
Assorted Chocolates Credits
DON’T TELL LIES
I heard you been talking ‘bout the things that I do
You don’t pull no punches baby since we’re through
You’re hitting pretty low with the things you say
Don’t matter to you if it’s true
You say I’m drinkin’ and hangin’ with trailer trash
High on the hog, and burnin’ cash
And slinkin’ around all over town
Livin’ it up, then trying to live it down
But don’t tell lies about me
Don’t tell stories that you know ain’t true
Dont tell lies about me
And I won’t tell the truth about you
I could tell a few tales about you
Some things that you’ve done
You know it’s sad but true
But I wouldn’t want that thing hangin’ on my head
Sometimes the truth is better off dead
‘Cause if rumors were rubies and gossip was gold
You’d be dripping in jewels
If I had me a dollar for every lie that you told
And all the times I was your fool
You don’t know how to leave bad enough alone
You love a tall tale like a dog loves a bone
What we had is over and done
But you aint finished havin’ your fun
You want to see how low we can go
But baby I don’t want to play no more
Don’t tell lies- your funky alibis
Cause when it comes to lies- you win the prize
So a word to the wise – don’t tell lies
Bass: Danny M
Drums: Marty Fera
Harmonica: Amos B. Haven
Hammond B3: Ricky Peterson
Electric guitar, vocals: Steve Grimes
Slide guitar, electric lead guitar: Rick Vito
Harmony vocals: Scott Shelton, Steve Grimes
MIND OF ITS OWN
Its all under control
That’s what you tell yourself
You’ll get your life on a roll
Get your heart up on the shelf
You’re on an endless quest
To put lonely to rest
You jump in on a whim
And wish yourself the best
You tend to forget
That you’ve been here before
You paid the debt, with regret
But still you’re back for more
You say “mind over matter”
What were you thinking of?
Even after dreams have shattered
You still can’t get enough
‘Cause the heart has a mind of its own
Always as stubborn as a stone
You think your common sense
Is a formidable defense
But the heart has a mind of its own
Your memory slips in this tug of war
Passion wins again, you’re not even keeping score
Good sense and reason will have their say
But still in the end, you know who’ll have its way
And the heart has a mind of its own
Follows its fantasy alone
You think your mind is set
But the fire makes you forget
That the heart has a mind of its own
Logic will tell you where you should not go
But you know so well your good friend Eros runs the show
Wisdom reminds you of skeletons past
But you make no bones that he’s an uninvited guest
The bottom line you pretend to know
Love is deaf and blind – I won’t say I told you so
You met your match, she left you flying blind
Now you find your chance to quit while you’re behind
‘Cause your heart’s in a bind of its own
Now that your little bird has flown
Time and time again you threw caution to the wind
And your heart …it’s your heart
And your heart has come apart
‘Cause your heart had a mind of its own
Electric and 12 string guitars, vocals: Steve Grimes
Electric guitar solo: Sasha Brusin
Bass: Billy Peterson
Drums: Greg Marsh
BG vocals: Scott Shelton, Herb Fernandez
BABY GOT A BUDDHA
First thing this morning I opened one eye
And across the pillow from me
I saw a gleam of sun and her beautiful smile
But there was more I could see
I had the sinking feeling my baby had some company
A different kind of vibe and a new reality
Both eyes open now I clearly see
By the crystal and the candle tree
Big gold belly and a smiling face
I believe he was laughing at me
Looking like a dude who’s chewed a lot of food
Nothin’ like a bare bellied fat guy to set the mood
Baby got a Buddha, her buddy all through the night
Swami of the nightstand laughin’ till the morning light
Now it’s not without some gratitude
For my baby’s peaceful attitude
But little brother Buddai, it’s you or me
He seems so happy, but doesn’t he understand that three’s a crowd
In the dead of night and all the livelong day he’s got something to laugh about
I’ll make a private bunk where the monk can sleep at night
I don’t care where she puts him just as long as he’s out of sight
Baby got a Buddha, she says he brings her peace at night
I know that he’s enlightened but I just don’t see the light
Mr Luck and Prosperity, you know our privacy’s a rarity
Little brother Buddai, it’s you or me
Baby got a Buddha, I’m trying hard not to be rude
But since he moved in I can’t seem to get the mood
How you ‘sposed to pop a chubby
Under the gaze of Baba Tubby
Little brother buddai, it’s you or me
Acoustic and electric guitars: Steve Grimes
Bass: Danny M
Drums: Greg Marsh
Dobro: Ken Emerson
Background vocals: Butch Wandfield
HAND BRAKE
She said “the music is hot, they really got a lot of soul
Wouldn’t you say?” He said “yeah…..”
She said “I love a funky groove, you know it makes me want to move
I love the way it soothes the blues” He said, “yeah, I know what you mean”
Then like a cold fog the silence fell
He couldn’t make a sound, he couldn’t breathe so well
He had the key in the slot, ignition was on
He had his foot on the gas, but something was wrong
He was driving, driving, driving with the hand brake
Like a deer in the road, frozen in the head lights
Tried to think of something clever
But he couldn’t find the little lever
And he’s driving, driving with the hand brake on
She said “I gotta get out on the floor and shake something loose, what do you say?”
He said “yeah, I think you should”
She said “it could be good for the gander if it’s good for the goose”
He said “yeah, it’ll do you good”
She was a free wheel, a loose caboose S
he had little to gain, and nothing to lose
He saw the green light and he wanted to go
But then he looked in his mirror and his heart said “no, no, no”
He was driving, driving, driving with the hand brake on
He wanted to burn some rubber, but the chance was gone
He couldn’t find the words to say
‘Till she was out the door, and gone away
Cause he’s driving, driving with the hand brake on
She heard a bit of urgency in the sounds that he uttered
But he pulled up the emergency, and his wheels froze and his motor sputtered
He was a cautious soul with a guarded heart
Stuck in a hole, looking for a jump start
He wanted to speak, but wasn’t up to the task
She knew what it was, she didn’t have to ask
He was driving, driving, driving with the hand brake
Dogged by the memory of bad love that he can’t shake
She was giving him the green light
But he stalled at the stoplight
Just surviving, driving with the hand brake on
“Uhhhh … what’s all this smoke?
I don’t see no fire
Must be some old flame
Somebody’s burning desire”.
He’s burnin’, burnin’, burnin’, burnin’, burnin’ out
Electric guitar: Steve Stusser
Drums: Mark Ivester
Bass: Billy Peterson
Backing vocals: Scott Shelton
Acoustic and high-strung guitars, vocals: Steve Grimes
PASE LO QUE PASE
Pase lo que pase
Anda con amor
Venga lo que venga
Deja el temor
Vocals: Dr Nat
Fretless bass: Danny M
Percussion: Lary Barilleau
Electric guitar solo: Sasha Brusin
Nylon acoustic and electric guitar: Steve Grimes
HODGEPODGE LODGE
Couple years of boredom, I thought I’d flush away the gloom
Get out on the open road and book myself a room
In that little town of nowhere, and take it down a notch
Throw away the suit and digital watch
And catch some R&R down at the Hodgepodge Lodge
I’d been crawlin’ through the papers, climbing up the walls
Hiding from the ex and dodging the calls
Trying to stay one step ahead of all the lawyers and frauds
I needed to lose the blues and maybe pour myself a scotch
And see what’s cookin’ down at the Hodge Podge Lodge
Its a scramble for breakfast, some gumbo for lunch
Bouillabaisse for dinner, you know I shoulda had a hunch
I’d be right at home here with all the ends and odds
The mixed up mish mash down at the Hodgepodge Lodge
I got little to gain and nothin’ to lose
But this neck tie noose and white collar blues
I got to shake myself loose from all the cronies and snobs
Leave ‘em in the city where the dollar is god
And spend a little time down at the Hodgepodge Lodge
It’s a rag tag mixed bag but it suits me to a tee
A zig zag flea bag but it feels like home to me
I can’t escape the facts, you know the truth is hard to dodge
I got so much in common with the Hodgepodge Lodge
You can do just as you please
Just as easy as a breeze
One man’s Rolls is another man’s Dodge
This man’s Ritz is the Hodgepodge Lodge
National steel guitar, vocal: Steve Grimes
Slide guitar: Rick Vito
Drums: Marty Fera
Bass: Danny M
Harmony vocals: Lynn Peterson
Crowd vocals: The Hodgepodge Codgers
A DREAM SURREAL
There’s a fire on the beach the night is full of shadows
There’s a breeze that blows her scent across the sea
There are stars enough to count the times I’ve missed her
And all the times I wondered what could be
There’s a dream that drifts with the sparks from the embers
And the memories so cold begin to stir
I’ve forgotten more than some men can remember
But I won’t forget the nights I spent with her
There’s no gold like a Rio sunrise
And no green like the passion vine
There’s no rose like my sweet Rosita
And no blue like this heart of mine
And all the things you thought were so real
May not always be just what they seem
They say to be careful what you wish for
But you can’t be careful what you dream
When the fire dies the shadows will surrender
I can see her just as clear as the morning star
Estou sonhando?, or am I just a good pretender
And am I destined just to love her from afar?
Drums: Kerry Sofaly
Sax: John Zangrando
Solo guitar: Marcos Amorim
Electric Guitar, vocal: Steve Grimes
Bass: Cliff Collins
Acoustic guitar: Ken Kennell
Percussion: Tato Melgar
Harmony vocal: Scott Shelton
FISH OUT OF LUCK
It’s been a long dry spell
You know that money is tight
There’s little water in the well
And I ain’t feeling just right
I’m down in the mouth, people
Had no silver spoon
Ain’t no bout a doubt it
Be at the bottom soon
When you can’t even pay it back
I got way too much of nothin’
Not enough of what I lack
There’s no light in sight
How would I ever know
If the future’s bright
When you’re spinning wheels
Stuck in the muck
You need a shove
Nobody gives a yuck
If I had a dollar
I could pass the buck
But it don’t stop here
And I’m fish out of luck
I’m a bit out of whack
Just a tad out of sorts
I either take it on the chin
Sometimes I take it in the shorts
Seems like my bottom line
Has got nowhere to fall
I feel just like another
Brick in the wall
You can save every cent of your hard earned money
Watch every dime you spend
But just when you start to make ends meet
They move the ends
You know I need some weed
Or just some greener grass
Can I just put it on the card?
‘Cause I’m a little short of cash
Baby you might think
That I’m just blowing smoke
But it might be time to fix it
Cause I sure is broke
And I’m fish out of luck A fish out of water I’m fish out of luck
Electric guitar, vocal: Steve Grimes
Solo electric guitar: Sasha Brusin
Hammond B3: Ricky Peterson
Bass: Danny M
Drums: Greg Marsh
Backing vocals: Scott Shelton
BAR TOO HIGH
I could bring in the paper, take out the trash
Find a new way to make some easy cash
‘Cause the stash in my closet disappeared without a clue
When you carry your stuff I’ll hold the door for you
But I don’t want to bite off more than I can chew
I’m no Handy Andy – I won’t tell you no lie
I don’t shoot for the stars, just like to hang where they are
And I never set my bar too high
I might bring you the spare when u lock your keys in the car
Just to show you I care I won’t make you walk too far
But I could use a little bread you know, cause I’m in a jam
My ambition is to be everything I am
I got to admit that I’m my biggest fan
So if you’re looking for a man who likes to just get by
Well then I might be your kind of guy
If you haven’t set your bar too high
“What’s too high?”
Like the corn on the fourth of July
“What’s too low?”
“Too low” ain’t a word I know
Back in school I weren’t nobody’s fool
I learnt to never never never
Don’t ever set my bar too high
Got no interest in chasing unreachable goals
I’m happily hapless, an unsavable soul
I make enough to provide – put beer on the table
Now I don’t want to exceed my limitations
Don’t want to live up to no high expectations
I’m here to relax just as long as I am able
I’ll say it again – it’s not my style to do or die
And I never set my bar too high
“What’s too high?”
I never set my bar too high
“What’s too low?”
Try not to set my bar too high
And from way down here – the counter of the bar’s too high
Electric guitar solos: Sasha Brusin
Bass: Tim Hackbarth
Drums: Kerry Sofaly
Electric and acoustic guitars, vocals: Steve Grimes
Hammond organ: Jerry Kovarsky
Sax: Rock Hendricks
Harmony vocals: Scott Shelton, Herb Fernandez
THE WAY IT IS
There was a time when time was ours
You could make it stand still
You pulled the strings and I’d jump through rings
A puppet at your will
You’d say yes and I couldn’t say no
I thought I knew but now I know
Had no right to feel that good
But I finally understood
Two sides of the coin can’t see
That which is or will never be
So close and yet so far
Things is just the way they are
Didn’t listen to my eyes and ears
Or pay attention to the fears
I was talking like I lost my feet
Walking down on Dreamer Street
We was day and night, night and day
Black and white, no shades of gray
Two dimensions split in half
We were living in some photograph
Well I don’t know what I was thinkin’ of
Maybe mistook need for love
Tried to curb my appetite
But had to savor every bite
I was love dazed – had a bad case
Lover I didn’t want to recover
Took a full dose, and God knows
I never should’ve ever had another
Left and right, right or wrong
All of my resistance gone
It was easy come but hard to go
The sky above and hell below
Played a hand and bet it all
Took a chance and took a fall
I felt the fever of your touch
Found that fire could cool so much
Well I don’t know what I was thinkin’ of
But I was down to be a fool for love
So close is still a miss
Things is just the way it is
I was love dazed – had a bad case
Lover I didn’t want to recover
Took a full dose, and the devil goes
“Are you ready, are you ready, for another?”
Bass: Chuck Deardorf
Drums: Mark Iverster
Acoustic and electric slide guitar, solo guitar: Joe Caro
Electric guitar, vocal: Steve Grimes
Harmony vocal: Scott Shelton
THAT’S NEWS TO ME
There’s a whole lotta hype it’s all that you hear
If you experience elections lasting longer than four years (call your doctor)
It’s just a goat rodeo – ‘nough to bring you to tears
It’ll mess with your mind and play on your fears
There’s dung flying, gossip and lying
It’s all a reality show
You can make and break the rules
If you got the dough
They’re all save-face, political hacks
Who make their case with alternative facts
They call that news, .but it’s a bad blues
It ain’t nothin’, nothin I can use
I cut myself loose and set myself free
‘Cause if that’s news, that’s news to me
A politician, corporatician, it’s Oz behind the screen
Impersonator, masquerader, a ghost in the machine
Publicity hound making the rounds on TV
You put lipstick on the pig, it’s still a pig to me
There’s no denying it’s fact defying
They don’t wanna see the proof
It don’t feed into the greed
They got no need for the truth
There’s breaking news, but it’s the truth that’s being broken
And the spin from Mr Thin Skin is better left unspoken
It’s the bad bad political blues
And it’s something I can’t seem to lose
It’s all fact free, and hyperbole
It may be real for you, but fake news to me
Electric guitar, vocals: Steve Grimes
Electric guitar solos: Steve Stusser
Drums: Mark Ivester
Bass: Chuck Deardorf
Organ: Dickie Tilton
Backgroud vocals: Kelly Covington
THE REAL DEAL
Some folks just wait for their ship to come in
Counting on a number in the lottery win
Waiting for McMahon to call
Hope they’re going to win it all
And pray that gold will pave their way
Planning on a scam or a genie in a lamp
For life to be a cabaret
Then again there’s a man with a different plan
He’s Mister DIY, this guy, he’s a self made man
Grew up through the cracks
A wind blown seed, of the toughest weed
Went from the bottom to the top
Where he still won’t stop
He’s a man of a different breed
He’s a free wheel – rolls his own way,
As sure as night and day, I’d say, he’s the real deal
He’s pure bred, he’s a tide turner
You’d be lucky my friend to have him in your corner
Got the pedal to the metal and he’s full speed ahead
If he can’t live it to the hilt, he’d say
“I’d be better off dead”
If you don’t call it straight, he won’t hesitate
You know he’s going to call your bluff
If you tell it like it is, he’s a gem of a gent
He’s a diamond in the rough
He’s got hair of silver, and a heart of gold
All the feats of a lifetime in a song can’t be told
He made it to elite, but still don’t miss a beat
With the man on the street
He’s sometimes tough, but just beneath the gruff
There’s the oh so sweet
He’s the real deal, he’s solid gold
When God made Fred he said, “think I broke the mold”
He’s old school, he ain’t nobody’s fool
He’s Fred and that’s all that needs to be said
He’s Fred, ‘nough said, and that’s all
Piano: Eric Verlinde
Drums: Mark Ivester
Solo guitar: Sasha Brusin
Acoustic bass: Bruce Phares
Harmony vocals: Pamela Polland
Rhythm guitar, vocal: Steve Grimes
TWEET ME RIGHT
Google me baby, search me inside out
Google me baby till there ain’t no doubt
Don’t you want to know what I’m all about
Wiki me honey then do it some more
Wiki me now, then you’ll know for sure
I got the kind of love you’ve been searching for
Why don’t you blog me mama, blog me all night long
Blog me baby till I’m too far gone
Keep me logged in honey till the break of dawn
Plug me in, boot me up
Log me in, scroll me down
Queue me up, stream me on
Download me baby ‘till my memory’s gone
Why don’t you browse me baby
Surf me the whole night through
You arouse me baby
When you do me like you do
You got my password honey
You don’t need no secret clue
Gigibyte me baby, byte me till it gigahertz
Gigibyte me mama ‘till you sound my alerts
Don’t you want to know if my hardware works
Tweet me baby you tweet me oh so sweet
Tweet me like a man you knock me off my feet
I won’t unfriend you, if you don’t delete me
Now if you’re just phishing then I’m not your man
Don’t give me no cookies – I won’t give you no spam
You can be sure that this ain’t no scam
Awwww baby baby you know how I am
Bass: Tim Hackbarth
Drums: Kerry Soflay
Electric guitar solo: Sasha Brusin
Hammond organ: Jerry Kovarsky
Electric guitar, vocal: Steve Grimes
Sax: Rock Hendricks