Three Fat Guys

3 fat guys on a limb

One climbs to the top

One climbs like a lemur holding on for its life

One climbs like the swirl of a glass of Pinot in the hands of a world traveler 

All for the beauty of love on the edge 

And innocence protected

3 fat guys deep into soil, harvesting the riches of the past and the old country remembered 

Yes I know, it's been a while. Life certainly gets in the way. Daughter now in her second year of college in NYC, been to Italy twice....and so much more. But hey, you have to live. 

I've been working on new song lyrics which are far from finished, but I'm posting the meager drafts that will hopefully encourage me to get my butt in gear and turn them into proper songs. 

And yes, I did find a guitar player that is just lovely. 

Wanna be my friend

Gotta catch me—run

I follow a cloud

Under midnight sun

Somewhere in the distance

Attention turned around

Where am I’m going

Can you slow me down?

With a slip of a tongue

And a bottle of rum

Well meet in the courtyard

Under sleepy sun

You and me

And a bottle of rum

We dance in the courtyard

Till moonlight comes

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Sally was laughing

She had a very fine day

She gave at wink to the postman

Then threw her mail away

And the people that you meet

When you passing down the street

Tips their hats and walk away

It’s all good she said

Waving her hand

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There was a man

Who kept all his gold in a can

He wandered around

With his head looking down

He can’t seem to find his

He can’t seem to find his way home

He was in love

He hid it inside of his head

It spun him around

His feet left the ground

He can’t seem to find his

He can’t seem to find his way down

Tick tock

The clock is broken

The clock is broken

And time has been stolen again

We pull the record off

The needle shrieks

And silence resounds

Yet again

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Everything’s better together

But sometimes you need to be alone

And it’s okay

I have a feeling

All okay

The calm is soothing

When you get you that perfect flight

And you figure out was working right

I’ll take the early bird

No need to check in

I can book on the fly

Lovers - Song Lyrics from the 90s - Marion Daze

This is a Marion Daze song that we never recorded as a demo. I'm not sure why as I like it. We were really hard on ourselves and we had no guidance. Maybe we just didn't think it was worthy. Our music surfaced when grunge was just taking off and we were different for the time we were living in. In the early 90s, internet didn't exist. There was no streaming service and email was debuting as the new way to communicate. And you really needed a record deal to make a good record. Those were hard to come by then. It's too bad Marion Daze didn't stick around as I think our songs would have gotten better and better. Maybe there is hope for a reunion?

Marion Daze - Live Somewhere on Bleecker Street at 13:10

Lovers
By Julie Gengo/Ohad Varsano


We are only lovers
Holding our breath
We are only lovers
Consumed by innocence

We are only lovers
In revolving unrest
We are only lovers
Holding our breath

Diving in
With my hair down
The sound of waves
In the background
La dolce dolce
Far Niente
Mystery ends
With the laughter
And the rain
The rain.....

Bop bop bop bop
oh whoa whoa whoa whoa wah
Bop bop bop bop
oh whoa whoa whoa whoa wah
Bop bop bop bop
oh whoa whoa whoa whoa ah

Young and restless
Full moon in view
Count the beats
Between the two
The measure
Never lies to you
Slip down through
There's nothing
Left to do
To do
Whoa whoa whoa whoa whoa
Whoa

Diving in
With my hair down
The sound of waves
In the background
La dolce dolce
Far Niente
Slip down through
There's nothing
Left to do
To do
Whoa whoa whoa whoa whoa
Whoa

We are
Only lovers
We are only lovers
Only lovers
Holding our breath

Frankly - New Lyrics from 2017

New lyrics inspired by love or the lack there of. People you meet are strange. You think they know what they want, and then they flee before you turn your back. They tease you and tease you for what? Attention? Neediness?  But then the real thing comes around but you still wonder why? Has it happened to you? There is a melody to this but I still need a guitar player partner. Know anyone who wants to help me get the right sound to these words? Hit me up, please. Of course, this is a draft that will probably morph into something quite different. It's written with a sense of humor so it's okay to smile....



Frankly
By Julie Gengo

You're not interested in me
I understand
But quite frankly
I don't give a damn

A story that I knew
Not so long ago
I count my blessings
In a row

From Shakespeare's
Rose
To a William's kiss
In Patterson
Waterfalls on lips

You're not interested in me
I understand
And quite frankly
I don't give a damn

The world is turning
a round and
upside down
But you follow me
To the edge of town

I gave you everything
I had to give
You call my name
In a whisper kiss

You loved me for a moment
That I know
You stumble now
But can't let go

What is love?
Is it for the birds?
They come and go
Without any words
Just sweet songs to allure
They catch their mates
They're on their way
And for them 
That's okay
But for me
I wanted you to stay

Knock Knock - Song Lyrics from the 90s

When Marion Daze was performing live, we usually opened up with this song. It had a good hook and the energy level was right. The song was about living in the East Village of New York and encountering all the people that lived on the street. This is still very relevant in a nation with so much money......San Francisco and Oakland are experiencing the impact of a housing shortage I believe caused by the greedy banks that cheated people and caused real estate to soar. A problem indeed. Thousands of people are living on the streets along the boulevards and under bridges and highways often surrounded by garbage. What is the solution? 

Knock Knock - Live at CBGBs Marion Daze


Knock Knock

By Julie Gengo / Ohad Varsano

Running around
In a frazzled world
Past the man
With his potions unfurled
He knows where hes going
He knows how to pay
His secrets are tokens
In a non transferable way

He lives in a shell
Knock knock
Is the living well
I don't know why
I can't get to him

He lives in a shell
Knock knock
It's a living hell
I don't know why
I can't get to him

Traveling by night
In a fragile world
Pass the woman
Whose reading the words
Be kind to your neighbors
Don't tread on their hands
They live in the cracks
Of this bountiful land

She lives in a shell
Knock knock
Is the living well?
I don't know why
I can't get to her

She lives in a shell
Knock knock
It's a living hell
I don't know why
I can't get to her

Take my hand
I will lead you through
Down the 
The corridor
To the big black room

If you take my hand
I will lead you through
Down the
The corridor
To the big black room

La la lum
la la la la la la la la lum.....

Warm Blood - New Lyrics from 2017

OK sometimes you hear a note and the words just flow. Then you have to sit down and make them work somehow. But you have a tune and you can sing it, so that's a good start. Here is what has emerged thus far. Still searching for that elusive guitar player to turn this into something solid. A work in progress. Since the days are longer this time of year, there seems to be more time to do it all. 

Warm Blood

Lyrics/vocal melody 

by Julie Gengo 

I can see you in the dark

Haven't changed despite what's reeling

All the mortals void of feeling

Like the man 

On top

In a cavalcade of fear

Like the handle that won't open 

What's behind the feathered fortune

All alone 

In the dark

Warm blood

In the river

Wash my hands

The stains linger

Warm blood

In the river

Oh the pain that was forsaken

Knowing he is in the distance

A ghost that follows with persistence

All alone

In the dark 

Warm blood

In the river

Wash my hands

The stains linger

Warm blood

In the river

I can see it in your eyes

Sorry can't find it's feeling

Like a desperado steeling

All the souls 

The last drop 

Warm blood

In the river

Wash my hands

The stains linger

Warm blood

In the river

Reflex Imagery - New Lyrics from 2017

Okay so this is how it works. You gather words in a format that resembles a song. You may have a melody in mind. You can hear it in your head and sing it, but it really needs that someone that can play the amazing musical enhancements. When you work together, the words may be switched around, spaced out or scrapped altogether. We will just have to see what happens. Exciting times. Did I tell you that I want to make a record? 


Reflex Imagery
By Julie Gengo 

Just when she thought 
She was firmly planted on the ground
The wind came in 
And swooped her out of town

It does that
It's got a mind of it's own
Bitter sweet poetry
Enough to roam 
All alone 

Reflex imagery  
It felt 
Like a blinding light 
Give it all to me
The comfort you feel at night 

She moved like a dance
The willows and the rumbling sound
But the wind came in 
And swooped her out of town

A mystery 
That remains unknown 
Bittersweet poetry 
Enough to roam 
All alone

Reflex imagery 
It felt 
Like a blinding light 
Give it all to me
The comfort you feel at night 

Bitter sweet town
It left you standing there
Shuffle around
The corner
Seems to bare

Reflex imagery 
It felt 
Like a blinding light 
Give it all to me
The comfort you feel at night