet rattles in your empty head Not this time not this way You're maybe gonna make me mad today Blood in the sink There is no rival But clean white sheets For your friends in the bible "Rock And Roll In Dallas, Texas (Reprise)" Rock and roll in Dallas, Texas Has got a different kind of beat Trucks are thumping down the highway Debutantes are out to eat They're on the street I was out driving just yesterday In the downtown Dallas streets Don't you love it on the plains babe? The concrete streets mark the way That the cattle made their ways Up to the north end of the state The Yankees maybe play But the Rangers play it straight Got a biscuit with my eggs And white gravy on my plate We've got rock and roll to play We're going to rock the southern states Going to rock and rock and rock And roll in Dallas, Texas Going to rock and roll in Dallas, Texas The Sidekicks are kicking it at reunion The Mavericks are shooting up some hoops I think I just lost my car keys I'll be taking DART home to-night Because we're turning up the amps And we're dropping down the nutz Grant's screaming on the guitar And the garage door is up Rock and roll in the suburbs Where the old ladies like to dance Pulling poodles down the sidewalk And they're having trouble with their pants When they hear us play the rock and roll And the garage door is up All Songs by Nathan Beach & Grant Kuneman (c) 2000 Bryan's Cabin Songs (ASCAP)