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"Off the Rack" - Music and Lyrics by Philip Morrison - Copyright 2005 Lyric Verse 1: I'm living with a girl who looks at her man Only seeing what a prince he could be It's not enough for me to be what I am I must be the perfect dream she conceives When I fail to live up to her vision of the perfect male She plies her needle steadily, tries to change me detail by detail Well (Chorus 1) Chorus 1: I don't wanna be no patch work man I don't need a tailor I'm strictly off the rack Try me on for size If I feel alright Please don't customize But leave me as I am No alterations necessary Verse 2 Try thinking to myself Good thoughts are attached When she sends me her helpful, little hints She doesn't understand Her hints are hi-jacked In their place another message is sent She won't love me for me I'm a shadow of her prince so fine With drastic alterations I'd resemble her figment of mind. Well (Chorus 2) Chorus 2 I don't wanna be no patch work man I don't need a tailor I'm strictly off the rack Try me on for size If I feel alright Please don't customize But leave me as I am No alterations necessary Bridge When we go to see her friends Pinpricks become intense Your shirt is not tucked in Man, you're out of shape Those pants will make people stare Purple is your color if you are a grape D'ya win that tie at the fair When talking to my friends Would you please be smart Be a listener for awhile And, Honey, have some fun It's no funeral march They'd like you more if you smiled She'd be more the be-all/end-all If she brought her Barbie's Ken doll Verse 3 I'm packing up to leave Had more than enough Should have left her countless mind-games ago Just so, I have some doubts "Am I being rough on the girl who in this world I love most When I've hoped for someone wholly grounded in reality Am I just as guilty of indulging in crazed fantasy Well (Chorus 3) Chorus 3 Gotta leave the girl for one cold fact I can't stand a tailor I'm strictly off the rack Try me on for size If I don't feel right You can't customize So leave me as I am No alterations are allowed here.

"Shadow and Sunlight" - Music and Lyric by Philip Morrison - Copyright 2008 Lyric A Shadow shows but his profile It's his nature not just his style But, there's enough of him placed on display To pique the interest of women who come his way What they say they like But, what gets them really psyched Is that which seems forbidden to all A glimpse of What Is Hidden A Sunlight draws out the shy types When she dances, they show their stripes Not even tough nuts find strength to endure Her heat and out pour the secrets they thought were secure It's a point of pride That there's nothing they can hide Not when she's so hard-driven to get A glimpse of what is hidden B When they latch eyes on Each other, there's one Terrific battle for full control For Sunlight must know What Shadow can't show Though he would give her his very soul He seems hard-headed She's single-threaded It won't be Heaven It won't be dull A When you look on the faces Of steep cliffs, watch for their traces See the rocks take on all shades of pink And red as Sunlight gives Shadow a nudge and a wink Shadow bends and twists Wants to give but must resist On goes the war to give and to get A glimpse of what is hidden

"It's Saturday Night" - Music and Lyrics by Philip Morrison - Copyright 2008 Lyric A With one full night's rest We're all at our best The problems this week fade from sight. We spend the night on the town Where we can party down It's Saturday night A The air becomes charged With Puck's impish charms And Puck might decide Love should light On two who have never touched Two who don't know their luck It's Saturday night B And, my Love's beside me We're both content To watch Puck play joyfully And think on when We were the lucky ones touched by First Love A We leave hand-in-hand And talk of the band And up-coming earthly delights Our hearts bathe in afterglow Of Heavenly long agos Those Saturday nights

"The Middle Man" - Music and Lyrics by Philip Morrison Copyright 2008 Lyric: A I start by attaching myself to naive but creative souls Who enable our daily lives Or enhance what makes life worthwhile They're the farmers and doctors The painters and authors The List could drone on I somehow get them to give me work Something small they could do themselves And far better than I could do But they rationalize That they need all their time To create, leaving me to play The fools don't know they've screwed themselves For I'll make them depend on me Then I'll charge them an irksome fee To the point where I'm living high off them While keeping them just fat enough to leave things as they are Well, a man's got to live A It's not enough to maintain I must build on the gains I've made To secure my life's lease on shade And ensure my kids get the same Then perfect the career path Which thrives sucking dry Others blood sweat and tears But, to achieve this I must grease palms Make damn sure that the right bills pass Should kiss fail then I'll bite some ass Cash is carrot and stick to a law-making prick I'll pull strings, make the laws require You deal with mine or one of mine With a license to siphon off Three of five cents from every slob I'll have money to place a stooge Per seat in umpteen congresses All paid to pass the laws I want I'll be firmly ensconced. A Then I'll deliver the master stroke Tell the farmers what crops to grow And the doctors what drugs to push And the artists what works I'll sell They'll create to my taste Or they'll starve and post-haste I shall have full control With all of government under thumb Truly rendered blind, deaf, and dumb To the plight of creative ones All who make things shall slave For my profit and say Not a word For they won't be heard And then I'll reach my true life's goal To be lord of a vast estate Worked by plebes who all know their place And, my kingdom shall have no end I'll pass my kin the deeds to land and plebes Who'll slave without a peep What a great legacy! Tag: Who's grabbed hold of your fate Who is behind this evil plan Now that it's too late I'll tell you I'm the middle man.

"What Might Have Been" - Music and Lyrics by Philip Morrison Copyright 2008 Lyric A We first met in autumn splendor You and he still shared one name Though sparks struck tinder I put out the flame Put out what might have been A I could sense your bonds were bow-tied With one jerk, they'd come un-done To sink so low I'd taint the joy I'd won I'd taint what might have been B In my dreams, we hadn't met Til your soul was free You'd left him or better yet Your life's one love was saved for me. A' You and he went on together I delayed, ear to the ground Seemed like I'd never Hear that you had found He was the worst royal pain yet to be crowned Then when the word came I was westward-bound I longed for Fall and then I pondered Might-Have-Been Today I dream what might have been Tag: Might Have Been

"Eventually" - Music and Lyrics by Philip Morrison - 2016 Lyric A Rise o'dark thirty, run daily Floss, breakfast, eat gluten free I'd form good habits no fail, see But for one word, "eventually" A Mend broken fences, see old friends Vote, protest, build fambly Good seeds, when cast to the four winds Die on hard ground, eventually B Who knows what wonders I'd do for mankind If I'd just blast myself off my behind All kinds of awesome, heroic feats come to mind A' I'd write the next great American novel Cure cancer, bottle up rising sea As prez, I'd make greedy plutocrats grovel By breaking oligopoly Of course, it's all insane fantasy For I can't get past "Eventually" You're my Red Baron "Eventually" Curse you, "Eventually"

"Angel With Dirty Wings" Music and Lyrics by Philip Morrison Copyright 2008 Lyric A You're green as a sapling Which sprouted just last spring You put too much trust in others like a child But weeds take advantage When they're not managed Cute kudzu can kill you if you let it run wild A I've roamed thieves' encampments Where flim-flam runs rampant I still have my skin and now I've gotten wise To cheats who heap caca Make you all ga-ga Then snag all your money while you sit mesmerized B To slip those fast-fingered Joes Who'd pick-pocket all your dough Just set me beside you And call me your angel with dirty wings You won't be a shill for love Or empty your till for love If you'd let me guide you And call me your angel with dirty wings If life's about who you know I'll hook you up with some pros My friends in high places Owe big to this angel with dirty wings I give my advice for free To those who've been good to me God knows you deserve it So call me your angel with dirty wings Tag: Just call me your angel with dirty wings.