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Sentimental Vanity

by Terry Eason

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1.
Megalomaniac 02:34
MEGALOMANIAC Sentimental vanity Everywhere insanity Embarrassed by humanity Always can’t wait Hurry up eternity How we gonna turn the key? Someone get a tourniquet Or a band-aid Human race gunny sack All the moral fiber’s in decay All the megalomaniacs All your laurel’s gonna suffocate ‘cause you’ve been resting on them Too long now they’re getting smothered You always sing the same old song Don’t you know any others? How ‘bout that one that has words and a melody? Always saying that we’re doomed From the womb to the tomb Can only fit so much gloom In a hand basket Everybody’s gonna die Feel helpless terrified Cars are falling from the sky Blowing gaskets Fiction over throne Now you’re gonna have to face the fact Your ego’s overblown Now you’re gonna need a bigger hat You think so highly of yourself You don’t need any lover You always paint the same old picture Like to see another How ‘bout one that’s in black and white and color? Sentimental vanity Everywhere insanity Embarrassed by humanity Always can’t wait Hurry up eternity How we gonna turn the key Someone get a tourniquet Or a band-aid Human race gunny sack All the moral fiber’s in decay All the megalomaniacs All your laurel’s gonna suffocate And you’ve been bragging ‘bout old glories Like some banner oh brother You always tell the same old story Don’t know any other How ‘bout the one with the beginning, middle and ending?
2.
Miracle Man 03:02
MIRACLE MAN It’s time to get up It’s time to get moving Get out of bed and wake your head We should be leaving Forget about going to school today And get to the hospital Dad’s still alive but closed his eyes And barely breathing In your eyes in your eyes it’s impossible Miracle man and you don’t understand How his eyes white and blue can be so clear and true See them open up wide see the heavenly light Gather around what turns out to be His last breathing deathbed Chaplain last night Read his last rites Salvation assured Hang on for a bit longer now Son’s at the airport If you can squeeze my hand If you understand Last strength last resort In your eyes in your eyes it’s impossible Miracle man and you don’t understand How his eyes white and blue can be so clear and true See them open up wide see the heavenly light In your eyes in your eyes in your eyes it’s impossible miracle man still just don’t understand How that radiant room we can only assume It was almighty shining was holy divine If the answer is maybe then there may be hope for you
3.
Karma Bull 02:54
KARMA BULL Better lay your money down Put it where your mouth is Better know your way around Where north or south is Better be fairly darn certain Practice what you preach So that when it’s time for curtains You’ve prepared a good speech Don’t tell me all about your luck Don’t want to hear about your life Don’t tell me all about your love Don’t care about all you’ve given up Don’t tell me your karma ran over my bull Everybody knows your dogma is full On top of the world let me down On top of everything around On top of the world don’t let me down Underneath everything the ground Better know you lines and verses Quote them all the time Utter them between your curses Every paradigm Don’t tell me all about your luck Don’t want to hear about your life Don’t tell me all about your love Don’t care about All you’ve given up
4.
Miss Egmont 02:10
MISS EGMONT Miss Egmont what will you do When the sun stops shining on you? When your come-uppance is due And your cup of tea’s no longer for you? And you wish that you could forget Disappointments made you a wreck And a life that’s full of regret Is a full life indeed yeah that’s what I heard You can’t change history now And you can’t just throw in the towel The die’s already been cast Why don’t you relax, here sniff on a flower It’s all in the past, dear, late is the hour So just keep thumping that bible Just let tumbling dice roll Miss Egmont what will you do When the sun starts setting on you? When your little room with a view And the clock on the wall ticking drives you cuckoo? Got a keepsake souvenir box Forget the snapshot treasury tossed Down by the wayside memory lane Can’t get all the stains out To erase all the pain You can’t make history change You can’t just take all the blame Here your credit is good Please let it be, would you just let it go? You’ve done a good job, more than you know So just keep thumping that bible We’ll just keep stumbling by though Lightning and thunder is liable To strike us down at any time Miss Egmont don’t you know you should be proud You’ve done the best you can and you’re allowed To look back and fondly remember the days Of winery, rosary and fine bouquets You deserve praise Miss Egmont you’ve done a good job, Much more than you know
5.
BUCKY AND THE FOREGONE CONCLUSION MEAT When he was a young boy and going to school The other boys would taunt him and make fun of his drool They’d give him a snuggy remember that time Was pushed in the sewer all covered in slime When he got older and much cooler than them They’d bum cigarettes and would mooch all his hemp High as a kite he’d show up late for class Test tried and truant, never fail or pass When it came time to he started a band The rhythm was right and a new revolution began You know we all want to change the world Un-seeable forces the Forgone Conclusion was born High horses and pressure of fortune and fame Unfortunately, some other band had that name To simply have changed it, that would have been best Fell in to a funk though, severely depressed When it came time to, he went to his room Overcome with grief and too much confusion There’s only one way to change the whole world At the end of his rope and the Forgone Conclusion No more The letter was brief Just like his life Short and sweet An immortal footnote Voice of a mute generation)
6.
Cartwheels 03:26
CARTWHEELS AND COTILLIONS Oh ain’t it great to be alive In summertime on Sunday And I can’t wait ‘til I survive Just one more time and I pray That I’ll wake up and you’re right near me You’ll still endear me And hear me when I say I’m happy To be with you, to hold and kiss you Right on through the day we die Dumb squirrels that feast on mountain ash Don’t count on cash, they’ve no fear Miraculous the monarch tree Migration year after year So let’s celebrate just one more Chance for fun or slam this door on Happiness to be together And mean forever Right on ‘til the day we die We could be one in a million Doing cartwheels at cotillions Drinking, dancing, acting silly and Where there’s a way there is a will yeah My heart is weak my blood is thick My tears flow like bad plumbing If I should sleep and it stops to tick Don’t fear that day is coming I never meant to hurt your feelings Should fix that ceiling, please be happy You know I love you, I’ll always love you Right on ‘til the day we die
7.
I NEVER KNEW YOU Your generation rarely talked about Sentimental things or cried out loud Just tacitly provide for kids and wife But once you asked if I knew Mack the Knife Had a speed boat, trailer in our yard And cabin lake trips in a new used car And I always will remember that The hornet’s nest at Lake Shetteck But I never knew you like my mother did Or like the guys down at Eli’s I never knew you, I was just a kid I knew I had plenty of time When you were laid up in that hospital You said, “When I get out of here, I will Take mom and you kids to California To see your uncle Winn and cousins and it’s warm there.” I never knew you like my brothers did Who were old enough to know About the film show and Marlon Brando When I was much too young to go Then there was the time when you brought home The ocelot, hey yeah that was a good one Mom still talks bout those letters you wrote Signed them “all my love” she’s fond to quote Procession at your funeral, miles on end I never knew you had so many friends Local luminaries, football stars Always knew where they could buy a good car I never knew you like my mother did Or like the guys down at Eli’s I never knew you, I was just a kid I guess I never realized What you were going through The feelings that you hid Much too proud to say I love you
8.
THE BEGINNING OF THE SUN You hear people talk about How everyone’s chilled with doubt About where the world is headin’ Right into Armageddon A solider soldier boy Disposable tots for toys From cradle straight to the grave To fatal from home of brave God bless America C’mon give us a miracle No need for hysteria Everyone’s trying to scare ya It’s a battlefield you know Casualties take their toll Let’s go for a casual stroll Forget what you think you know Sure is a heck of a show I haven’t heard the word, man About who holds the winning gun It’s not the end of the world, man It’s the beginning of the sun Here in the land of the free We’re slaves to democracy We look on the brighter side If it’s dark we just close our eyes Can’t always see straight Can’t always control your fate Just give me the fullest plate It’s not about love and hate, no It’s a battlefield you know Forever the optimist It’s clever to coexist Whatever the catalyst With love on the shorter list Have you heard the word, man Winning is half the fun It’s not the end of the world, man It’s the beginning of the sun
9.
KOHLARABI DREAMS Well I guess I never really gave it a thought But I’m really glad that you were born The barking ocelot must have cost a lot Still hear the stadium mascot blowing his horn And all the guinea pigs with wings in the sky Something funny said when I was a child Seen from the window of a boring classroom Thank God for caterpillars and for cocoons Kohlrabi dreams Always come back to me The wind blows the trees And the apples fall and rot Rivers and streams Flow where they please The burden of bees Better to have lived than not
10.
BALLAD OF THE SHOULDA COULDA WOULDA My dad was a car salesman Provided like a father can Day and night he’d wheel and deal From down at Eli’s bar Or the back trunk in a parking lot Pick up a hi-fi that was hot 1201 Harmon place Top hatter plaque on wall Sometimes he’d come home late Worry mom sick, once he broke an ashtray Cold dinner waiting, she had a full plate Should’ve called home and said he’d be after eight Mom she was a housekeeper Vacuumer and floor sweeper Made a mean can of soup Sent kids off to school Sometimes she would use the belt Couldn’t control the way she felt Still it was home sweet home At Portland Avenue Yeah well we’re all finding our way Keepin’ pretty busy not much time to play Sit around and worry ‘bout all this doomsday So please keep us in your hearts everyday when you pray Should’ve done this and should’ve done that Should’ve said I love you more than I did Could’ve been a better parent to my kids But now it’s just apparent I failed God forbid Don’t be so hard on yourself I’ll take the card that I’m dealt If the sky were to fall I won’t blame you at all I’ll remember to call and I’ll tell you it’s alright And those were the best days I had Brother snuck out after dark Tripping down to Augsburg Park Flowers on the window sill Fluffing up the pillows Went into the navy and At the airport shaking hands With dad for the very last time He didn’t know it then though On a little island out in the sea Sold a little Thai stick a little big D Got a little discharge prematurely At least you could say it was honorably Should’ve done this and should’ve done that Should’ve been a better less difficult kid Always getting into things that are hid Could’ve said I loved you more than I did Don’t be so hard on yourself Just quote from that book off the shelf If the sky were to fal, well we gave it our all I’ll remember to call and I’ll tell you it’s alright And those were the best days I had Really ain’t got no complaint Though not a pretty picture paint Chipped and peeling middle class Suburban house was quaint Had the first push button phone on the block That was pretty neat Formica countertop Bumper pool table, pair of red chandeliers Rabbit ear color TV picture was clear Could’ve been better could’ve been worse Could’ve been a blessing, could be a curse I could’ve said I love you more than I did Could have meant it more and been a better kid Just want to say that I’m grateful I know that you had your plate full If the sky were to fall, drop the bomb on us all I’ll remember to call and I’ll tell you it’s alright And those were the best days I had

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released September 14, 2007

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Terry Eason Saint Paul, Minnesota

Guitar shredder, songwriter, recording artist, improviser. First thought, best thought, but I don’t know I might want to think about it.

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