Album:
Eastertown (2004)
official release: November

Key of D minor

All inst/ vox:
Rod Webber

Rod Webber's 23 Suicide Note

Got it all, pretty girl, fancy car and good looks
I've lead the life that you only read in books

I've seen the signs, between the lines
I can see I'm just doin time
I can't wait to die
I can't wait to die
No not a minute, not another minute
No I can't wait to die
I can't wait to die

I'm a leach, get me high, suck you dry, look at me
I've done the things that I swear you never seen.

I've seen the signs, between the lines
I can see I'm just doin time
I can't wait to die
I can't wait to die
No not a minute, not another minute
No I can't wait to die
I can't wait to die

Can't wait to die
Can't wait to die
Can't wait to die
Can't wait to die

Album:
Eastertown (2004)
official release: November

Key of A

Drums: Peter Philis
Electric Guitar: Jim Papastathis
Acoustic Guitar/ Electric Guitar/ Bass/ Vox:
Rod Webber

Syd Barrett Blues

And of the prophets, all their infantile bleeding
the nurse-maids are milking the milking-bee queen
i'll be your looking glass lover, if you swear there's no other
look into your heart and see all things as a child

Syd Barrett sees spiders in doorways
musical toadstools, he's making milkweed caterpillar
syd barrett sees futurist dogwood
lyrical cobwebs, he's making Neptune hurdy gurdy

i see the future and the sparrows are knighted
your laughter-song sight-full, June wedding sunshine
your friends will be jealous when the gnomes come to tell us
look into your heart and see all things as a child

Syd Barrett sees spiders in doorways
musical toadstools, he's making milkweed caterpillar
syd barrett sees futurist dogwood
lyrical cobwebs, he's making Neptune hurdy gurdy

see tangerine heat
look into my soul
for dark is the nile
drinking dandelion wine

Syd Barrett sees spiders in doorways
musical toadstools, he's making milkweed caterpillar
syd barrett sees futurist dogwood
lyrical cobwebs, he's making Neptune hurdy gurdy

Original Release:
Goodbye (2003)

Key of G

All inst/ vox:
Rod Webber

Bang

Yeah, I almost died of hesitation,
yeah my frustration's reached the boiling point
yeah i need a cigarette so I can think
cuz my frustration's reached the boiling point

no there's not much more that I can do,
no there's not more that I can say
bang chikka chikka chikka
bang chikka chikka chikka
bang chikka bangin my head on the wall

sitting there at the bus station
yeah my frustration's reached the boiling point
no I wouldn't mind a swift blow to the skull
yeah my frustration's reached the boiling point

no there's not much more that I can do,
no there's not more that I can say
bang chikka chikka chikka
bang chikka chikka chikka
bang chikka bangin my head on the wall

Original Release:
Satan & Me (2001)

Key of F

High Vocal:
Andrea Michael

Bass:
Parker Ramsey

Remainder:
Rod Webber

Four Dopes.

Hirohito's a cad, Malkovich is my dad.
If its not sewn in velvet, well it must be a fad.
Dearest Elvis he can hear me, though I'm only a tree--
If I fell in the woods well he'd get to his knees?
Through the tawdry sheen,
like a recurrent dream gnawing on my psyche,
he stank of aquavelva, and a Special-Ed. prom queen.

Dikka doo dikka doo,
doo doo doo doo doo,
dikka doo dikka doo doo doo.

Slimming in that hat, I'm jonesing for fat--
yeah, how'd you get yourself into any of that?
Cruising round for cheap thrills, tiny yellow hell pills --
wash it all down with a mouthfull of old swill.
In the wake of blue, she was dressed but in shoes -
gnawing on my finger///
if only mother knew/// Better ditch the goats head stew.

Dikka doo dikka doo,
doo doo doo doo doo,
dikka doo dikka doo doo doo.

She's the cream of the kill, away put your dill--
Your boogie nights are numbered, and your over the hill.
The neighbors have been pouting that your cranking No Doubt,
and I'd have to say I'm with 'em, cuz you're creeping me out.
Through the tawdry fuzz, like a recurrent buzz
gnawing on my psyche,
they'll burn you just because-- Cant say just who you was.

Dikka doo dikka doo,
doo doo doo doo doo,
dikka doo dikka doo doo doo.

Original Release:
Goodbye (2003)

Key of B flat

Backing Vocal:
Garth Donovan

Remainder:
Rod Webber

Yeah

things have been so miserable, I'm just happy to be alive,
but its finally turnin around and I'm glad I didn't take a dive
I'm so high on life I feel like I'm walkin on sunshine
everything's goin pretty good, I think I'll be just fine

I say yeah, I say yeah
I say yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah
I say yeah, I say yeah
I say yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah

I'm so glad that I got out, because in just brought me down
but its finally lookin up, I think that things have turned around
I'm a ball of smiles, like gomer pyle, yeah I think I see the light
everything's goin pretty good, I think I'll be alright

I say yeah, I say yeah
I say yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah
I say yeah, I say yeah
I say yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah

Original Release:
The You I Knew (2002)

Key of F

Special Thanks:
Steryl Jones

All inst/ vox:
Rod Webber

Blue Hour.

The bastard moaned with girlish glee- Wondering how he would crush me
Wandering round in NYC-Muttering my eulogy
Man-whore child of money hag-Cursing while the evening sags
Confident he'll make the tag,the double Cs are in the bag.

Its been a blue hour, a long blue hour, But soon the lights will fade
Its been a blue hour, a long blue hour, But soon the lights will fade

Cocaine Sue gives her regards, she's building a new house of cards
On Tuesday night if you're around, she'd be pleased if you go knock her down
She says she's feeling life's a strain, its easier all down the drain
So do your thing and stoke her pain, I'll be drowning in the rain

Its been a blue hour, a long blue hour, But soon the lights will fade
Its been a blue hour, a long blue hour, But soon the lights will fade

Amidst the fray and mass confusion, Ambling Ann came to the conclusion
Her libido needed an infusion, and thus indulged her strange delusions
Urgent Abe he jumped on his bike, and bashed her skull in, that's just the way he's like.
Now the angel of death is riding stag, he's keeping Ambling's pretty head in a bag
I've given up, that's all I've got, my sheets are stained, my brain is shot
Urgent Abe he still walks the streets, there's plenty more of that fresh meat.
Like a dead-end widow on Halloween, I doused myself in gasoline.
The walking dead are wistful, but still beguiling; I wish that once I'd wake up smiling.

Its been a blue hour, a long blue hour, But soon the lights will fade
Its been a blue hour, a long blue hour, But soon the lights will fade

Original Release:
Til Morning Comes (2000)

Key of E minor

This particular version of the song taken from: Folk Songs (2001)

piano/ vox:
Rod Webber

In The Know

all I EverWanted,was4.U2.C.me
I KnowIT.must.B.hard,cuz.there's.not.much.2.c
I.would.chewmyarmoff,ifit'd.setmyskin..aglow
you&I.together,whenthelightsturnedlow

yeahIwantsobad,IwantsobadforYOUtoseeme.
YEAHIWANTSOBAD,IWANTSOBAD,IWANTSOBADTOFORYOU,TOSEEME.

AllIeverwanted,was2Bintheknow,
alltheyevertoldme,waswhereIcould.go
ButHell.just.wouldn'tBeMe,,,,cuzI'm.tooWELLCOIFFED
seemsthatdoesn'tmattertheystillscornandtheystillscoff

YEAHIWANTSOBAD,IWANTSOBAD,IWANTSOBADTOBE,TOBEINTHEKNOW
YEAHIWANTSOBAD,IWANTSOBAD,IWANTSOBADTOBE,TOBEINTHEKNOW

well well , youjustcant'tell.
well, well, iguessigotleftbehind.
well well,youjustcant'tell.
wishicouldsayididn'tmind

YEAHIWANTSOBAD,IWANTSOBAD,IWANTSOBADTOBE,TOBEINTHEKNOW
YEAHIWANTSOBAD,IWANTSOBAD,IWANTSOBADTOBE,TOBEINTHEKNOW

Original Release:
The You I Knew (2002)

Key of B

Spoken Vocal:
Sylvia Mann

Remainder:
Rod Webber

Who Needs Love?

had hoped it was love, but i guess it was sex,
how she loved me still has me vexed
Kenny Rogers always knew when to fold his hand
but I'm a four time loser, you shouldn't love that kind of man
if things did turn around- which woulda been disarming-
we'da still been doomed, cuz i aint no prince charming
it wasn't s'posed to be this way -just wish she'd hold my hand
but I'm a four time loser, you shouldn't love that kind of man

WHO NEEDS LOVE, when you've got rock n roll -yeah
turn it up, and numb your worthless soul- well
I need love, like i need air to breathe -but
I'm a dud, so I just spin CDs yeah

forget it Rod, don't you wanna be loved
you seem happy to sweep your woes under the rug
If I got a rug, maybe that'd give me the balls
to pick up the phone and give her a call
i wish i wasn't a coward, i wish i had class
i wish i wasn't home just pickin my ass
i'm so confused, i just wish she'd hold my hand
but I'm a four time loser, you shouldn't love that kind of man

WHO NEEDS LOVE, when you've got rock n roll -yeah
turn it up, and numb your worthless soul- well
I need love, like i need air to breathe -but
I'm a dud, so I just spin CDs yeah

had hoped it was love, but i guess it was sex,
how she loved me still has me vexed
Kenny Rogers always knew when to fold his hand
but I'm a four time loser, you shouldn't love that kind of man

WHO NEEDS LOVE, when you've got rock n roll -yeah
turn it up, and numb your worthless soul- well
I need love, like i need air to breathe -but
I'm a dud, so I just spin CDs yeah

Original Release:
Satan & Me (2001)

Key of C

High Vocal:
Andrea Michael

Remainder:
Rod Webber

Humiliation Simmers

Humilation simmers on the back of the stove,
like teenage virgin lovers in the coconut grove.
Repressed I have a purpose- like a basket of warm eggs,
like Cheech & Chong in Reno with newly shaven legs.
After absences of malice and cold fronts of bliss,
I've wrapped myself in moist towel-ettes awaiting your kiss.
The things you did once irked me, so often they besmirched me
though my eyes we're crusted over- hypnotized by hurdy-gurdy.
Those lips are mighty perty

And though my dorsal fin--- vestigial and strange,
renders me inhuman--unfit to roam the plane.
He ain't not have called me "fat girl," thus I smote his sacred cow.
It was child-ish yes I will admit, but I'm over all that now.

By the glass bowl full of faces that I keep by the door,
she poked me in the eye, cuz I'm sometimes a whore.
Feeling pensive, staying home-- all alone in the dark,
I judge myself unworthy--at the cars I do bark.
Surprised by my actions I check my self in
at McLean's down the street cuz I'm looking pretty thin.
Out of maggots, pissing steam, skating on the thin ice,
my glutton fried mushball turned out to be lice.
I told you once, don't make me say twice.

Arthur C. Clarke controls our every thought--
He's been programmed by the government to teach us what we're taught.
I know my dorsal fin--- vestigial and strange \
renders me in-human--but I sware I'm not insane.

la la la la

Original Release:
The You I Knew (2002)

Key of A

All inst/ vox:
Rod Webber

Love To Kick You

Michael hailed from harlem nyc
let him get way way too close to me
michael michael motorcycle
don't you come round here dear michael
cant you see, I'm feelin down

he sang
boom dikka dikka dikka, boom dikka dikka dikka,
love to kick you when you're down
boom dikka dikka dikka, boom dikka dikka dikka,
kick you round the whole damn town

Lucy hangs in all the hippest dives
kills herself so she can feel alive
lucy, lucy, wet and juicydon't you come round here sweet lucy
cant you see, I'm feelin down

he sang
boom dikka dikka dikka, boom dikka dikka dikka,
love to kick you when you're down
boom dikka dikka dikka, boom dikka dikka dikka,
kick you round the whole damn town

People stood and watched in disbeleif
stayed in bed to try to mask their greif
in the church, up in the steeple
sobbed the broken-hearted people
cant you see, they're feelin down

they sang
boom dikka dikka dikka, boom dikka dikka dikka,
come and kick us, while we're down
boom dikka dikka dikka, boom dikka dikka dikka,
kick us round the whole damn town

Original Release:
Folk Songs (2001)

Key of A minor

All inst/ vox:
Rod Webber

The Man With No Name.

I've come to tell the story of a man you've never met,
a man who has no scruples or an inkling of regret.
He was born into great affluence, but his sister loved him not
so he forced himself upon her and since that day his heart just rots.

No they dare not speak his name,
for they feared they'd die the same,
bloody, beaten, sodomized, suffocated muffled cries-
at the hands of the man with no name.

On his fifteenth birthday well he stood up to his Ma.
He showed her what he thought of her, then beat his poor ol' Pa.
Days went by before the neighbors smelled death in the wind,
but they never found the bastard who had made beef stew of his kin.

No they dare not speak his name,
for they feared they'd die the same,
bloody, beaten, sodomized, suffocated muffled cries-
at the hands of the man with no name.

Listen good- I'm tellin you, this man aint no campfire tale.
He's been spotted in the Hamptons, raped the host at Chippendale's.
He moved down south to get away, lunched on Cousin Dell.
They shot him dead in Texas, but they wouldn't take him down in hell.

No they dare not speak his name,
for they feared they'd die the same,
bloody, beaten, sodomized, suffocated muffled cries-
at the hands of the man with no name.

at the hands of the man with no name.

Album:
Eastertown (2004)
official release: November

Key of C

All inst/ vox:
Rod Webber

So Happy

Down the beaten road apiece, I ran into Jason and his Golden Fleece
he was fleeing from a flock of geese, oh my oh my
I stopped at off the pink café,Where you were serving up a crème brule
I didn't have a thing to say, But you still smiled

I'm so happy, doo doo doo
I'm so happy, doo doo doo
I'm so happy, just to see you smile

I wandered back to Easter Town, Where the Jack of Hearts was dealing frowns
I couldn't help but feel a clown, So I paced a while
When I finally wore the carpet through, It came to me what I should do
I had to find a way to you, But I was shy

I'm so happy, doo doo doo
I'm so happy, doo doo doo
I'm so happy, just to feel nervous about you.

I gave up and started home, Thinking I'd spend the night alone
When a martian handed me a phone, He said, "will you accept the charge?"
I said "yes," you said "hello." You said, "where the hell you go?"
I said, "I don't rightly know." You said, "didn't you see my smile,
why don't you stay with me a while?"

I'm so happy, doo doo doo
I'm so happy, doo doo doo
I'm so happy, just to feel nervous about you.