Esoteric Ramblings Lyrics:

There to Stay (Small Town Girl)

Written by Pat Cook © 2013 ERB Records

Her father, he's a preacher
Her mother always wears a frown
Her sister, she's a mess
Her brother's the cop in town

She knows she could do better
She knows she could get away
But she ain't goin' anywhere
She's there to stay

Her first boy he's in prison
Second one turned out gay
Third one's kinda boring
Her folks like him that way

She knows she could do better
She knows she could get away
But she ain't goin' anywhere
She's there to stay

She used to be a rock and roller
She used to want a flat downtown
She used to have wit and passion
Now she just clowns around

She knows she could do better
She knows she could get away
But she ain't goin' anywhere
She's there to stay

Creep Up Fast

Written by Pat Cook and Sara Bowersock © 2013 ERB Records

I can walk up slow
Or creep up fast
I can do it real quick
Or make it last
I can seem far away
Or right there close
I can take my fill
Or just a dose

Ah ah ah
Ooh ooh, ooh

I can hold up this
Or show for that
I can draw for more
Or just hold pat
I can think it through
Or overreact
I can keep my wits
Or completely loose track

I can walk up fast
Or creep up slow
I can do it in pinch
Or a minute ago
I can come in close
Or fade away
I can stay three months
Or just a day

Look at Me, Look at Me, Look at Me

Written by Pat Cook © 2013 ERB Records

I'm like a cat up in a tree
Look at me, look at me, look at me
I'm like a cat up in a tree
Look at me, look at me, look at me
I'm like a cat up in a tree
If I could have your attention please
Look at me, look at me, look at me

I can ride out on the runnin' board
Look at me, look at me, look at me
I can ride out on the runnin' board
Look at me, look at me, look at me
I can ride out on the runnin' board
I could die, oh good lord
Look at me, look at me, look at me

I can play guitar and do a shot
Look at me, look at me, look at me
I can play guitar and do a shot
Look at me, look at me, look at me
I can play guitar and do a shot
Baby that ain't all I got
Look at me, look at me, look at me

I got some brand new ink
Look at me, look at me, look at me
I got some brand new ink
Look at me, look at me, look at me
I got some brand new ink
Sure would like to know what you think
Look at me, look at me, look at me

I can act a fool if you take my pic
Look at me, look at me, look at me
I can act a fool if you take my pic
Look at me, look at me, look at me
I can act a fool if you take my pic
Can you post that really quick?
Look at me, look at me, look at me

I'm up here preachin' in a shinny suit
Look at me, look at me, look at me
I'm up here preachin' in a shinny suit
Look at me, look at me, look at me
I'm up here preachin' in a shinny suit
Everybody thinks I'm a fruit
Look at me, look at me, look at me

I can do a shot and play guitar
Look at me, look at me, look at me
I can do a shot and play guitar
Look at me, look at me, look at me
I can do a shot and play guitar
I'll climb right on your bar
Look at me, look at me, look at me

Slack

Written by Pat Cook © 2013 ERB Records

I don't know why you're runnin'
I've seen where you been
I see what you're headed for
You're doing it again
It didn't work before
You don't learn from mistakes
But you do what you do
No matter the stakes

Don't matter to me anymore
But somehow I can't close the door
I know I don't want you back
I know I'm all out of slack

I hear what you telling people
I see what you say
Apparently you're not concerned
If you're talking that way
You wonder why you never hear
Why they never call
Don't you get that it's you
The wrote it on the wall

The people that are leading you
Ain't looking out for you
They're thinking of themselves
That's just what they do
Always trust you mind
Follow your heart
Remember why you love
Stand up do your part

Conflicted

Written by Pat Cook © 2013 ERB Records

I don't want to feel torn
Don't want to be conflicted
Just want to have fun
Reasonably unrestricted
Don't need any doubts
Don't want any worries
I don't need and fears
Or emotion in flurries

I need you
Girl you used to be
The one I loved
The one I need to see
Need to see

I hate being lonely
Don't want to be blue
Don't need to see people
I'm unaccustomed to
Don't need distracted
Don't wanna find new
Don't need to run
Just state the truth

I don't want to get angry
Don't wanna stew
Don't wanna wear out
Worrying over you
It's gonna take some time
Maybe a lot
Forget about things
That can't be forgot

Just Maybe

Written by Pat Cook © 2013 ERB Records

Look left, hang right, stay down, up to fight
Think east, go west, head north, a south flight
Get some, give away, want it back, no way
Hold tight, let go, back for more, what to say

Maybe, you don't know what you want to do
Just maybe, you need to think it through

Rock and Roll, church boy, momma dear, new toys
Help books, magazines, hard flirt, men or boys
Quit work, move up, buy stuff, time to sell
Go indie, play the man, hang around an ink well

Maybe, you don't know what you want to do
Just maybe, you oughta think it through

TV preachers, tough guys, counselors, old friends
Take advice, blow it off, burn bridges, make amends
Happy act, cry hard, freak out, pretend to know
Focus, reminisce, oblivion, put on a show

Maybe, you don't know what you want to do
Just maybe, shoulda thought it through

The M Rag

Written by Pat Cook © 2013 ERB Records

Vegas bombs, car bombs, bomb bomb bomb
IPA's, APA's, hops in a bong
Hot shots, cold shots, shot shot shot
Tequila, whiskey, whatever you got

And tomorrow, you'll be feelin' low
And tomorrow, you'll be movin' slow
Yeah tomorrow, you'll be at your end
Tomorrow night, back again

Hot chics, cool chics, chic chic chic
Intrigued, aloof, what makes 'em tick?
Lips red, well read, red red red
Cleavage and curves, hit you like lead

And tomorrow, you just won't know
Yeah tomorrow, you'll want to take it slow
And tomorrow, you'll be thinkin' a lot
But tomorrow night, give it all you got

Fast tunes, slow tunes, tune tune tune
First set, second set, over too soon
Drum licks, bass licks, lick lick lick
Country, blues, they sure can pick

And tomorrow, you'll wanna stay home
Yeah, tomorrow you won't want to roam
Yeah tomorrow, you plan to stay in
But tomorrow night, wanna rock again

All Rise

Written by Pat Cook © 2013 ERB Records

Bigot on the corner with a homemade sign
Yellin' and tryin' to change your mind
Worried about your evil ways
Strange predictions of the end days

Alright, all rise, despise, our eyes

The girl talks of being lead
Afraid there's a demon in her head
Sees no need to make decisions
Claims no control of her situations

Alright, all rise, despise, our eyes

Up on a stage and power walkin'
All blinged out and crazy talkin'
Fraudulent counseling by design
No need to think, it'll be just fine

Alright, all rise, despise, our eyes

Knows the checkbook's in your purse
If you don't get it out she'll think the worse
Not opposed to keeping you guessing
Would prefer you buy your blessings

Alright, all rise, despise, our eyes

Limo from the compound to the airport
A private jet and a message to export
Manipulate the uneducated
Exploit their weakness, it's not complicated

Alright, all rise, despise, our eyes

Readin' books of bad advice
Dumbin' down in the name of Christ
Let your man will tell you what to do
Take another pill, it'll get you through

Alright, all rise, despise, our eyes, all rise, all rise

Cool Front

Written by Pat Cook © 2013 ERB Records

I've been waiting on a cool front
Not getting much done
Readin' a little
Writin' none
Need to mow my yard
And wash some clothes
I'm waiting on a cool front
Have to see how it goes

I've been waiting on a cool front
I hope its close
Just a few drops of rain
Wash away the dust
Like to feel a cool breeze
Straight out of the north
I'm waiting on a cool front
I'll be out on the porch

I've been waiting on a cool front
Sick of the sweat
Sick of the burn
On my arms and neck
Like to see some cloud cover
To shade my pain
I'm waiting on a cool front
Tryin' to stay sane

I've been waiting on a cool front
It's almost here
The sound of thunder
Sweet to my ear
It's been way too hot
For way to long
I'm waiting on a cool front
I can't go wrong
I'm waiting on a cool front
I'll be out on my lawn

Pickin' Frownin' and Yellin'

Written by Pat Cook © 2013 ERB Records

I'm pickin', frownin', and yellin'
I'm Pickin', frownin', and yellin'

I roll in to town in the Chevrolet
Load in the bar where I gotta play
They pour a pint of harp, I get it in tune
I'm pretty much shot 'til tomorrow noon

I'm pickin', frownin', and yellin'
I'm Pickin', frownin', and yellin'

I go out of town just to get away
Back to the country where I used to stay
Friends come over, we get lit up
I'm carryin' on like I was a pup

I'm pickin', frownin', and yellin'
I'm Pickin', frownin', and yellin'

Wish You Well

Written by Pat Cook © 2013 ERB Records

I'd like to tell you
'cause I know you well
What you're doin'
Won't send you to hell
You're a good kid
And it's not your fault
The war you're wagin'
Is hard fought

I'd like to tell you
Just what I think
I have no access
You won't let me speak
You push it down
And you'll never tell
I can't help you
But I do wish you well

Christian in Vegas

Written by Pat Cook © 2013 ERB Records

It's a Christian in Vegas
Living the excess
It's a Christian in Vegas
Why settle for less
It's a Christian in Vegas
Getting it on
Gonna pay in hell from dying day on

It's a Christian in Vegas
Enjoying the drink
It's a Christian in Vegas
Doesn't care what you think
It's a Christian in Vegas
Getting it on
Gonna pay in hell from dying day on

It's a Christian in Vegas
Seeking prostitution
It's a Christian in Vegas
Forgoing resolution
It's a Christian in Vegas
Getting it on
Gonna pay in hell from dying day on

It's a Christian in Vegas
Having a smoke
It's a Christian in Vegas
Going home broke
It's a Christian in Vegas
Got it on
Gonna pay in hell from dying day on

And He Was

Written by Pat Cook © 2013 ERB Records

Jesus was a carpenter
Yes he was
Jesus was a carpenter
Damn sure was
Jesus was a carpenter
He could drive a nail
Jesus was a carpenter
Makes your boy look pale

Jesus took no gifts
No sir-ee
Jesus took no gifts
It's very clear to me
Jesus took no gifts
He earned his money
Jesus took no gifts
Makes your boy look funny

Jesus said provide
Nothing is free
Jesus said provide
Most certainly
For your family
Jesus said provide
Makes your boy look ugly

Itís Okay

Written by Pat Cook © 2013 ERB Records

I don't say nothin'
'cause I don't know what to say
There's nothing on my mind
You wanna hear anyway
I don't say nothin'
Nope, nothin' at all
Just sit back and
Watch the pieces fall

It's alright
Everyone survives
And we live
Those other lives
But I do, want you to know
It's okay
That's all I'm gonna say

I don't say nothin'
I tried that before
The reaction was bad
You ran for the door
I don't say nothin'
Nope, nothin' at all
Watch you run your course
Get sad when you hit the wall

I don't say nothin'
No need to shout
And maybe one day
You will figure it out
I don't say nothin'
Nope, nothin' at all
Don't you worry
I'm standing tall

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