Here are the lyrics to some of the songs I've written. I'm always working on a new one, so I'll try to add them as I write them.

As I'm getting other people's songs and poetry submitted to me, this page is getting a little too big, so I set up a different page. Check out the poems and lyrics of some fellow surfers.

Just About Time To Go Home
S. Pack 7/15/98

Down on Broadway the nights are long
And the guitar man has got another song
Old bar stool and a microphone
And it’s just about time to go home

A mayonaise jar and a dollar bill
You think she won’t but I bet she will
Better go and pay my bill
Cause it’s just about time to go home

Last I looked it was past midnight
There's an empty glass with some melted ice
I just tap my foot in time on the hardwood floor
I know I've been here too long
But I’ll just stay for one more song
Cause it’s way past just about time to go home

Down on Broadway time goes by
I checked my watch and rubbed my eye
I’ve had my laughs and almost cried
And it’s just about time to go home

The brown eyed girl in the corner there
Smiled and waved and twirled her hair
I leaned back and tipped my chair
And it’s just about time to go home

Last I looked it was past midnight
There's an empty glass with some melted ice
I just tap my foot in time on the hardwood floor
I know I've been here too long
I’ll just stay for one more song
Cause it’s way past just about time to go home

Yes I come here often
No I didn’t catch your name
It’s been a real good show, but I sure gotta go
Do you think we could meet here again?

Last I looked it was past midnight
There's an empty glass with some melted ice
I just tap my foot in time on the hardwood floor
I know I've been here too long
I’ll just stay for one more song
Cause it’s way past just about time to go home

The Cry
S. Pack

Sittin in a smoky little bar room, Old guitars and cadillacs
People walk by and they all stop and stare, But once they're gone they never look back
I wonder why the world is so unconcerned. Nobody cares about nobody else
Good times good wine and memories are good for a while and then stuck on a shelf
This is the story of a lonely man. Each night he sits next to me in this room
Some say he once was a millionaire, slept on gold ate from a silver spoon
Now he ain't got money or nothin to show. Just one lonely seat next to me in this bar
And drink after drink drowns his memory as he cries to the sound of a lonely guitar
He cries for the lovers with no one to love
He prays that he'll stand tall when push comes to shove
He cries for the poets who's words wouldn't rhyme
He prays for his own life cause it's so out of line
Now he's all alone and don't know where to go, so he rambles away down the dirty gray street
All the good times from long since past float away in the midsummer heat
He cries for forgiveness when he sees what he's done
He prays that he'll make it through one more setting sun
He cries till his poor eyes are weary and red
He prays for his sad soul and puts a bullet in his head....

Monterey Saturday Nights
S. Pack
It's Saturday evening in the Tennesse hills
You can smell the fires burnin from the moonshiner's stills
Guitars are playin in the great Appalachians
On a Monterey Saturday night
It's Saturday evenin, gonna round up the boys
Gonna throw back some cold ones and make us some noise
We're gonna chase all the women and shoot out the lights
On a Monterey Saturday night.
That's the way that it goes on a Saturday night
Up high on the hill in the city of lights
On the Monterey Mountain way up in the sky
Where the grass grows uncommonly high
Officer Murphy wears his badge like a crown
Pulls em all over says "You better slow down"
"Hey boy - you been drinkin? You been to a bar?"
"Put your hands up - step out of the car."
That's the way that it goes on a Saturday night
Up high on the hill in the city of lights
On the Monterey Mountain way up in the sky
Where the grass grows uncommonly high
Well sometimes I wonder how we ever survived
All the late nights and bar fights, the drinks and the drives
All the smokin and jokin and flashing blue lights
On a Monterey Saturday night
That's the way that it goes on a Saturday night
Up high on the hill in the city of lights
On the Monterey Mountain way up in the sky
Where the grass grows uncommonly high.

Roy's Condo
S. Pack and Joel Thompson
He said his name was Roy and he asked me about Hollywood
And a friend that we both met out there last summer in July.
He has a condo down in Jacksonville where we all go
And sit around the couch sometimes and watch the cars go by.
We all make sandwiches and watch tv I talk to Roy he talks to me
And we all laugh and still I don't know why.
I would kill for a condo down in Jacksonville to call my own
But I don't make enough per year to pay the loan.
So I'll just keep my little house and hang out on the couch
And play Nintendo with all my friends and dream about Roy's condo.
Someday soon I'll sell my house and go back down to Jacksonville
I'll talk to Roy, he'll talk to me and then we'll laugh some more.
Maybe then we'll go downtown and buy a round and meet some girls
We'll talk to them they'll talk to us and go back to Roy's condo.

Georgia Left Virginia
About fifteen years ago I moved to Virginia from New Mexico
Looking for a woman to tie me down.
Playing shows in local bars, I saved enough to buy a car.
I met a girl named Georgia. She tied me down.
With golden hair and eyes that shined, we always had a real good time
Georgia and me got married on a Sunday night
We were young and had our fun. We bought a house and raised a son
Georgia always made me feel all right
But then the rain came crashing down one spring night in that Virginia town
And Georgia took off with another man
And now for fifteen years I've been fighting hard to hold the tears
I guess she didn't expect me to understand
[Chorus]
Georgia left Virginia on a train to Caroline
She didn't even stop to say goodbye
And God knows I've missed her since she moved on down the line
And everyday I still call her name and cry
[End Chorus]
It's been thirty years or so since I moved from New Mexico
And lost the only true love of my life
For thirty years I've walked these halls. I've sat and stared at these four walls
And wondered whatever happened to my wife

What Does It Matter At All

Old man Joe Kinnard
Went Down to the Stockyard
For a big game of five card for money
Well they all sat around
And they laid the cards down
And Joe shook his head with a frown

He tried cheatin' the cheaters
But their game was sweeter
And their cheatin' was neater than his was
I never heard what he said
He was already dead
With a forty five slug in his head

{Chorus}
There's losers and winners
The saints and the sinners
There's pickers and grinners on alcohol
The fat and the fatter
Just sit, chit and chatter
But what does it matter at all?
{End Chorus}

Old Joe was a good one
The son of a good son
But he never did have fun in summer
His blood ran true red
The day he fell dead
With a forty five slug in his head

Old Joe was a loner
An afternoon stoner
But now he's a goner for good
He was dead on a Sunday
And buried on Monday
And he left his poor wife with the kids

{Chorus}

Well the insurance check
Got his wife out of debt
And she met a man named Fred Simmons
She said, "So tell me Fred"
"What old man Joe said"
"When you pointed that gun at his head."

Well they split up the money
And Fred acted funny
He said, "Honey, I'll see you in Rio"
She never heard what he said
She was already dead
With a forty five slug in her head.

{Chorus}

{Repeat Chorus}

Outer Space Primate 9/01/97
okay, so maybe Prine'll be mad

All (C) these monkeys (G) on my back
Almost (C) gave me a (G)heart attack
And (C)I ain't ever (G)goin back to the (D)farm
Someone(C)said they (G)saw my face
Somewhere(C) in ano(G)ther place
It coul(C)d've been in out(G)er space where I was bo(D)rn
{Chorus}

I'm swing(C)ing through the ju(D)ngle on my vi(G)ne
I'm swimm(C)ing in my he(D)ad from all the wi(G)ne
I'm mo(C)ving away to wa(D)rmer climate
(G)I'm the outer (C)space primate
And wh(G)en I'm flyin' hi(D)gh I feel just fi(G)ne

{End Chorus}

When I'm way up in the sky
I dot my t's and cross my eyes
I speak the truth and tell you lies all the time
Sometimes I get awful bored
So I hang around the grocery store
I listen to the old men snore in time

{Repeat Chorus}

And when my feet leave the ground
I fly away without a sound
All my friends just hang around and cry
They shade their eyes and watch me go
Like a one man band without a show
I think I'll go to Mexico and die

{Repeat Chorus}

{Repeat 1st Verse}

{Repeat Chorus}

The Consequence 9/06/97

[Intro] C F G C

(F)Hello Sunshine (G)make my day
It (C)seems that (C/A)things work (Am)out this way
(F)Time still flies
And the (G)clock keeps telling (C)lies (C)(C6)(C)
(C)(C6)(C)When (F)dawn wakes up I (G)know I'm late
So I (C)sneak in (C/A)through the (Am)backyard gate
And I (F)hold my tongue
Cause (G)She knows what I've (C)done (C)(C6)(C)

{Chorus}
Hey (G)nobody told me
(F) About the (C)consequence
(G)Nobody said I'd (F)ever feel this (C)way (C)(C6)(C)
(F)Nobody told me (C)about the end
When (F)lonliness is (C)your best friend
And (F)silence starts the (G)night that ends the (C)day
(C)(C6)(C) (C)(C6)(C)
{End Chorus}

I tiptoe through the kitchen door
She's asleep on the bedroom floor
With the TV on
And the understanding gone
I sit down in the kitchen chair
And run my fingers through my hair
And close my eyes
While the air conditioner cries

{Chorus}

Broken dreams don't count for much
When you're out of time and out of touch
And the memories
Bring you to your knees
Dusty pictures on the walls
And a telephone that never calls
And an old gold ring
That just don't mean a thing

{Chorus}

At least I've still got cigarettes
And a music box that pirouettes
And a big ole hole
In the middle of my soul
I got a radio that sings me songs
And friends that always stay too long
A tortured mind
And a little too much time

{Chorus}

I'm writing every day, so I'll try to post new songs here regularly. If you have any songs or poetry you would like to have on the net, email me and I'll post them for you.
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