Come Anytime
(Dave Faulkner)

What is it you want from me?
There isn’t much I will not do.
If it’s only company
You know, I might need that too.
Won’t you

Come anytime – I’m a man of leisure,
Come anytime, I await your pleasure.

There’s nothing new beneath the sun
We’ve butchered every sacred cow
Don’t tell me about all the things you might have done
Just tell me what are you doing now – right now.

Come anytime, I won’t give you pressure
Come anytime – I can wait forever
And if you can’t make up your mind
We could make it up together.

Things like this happen every day
Whatever happens, it’s O.K.
Why be afraid when we’ve got it made –
I’ll never ask you to explain.

What is it you want from me?
You won’t shock me easily.
Maybe it’s your heart’s desire,
Maybe it’s your wildest dream,
Maybe I’m a gun-for-hire but,
Baby, don’t we make quite a team, Don’t we?
Don’t we?

Come anytime (you’re so inclined) I won’t give you trouble
Come anytime (you’re going blind) or you’re seeing double
And I have never been the kind who’d want to
Burst your bubble.

Come anytime.

Another World
(Dave Faulkner)

God only knows how far you’ve come
It must be light years from here
Some distant star you call “the sun”.
Does someone miss you back there?

Another world is calling you.
Another world is coming through.

You look like me, you talk like me
I could believe you’re human!
But, late at night, I catch your eye
And I know what you’re thinking:

Another world is calling you.
Another world is coming through.
Calling you to come home.

You can’t escape from gravity,
For you, this earth’s a prison.
What I would call “human” in me
For you would be “perversion”.

Another world is calling you.

Axegrinder
(Dave Faulkner/Rick Grossman/Mark Kingsmill/Brad Shepherd)

My edge is keen and I’ve honed my skill.
I’ve got nerves of steel and an iron will.
My skin is bronze, my trim is chrome,
Climb aboard – I’ll drive you home.
I’m a silver – tongued devil with a heart of gold,
When I was made they broke the mould.
My blood runs hot, like molten lead,
Pump you full – I’m gonna knock you dead.

I don’t mince words, I spit ’em out.
I won’t leave room for any doubt.
Get to the point, stop splitting hairs
That ain’t getting either of us anywhere.
Sometimes it’s better to be blunt
But is this some kind of publicity stunt?
So far you’ve whet my appetite,
Do you wanna grind with me tonight?

Axegrinder, I’m not famous for my tact.
Axegrinder, I’ve gotta sharpen up my act.
Axegrinder, try and see things through my eyes.
Everything and everyone gets cut back down to size.

On the brink of who knows what?
We’ve gotta strike while the iron’s hot.
l can hold your hand, try to guide you through
But I can’t make your moves for you.

Axegrinder.
Axegrinder.
Axegrinder, try and see things through my eyes.
Everything and everyone gets cut back down to size.

I swing my blade – that’s how it’s done.
Don’t stop me now, I’ve only just begun.
I was told when I was young
I wouldn’t work in an iron lung.
Now I’ve learned a trick or two:
I’m working up a sweat for you.
Sweat for you.
For you. You!

Axegrinder.
Axegrinder.
Axegrinder, I’m not famous for my tact.
Axegrinder, I’ve gotta sharpen up my act.
Axegrinder.
Axegrinder.

Shadow Me
(Dave Faulkner)

I was counting on you being there,
Hoping you would shield me from the glare.

Shadow me.
Shadow me.
Shadow me.
I have lived in shadows all my life.

I’ve been waiting an eternity
For tonight to spread it’s arms and comfort me.

Shadow me.
Shadow me.
Shadow me.
I have lived in shadows all my life.

Things we did together yesterday
Feel more like twenty years ago.
Oh, baby, I never lied,
I told you my hands were tied all the time.
You said “That’ll be fine.”

Shadow me.
Shadow me.
Shadow me.
You’re the only shadow in my life.

Like the mariners from ages past,
I steer my way through trackless seas by the light of stars.

Shadow me.
Shadow me.
Shadow me.
I have lived in shadows all my life.

Only lived in shadows.
Always lived in shadows.
Won’t you be my shadow?

Glamourpuss
(Dave Faulkner)

Get a load of him! What a Nature Boy!
Always shaking hands with the unemployed.
He looks like he could shit an asteroid.
Jumped up, pumped up,
Popping hormone pills,
He’s got the biceps, triceps.
Got the healthy look that kills.
Too bad.

Who’s that girl? She’s a living Barbie doll!
In her plastic world, “Barbie” takes control.
Facelift, electrolysis
No hair out of place
Brain twist barbiturates,
She’s got an evil beauty case.
Too bad,
So sad.

Well, ain’t you the glamourpuss!
Look so good it’s dangerous.
Ain’t you the glamourpuss,
You’re less than amorous to me.

So long, glamourpuss, we might meet again
But if I was you, I wouldn’t hold my breath ’til then
Though I wish you would ’til the year, say, 2010!
Beefcake, cheesecake
Make me lick my lips.
Junk food pulchritude
Goes straight to my hips.
Skin deep, thrill seek
Amounts to less than zip.
I’m glad.

Glamourpuss!
I said, ooh, Glamourpuss!

All The Way
(Dave Faulkner)

Hey, Hey, Hey! Take me all the way.
Hey, Hey, Hey! Take me all the way.

Maybe I’ve been leading you nowhere,
We won’t know until we arrive,
Either way we’re certain of one thing,
We know we’re alive.
Maybe I’m the wrong person for you?
Wonder if I’ll ever be right?
You won’t wish for anyone better,
Not after tonight.

Hey, Hey, Hey! Take me all the way.
Hey, Hey, Hey! Take me all the way.

Life could never teach me its lessons,
I knew the words but I couldn’t spell,
Now you’ve taught me forwards and backwards,
I’m learning too well.
Do we care if anyone sees us?
We won’t be the first or the last!
Making love wherever we please,
The sign says “keep off the grass”
So we sleep on the grass.

Maybe unkind
But, baby, unwind.
You’re too tight.
You’re too tight.
You can lose your grip tonight.

Could be I’m the wrong person for you,
Wonder if I’ll ever be right?
You won’t wish for anyone better,
Not after tonight.
I said, nit after tonight.

Hey, Hey, Hey! Take me all the way.
Hey, Hey, Hey! Take me all the way.
Hey, Hey, Hey! All the way.
Hey, Hey, Hey! All the way.

Baby Can Dance (Pts. II-IV)
(Brad Shepherd/Dave Faulkner)

Baby can dance, ooh, she’s a good girl
Baby tries hard, I love the way she moves
Baby can move, I never guessed
That one day she’d steal my heart away.
Her hips slide so wild.

Look at her now, she’s almost impossible
Can’t turn away, my soul is hers to take
My soul is hers, I live in hope and fear
Where do we go from here ?
She sure can dance…
She won’t have to ask me twice.

I’m without her
I think about her every day and night.
I’ve been dreamin’ (and)
Almost believe that everything’s alright.

Baby don’t care, she’s got me beside myself
She does it so well she’s all I’m thinking of.
Look at her now but why should I pretend?
Man, she’s the living end…l can’t turn away…

Baby can dance.

I’m without her
I think about her every day and night.
I’ve been dreamin’ (and)
Almost believe that everything’s alright.
I’m without her
I think about her every day and night.
Dreaming like a fool
That it’s alright.

Baby can dance.
Baby tries hard.
Baby can move, I never guessed
That one day she’d steal my heart away.
She sure could dance.

I Don’t Know Anything
(Dave Faulkner)

I’ve got a lot to learn
And bridges that I still have not burned.
UntiI I find a way
I’ll only end up back where I am today but

I don’t know anything,
I don’t know anything at all.
I don’t know anything,
Not much at all.

I know that I ain’t smart,
I get tangled up in the strings of my heart
So tight I cannot breathe.
I’d cut them if I knew what was good for me, but

I don’t know anything,
I don’t know anything at all.
I don’t know anything,
Not much at all.

I must be the king of fools,
A court jester making rhymes in nursery school,
Like, Jack be nimble, Jack be quick,
You can blow my candle, Jack, if you
teach me how to light my wick, ’cause
I don’t know anything.

I don’t know anything,
I don’t know anything at all.
I don’t know anything,
Not much at all.

Where’s That Hit?
(Dave Faulkner)

Bases are loaded,
Two out and you’re at the plate.
Time to start swinging
“Don’t think too hard, son, you’ll be great.”

You know about pressure.
Two down and you’re on the brink.
The stadium’s shouting
So loud you can’t hear yourself think.

(Strike One!) Let’s play ball!
(Strike Two!) – One bad call.

Just up from the minors
A kid with potential, they said.
You’ve dreamed of this moment,
One game you’ll never forget.

(Ball!) Ball one: now you spit
(Ball!) – Ball two: Where’s that hit?

Bottom of the ninth, it depends on you.
You can save the game – you can lose it too.
You could make your name when you get that hit.
Winners never quit waiting for that hit

Remember in high school
The way you could knock’em all dead?
Now you’re in the big league,
A man with a price on his head.

The pitcher is winding-
You pop behind third: it falls safe.
You’re getting your timing.
Another like that, you’re on base.

(Ball!) Ball three – this is it!
(Foul ball!) Foul back: where’s that hit?

Here you are at Shea, your hearts in your throat
Will you make the grade? Will you miss the boat?
Hero of the day – Hero, or the goat?
Winners never quit waiting for that hit.
Where’s that hit?

Death In The Afternoon
(Dave Faulkner)

Death in the afternoon,
Oh no, it seems to me to be so inhuman
Death in the afternoon,
Oh no, and I guess we all should have seen it coming.

Everybody’s always saying things are changing
And not a minute, not a second too soon.
I’ve been looking ’round but only see the same thing,
Another death in the afternoon.

Death in the afternoon,
Oh no, and there’s murder in the hearts of many
And blood on the hands of few,
Oh no, and the pity is, there isn’t any.

In a carnival that never, ever closes
There’s no shortage of faceless victims.
Sure it’s a freak show but, honey, ain’t that showbiz?
Convince yourself you’re so different.
You are.

Human suffering makes good entertainment
If you can package it all up neatly.
Let all the media boys make the arrangements,
The truth gets covered completely.

Death in the afternoon,
Oh no, and it’s coast-to-coast on all the networks
And into your living room.
The ancient Romans took out all the guesswork.

Death in the afternoon,
Oh no, and there’s murder in the hearts of many
And blood on the hands of few,
Oh no, and the pity is, there isn’t any.

Death in the afternoon
Oh no.
Death in the afternoon
Oh no.
Oh no.
No.