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© 1979 Neal
Gladstone

There’s a place our leaders know
Its code name is Oasis
It’s 2000 feet below
The White House of all places
A magic palace underground
Where all the comforts can be found
In case the Russians get around
To trying to erase us
Self contained in every way
And totally protected
That’s why our leaders get so brave
Once they have been elected
Gourmet food and vintage wines
Astrograss and plastic pines
Movies, golf and concubines
Should they become dejected
Oh Oasis it’s a comfort knowing
When the earth is barren, burnt
And glowing
Our great leaders will survive
To keep our way of life alive
Satisfied that we made
A good showing
So let’s all live in constant fear
That someone will attack us
And build a million bombs a year
Lest our defense relaxes
And if at last we go to war
Well that’s what our defense is for
And that should prove forever more
They didn’t waste our taxes

© 1986 Neal
Gladstone
and Bob Behling
I’m and ordinary person
Drifting through this universe
Where I come from where I go
How I got here I don’t know
I don’t have much but I’ve go plenty
Lots of people don’t have any
I share a house with wife and cat
Now who could ask for more than that
Chorus
Ordinary life I don’t mind it
Ordinary life’s alright with me
Ordinary life is where you find it
I don’t mind the ordinary life
Sometimes I get out of touch
Sometimes I have drink too much
Me and the wife we have a fight
But we make up and it’s alright
Smiling preacher on TV
Tells me what I should believe
For salvation when I die
If I am not satisfied
Life for some is not so sweet
They don’t have enough to eat
We ask you to lend a hand
But what you do is what you can

© 1982 Neal
Gladstone

You’re a practical man with your feet firmly on the earth
You’re the kind of man who says that love’s more trouble
than it’s worth
Then one day you meet a sweet young thing,
a little kiss and a walk in the rain…
You can go or stay, but either way, there’s gonna be
some pain
CHORUS
Pain, pain, pain, everybody knows it by name
It’s the final verse, the ancient curse,
the weight at the end of the chain
Pain, pain, pain, it’s enough to drive a body insane
But it’s the price of life, so why should I complain?
You’re a hard-working man, then a rich uncle passes away
Now you don’t want to blow your new-found dough so you
hire a CPA
You were poor before, but at least you could sleep
Now you worry about that capital gain
The market falls, your broker calls
You’re gonna have some pain
CHORUS
Bridge:
Sticks and stones can break your bones
And nasty words can hurt you
And no used part can mend your heart
When one you love deserts you
And ad campaigns and fast food chains
Are always there to con you
While various bacteria feed on you
You’re a family man, just trying to do what’s right
But you lose your job, get a little drunk, and stay out
late one night
Your wife decides to leave you, and your son joins the
army in Spain
It’s not your day, what can I say, you’re gonna have
some pain
Pain pain pain everybody knows it by name
It’s the final verse, the ancient curse, the kidney stone,
the broken bone
The market crash, the stolen cash, the dentist drill,
the doctor bill
The night in jail, the bathroom scale, the losing horse,
the third divorce,
CHORUS

© 1983 Neal
Gladstone

Raise up the dead for your money
Ask them for their sacrifice
And raise up the dead for weapons
I want nothing to do with your lies
Tell them you speak for the children
Argue an eye for an eye
And raise up the dead for your weapons
I want nothing to do with your lies
You speak of freedom
And you speak of peace
While you keep shortening the fuse
On those dark weapons
That you built to defend us
That we must never use
And what will you do with the billions
How many lives will it buy?
And raise up the dead for your weapons
I want nothing to do with your lies
I’ve heard your promises for so long now
But I’m still as hungry as I was
For all those benefits that came to you
That never came to us
And when the last city is burning
How many tears will you cry?
I said raise up the dead for your weapons
I want nothing to do with your lies

© 1984 Neal
Gladstone

Come on, people, there’s hell to pay
We’ve got demons on the hill
If we keep turning our backs this way
The Reaper’s knocking
If we don’t stop him, no one ever will
And there ain’t no doubt about it
Time to stand up and shout about it
If you’ve got spirit, let that spirit show
It’s time to say NO NO NO
Come on, people, there’s work to do
This madness can’t go on
If you think someone’s gonna fight for you
You must be dreamin’, your mind needs cleanin’
You’ve been asleep too long
And there ain’t no doubt about it
Time to stand up and shout about it
There’s just one planet, nowhere else to go
It’s time to say NO NO NO
Come on, people, stand up and fight
Your back’s against the wall
This ain’t no time to be polite
While we been sleeping
The poison’s leaking
The Reaper’s come to call
And there ain’t no doubt about it
Time to stand up and shout about it
If we don’t stop it the whole damn thing could blow
It’s time to say NO NO NO

© 1978 Neal
Gladstone

Melody, melody stay with me for a while
Thundering, whispering
Filling the night with the spark and the light of a
Harmony calling me, carry me once again
Have you a tune that I can borrow
For a song?
I can hear your love
Climbing to C above
So high to be tripping on ebony
What can I do
To show my love for you
As time flows free from you to me
Melody, melody,
Stay with me a while
You’ve been wandering, hungering
Scattered and lost in the gathering dust of a
Memory finally someone has come along
To set you free and give you reason
For a song
I can feel your love
Climbing to C above
So high to be tripping on ebony

© 1973 Neal
Gladstone
and Michael Koss
Hilda led the cheering in the rain
Morris caught the pass that won the game
Hilda looked at Morris thru the crowd
Very loud
They knew their lives would never be the same
Morris bought a beer to celebrate
Hilda bought a dress and set the date
Hilda warned him not to go too far
It was hard
He wants her but his conscience made him wait
Wee oo wee oo wee oo wee oo wee
They’re flying to Greece for the honeymoon
Wee oo wee oo wee oo wee oo wee
They’ll live in a cottage
With a white picket fence
And a stream running close by the door
The bride came down the aisle in virgin white
The inlaws were suspicious but polite
The organist played Mendelsohn with care
Only fair
And Morris dreamed about the wedding night
Dad perspired and gave away the bride
Aunt Minerva bit her lip and cried
Hilda took the ring and said I do
And so do you
And every heart felt happiness inside

© 1980 Neal
Gladstone

It’s time for that vacation you’ve been planning for
a year
You pack the station wagon with fishing poles and beer
You drive for fifteen hours to Lake Winhatcheekoo
The kids are all excited; the dog’s excited too
You check out every campground till you find the perfect
spot
You think of Harvey Pickleman and all those fish he caught
You think you are in heaven, but there’s one thing you
forgot
(Mnnnnnn)
You suddenly remember, you didn’t bring the spray
The kids have started fighting, and the dog has run away
With both hands slapping madly, you try to pitch the
tent
The stove is out of gas and the firewood is wet
The kids are soaked and filthy, they’ve been wading in
the creek
By now it’s started raining and the tent has sprung a
leak
You fall in bed exhausted and you’re just about asleep
when you hear….
We love to keep you itching, we love to hear you bitching,
It’s always fun to see if you survive
And all the time you’re scratching, more of us are hatching
To drive you mad and eat you half alive
We’re always glad to see you, in summer, fall or spring
There’s nothing we like better than human high cuisine
No need to dress for dinner, no need to make a fuss
No matter what your taste is, you sure taste good to
us
Please accept our invitation and join us for a snack
We think of you quite fondly as a very large Big Mac
Don’t stay away too long we surely hope you’ll hurry
back

©1996 Neal & Barbara Gladstone

You hurt me baby You cut me deep
You took my pride You made me weep
And now you drive up in your Cadillac
Thinking that I’m gonna take you back like that
Just like that
I’d rather build my house on a railroad track
You hurt me, baby You left me alone
You broke my heart You wrecked my home
And here you come talkin’ smooth and soft
Sayin that you just can’t get me off your mind
Off your mind
I think you been drinkin too much turpentine
You want those Good times again
It’s gonna be like it was back then
When the seas dry up and the stars burn out
And hell gets covered with snow – whoa
Honey, I don’t think so!
I know you, baby, I know your style
Your one half man, and one half reptile
And now you come crawlin up to me
Thinkin everything is goin to be alright just alright
You must think that I’m not too bright
You want those good times again
It’s gonna be like it was back then
When the seas dry up and the stars burn out
And hell gets covered with snow – whoa
Honey, I don’t think so!
Just like that
You can drive around in your fancy car
Just like that
You can get dressed up like a movie star
Just like that
You can tell your lies till you’re all worn out
Just like that
But honey there’s one thing you can forget about and that’s
Chorus

© 1983 Neal Gladstone

Nameless, making my way through the jungle
Solace nowhere to be found
I was hurtin, uncertain insecure and losing ground
But in hard times, darling, you never ever let me down
I arrived in LA Sunday, in the morning in the rain
You were there to meet me early at the station
I was labelled, disabled, stranded in the Lost and Found
But in hard times, darling, you never ever let me down
I was drifting in dispair
Dreams were crashing everywhere
When I stumbled you were there,
beside me
When I blow in all directions
And the storm comes rolling in
When I’m running low
on precious inspiration
You find some words to soothe me
Put your loving arms around
And in hard times, darling,
you never ever let me down