My Creepy Old Haunts
words and music by Drew Norman

the memory of that old face, makes me do a double take
is that him or a forgotten friend, lord I don't know I'm drunk again
what would possibly make me want to transgress here again?.... again?
my creepy old haunts
take me back to visions trust
what happened here that was so profound?
what happened here that was a bust?
I'd rather be up on that stage, then sittin' here enraged
Karaoke has stolen me, and held my soul ransom
Um bop Um bop Um bop, Hanson Hanson Hanson..... Hanson?

what happened here that was untrust?
my bar tab looks like a Keno score, or a game of cricket in the morgue
I did my laundry in Hollywood, looked right over and there Don Henly stood
I'd rather be at 'Red's Recovery Room', smack dab outside Sebastopol ......California that is
what happened here left me disgusted

Night Wind
words and music by the Dorsey brothers
arrangement by Drew Norman

Help was blown away by the night wind
and the dreams we shared fell apart
Now I'm all alone in the night wind
wind that brought the blues to my heart
Yesterday my arms were around you
and your lips revealed you were mine
then the angry wind came and found you
came to end a moment behind
O' that night wind, seemed to haunt me
seemed to taunt me

Fake Mushrooms
words and music by Drew Norman

I slept on roaches and broken glass
Scraped a melon to the limit to the rhine at last
I soon was pigeoned by a plastic yuppie
Too scruffy & yucky & ugly to walk her new puppy
Hit the fest with 15 bottles of wine, one can of tuna,
one can of peas and a cheap-ass shoe-shine

Cheap-ass shoe shine

I hadn't looked up, before I really crashed
The moon was glistening and fully full
I could the pull and my skull tingled
Listenin' to the sounds, layers of ecstasy
A girl from the deep south screamed in animal tones
Her sex filled voids, alarming and true
Then 'neath the turfed up grass fake mushrooms grew
ya they grew
I had to look up, before I really crashed
Really look up and realize the draft- that's flowin' and drifting away

Second Line
words and music by Drew Norman

When will they smile again?
and let their hair fall all around
around this town, it's hard, to know
If any one is grounded
they don't show that they're proud
It's easy to see how they've confined
to a point
O' that city's callin' me
I feel that's where I'm suppose to be
when will they trip again? and let they're souls come out in town
the colored lights are frozen now
If old dreams die young
who will carry on this march?
they've failed, to take, this line
to heart
The brass marchers started in on the second line
I'm to frail to feel, like I've been left behind

Weary Friend
words and music by Drew Norman

when I talked about it, no-one told me what to say
and when I spoke to them they, spit on me instead
I said, " hey, that ain't cool" and consoled my weary plight
If I looked into the night- I'd feel consoled
If no-one told me what to say
Braindead junkies all sound the same
braindead junkies are all that remain
when it became real darkness, friends of mine were gettin' lost
so lost it was hard to call 'um friends, then sadness drifted in
I knew then "my stomach was turnin" and consoled my weary friend
If I looked like I'd pretend to feel consoled
and nothin' took my friends away