I Don't Know About All That (M. McDonald)

There's fire on the pavement restless souls are lighting matches
That much I can see
Anchormen and candidates and prostitutes are always influencing me
And though I'm standing over here
That distant sound reaches my ears
Tempts my comprehension and my sight with no lines
To read between

But I don't know about all that
Don't even keep it with me
And even if I come in last I know you'll be around me
It doesn't take an overdose you just have to brush my face
You're what I want to do the most I would go any place

There's hostages, there's world war three fulfilling biblical prophecy
I just don't know
Playing on the corner breaks the law the cops come tell me that I gotta go
And I have spent a night in jail
In sleep I've seen the gates of hell
God in all His glory forgot to do something about the litter on the streets

It's a roller coaster ride
If there's no handle clutch the sides
The carnival master has a ball
He catches your coins as they fall

© 1987 Stony Plain Music and Spittoon Songs

In Contempt of Me (M. McDonald)

Don't talk so desperate baby, don't start to cry
I know that sound so well and it's terrifying
And it echoes in my mind
You don't disturb me baby don't think you do
Although sometimes I may not show it but I've met
A lot of other guys like you

(Chorus)
You don't know what I'm like inside
I'm sure there's some better business for you to mind

I'd be delighted baby to let it lie
It's too redundant to be believed and it gets more stupid
Each and every time
And don't get excited baby this ain't hardcore
About a hundred thousand times in your own words
I'm nothing but a bore

(Chorus)

Don't talk pathetic baby don't talk at all
It's not like I really care and I don't notice
The telephone at all
Live how you want to baby go ahead and die
You've been buried a lot already and it happens
Every time you lie

And now we're at the breakdown of the cost
Maybe on paper I'm the one who lost
You don't have time to be in contempt of me

© 1989 Stony Plain Music and Spittoon Songs

Don't Let Her Know (M. McDonald)

I can remain faithful to the thought that I'm disgraceful
When I look in my eyes
My heart wears emperor's clothes I'm carrying a dead rose
Not much of a surprise

Cuz I've always loved you
And I've been careful not to let you know

I've got memories akin to specters I don't know how I expected
To live my life alone
One step forward two steps back again
I got a problem defining a friend
I've got nothing written in stone

I've got things to think about I'll do it by myself
I'm the one who built this prison to share with no one else
I can think of better things and better times with you
But I am too deep into this I don't know what to do

I was the one to walk out don't know what i was thinking about
And now the damage is done
I've had some time to think and instead I had a drink
Well you are still the one

© 1989 Stony Plain Music and Spittoon Songs

Third Most Stupidest Guy (M. McDonald)

I was leaving in a hurry I was leaving in a lurch
Cuz I thought I found the answer when I fell outside the church
The cops were busting smokers the stars were all in line
I asked about your problem they said you're feeling fine
I wondered why I was racing will I make win place or show
Man, I have got to be the third most stupidest guy you know

Cuz the world was slowing down a bit and I took a wrong turn
Don't invite me drinking cuz I've got too much to learn
Tied up all my loose ends I tied them up real tight
I tried crossing the highway without looking left or right
And then my baby left me why I'll never know
I have got to be the third most stupidest guy you know

Hung out with a whirling dervish and I spent a night in jail
With no belt and no shoelaces just a slab and a metal pail
My cellmate was a student studying to be a shrink
I said, "What you do to get in here?" He said, "For a crime I think"
I gave him a problem with the converations flow
Now he thinks I've got to be the third most stupidest guy he knows

Then I got caught in a rain shower lots of water pouring down
I spied a crying lady in a spoiled wedding gown
She was looking for a shoulder she gave me the keys to her Honda
She said I reminded her of some guy named Henry Fonda
At the very next red light I said I have to go
I have got to be the third most stupidest guy you know

© 1990 Stony Plain Music and Spittoon Songs

Obituary for a Fugitive (M. McDonald)

The wind wipes the traces off the road
And only flowers remain
The dust oh the dust it just comes and goes
But it gets in your eyes all the same
Sometimes one can't walk the road alone
You see a million faces by and by
Some memories fade away, others are put to stone
Like the foundation of the reality they defy

Looks like two more footprints disappeared
Life and death are really weird

This is the story of my old friend Fred
At least the part that ain't been told
He used to be alive but now he's dead
And his deed is gonna be with me 'til I'm old
No ambition, no incentive, no opinion
He had nothing but himself
To me he was no hero to himself he wasn't either
He had a problem but he didn't want no help

He didn't tell no one he just painted his picture
All across his bedroom wall
He didn't even stick around to hear anybody's lectures
What a shitty way to end it all

© 1983 Stony Plain Music and Spittoon Songs

The Bachelor Suite (M. McDonald)

It's the dumbest of stupid and I'm so irate
How many times can I make this mistake
I've ben carrying this thing around
And it's dragging me into the ground
Don't ask me anything profound
I just want to get pissed

You're stuck in my head why don't you get the fuck out
And take your memories with you Goddamn you get out
This is only a bachelor suite
And anyways it's not all that neat
And one of us has to admit defeat
Me, I'm going to the bar

I got an idea I'll leave through the back door
You don't have to show me I've been here before
There's a lesson to be learned I assume
Somewhere in this small fucking room
Don't stand there holding a broom
I might miss last call

© 1986 Stony Plain Music and Spittoon Songs

Poet's Highway (M. McDonald)

Well the world zips by with abrupt key changes
It flies apart and rearranges
Like a spider on the wall I get around
But man I'd love to see you in my hometown
Walking up my street with your cadence that's unique
Overshadow innocence with knowledge
The kind you don't pick up at college

All my rhyme schemes don't work sometimes
But you talk in poetry and you know that moves me
I'm so far down some poet's highway
And I am missing you I hope you're missing me too

Well boyish charm don't cut it no more
I got the devil knocking on my front door
I got a pregnant mind and I'm in labor
It may be a breach don't you do me no favors
There's a thought in there for you
And if you don't know what to do
Send your box tops in care of me
And if you come to the gig I'll let you in free

I've been up and down a busted ladder
It's broken and insane and I am madder
I've been through the valley of the shadow of death
Got to the other side only to find another test
But I'll bet you passed it too
If not I'll help you through
Coffee and cigarettes let's talk shop
We don't need emotional traffic cops

© 1989 Stony Plain Music and Spittoon Songs

Tin Can (M. McDonald)

I was sitting on the couch at the bar admission party
I was worried if I was doing anything that you would think was arty
So I gauged my conversation I put myself in your place
It seemed like a bank you know I was trying to save my face

I guess I'm the customer and you are the manager
You count the interest you count the days
Cuz it's inside your office where you keep your calendar

You came right out from left field you caught me on my blind side
You blamed me cuz I never ever thought of committing suicide
You brought in the steamroller and you tried to bury me
Now you're limping from the weight of it where do you get your ecstasy

You put the writing on the wall I helped you pick the colors
You laugh when I get discipline even right in front of my mother
Well the curtains in your bedroom have never really been parted
We're moving really fast now just look at what you started

I listened to your music you know I listened very well
I listened to everything that you wanted to tell
We been through many hard roads nothing to take serious
I was with you when you were losing, you were with me when I was delirious

We made our reservations and we bought our tickets
We set up the tin can which one of us is gonna kick it
We're moving like a freight train, we're solid as a broken pickup truck
I don't want to say goodbye you don't want to wish me luck

© 1987 Stony Plain Music and Spittoon Songs

Akit's Hill (S. Loree)

She's an old machine, worn and bent
With the paint scratched off in an accidental dent
Driving down the wrong side of the road
With bad brakes and heavy load
It's dark with the lights off
Radio on and our fingers crossed
It's a coin toss

Half a mile from Johnson's Mill
At the top of Akit's Hill

The other with an accent and flashy dashboard
I've never seen one of those before
Coming up the far side of the hill
We're at the top hanging around
Looking out at the lake and the stars
There's ice and fire and the sound of braking tires
It's a crossfire

There was nothing I could do
And I knew that he knew it too
I could see it when he turned the wheel
There is nothing I can say
About Akit's Hill at the end of that day
There is nothing I could swear was true

© 1990 Stony Plain Music and Spittoon Songs

The Cliché Song (M. McDonald)

I'm feeling shitty cuz you're so pretty
And I know that when I phone you you will not be home
Where I want you to be
Don't be so cruel to me
Don't keep me wondering if I'm right or I'm dumb

Cuz I know that's just you
And I know you're gonna do
Whatever you want to yeah

I'm so lonely I want you only
And every other cliche that I can think of

Can't help but figure that something lingers
There's something in your presence that's residual
And I kind of like that come watch me feed my cat
You make common occurrence seem so sensual

So no love letters, something better
Every other cliche that I can think of

© 1988 Stony Plain Music and Spittoon Songs

Radio Sussy (E. Dobek)

All I want is what you give to me you're all I need
All I want is what you give to me you're all I need

All I see is what you show to me you're all I need
All I hear is what you say to me you're all I need

I just wanna stay here I don't wanna go
Lie around your bedroom listen to your radio
I just wanna stay here I don't wanna go man
I don't need a reason for another bad show man
I don't have the money to pay another toll man
I just wanna stay here I don't wanna go

© 1987 Stony Plain Music and Spittoon Songs

Sleep With a Stranger (D.M. Brown)

My thoughts are getting clearer
And I know the time is near
But I don't know just what I'm gonna say
'Cause we've been best of friends now
Since God I don't know when
And I'm scared to death of throwing it away

(Chorus)
You'd rather sleep with a stranger
Than make love to a friend
You say a friendship's sacred
You don't want to see it end
And I try so hard to fool myself, when I know you're right
And I wish I was a stranger tonight

Just thinking 'bout the times we spend
Together me and you
You know how much I really care
So I search your eyes for some small sign
You're feeling like I do
But I can't seem to find it anywhere

I'm seeing you tonight
Just like I have a thousand times
We'll sit back, we'll talk and have a few
We'll tell the same old stories
And laugh the same old way
And like always I'll fall in love with you

© 1986 Stony Plain Music and Spittoon Songs

Faust (E. Dobek)

Senator called me, asked me to sign a contract in blood
This thought appalled me, so I slung his name in the mud
Talking like the Ed Sullivan you think you are
Sign a contract, we'll make you into a superstar
I was hooked on you, I was lost on you
Now I'm not anymore

Anthony Fulmes used to be my only friend
And Vic Gailliunas was a jerk to the living end
Talking like the Ed Sullivan he thinks he is
Signs a contract now he thinks he's Mr. Showbiz
I was hooked on you, I was Faust on you
Now I'm not anymore
I saw someone dark and evil
Take my hand Lord
I don't love him anymore

© 1989 Stony Plain Music and Spittoon Songs

I Don't Need That Anymore (M. McDonald)

There was a time I'd scream and yell
Now I just hold my ground and that is just as well
It ain't worth it to raise my voice
I could protest or shut up please respect my choice

I put too much time into thinking
Too much time on a limb
A lot of days I spent drinking
And doing things on a whim,
But I don't need that anymore

There was a time I could live on just rice
But now that's too frugal to stand up to my vice
We'd go running through dark graveyards
Now the running is over I got a new deck of cards

I'm not getting older and I'm not settled down
And I still don't let the man push me around
There's a time and a place for new fronts and new plans
There's a time and a place to do whatever you can

© 1988 Stony Plain Music and Spittoon Songs

• Dave "Dove" Brown (bass, vocals)
• Steve Loree (guitars, vocals)
• Mike McDonald (guitars, vocals)
• Ford MacGroover von Pier (keyboards, vocals)
• Ed (Sparky the Happy Troll) Dobek (drums, vocals)

...guest starring Lance Loree, Ian Martin, Bill Henderson, and Bernice Pelletier