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SURE THING, YOU BET!

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ARE YOU READY TO ROCK?

Are you ready to rock?
Are you ready to rock?
Are you ready to rock?
Are you ready to rock?
Are you ready to rock?
Cause we're ready to rock?

Got the drums set up. Mics plugged in.
Bass up full. Knob's broke at ten.
Want screaming guitar? That we got.
Amps are sizzlin'. Gettin' hot.
Showtime's here. We're ready to go
But there's one thing that we gotta know.

Are you ready to rock?
Are you ready to rock?
Are you ready to rock?
Are you ready to rock?
Are you ready to rock?
Cause we're ready to rock?

Drums are poundin'. The beat's on fire.
Bass is cranked. Can't go no higher.
Screamin' guitar. Here we go.
Still one thing we gotta know.

Are you ready to rock?
Are you ready to rock?
Are you ready to rock?
Are you ready to rock?
Are you ready to rock?
Cause we're ready to rock?
Words and Music by JJ Jenkins and George Petersen
© 2007 JENPET Music International (ASCAP)

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WREQUIEM (Instrumental)
Words and Music by JJ Jenkins and George Petersen
© 2007 JENPET Music International (ASCAP)
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I CAN'T BEAR THIS CROSS NO MORE

I can't bear this cross no more.
Lead me to that peaceful shore.
I'm not the man I used to be.
In this world of sorrow,
there seems like no tomorrow.
Unchain my soul and set me free.
I can't bear this cross no more.

In the beginning love was forgiving.
Lives filled with wonder.
Know, no prophets were we.
How could we foresee?
Hearts torn a sunder.

I can't bear this cross no more.
Take me to that peaceful shore.
I'm not the man I used to be.
In this world of sorrow,
there seems like no tomorrow.
Unchain my soul and set me free.
I can't bear this cross no more.

Now, I must be the strong one.
I'm surely the wrong one
to ease your burden.
Yea, to dry all of your tears.
Yet, my future here seems so uncertain.

Aye, in your world alone
the flowers have grown.
The seeds we planted.
Still, scarce room there for me.
No pity I plea. My life recanted.

I can't bear this cross no more.
Take me to that peaceful shore.
I'm not the man I used to be.
In this world of sorrow,
there seems like no tomorrow.
Unchain my soul and set me free.
I can't bear this cross no more.
Words and Music by JJ Jenkins and George Petersen
© 2007 JENPET Music International (ASCAP)

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UNTIL THE LAST (Instrumental)
Music by Walter Bush
© 2007 JENPET Music International (ASCAP)
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BORDERTOWN

Running to that bordertown.
That's the place where I gotta be.
Gonna make it to that border town.
The only place that I can free.

Seeds of doubt sown in the garden
for the crime that could not be.
Justice cast its dark reflection,
as penance took its toll on me.

Running to that bordertown.
That's the place where I gotta be.
Gonna make it to that border town.
The only place that I can free.

Endless highways drive me onward,
searching for the light of day
beyond temporal transgressions.
No earthly bonds could make me stay.

No time for languid contemplation.
My past and future ever near
the nefarious conjecture.
Is it salvation that I fear?

Running to that bordertown.
That's the place where I gotta be.
Gonna make it to that border town.
The only place that I can free.
Words and Music by JJ Jenkins and George Petersen
© 2007 JENPET Music International (ASCAP)

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CLIMBING

Do you remember the summer of love?
Do you recall a time?
Channeling the music of our very soul.
We filled the world with rhyme.

I still recall the spring that we were sprung.
I still remember when
We took that oath to never come undone
Now you say "That was then".

Now you're a climber.
Climb on, climb on to the top.
Now you're a climber.
You keep on climbing.You can't stop.

I still remember my sudden fall from grace.
I still recall that ride.
Love rollercoaster flying off the tracks of your
ablutophobic pride.

Do you recall the winter of our discontent?
Do you feel any pain?
It's sad to know that for a ha-penny
You'd do it all again.

Now you're a climber.
Climb on, climb on to the top.
Now you're a climber.
You keep on climbing.You can't stop.
 
Words and Music by JJ Jenkins and George Petersen
© 2006 JENPET Music International (ASCAP)

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A WORD FROM OUR SPONSOR
© 2007 JENPET Music International (ASCAP)

 

 

CRANK UP THE VICTROLA

Crank up the Victrola.
Let the music ring.
It'll soon make everything alright.

Outside the cold cuts through me.
Icy shoulder of society.
When the world closes in,
I let it begin.
Reach for the needle. I'm free.

Crank up the Victrola
Karmic message spinning round.
I am high upon the sound tonight.

Abuse is the gift that you bring me.
Wrapped up with a bow prettily.
When I'm on the ground.
I just put the needle down.
Reach for the volume. I'm free.

Crank up the Victrola.
Let the music ring.
It'll soon make everything alright.

"You can't fight the system" you tell me.
But it's the system that won't let me be.
So I wind till it's wound.
Drop the needle down.
Turn up the volume. I'm free.

Crank up the Victrola
Karmic message spinning round.
I am high upon the sound tonight.

Crank up the Victrola.
Let the music ring.
It'll soon make everything alright.
Words and Music by JJ Jenkins and George Petersen
© 2007 JENPET Music International (ASCAP)

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EL DORADO GOLD

Down on the Orinoco,
they got the natives seein' red.
Conquistador knockin' at the door,sayin'
"Give us all your bread."
The cannon balls of the Spanish fly.
They say just what I've always said.

The world is bought and sold on El Dorado gold.
The world is bought and sold on El Dorado gold.

Pass the pulque Carlos.
We been up all night puttin' shots away.
Atop the temple they're queing up
to sing Hernando's hidaway.
Another evening of "Grand Guinol"
Oh, the things we do to get our pay.

The world is bought and sold on El Dorado gold.
The world is bought and sold on El Dorado gold.

Nine Ceacatyls later,
everything is still the same.
And money's still the game.

Way out in California
They got swimming pools and movie stars.
The haves have spent all the other half
while the have nots live in cars.
But while they got what they got with steel,
You know that plastic's gonna get us ours.

The world is bought and sold on El Dorado gold.
The world is bought and sold on El Dorado gold.
 
Words and Music by JJ Jenkins and George Petersen
© 2007 JENPET Music International (ASCAP)

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HALFWAY TO HARRIS

I woke up this morning. Cliche but true.
Found the note that said "I'm leavin' you".
I couldn't believe it. All that we been through.
Where you gonna go? What you gonna do?
She's probably,

Half way to Harris.
Half way to Harris by now.
Half way to Harris.
Half way to Harris by now.

Hopped on my Victor. Four forty one.
Thumpin' down the road. Into the sun
I still can't believe it. Why would she wanna walk.
"When I find that girl, we gotta talk"
She's probably,

Half way to Harris.
Half way to Harris by now.
Half way to Harris.
Half way to Harris by now.

Gonna find her somehow. Set the record straight.
Like it used to be. I know it's not too late.
Been ridin' all day. Gonna ride all night.
When I find that girl, I'm gonna treat her right.
She's probably,

Half way to Harris.
Half way to Harris by now.
Half way to Harris.
Half way to Harris by now.
Words and Music by JJ Jenkins and George Petersen
© 2007 JENPET Music International (ASCAP)

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HOW NOW?

How now Mrs. Greene?
Get down on the social scene.
Vanity's flag unfurled
All's right in your little world.

How now Mr. Wight?
Money makes it all alright
Flash your family jewels.
Pay the price. Break the rules.

How do you sleep at night?
Can't you tell wrong from right?
From your dark tableaus
Your phlegmatism shows.
as Mary's garden grows

How now Father Black?
Simon says take two steps back.
To a simpler time.
Ask not why. Get in line.

How now General Braun?
Too much peace got you down?
Still lots to do you'll see.
Be all that you can be.

How do you sleep at night?
Can't you tell wrong from right?
From your dark tableaus
Your phlegmatism shows.
as Mary's garden grows

How now Doctor Bleu?
Done all that you can do.
Poor folks, they're all dyin'.
Still you've got time to play nine 
Words and Music by JJ Jenkins and George Petersen
© 2007 JENPET Music International (ASCAP)

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THE MESSAGE SONG

I don't mind you speaking your mind,
but mind you, I've a mind of my own.
I'm not one to tag along blindly.
My M.O.'s, I've got to be shown.
Politics, religion and sex are
things I don't need your advice on.
Make your point. Be on your way kindly.
I've have a life. I've got to carry on.

Place your brochure on my car window.
Leave your message. Call on the phone.
Knock on my door. Follow me 'round town.
Why don't you just leave me alone?
Proselytizer, activist, salesman.
Hypocrite, nuisance, and thief.
Criticize the things I believe in.
In the end, it's down to "It's my belief".

Everyone's the only one
with something real to say.
Helping those to help themselves.
Point them to a better way.

Everyone's the only one
with a better way.
Fall in line or fall from grace
and there'll be "you know who" to pay.

I don't mind you minding your business.
Long as you're not minding mine too.
If you don't want me shaking your cage, then
Don't invite me into your zoo.
Politics, religion and sex are
things that you know little about.
It's time you got down off of you soapbox.
Get a life. Instead of just hanging out.

I don't mind you minding your business.
Mind your business all on your own..
It's your business. Leave me alone.
Why don't you just leave me alone.
Why don't you just . . .
Words and Music by JJ Jenkins and George Petersen
© 2007 JENPET Music International (ASCAP)

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THE FINE ART OF PROSELYTIZATION

My God rocks.
Your god sucks.
My God crows.
Your god clucks
So get hip.
You convert.
Do what my God says
and no one gets hurt.

Your good book
is a good, good book.
But my good book
is the real good book.
Don’t forget
what you’ve learned.
Pick the wrong one
and you're gonna get burned.

I believe. I believe.
I just want a chance to show you the light.
I believe, you’ll believe.
I just need a chance to hammer, hammer, hammer
into the night.

Religious right.
Religious wrong.
Diff’rent folks.
Same old song.
Free your mind.
Save your soul.
Do just what you want
long as it’s what you’re told
Words and Music by JJ Jenkins and George Petersen
© 2007 JENPET Music International (ASCAP)

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FRANKLIN, JACKSON AND GRANT

Franklin, Jackson and Grant
are all good friends of mine.
When they come around
I know we're going to have a good time.
Franklin, Jackson and Grant
are always in the game.
There’s not a place around
that doesn’t know their name.
They wrote the book on playing to win.
They can get down and get back up again.

Jackson is my main man.
He hangs with me most everyday.
Down at La Scala du jour
he can take the blues away.
Grant is no stranger here
He's known down on the scene
He'll cross that killing floor, like a U.S. marine.
But Franklin, he's the king.
Just like that bell. He lets my freedom ring.
Words and Music by JJ Jenkins and George Petersen
© 2007 JENPET Music International (ASCAP)

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ZOMBIES

Ten key star. Fancy car.
Put down that phone. Listen to me.
Morning toot. Good commute.
Lemmings wander to the sea. 

And your corporate masters just enthrall.
Jump you lackeys, take the fall.
Hear them call, Zombies one and all 

Leather chair. Vacant stare.
Perks for the loyal company man.
Bottom line, Money's time.
You minions get in step with the plan. 

And your corporate masters just enthrall.
Jump you lackeys, take the fall.
Hear them call, Zombies one and all 

Here's the life you went to school for.
Push some paper, get your pay.
Still there's one goal left to shoot for...
Canto Venti Tre 

Cutting edge. Nesbit wedge.
The fashion statement of the day.
Evenings free. Watch T.V.
Turn on, tune in, do what they say.

And your corporate masters just enthrall.
Jump you lackeys, take the fall.
Hear them call, Zombies one and all 
Words and Music by JJ Jenkins and George Petersen
© 2007 JENPET Music International (ASCAP)

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CHURCH OF THE COSMIC COOKIE

I met a girl in Frisco who said "Come on home with me."
"I want to introduce you to my surrogate family."
Well, they locked me in a room and put a guard upon the door.
If I hadn't feigned conversion, I'd still be there for sure. 

"Join our merry fray", smiling faces laugh and say.
Charismatic leaders preach. Existentially they' teach.
So it's time you got in line and sterilized your mind
at the Church of the Cosmic Cookie.
At the Church of the Cosmic Cookie.

I had a friend from high school with a journalistic bent
who had to get scoop or else just not pay the rent.
So he got the Cosmic story and the papers they did pay.
But he can't stop to spend it. They're still chasing him today.

"Join our merry fray", smiling faces laugh and say.
Charismatic leaders preach. Existentially they' teach.
So it's time you got in line and sterilized your mind
at the Church of the Cosmic Cookie.
At the Church of the Cosmic Cookie.

Up north they've got a bunker, I mean a spiritual retreat.
Where they got more guns than Texas, which is really quite a feat.
There they teach the fine points to the missionary horde
They'll do what they have to, to speed you to the Lord.

"Join our merry fray", smiling faces laugh and say.
Charismatic leaders preach. Existentially they' teach.
So it's time you got in line and sterilized your mind
at the Church of the Cosmic Cookie.
At the Church of the Cosmic Cookie.
 
Words and Music by JJ Jenkins and George Petersen
© 2007 JENPET Music International (ASCAP)

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SURE THING, YOU BET!
© 2007 JENPET Music International (ASCAP)

 

 

THEY WON'T PLAY US IN L.A.

No trendy hair.
No bitchin' clothes.
No fashion sense at all.
All the critics say it shows.
"Well, who would listen to a band that looks like that?"

No butterflies
No social page.
Who we're with is
who we're with up on the stage.
We haven't been seen with Clive or anyone like that. 

They won't play us in L.A.
They won't play us in L.A.
They won't play us in L.A.
 

No Betty Ford.
No big drug bust.
No major crime or
controversy chasing us.
In fact, the Enquirer's never written us up at all.

No pay for play.
No cash up front.
No label dude will
set up some outrageous stunt.
L.A. station's don't plan to play our new disk at all.

They won't play us in L.A.
They won't play us in L.A.
They won't play us in L.A.
Words and Music by JJ Jenkins and George Petersen
© 2007 JENPET Music International (ASCAP)

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ARE YOU READY TO ROCK?
WREQUIEM
I CAN'T BEAR THIS CROSS NO MORE
UNTIL THE LAST
BORDERTOWN
CLIMBING
A WORD FROM OUR SPONSOR
CRANK UP THE VICTROLA
EL DORADO GOLD
HALFWAY TO HARRIS
HOW NOW?
THE MESSAGE SONG
THE FINE ART OF PROSELYTIZATION
FRANKLIN, JACKSON AND GRANT
ZOMBIES
CHURCH OF THE COSMIC COOKIE
SURE THING, YOU BET!
THEY WON'T PLAY US IN L.A.