TANGERINES (words and music by E.P. Schwartz) He liked the way she rolled the dice and the way her character always gave his character eyes he was a third level thief but in his heart he couldn't get no relief until there was this Goblin attack and her elf mage took a battle axe to the back an unexpected sudden move he jumped to his feet and stunned the whole room when he said "All my gold, my love all my restless dreams all my paranoia, baby all my tangerines all your high-tech hardware all your sexy screams everything you are tonight" She just sat and held his gaze you could hear a +2 to hit dagger fall in this place until the DM said "What gives? You two didn't even roll for initiative" Then she swept the game to the floor crawled across the table toward him on all fours pulled his face close to hers until he was the only one who could, hear her words when she said "All my gold, my love all my restless dreams all my paranoia, baby all my tangerines all your high-tech hardware all your sexy screams everything you are tonight" The gamers gave them wide berth while they kissed like they were the last two human beings on this Earth and they'll never again be alone because he picked her up and carried her home and they said "All my gold, my love all my restless dreams all my paranoia, baby all my tangerines all your high-tech hardware all your sexy screams everything you are tonight"

AMERICAN KISSES (words and music by E.P. Schwartz) Hey lady don’t you walk on by can’t you see I’m lonely tonight the world’s uncertain and I don’t feel like being alone Want one of those new American kisses one of those new-fangled blisses want the kind of touch you can only find in a country at war When things are burning we kiss a little deeper we make love in the face of the reaper we always seem to get it on in a dangerous time Get some American kisses consummate American wishes make the kind of love you can only make in times of war When the world is crumbling lovers start fumbling when the ground is rumbling couples start tumbling now… Isn’t that the way of the world facing death and you grab a girl shuck your clothes and make love like it’s your last day Give them one of those American kisses so if we’re gone we know they miss us throw down and roll around like you’re going off to war Hey lady don’t you walk on by can’t you see I’m lonely tonight the world’s uncertain and I don’t feel like being alone…

ALEX JORDAN (words and music by Eric Peter Schwartz) Baby behind the wheel me, I’m fast asleep going to see Alex Jordan at the end of the week Followed him up the hill look down on the bluffs perfection lies in Baby’s eyes and that is always enough And it’s all coming back to me Spent the night in Edgerton slept in separate beds hands intertwined, drift off for the night wake Baby at dawn with a kiss Tried to water ski but I failed spent the afternoon playing gin slept away the rest of the day until her family they packed it in It’s all coming back to me Seems like every song I wanted to write for you Has already been written there’s nothing left for me to do except point at the radio and say “see that’s how I feel” That’s how I feel And it’s all coming back to me Wisconsin sun was falling as we turned and headed for home love is blind to a critical mind and I guess I gave my heat to the road Baby behind the wheel and me I’m fast asleep going to see Alex Jordan at the end of the week

HARDER THAN BONE (words and music by E.P. Schwartz) Don't you tell me that it's so don't you tell me that you know there's only one way to go from here only one way to go Don't touch your lips to mine I won't touch your lips of wine we don't have that much time there's only one way to go Should it wash away this time Should our love sink like a stone should our mouths trip our hearts that fall is harder than bone Should I climb up these stairs to find your love as bare as the sand Only then will I see these are only human hands Don't tell me all your dreams 'cause I can't deny your screams No matter how real it seems there's only one way to go Don't tell me that you know Don't tell me that you know there's only one way to go from here only one way to go

I’m probably not the man you think I am I’m probably more bitter than you could ever stand but I’ll try I’ll try and I’ll ask you as you turn out the lights is this ragged heart really worthy of your hand I’m probably the weakest man I know I’m probably the cheapest thing you could ever own Afraid to touch you afraid I’d smudge you like some pastel chalk drawn love and this ragged heart in the stained glass rain Been collecting reasons talking me down collecting reasons alone and out loud I’m probably the ghost of some man that caused you pain in another life a monster and insane Now I know should I go? or should I exorcise this ghost and this ragged heart just in from the cold Been collecting reasons talking me down collecting reasons alone and out loud It’s probably not as strong as this thing is supposed to be a fragile China rose falling down to me out of mind out of life and I would like it if you had shared my time but this ragged heart never got the chance to heal

FADING (words and music by E.P. Schwartz) I still know every inch of your body I can still smell you on my clothes but it'll go away with effort, time and age isn't it funny the way the fading goes it's late at night when the demons start to rise and I can't drink fast enough to keep up with them this time but they'll all decay with alchohol, sex and shame isn't it funny the way the fading waits some memories are great some just comfortable and safe either way, I don't want them to come to play and I would gladly trade this poem for a lack of pain isn't it funny the way the fading shakes Ain't it strange the way love just melts away and me I fight the things I cannot change and so I'll pray and wrestle with the day isn't it funny the way the fading lays somewhere in my mind I know I'll be all right but that doesn't really help me tonight so I'll drink and smoke and I'll make it all a joke isn't it funny the way the fading arrives

BUTTERCREAM (words & music by E.P. Schwartz) Drizzle over me drizzle over me like buttercream Drizzle over me drizzle over me like buttercream take your finger, now Woman run it along the edge of me If you want to be my little baker You got to lay this cake high If you want to be my little baker You got to lay this cake high If you eat too much cake, baby I'll go straight to your thighs So spread it on spread it on like buttercream spread it on thick thick like buttercream it's decadent and sinful dangerous and sugar sweet The way you mix your batter makes me want to lick the bowl the way you mix your batter, baby makes me want to lick the bowl. I want to get a fingerful, darlin' please don't say no Drizzle over me drizzle over me like buttercream Drizzle over me drizzle over me like buttercream take your finger, now Woman run it along the edge of me

I NEVER LEANED IN (words and music by E.P. Schwartz) I've kissed every girl I've ever loved except one Sometimes she sits on my mind like communion sits on your tongue she'll just lay in my dreams like a cat in a sunbeam she runs her fingers through my hair in places I don't share All those nights all those drinks I never leaned in All this time now I think I never leaned in If I knew then what I know now I never leaned in Close my eyes will me back I never leaned in I've kissed every girl I ever loved except her She had the eyes and the laugh and the mind and the curves That night after the bar we all squeezed into the car I could smell her skin but I never leaned in All those nights all those drinks I never leaned in All this time now I think I never leaned in If I knew then what I know now I never leaned in Close my eyes will me back I never leaned in She was a beautiful distraction this regrets not a heavy load it's just an overreaction to getting old I've kissed every girl I've ever loved except one Sometimes she sits on my mind like communion sits on your tongue she'll just lay in my dreams like a cat in a sunbeam she runs her fingers through my hair in places I don't share All those nights all those drinks I never leaned in All this time now I think I never leaned in If I knew then what I know now I never leaned in Close my eyes will me back I never leaned in That night we walked across Chicago I never leaned in The night the woman sang opera I never leaned in Miami Beach 4 a.m. I never leaned in Any time I was with her I never leaned in

FOOLISH MOON (words & music E.P. Schwartz Crazy crazy motion made me love sick on a quiet ocean I danced under lights for the blind I opened my mouth without consulting my mind but what would any romantic do when you’re kissed underneath a foolish moon All the pain in the world seemed to rest itself on my head they never forgot my mistake she never forgot all the words I said I could never change my tune cause I played it underneath a foolish moon Crazy crazy lover don’t your heart rumble like thunder shake you and make you pretend it’s not that easy to start again And I could never blame you it was just me and my foolish moon Crazy crazy way our features change in the harsh light of day and the funny way we open our eyes to reflections we don’t recognize And the way the light flooded my room I guess I’ll spend tonight with my foolish moon

ALL YOUR TRAINS, JANE (words and music by E.P. Schwartz) For all your pain, you deserve the rain for all your heart ache, you deserve an earthquake but they never seem to come or they come too late for all your strains, get some peace in your brain, Jane Don't make me tell you again You're all the rage as you walk across the stage you want to reread the page and lie about your age But you've been betrayed they showed up too late You want your mark to remain, more than just a stain, Jane Don't make me tell you again For all your pain, you deserve a plane then all your trains slide into the oncoming lane they slam on the brakes but it's too late of all you're a afraid, I'm the least to cause you pain, Jane Don't make me tell you again

THE CHEAP SONG (words & music by Dan Hogan and E.P. Schwartz) You say you've found a way to let be go so I'll get drunk here with all my gold There's nothing left for me , except my fear and there nothing for you, if you stay here CHORUS There she goes, there she goes again just like she's done before I ain't seen the world through tears before Because you never shut the door You say you've found a way to let me know so for God's sake, why don't you let it show Don't know where I'm coming from today Don't know if I should give it up or should I pray CHORUS Let me sing to you this cheap little song then I know you'll never do me wrong waking up different every day don't remember her face, her address, even her name Chorus REPEAT

OTHER WOMEN & MEN (words & music by E.P. Schwartz) Two hearts playing for time exhausting their options on the Indiana line discuss their distress on the way back home they still make love but they're already alone Hold it inside 'til the moment breaks man says that's fine if that's what it takes woman is tired when their feelings collide she resigns herself to tell him some other time Complication overload dreams and futures fall out on the road they stay together just killing time, killing time on the Indiana line Visions of love greet them at the door he knows she's tired but he wants to talk more But they cry and kiss instead a vow to stay made in the bed with… Compliments of lead and gold they made this love and they broke the mold they're both too tired to fall again, fall again for other women and men They'll read about it talk about it find some way to work around it they'll dream about it scream about it In the end they'll have to live with out it Two hearts on down the line Six years on and everything's fine She went to his wedding They talk on the phone They're not in love But they're never alone

MILKY WAY (words & music by E.P. Schwartz) Kicking back on Saturn I see a starship go by and I wonder why chilling out on Io I feel a crying scene go by and I wonder why That out here in the Milky way it feels like rain grabbing a beer on Pluto I feel the crowd turn shy and I wonder why catching some Zzz's on Neptune your leaving hits me broadside and I wonder why That out here in the Milky Way it looks like rain serving life on Planet Earth I kiss another wife goodbye and I wonder why

Another Wednesday cubicle feels the same and third cup of coffee’s going down He feels no movement now his life with no direction and it’s all the same for miles around he keeps rage in tiny places doesn’t know how he got like this he keeps rage ... he keeps rage in tiny places his hands ache to make a fist He hears the chatter like a constant itching causing a pain behind the eyes He had a dream once about light and music now it’s fighting to survive and he keeps rage in tiny places Doesn't see any way out of this he keeps rage.. he keeps rage in tiny places because he's owned and they insist (BRIDGE) But it’s all right he drinks it up on Saturda ynight and he tells his friends I don’t know how much more I can bend one day I just might… And then on Monday… Rage in tiny places working poor and walking dead he keeps rage... he keeps rage in tiny places drinks to quiet the voices in his head The working day ends and he's cramped and buzzing like a wasp inside a jar He can see the movie now his life with a European ending a slow crane shot up from his car

MAKING THINGS (words & music by E.P. Schwartz) Would the last one out please turn off the lights I've been playing for a while now and it's starting to hurt my eyes Don't worry about staying you're not leaving me behind There's no place I'd rather be than on stage when you leave Would the last one out please lock the door I know I'm supposed to leave you wanting more in that equation what's in it for me making things up here for you is where I'm supposed to be 41 and I've never spilled blood on my guitar never dodged a bullet while singing in some bar I guess I'm saying there's some dues I'd like to pay I hope the office isn't closed because I got started so late Would the last one out mind the writer on the floor Gently tilting at windmills and tapping at the door He spent 3 hours in Hollywood one night in June If that's all he can do I guess it's all he can do I'll be the last one out making something at the end please burn up my body and share it with my friends and if you're compelled dump me on the wind then I can be a dust cloud making things again