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Feel Like A Failure
I heard you lost your wife and your family
Now you're back out on your own
All your plans lie uncompleted
Now you always feel alone
It makes you feel like a failure
And every morning you pray
For the strength to go on
You never thought that it would
End this way
You tried hard to provide
For the ones that you love
Somehow the whole thing slipped away
It makes you feel like a failure
Now every face is angry
Every voice is cold
Every friend's a stranger
You start to lose control
So you pick up an old photograph
You start polishing a gun
Maybe it's time to draw old curtains
What's done is done
What's done is done
It makes you feel like a failure
words and music by Jim Patton
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Finest Hour
Well there were no knights in armour
Come along to save the day
And there were no men on horseback
No Eastern star to show the way
There was only you
Wishing you could somehow get away
In your finest hour
In your finest hour
The king was in the counting house
Counting all his money
And his closest friends were laughing
At some joke that wasn't funny
And the rain came down like justice
On the land of milk and honey
In your finest hour
There were no cheers
No screaming crowd
No one to strike up the band
No escape from your fears
Nobody calling your name
Nobody shaking your hand
There was moonlight on the open road
And a cold wind in your face
And a light on in the kitchen
All night long at Frankie's place
And a frightened kid inside you
Who felt completely out of place
In your finest hour
words & music by Jim Patton
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A Girl Like You
With your long brown hair
And your eyes as deep as ocean
I'm so paralysed
By a faint hint of French lotion
I know all my life
I've been looking for a girl like you
You like to sing
I heard you used to have a band
You bought a motorbike
So you could travel through Japan
Baby all my life
I've been looking for a girl like you
A girl like you
Who drinks from the bottle
A girl like you
Who lives life at full throttle
A girl like you
Who belongs with a guy like me
You like Van Gogh
You just discovered Scott Fitzgerald
And you aren't too sure
You ever heard of Perry Farrell
Baby all my life
I've been looking for a girl like you
You like to get a little high
But you never use a needle
And you like the Stones
A whole lot better than the Beatles
Baby all my life
I've been looking for a girl like you
You know I play guitar
You should come and see my band
I write these real sad songs
That I think you'd understand
A girl like you
I've been looking for a girl like you
I'd like to take you home
That is, if you're willin'
We could get real stoned
And listen to Bob Dylan
A girl like you
Belongs with a guy like me
We could lie out in the backyard
And stare up at the stars above
We could put Van Morrison on
When we're making love
words & music by Jim Patton
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Go Billy Go
I saw Billy Kemp and the Paradise Rockers
One night down at the 8x10
After a while the songs he was singing
Were more about me than him
He sang about love and love that got lost
And how hard it is to try to stay free
And he played guitar just like ringing a bell
That rock n roll mystery
And I said: "Go Billy! Go Billy! Go Billy, Go!"
The crowd was swaying from side to side
There must have been 200 people there
And the ones in the balcony were about to fall over
And the ones in the back stood on chairs
He sang about growing up in Paradise
Just outside of Baltimore
And he sang one about a guy who just got out of prison
And moved down to the Eastern Shore
He ended with a couple of songs by Chuck Berry
Then Dylan's "Like A Rolling Stone"
Then he played one more he wrote with his best friend
About how hard it is to be alone
And when the crowd wouldn't leave he sang a lullaby
And then some country blues from his soul
Then he played three chords and the crowd started singing:
"Go Billy Go Billy Go"
words and music by Jim Patton
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Hard Times
Old man McCartney finally died
Went to his grave unsatisfied
Gravedigger wishes he was under that hill
When he comes home to his stack of unpaid bills
You remember Frank who lived on Jennings Road?
Bank foreclosed, now he ain't got no home
These are hard times
New mother sneaks out in the middle of the night
Leaves her little baby crying by the riverside
Gas station attendant says: "This town's a joke!"
Takes the money from the register and goes for broke
Sirens screaming in the early morning rain
Times like these drive a man insane
These are hard times
Stockbroker driving his coupe de ville
Money's rolling in to Capitol Hill
Everybody's asking: "Which way to the top?"
Somebody's always taking what somebody else has got
Some guy's dressed up in red, white, and blue
He's lying to me and he's lying to you
These are hard times
words and music by Jim Patton and Lew Morris
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I Turn To You
In this world
Full of trouble, pain, and sorrow
In this world
Full of pain and misery
When I'm lost
And I can't see no light before me
I turn to you
In my hour of need
I turn to you
When the battle outside's raging
I turn to you
When the hard rain starts to fall
I turn to you
When I don't know where I'm going
When the wind blows cold and hungry in the darkness
I turn to you
In my time
I have climbed the highest mountain
In my time
I have sailed the deepest sea
In these times
When I'm lonely and uncertain
I turn to you
In my hour of need
words and music by Jim Patton and Frank Mirenzi
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I Want It All
I want to have a wife and a family
And a warm bed and a roof that don't leak
And a couple close friends and a case of beer
And a clear conscience when I look in the mirror
I want to have a job that I care about
And a club nearby where we can Twist and Shout
And a few good songs on the radio
And someone to hold me when I feel alone
And I want my child to grow up
Where she'll never have to crawl
They tell me that you can't have everything
But I want it all
And I don't want to have to worry about paying the rent
I want an honest man to run for president
And I know that nothing good comes too easily
But we've been paying too much for things that should be free
A handful of people decide what's best for all the rest
Every step up the ladder they care about you less and less and less
words by Jim Patton and Mookie Siegel
music by Jim Patton, Mookie Siegel, & Mark Reeve
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