Michael Jackson's people called me to write a song for him, and this was it, though he didn't record it. It's really the type of song I don't write - a straightforward love song. But I'm glad I g

let’s_burn_down_the_cornfield


william_brown

William Brown, a tobacco man
Left North Carolina when he sold his land
He took a train to Omaha
Stayed there with some friends he had
And he didn't mind the dust

the_story_of_a_rock_and_roll_band

They were six fine English boys
Who knew each other in Birmingham
They bought a drum and guitar
Started a rock-roll band
And Johnny played little violin
And Bob

dixie_flyer

I was born right here, November '43
My dad was a captain in the army
Fighting the Germans in Sicily.
My poor little momma
Didn't know a soul in L.A.
So we went

laughing_boy

Laughing Boy keep movin'
Keep movin', Keep movin'
Laughing Boy keep movin'
Keep movin', Keep movin'

Find a clown and grind him down
He may just be laughi

faust_(act_1)


simon_smith_and_the_amazing_dancing_bear

I may go out tomorrow if I can borrow a coat to wear
Oh, I'd step out in style with my sincere smile and my dancing bear
Outrageous, alarming, courageous, charming
Oh, who wo

the_blues

He's gonna tell you 'bout his dear old mother
Burned up in a factory in Springfield, Mass.
He's gonna tell you 'bout his baby brother
Hustlin' down the city streets
An

rednecks

Last night I saw Lester Maddox on a TV show
With some smart-ass New York Jew
And the Jew laughed at Lester Maddox
And the audience laughed at Lester Maddox too
Well, h

i_want_you_to_hurt_like_i_do

I ran out on my children
And I ran out on my wife
Gonna run out on you too, baby
I done it all my life
Everybody cried the night I left
Well, almost everybody d

same_girl

You're still the same girl you always were
You're still the same girl you always were

A few more nights on the street, that's all
A few more holes in your arm
A

mr._president

We've taken all you've given
But it's gettin' hard to make a livin'
Mr. President have pity on the working man

We're not asking you to love us
You may place you

guilty

Yes, baby, I been drinkin'
And I shouldn't come by I know
But I found myself in trouble
And I had nowhere else to go

Got some whisky from the barman
Got

shame

That's from the point of view of some old spider in New Orleans who throws all dignity to the wind in pursuit of some 19-year-old girl, with 19-year-old skin. I love the idea of the power that yo