Trapped on the Wheel 02/15/08 - NMB I’m up in the day And I sleep through the night I eat on the go And I work through the heights Of the hours that separate Night from the day I’ve never seen noon Or the games people play But my boss always knows If I’m late for the show If I’m talking to fast Or I’m working to slow... Oh there’s never an end To this cycle I’m in Cause I’m trapped on the wheel From beginning to end And how many times Have I punched in my card Or been punched out for taking Things way way too far You’d think I’d have learned From mistakes I have made But somehow I forget them The very next day And my girlfriend will kill me If I ever stray But my boyfriend don’t care Cause he knows that I’m gay.... Oh there’s never an end To this cycle I’m in Cause I’m trapped on the wheel From beginning to end And my friends warm me Heroin will kill my brain Then they tell me oxycontin Will help keep me sane But it doesn’t mix well With the speed or dalmane That I shoot up and snort With the crack I obtain From the people who sell me Drugs out on the street Where you’re only as good as The money you bleed.... Oh there’s never an end To this cycle I’m in Cause I’m trapped on the wheel From beginning to end And maybe one day I’ll get hold of my brain And decide if I want to Be sane or insane But until then I will Continue to complain About things that I cannot Control or explain Cause there’s nothing to lose If you don’t take a chance And there’s nothing to gain If you don’t dance their dance.... Oh there’s never an end To this cycle I’m in Cause I’m trapped on the wheel From beginning to end Oh there’s never an end To this cycle I’m in Cause I’m trapped on the wheel The wheel Again chords: 46.57 - 46.57.67 (2x) 45.54.65 - 45.54 (2x) 46.57 - 46.57.67 (2x) 49.57.68 - 21.32.62 32.44.54 - 47.56.67 (punch 18.28) end: 37.46.57 (E) copyright 2008 Robert Ben Mitchell, all rights reserved.

Dear Churchill (#305) 12/24/12 - FtLd Staring down the barrel line I have only just begun To figure out that None of this is going any, any Where will you take me now that I realize that none of this Is what I really, really Really, really, really want to say Dear Mary have you been Dear Joseph what’s a sin And does it really matter If I live or die And Dear Churchill history Is just one more god dam thing After another and another And another and one more Dear Einstein you’re the bomb You blow away the Dali-Lama And his karma Given karma’s gravity But Dear Churchill history Is just one more god dam thing After another and another And another and one more Dear Adolf you’re the one Who said everyone grab a gun And now we’re still paying For all of your mistakes So Dear Churchill history Is just one more god dam thing After another and another And another and one more Dear Teresa you’re the mom Everyone’s underneath your arms And when you fly You leave us here to carry on Yet Dear Churchill history Is just one more god dam thing After another and another And another and one more Dear Obama what’s the harm in Doing what you want to do Unscrew all the republic screws So we can stand and breathe at ease With Mr Churchill’s history It’s just one more god dam thing After another and another And another and one more So Staring down the barrel line I have only just begun To figure out that None of this is going anywhere chords: 52 - 63.52 - 23.42 - 42.53 52 - 63.52 - 23.42 - 13.42.53 16.55.63 - 37.45.57 - 23.42 - 13.42.53 16.55.63 - 37.45.57 - 42.53 copyright 2012 Robert Ben Mitchell, all rights reserved.

Hell No Holiday 04/23/12 - FtLd Send me down a shaft Put me far away Put me in the dark And make me slave away But I’m not gonna stay there There’s so much I can take Working 24-7 Without a goddam break So watch your baby, watch you back Watch me escape I’m getting outta here On a hell no holiday I’m swinging through the ballroom I’m swinging through my brain I’m swinging through the hallways Watch me go insane As I’m swinging in the fire I’m swinging through the flames On a hell no, hell no Hell no holiday Pull the ripcord Shoot me into space Pour out more little pills I’ll evaporate But I’m not gonna stay there My soul’s no mistake You can wish that I was no where Til you choke on your own breath So keep you prays and keep you stash And I’ll keep on my way Cause I’m getting outta here On a hell no holiday I’m swinging through the ballroom.... Talk to jesus Hanging on the cross Talk to buddha Tell em everything you lost Then he’ll laugh at you for thinking life Was more than just a game Cause no matter how you roll the dice It all turns out the same So play your hand and play your cards As you dance upon that stage On a hell no, hell no Hell no holiday I’m swinging through the ballroom.... intro: 35.46.57 - 37.46.55 (4x) verse: 35.46.57 - 37.46.55 (2x) 39.48.57 - 38.47.56 35.46.57 - 37.46.55 37.48.59 - 36.47.58 - 37.46.55 chorus: 210.411.59 - 28.49.57 (2x) 312.411.510 - 311.410.59 39.48.57 - 38.47.56 inter: 35.46.57 - 37.46.55 (2x) copyright 2012 Robert Ben Mitchell, all rights reserved.

The Ballad Of Little Johnny (for Paul Michael Zisholtz) 03/28/14 - FtLd Little Johnny never Was much of a man Seems things he wanted Never much wanted him So he ended up on the side Like so many of his friends Little Johnny lived On the corner 4th and main In a three story walk up With no running water only rain That dripped in through the ceiling Into a pan And all the little monsters Run away in the day Yeah all the little monsters Run away Big Fred said Little Johnny Don’t you ever wanna score Make something of yourself Yeah make something more Than this dead life That you’re living in Little Johnny winked So he and Big Fred Walked down to banker’s row Then up old cobbler’s lane To a door with no handle just a lock But Big Fred got in And there was more gold Silver, jewelry Than anyone could ever want Or really ever need And they were stuffing it in bags Just stuffing it in And all the little monsters.... And everything was cool Yeah everything was right When suddenly a siren Pierced through the night That’s when Big Fred smashed Little Johnny in the chin He said someone’s gonna win And someone’s gonna lose And someone’s gotta give And someone’s gotta choose Then he took the loot And locked Little Johnny in And all the little monsters.... But Little Johnny had A 22 in his coat And when he finally took it out He was just about To shoot a hole in that door When the police came in the other way And Little Johnny turned To face them like a man But he still had That 22 in his hand And that was the last mistake He ever made And all the little monsters.... (2x) verse: 39.49.57 - 49.57.68 47.56.67 - 45.54.65 chorus: 33.42.53 - 32.41.52 - Em - 35.45.53 33.42.53 - 32.41.52 - Em - 28.49.57 end: 49.57.68 - 47.56.67 28.49.57 - 45.54.65 49.57.68 - 47.56.67 - 28.49.57 (rolling pick) copyright 2014 Robert Ben Mitchell, all rights reserved.

It’s a Fucked-up World of Recognition 1/27/15 - NMB It’s a fucked-up world of recognition And no one can tell you for sure If you look too hard for answers I’m sure you will find them absurd And the bus driver tells you go fuck yourself Cause Clemens Street lies beyond Main And if you want someone to talk to There’s no one here but the insane The people scurry round just like spiders As the meter maids go out on strike And the bullets that fly all around you Are just the sound track to your life So tell me no lies and I’ll tell you no truths For reality lies far from here Just take off your shoes and try to walk home Or better yet pay the bus fare And the man behind the counter don’t work there And your shopping cart won’t turn that way And if you think everything’s as it should be Then perhaps the straight people are gay So when your school has a reunion Ten years after you ran away Don’t ask if the sailors come back from the sea Cause you know they just want to escape And the poor scare you more than the wealthy Even though they have nothing to say For all that separates you from them Is two pay checks and one or two days Sunami Sunami just like oragami Faluja Paluja and more Don’t expect anything here to make sense It’s all been here before So if you are left in confusion Tom Waits will right you for sure The hometown was never anyone’s home You can’t go back where you never were And it’s a fucked-up world of recognition It’s a fucked-up world of recognition It’s a fucked-up world of recognition God’s creation the human condition God’s creation the human God’s creation God chords: 52 - Am7 52 - Ef1 52 - Am7 52 - Ef1 E+32 - 53.63 copyright 2015 Robert Ben Mitchell, all rights reserved.

King Of Hearts 08/25/12 - FtLd Roll down the windows Get that smoke outta here Push down the pedal Push down the fear Cause it’s not how fast But how far and near You go And the queen of spades is walking And the king of hearts is dead I know Leap from a building Leap from a bridge Let go of everything That’s holding you in Cause it’s not who you know But what you did That shows And the queen of spades is talking And the king of heart is dead I know Pick up the rhythm Pick up the beat Beat up the system And the system will defeat Everything you try Cause nothing is complete Or so... they say Cause the queen of spades is laughing And the king of heart is dead I know Think of the living Living in the time Time runs so quickly And the quick are quick to find That no one has the answers To what’s burning in your mind And soul And the queen of spades is crying Cause the king of hearts is dead I know I know intro/inter: 36.45.57 - 37.49.510 39.411.512 - 312.411.512 311.49.510 - 39.411.510 (2x) verse: 311.49.510 - 39.411.510 (2x) 212.314.414 - 212.311.412 311.49.510 - 39.411.510 312.414.515 - 311.412.512 311.49.510 - 39.411.510 (2x) end: 36.47.57 copyright 2012 Robert Ben Mitchell, all rights reserved.

J. Wellington Wimpy’s Song 06/10/12 - FtLd Hey bartender Pour another round There’s just so much living That you can take without Oh giving up So just give me some more Yeah give me something good Why don’t you give me something That your mama said you never should And I’ll gladly pay tomorrow For what you give me today So just give me what I want for now And I’ll be on my way Hey hey hey Hey street walker Show me what you got Show me everything From the bottom to the top Yeah give it up So just give me some more.... Hey drug dealer What’s that in your hand Is it really something magic Or something that I can’t stand To give up So just give me some more.... verse: 15.25.35 24.34.44 35.45.55 32.41.52 Em chorus: Am7 C 24.32.44 Em Am7 24.32.44 33.22.43 32.21.42 Em copyright 2012 Robert Ben Mitchell, all rights reserved.