CONFESSIONS OF A TEENAGE LYCANTHROPE
Bruce Foster
copyright 1981 BSF Music

I got this junket from a junkie
She was sweet but kinda skunky
Proving that a monkey in a suit is still a monkey
Informers are informing me Iím forming a deformity
I hate to face my face when I peer into the mirror

Chorus:
I was only killing time
Trying not to lose my menial meaning or my mind
I was only killing time
A citizen invisible
Until the time is mine again

My best friend was gifted young and Jewish
Now heís dead and kinda bluish
He caught a silver bullet
Running with the pack
And while weíre on the topic
Iím feeling lycanthropic
The moon is getting full
I canít help staring at your neck

I was only killing time
Donít misconstrue my meaning
Iím just leaning on my prime
I was only killing time
This citizenís invisible
until itís killing time again

Bridge:
All my life I feel like Iím just hiding in plain sight
Kindred with the creatures of the night
Hunted like a wolf
Misunderstood and so alone
Now Iíve got to find somebody
Gotta find somebody
Gotta find somebody who would know

Now with all the worldís confusion
The dreams and the delusions
The carrion just carries on
While bedlam is my bed

Apaches are attached to me
Trackers are attacking me
This paranoidís annoyed
And now their F-ing me in effigy

I was only killing time
Donít misconstrue my meaning
While Iím leaning on my prime
I was only killing time
A citizen invisible
Until the time is mine again

Iím a citizen invisible
Until the killing time again

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DEVIL ON THE RUN
Bruce Foster and T.J. Tindall
copyright 1978 BSF Music

Devil on the run
and an angel right beside him
I'm gonna find that girl
I'm gonna be with her
if it's hell or heaven

Sinner with a gun
I'm an angry man behind him
Nobody understands
Nobody gives a damn
but I'm gonna find him

Oh, no you don't
You can't beat the devil at his oldest game
But I swear I'm gonna track that devil down
if it takes til judgment day

Devil on the run
and a woman he befriended
She was my life, you see
she meant the world to me
but my world just ended

Oh, no you don't
you can't beat the devil at his oldest game
If I don't let go it could kill us both, I know
but I can't let her slip away
(repeat verse 1 and chorus)

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PLATINUM HEROES
Bruce Foster
copyright 1976 BSF Music

I remember 1964
There was nothin' playing on the radio
The scene was folky, rock and roll was hokey
Seems the world was at an all time low
Then I saw them singing on the TV
Mop tops shoutin' rock, Mersey beat and harmony

Platinum Heroes, better than gold
loved by the world for the records they sold
Bigger than legends, greater than dreams
hiding in jets and black limousines
I hear the music, I hear the screams
Oh yeah

By '66 all the world let its hair grow
I was there at Shea for their last show
The crowd was screaming, lonely hearts were dreaming
We hid the tears as they turned to go
Then the sergeant snapped us to attention
stood us on our feet and gave us new direction

Platinum Heroes, better than gold
loved by the world for the records they sold
Bigger than legends, greater than dreams
hiding in jets and black limousines
I hear the music, I hear the screams
Oh yeah

We dug for clues back in 1970
They crossed the road but we just couldn't let them be
We saw the hangman, priest, and the prisoner
followed close by the gravedigger
Dropping tabs and playing back hidden incantations
Revelation's # 9
and counting black carnations

Platinum Heroes, better than gold
loved by the world for the records they sold
Greater than legends, bigger than dreams
hiding in jets and black limousines
I hear the music, I hear the screams
Oh yeah
(why must you say bye, bye, bye)
(one, two, three, four, six, seven, all good children go to heaven)

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NOBODY
Bruce Foster
copyright 1978

Who's gonna love you when you're down and done
who's gonna love you when you're blue
Who's gonna want you when your race is run
Nobody - not even you

Who's gonna be there when you need one friend
and you've hurt the ones that loved you true
Who's gonna care about your happy end
Nobody - not even you

When the big flood comes now
what you gonna do
When Noah leaves you home and takes the zoo

When you turn the screws on everybody else
then who's gonna save you from yourself
Nobody, nobody - Nobody - oo

Who's gonna care about your ripe old age
take a look and tell me what you see
Who's gonna care when you lose that pretty face
Nobody - not even me

(instrumental bridge)

So who's gonna love you when you're down and done
Who's gonna love you when you're blue
Who's gonna love ya - who's gonna love ya
Nobody - not even you
Nobody - not even you
Nobody - not even you
not even you

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I'LL PLAY THE FOOL
Bruce Foster
Copyright 1980 BSF Music

I've seen the show - they're never laughing when you go
It's a game you're losing too,
cause while your using me, I'm using you

Oh, you rehearsed it like a play
You'd win my heart then walk away
But now you're here and though I know you don't love me,
know you don't need me

I'll play the fool, I'll play the fool if you want me
I'll play the fool, anytime at all I could take the fall

I've had my dreams - I've got everything I should need
And I've got my love, but sometimes everything ain't enough

You stand between my hopes and fears,
reawakened love's first tears
And now you're here and though I know you don't love me,
know you don't need me

I'll play the fool, I'll play the fool if you want me
I'll play the fool, anytime at all I could take the fall

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CRUISING LINES
Bruce Foster
Copyright 1980 BSF Music

Do you wanna get wild
do you wanna make love tonight
Do you wanna carry on
till the dawn turns on some lights

You're acting cool
while my libido burns
so I'll put this in the simplest terms
do you want, do ya want, do ya want
do ya wanna get right
do you wanna get wild
do you wanna make love tonight

If you want to stick around
we can party til the night is gone
Well, we're goin' to a place
where they rock til they can't go on

You say that you
don't know me well enough
Before the light turns green
I gotta call your bluff
do you want, do ya want, do ya want
do ya wanna get right

Do ya wanna get wild
do ya wanna make love tonight
Do ya wanna laugh and dance
until the broad daylight

I've got a buddy with a place of his own
where we could go before I take you home
so do ya want, do ya want, do ya want
do ya wanna get right
do you wanna get wild
do you wanna make love tonight

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LIVE FAST, LOVE HARD
Bruce Foster
Copyright 1980 BSF Music

I wanna live fast, love hard
you know I'm bound to die real young
Sometimes I feel like breaking out
like a bullet trapped inside a gun

You tell me slow down, straighten out
think about the time to come
I'll never be your working class hero
regretful of a life unsung

You say I don't know what I'm doing
the road I'm on just leads to ruin
I'm bound to get a royal screwing
But let me tell you, I don't feel the same
Sometimes I think this life is just a game
(and I'm playing it to win)

Oh I'm gonna live fast, love hard
you know I'm bound to die real young
You don't understand I'm running for the roses
there's nothing that I'm running from

I wanna see just where the time goes
I'm running where the wild wind blows
I'm look through tomorrow's windows
It doesn't matter just how long I last
the more you live, you just live for your past

You see my life is just a mirror
you see your world, it's joy and terror
How can I make it any clearer
You point your finger and you say I'm bad
but it's the only kind of life I've ever had

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SOUTHERN BELLE
Bruce Foster and Al Lawrence
Copyright 1976 BSF Music

Speeding out of Macon in her daddyís Cadillac
I hear sirens blowiní, yíall, but I ain't lookin' back
Just another mile and Iíll be safe in Caroline
Back at home alone again with Georgia on my mind

Southern Belle, you got me runniní
Like a locomotive off the track
Southern Belle, I know you love it
But I'm never, never cominí back

Never knew what love was til I met that Georgia peach
Even though her daddy tried to keep her out of reach
But I just kept on reachiní, plucking peaches from her tree
And now her daddy wants to pluck a couple things from me

Southern Belle, you got me running
Like a locomotive off the track
Southern Belle, I know you love it
But I'm never, never cominí back

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THE ONE WITH ANGEL EYES
Music: Bruce Foster
Lyrics: Rhonda Lewis and Bruce Foster
Copyright 1981 BSF Music

Too late to run and hide, thereís no way to escape
Iíve seen that look before on my very own face
Youíre gonna fall in love in just one minute flat
It wouldnít be the first time it happened like that

So beware of good loving
When it creeps up in the night
You can leap into the fire
when it looks like paradise
So watch out for the ones with Angel Eyes

Youíre lost in her smile and so hypnotized
She whimpers in your ear all those innocent sighs
Sheís trained you like a dog, she leads you by the paws
Sheíll make you sit and beg for every bone sheíll toss

So beware of good loving
When it creeps up in the night
You can leap into the fire when it looks like paradise
So watch out for the ones with Angel Eyes

Sheíll swear it on her life, swear it on her love
Promise you the earth and maybe heaven above
The faces maybe change but the storyís still the same
Youíre jumping into love and falling in the game

So beware of good loving
When it creeps up in the night
You can leap into the fire when it looks like paradise
So watch out for the ones with Angel Eyes

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COME SATURDAY NIGHT
Bruce Foster
Copyright 1981 BSF Music

Thereís something out in the air
and the nightís are getting clearer
I hear the sound everywhere
of the weekend drawing nearer

Thereís music out in the streets
and itís calling for me
I reach the end of the week
and Iím finally free

Come Saturday Night, Come Saturday Night
gonna find some magic
falling down from the moonlight
Come Saturday Night, Come Saturday Night
gonna find some love
to shine a light on my life
Yeah, itís gonna come Saturday Night

Feeling barely alive
and the days drag by so slowly
putting up with the jive
and the nights are getting lonely

Thereís music out in the streets
and itís calling for me
I reach the end of my week
and Iím finally free

Come Saturday Night, Come Saturday Night
gonna find some magic
falling down from the moonlight
Come Saturday Night, Come Saturday Night
gonna find some love
to shine a light on my life
Yeah, itís gonna come Saturday Night

Címon, címon, címon, címon and save me
Címon, címon, címon you gotta come through

(chorus)

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INTO THE NIGHT
Bruce Foster
Copyright 1980 BSF Music

Screaming out in their cars, from the alleys and the bars
Spinning dizzy like the stars, flying into the night
All the poets and the pipers, all the vamps and the vipers
All the saints and the snipers, flying into the night
Flying into the night, flying into the night

They only come out at night, I've heard it said
Some get loved, some get to sleep, and some get dead
Night magic has found us, spinning all around us
Pushing us onward, baby we'll fly like...

Orphans of the daylight, fly to the womb of the nether night
Sweet mother of midnight, flying into the night
Flying into the night, flying into the night

(guitar solo)

Suzi, get up and get dressed, we're going down town
I got two barrels waiting, saying I can shake 'em down
Night magic has found us, spinning all around us
Baby we're gonna, baby we're gonna...

Fly like a night wing, gonna strike like lightning
And the prey is waiting, flying into the night
Flying into the night, flying into the night

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THE LAW OF THE JUNGLE
Bruce Foster and Steven Mosley
Copyright 1978 BSF Music

You better look out, watch your step, itís the law of the jungle
Behind the desk, behind the wheel, itís the law of the jungle

Everybody in this world will do you in, if they can
Like the lion and the tiger and the hairy Ďrangutan
Claw their way into your life, damn near put you on a plate
But like a Christian in the ring, you know itís too late

Watch out, you better look out, itís the law of the jungle
Out on safari, out on the street, itís the law of the jungle

They stalk you through the alleys to the streets of your life
They wait around the corner with a blackjack or a knife
So you go and take karate, looking out for number one
and some King Kong man wastes you with a rented gun

Look out, watch your step, itís the law of the jungle
Behind the desk, behind the wheel, itís the law of the jungle

(guitar solo)

You better look out, watch your step, itís the law of the jungle
If youíre in business or just in love, itís the law of the jungle

Jane was in the river with a dozen crocodiles
Tarzan comes along, heís gonna save her in style
He comes swinging real low, gonna get her just in time
Then you know who went and grabbed the wrong vine

Better look out watch your step, itís the law of the jungle

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MAN WITH A DRAGON
Bruce Foster
Copyright 1976 and 1996 BSF Music

There is a man who lives with a dragon
in a China town
People in town bow to the dragon
when he comes around

"Peace and accord
to you and your dragon, too"
"Peace and accord
to you and your dragon, too"

Grandfather smiles, green dragon dances
in the big parade
Dark eyes that shine, small arms akimbo
and young grandson say
"Someday soon, I have a dragon, too"
"Someday quite soon, I have a dragon, too"

Leaders of the world
you see youíre just like dragons
fighting fire with fire
Children of the world
you see your freedomís here today
and gone with the wind
like a pin in a thin balloon

Young man has grown,
old man grows weary
grandson takes the crown
People once free, bow to the dragon
when he comes around

"Peace and accord
to you and your dragon, too"
"Peace and accord
to you and your dragon, too"

Leaders of the world
you see youíre just like dragons
fighting fire with fire
Children of the world
you see your freedomís here today
and gone with the wind
like a pin in a thin balloon

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