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Lyrics 5/26/20 (not sung)
THE HEIRESS' EXCESSIVE DOUBLE DECKER PENTHOUSE
(c) 2020 by Nick Bensen
It's rare to meet someone
With so much
But also really good at sharing
A Brahmin artist's eye
With aristocratic bearing
Weapons made them very rich
Her mother made them caring
She could have owned two billion of
The tie-dye she was wearing
This is my ticket out of this dump!
Wait, what, Croton?!
And the mumps?!
Mom don't take my special friend
Please don't make this good thing end
Take me back to the heiress'
Excessive double decker penthouse
Take me back to the heiress'
Excessive double decker penthouse
I loved the view from Riverside
The Romanesque redstone
Inside the girl's own bedroom
A carousel and throne
She showered me with riches
And said we were engaged
Ripped out of that dreamland
Bewildered and enraged
This is my ticket out of this dump!
Wait, what, Croton?!
And the mumps?!
Mom don't take my special friend
Please don't make this good thing end
Take me back to the heiress'
Excessive double decker penthouse
Take me back to the heiress'
Excessive double decker penthouse
I never heard of her again
Not even on the news
With all her endless money
You'd think I'd find some clues
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As Crowtown Watches ...
14:52
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Monsters' March
02:56
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Hardscrabble Hill
04:59
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Lyrics 5/23/20 (not sung)
HARDSCRABBLE HILL (1974 Northern Westchester Psychotherapists' Working Brunch Massacre)
(c) 2020 by Nick Bensen
"I don't know - it looks like everyone is screwed up these days."
"What did you say, young man?!!!"
Molestation thinly veiled
Drinking wine and eating snails
Give the speech then I can bail
Epic psychotherapy fail
1967 was seven years ago
1967 was seven years ago
1967 was seven years ago
Don't even ask what else I know
Evil breath, disgusting cheese
Predators who lie with ease
Forced me to capitulate
My mind is numb, my rage is great
1967 was seven years ago
1967 was seven years ago
1967 was seven years ago
Don't even ask what else I know
Revulsion
Sickness
Horror
Betrayal
Revenge
Murder
Blood
Assail
1967 was seven years ago
1967 was seven years ago
1967 was seven years ago
Don't even ask what else I know
Enchanted castle across the road
Never know what might unfold
Rather be with my age girls
To see what's out there in the world
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Lyrics 5/26/20 (not sung)
INTO THE DRINK, THEN UNDER THE ICE
(c) 2020 by Nick Bensen
Riding out by the reservoir
On my bike
Got hit by a car
Thrown into the water
From a fearsome height
Climbed back up
With all of my might
Could have been killed
But was mostly alright
Lived another day to fight
Didn't expect a shot of bad luck twice
Into the drink, then under the ice
Saving a good life felt so nice
Jumping in after him under the ice
Little bit later I took a ride
Out to Camp Rainbow
On the far north side
Sean and me
And his friend Greg
Tried to balance
On empty kegs
Skated on a pond
For something to do
Heard a crack
Sean went right through
Didn't expect a shot of bad luck twice
Into the drink, then under the ice
Saving a good life felt so nice
Jumping in after him under the ice
I was lucky enough
To do the right thing
A better, braver me stepped in
Everything turned out okay
I was hailed as a hero
That fateful day.
I learned on Facebook
That Sean had died
But always remained
A wonderful guy
Didn't expect a shot of bad luck twice
Into the drink, then under the ice
Saving a good life felt so nice
Jumping in after him under the ice
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Thousand Acre Woods
07:17
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Lyrics 5/23/20 (not sung)
THOUSAND ACRE WOODS
(c) 2020 by Nick Bensen
Most folks live in town
Or a different neighborhood
I'm out here all alone
In my thousand acre woods
I've got a hollow log
And a rope swing on a cliff
Picking up the traps
Set by that corrupt sheriff
Mobsters cut our grove
The dentist shot my dog
My dad fell off the porch
My cousin squashed a frog
It takes more than an hour
To walk down to a store
Across the road from my woods
Is a thousand acres more
Sometimes things are bad
Sometimes things are good
Either way it's me
My albums and the woods
Most folks live in town
Or a different neighborhood
I'm out here all alone
In my thousand acre woods
I know every hidden secret
Of my parents' room
Sipping on a scotch
I smoke a big white plume
Our here on my own
Up to no damn good
Do just what I want
Don't know if I should
Most folks live in town
Or a different neighborhood
I'm out here all alone
In my thousand acre woods
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Lyrics 5/26/20 (not sung)
JOY'S BAR LADIES' LUNCH RUSH '79
(c) 2020 by Nick Bensen
"Thanks, I'll have a rum and coke
Wanna go have fun upstairs?
Husband's gone, kids in school
Honestly, nobody cares
I mean to fix things up a bit
But time just always gets away
Don't tell my daughter you were here
I couldn't think of what to say
I'll call you in sick at school
It's fun pretending I'm your mom
But this is all just you and me
Please be quiet when you're gone
I never do weird things like this but ...
There's something special in your smile."
Now I have to drive all night
Outrace the memories with the miles
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Volare Patrol
02:33
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Lyrics 5/23/20 (not sung)
VOLARE PATROL
(c) 2020 by Nick Bensen
Brakes are bad
The exhaust is shot
Windshield fogged
And running hot
Moms' old cars
Don't want 'em no more
Fix that window
And driver's door
We're bad news
That's no lie
Every day
We almost die
Nothing to lose
Settling scores
Wasting gas
And avoiding chores
Look out now
Slow your roll
Out of the way
Volare Patrol
Look out now
Slow your roll
Out of the way
Volare Patrol
Throwing fireworks
Car to car
Getting high
And sneaking in bars
Anything not to
Face my dad
Let's all go
Do something bad
Feeling bored
Nothing to do
Let's steal
A street sign or two
Tripping out
Across the dam
Said we're studying
For exams
Look out now
Slow your roll
Out of the way
Volare Patrol
Look out now
Slow your roll
Out of the way
Volare Patrol
Mount Airy!
Piney Point!
Grand Street!
129!
Look out now
Slow your roll
Out of the way
Volare Patrol
Look out now
Slow your roll
Out of the way
Volare Patrol
Oil is low
Grill is cracked
Two of the girls
Got sick in back
Tossing pizza
At Fox Lane dweebs
While barely meeting
Our basic needs
Look out now
Slow your roll
Out of the way
Volare Patrol
Look out now
Slow your roll
Out of the way
Volare Patrol
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Out At Thunder Rock
06:17
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Cries From The Canyon
10:39
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... And Keeps On Falling
08:51
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Nick Bensen Avon, Connecticut
Nick Bensen learned guitar from Ira Kaplan (Yo La Tengo). He played in the Croton Dammed, the Assassins, Three Globe Banana
Monte, A Subtle Plague, Polar Arc and 33 Tiger Infinity. He made 3 solo CDs but gave it up in 2005 due to illness.
In April 2020, Nick suddenly regained the ability to play. With 26 psych/prog/fusion releases since then, Nick Bensen is really making up for lost time.
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