Speepless Nights Of Jack Loser
The Lyrics
Dandelion King
(© 1994, Daniel C. Eaglin)
Refrain:
I wasn't born to royalty
And I can't act or sing.
But I've got my own notoriety.
I'm the Dandelion King.
I'm not a true celebrity
But just about every spring
I'm known throughout the neighborhood
As the Dandelion King.
1. The birds and rabbits
Are my friends.
They think my yard's the best.
And if the neighbors hate it, hey,
I'll satisfy the rest.
Let others sweat
And pay the price
For vibrant fields of green.
I'm certain in the knowledge that
I left the planet clean.
2. I'm not the king of rock or rap
Or jazz or blues or soul.
I'm not the king of
Precious stones
Or oil or gas or coal.
But in my field I've got a name
That rivals William Gates.
And yet I'm still a loser when
It comes to raisin' dates.
3. When Mother Nature
Comes around
Inquiring of the land,
"Who treated you with chemicals
And used a heavy hand?"
The flora and the fauna will
With heavy sigh and moan
Reply that D.K. was the best,
Just him and him alone.
Love To See You
(© 1994, Daniel C. Eaglin)
Love. Love. Love.
Love. Love. Love.
Love. Love to see you. Go!
Refrain:
I love to see you go.
I love to see you leave.
Run away and say you hate me.
Then you'll break down and grieve.
You were nothing but a problem
From the day the we met.
And I wouldn't take you back
Not on a million dollar bet.
I love to see you crying
And I hope you feel the pain
That you piled onto me.
You must be sick in the brain.
I love to see you begging
For someone's helping hand.
You've got nothing good to offer.
Your love ought to be banned.
1. Hit the road
And don't come back.
Take your clothes
And take your crack.
I'd rather be alone
Than have to live life with you.
They say that love is painful.
Now I know this is true.
Take your attitude
And be sure to leave the keys.
Just don't waste my time.
You've lost all my sympathies.
I love to see you moving
If you're moving away.
If it can't happen sooner
Hope it happens today.
Misery loves company.
I'm sure you'll do fine.
Your body and your money
Compensate for your whine.
2. I put myself on the line.
Back in nineteen eighty nine.
You were the perfect babe.
You could do me no wrong.
I would have been better off
With the North Viet Cong.
You drove me to drink
And for that I must thank you.
For everything else
I'm afraid I must spank you.
But even though you'd like that
You would turn me down cold.
You liked to be annoying.
And that really got old.
So let me see you walking.
I mean it this time.
Hot to trot on the outside.
What's inside is a crime.
3. You're crazy and neurotic.
And yet somehow exotic.
That's how you
Trapped me once.
But I won't be fooled twice.
Sometimes you've got to get up
And just toss the dice.
I wish you the best.
I hope you get what you need.
As long as you're gone
I know that my life is freed.
You shouldn't be a martyr.
That's what Dad always said.
I'd rather be a martyr
Than live life like the dead.
You're looking good
From behind.
Just don't turn around.
I'll kick you right out the door.
Leave your butt on the ground.
M.Y.S.T.E.R.Y.
(© 1995, Daniel C. Eaglin)
Intro:
Some things can't be explained,
So don't even try.
She's an M.Y.S.T.E.R.Y.
Refrain:
M.Y.S.T.E.R.Y.
It makes no sense.
I'm an average guy.
If I understood it, I wouldn't ask why.
M.C.'s the one till the day that I die.
She's a mystery, mystery
Mystery, mystery,
M.Y.S.T. mystery chick.
1. I thought I knew the total truth.
I knew it all back in my youth.
My life was simple, plain you see.
There was no female mystery.
Some girls were fun
And some were cute.
But since M.C. all that is moot.
2. Alluring is her face and hair.
And that's when
She's just standing there.
She has this glow I can't explain.
I think she's driving me insane.
She's got this power over me.
It's like some kind of mystery.
3. She smiles and looks me
In the eye.
And coyly says she's kind of shy.
The more we talk
And plan and scheme.
I realize this must be a dream.
So many questions.
Discreetly I'm starin'.
She looks pretty good
In the clothes that she's wearin'.
At once she's reserved,
Yet wild and darin'.
Is her name Becky,
Or could it be Sharon?
Lone Wolf
(© 1994, Daniel C. Eaglin)
1. I'm writing this down
With a pen that I got
As a gift long ago
From a woman.
She smiled as she said,
"You were always a friend,
But today I'm a bride
And you know it."
I've heard it before
And I'll hear it again.
Wherever I go
And wherever I've been.
What can I do?
Pay to dance with the bride.
Hang on tight.
It's a real bumpy ride.
Now I'm 29.
And I'm feeling fine.
Thanks to these shots
Of bloody brains and turpentine.
Refrain:
I'm a lone wolf
But there's nothing to fear.
I'll sneak into your home
But I'll soon disappear.
I've got no bark
And I've got no bite.
I'll do what I can
'Cause I know that I'm right.
I'll show up alone
And I'll leave just the same.
The lone wolf knows
That his life's just a game.
The ladies act real friendly.
Right up to the end.
Then turn away from the wolf
And say they're only his friend.
2. It doesn't seem fair
That I'm going nowhere
But they tell me I'm great.
I don't get it.
Admired by guys
Whose own wives hypnotize.
Still they like it that way.
It's pathetic.
If I'm so beloved
As a party of one,
A regular pal
Who is second to none
Why am I still
Just a family friend?
Truth be told.
Got no fences to mend.
What a perfect catch.
The wolf's moving on.
They had their chance.
They played it safe
And now I'm gone.
Bridge:
Wandering the trails
Through a land of desolation.
Searching for the one
Who can end this isolation.
The sand and the heat
Serve to oppress.
Make it seem futile.
A pointless distress.
Can't Fight The Man
(© 1994, Daniel C. Eaglin)
Refrain:
Try to live your life
As a lovable guy.
Just do as they tell you
And never ask why.
Bend over backwards
And give all you can.
When you're screwed -- too bad! --
You can't fight the man.
1. You're young, you're bright,
You're a shooting star.
You're self-assured.
You know you'll fo far.
The day will come, though,
When you open your eyes.
And you'll realize
All you've know is lies.
It's all just a game
And being good ain't enough.
You've got to play the game
And when the going gets tough
The ones who shine the apples
Get a better seat.
And you'll be the one
Who's left back.
Now your failure's complete.
2. You're marked, You're tagged.
You're not quite sure why.
Once riding high.
Hear the vultures cry.
You won't be warned, when,
The man rips out your heart
And tells you he cares,
You're still a big part.
But what can you do.
An insignificant cog.
You can't make it alone
And even this crummy job
Is much better than welfare
Or a life of crime.
Swallow your pride
And say thank you.
Give the man all your time.
Middle:
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Where did I go wrong?
It's so sudden and shocking.
This cannot be true.
I'm sinking when I should be rocking.
Turn back the clock.
I'm not a has-been.
Give me a chance.
I'll do it again.
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Others climb on past.
They're no different from me.
I act just like them.
I'm punished, now how can this be?
Is it a dream?
It doesn't seem right.
From champ to bum
Almost overnight.
{music}
Spoken: We love what you're doing, son. You're a good worker. You're the soul of this department. Please don't leave. Don't ever leave. Morale would be devastated. To show our appreciation for your contributions, we're officially ranking you last among all your co-workers. But that's not all. We'll also make sure you don't get a raise this year. And by the way, please keep this a secret. We wouldn't want everyone to know how important we think you are.
Clean livin' ain't enough
In the world of work.
I'd have been rewarded
For acting like a jerk.
I can aim to please,
Be a popular guy
Help wherever I can
And never say die.
Bend over backwards
And give all that I can.
When I'm screwed -- too bad! --
You can't fight the man.
[Refrain]
(background: Once you're marked a loser, why bother? The man won't let you up. You're not on the fast track. The man doesn't care. And you can never climb back up.
Girl In A Convertible
(© 1995, Daniel C. Eaglin)
1. My life's a heaping
Pile of dung.
You've heard it before;
Now you've heard it sung.
I was drivin' round,
Feeling worthless and blue.
With no clear direction
And nothing to do.
At a light
Turning right
Saw a flash in the mirror.
Just in case
Wiped my face
And I'm hiding my beer.
It wasn't the cops.
There was a babe
At the wheel.
I only caught a glimpse
But I'd swear she was real.
Refrain:
She was a girl in a convertible
Driving wild and fast.
Living life to the fullest,
Never settling for last.
See this girl in a convertible
Everywhere I go.
She just might be my dream girl
For all that I know.
I'm running out of gas
Cruisin' all over town.
Looking for that girl
Driving with her top down.
2. My purpose now seems
Crystal clear.
It may take a month.
It may take a year.
I've got to know.
Going straight to the source.
Call me obsessed.
It's a driving force.
Who was that
In the hat?
It's a vogue kind of thing.
It was her.
Oh, yes sir.
Guess I'm feeling her sting.
She smiled, I think.
Was that a wink
And a nod?
She's got classical lines
And a well cared-for bod.
Incommunicado
(© 1994, Daniel C. Eaglin)
(R) I don't know when it happened
I've turned into a miser.
It hurts me to admit it.
But I need an analyzer.
Don't even try to ask me
'Cause I don't know how I feel.
I wonder if I'm dreaming
Or if this is somehow real.
When in doubt I just do nothing.
That's my only motto.
I just can't change the way I am
I'll stay incommunicado.
1. Flustered and bewildered.
That's my normal state.
Sitting in a corner
Pondering my fate.
Thinking of the words I know,
I know they will impress.
I'm frozen in my place
Just compounding my distress.
(R) I don't know when it happened
I've turned into a miser.
It hurts me to admit it.
I'm not getting any wiser.
Don't even try to ask me
'Cause I don't know how I feel.
I wonder if I'm dreaming
Or if this is somehow real.
I wouldn't have a problem
If I'd only win the lotto.
But until that happy day arrives
I'll be incommunicado.
2. Whether it be written
Or oral or implied.
I simply can't express it.
I'd rather duck and hide.
Exactly what to say I know
Is clearly in my head.
But knowing I could win you
Doesn't overcome my dread.
(R) I don't know when it happened
I've turned into a miser.
It hurts me to admit it.
I'm even drinkin'
Warm Budweiser.
Don't even try to ask me
'Cause I don't know how I feel.
I wonder if I'm dreaming
Or if this is somehow real.
In my mind I'm still a rebel,
An old-time desperado.
In the real world I'm a cipher
So I'm incommunicado.
3. I've got nothing left to lose
And everything to gain.
I may still have
My health. for now
I think I've gone insane.
My thoughts coagulatin'.
They're trapped inside my head.
Screaming out to reach you.
I might as well be dead.
(R) I don't know when it happened
I've turned into a miser.
I hope it's not too late now
To find a good advisor.
Don't even try to ask me
'Cause I don't know how I feel.
I wonder if I'm dreaming
Or if this is somehow real.
I'd like to have more options
But for now I'm gettin' blotto.
Even in this altered state you see
I'm incommunicado.
I Will Return
(© 1995, Daniel C. Eaglin)
Refrain:
You'll be sorry.
Yes, you'll be sorry.
I'll make sure you'll learn.
You'll be sorry.
You'll all be sorry.
I swear, I will return.
1. Nobody listened
To the words that I spoke.
I meant it but the people
Took my threats as a joke.
I left 'cause the man
Drove me right out of town.
But don't drop your guard
'Cause I won't be kept down.
I'm planning my return
And I'm coming for you.
Don't start feeling flattered.
I've got lots more to do.
I won't stop to rest
Until I'm done with them all.
This time my mortal enemies
Will be taking the fall.
2. Don't underestimate
The threat that I pose.
Perhaps you didn't know
I keep a list of my foes.
If this is a dream
It's like a nightmare to me.
But you won't wake up
And you won't be set free.
First I get humiliated.
Then I'm ignored.
I'm not sure which is better
For the resentment I've stored.
I may appear beaten.
It's all part of my plan.
The mighty hand of justice
Will sweep your kind
From the land.
Bridge:
Don't think for a minute
That you'll get away.
If it's the last thing I do
I'll make sure that you pay.
I'll hunt you down
Right to the ends of the earth.
And when that day comes
You'll curse the day of your birth.
Shattered Dreams
(© 1994, Daniel C. Eaglin)
Refrain:
If you're living a life
Of quiet desperation,
A solitary life
Of unending isolation,
Time to wake up.
It's as good as it gets.
There's no rainbow of gold.
Just a pot of regrets.
And believe it or not,
It's even worse than it seems
When you're sorting
Through the pieces
Of your life's shattered dreams.
1. Blurred. Dazed.
Where could you be?
Weak. Drained.
Your life's misery.
So much hope.
But where is it now?
If you had known,
Tried to change things
Somehow.
Nothing could be harder to take.
Some dreams come true.
Yours were all fake.
Hoping for fame.
You had no luck.
Hoping for joy.
Your plans got stuck.
Hopes and dreams
Just aren't enough.
The people you know
Have all got it rough.
Do you know
What life is for?
Living and dying
And fighting and war.
The rich will get richer.
And leave you way back
With government cheese.
Then foreclose on your shack.
Got to be more,
A much better life.
The truth often hurts.
It cuts like a knife.
If you think that by trying
You'll better your lot,
Just cherish that dream.
It's all that you've got.
You worked out all the numbers
And lied to yourself.
If that works for you,
You can live without wealth.
But you ain't got money
Or power or fame,
A respectable job
Or a lovable dame.
Lie to yourself
About what has mattered.
It's better than knowing
All your dreams
Have been shattered.
2. Ripped. Torn.
Consumed with guilt.
Trapped. Caged.
Your cell's custom built.
Were you wrong?
Could you have done more?
Are you prepared?
Knockin' on heaven's door.
Just what is sin?
It's hard to say.
Some say sin
Is a cloudy day.
Some see sin
In a pile of cash.
Some see sin
In a viral rash.
Was that sin
In Becky's shirt?
Or the pain in her eyes
That shows she's been hurt.
Was that sin
In Becky's dress?
So many chances.
Your life's still a mess.
But time's growing shorter.
The light's going out.
You've never been sure.
You're consumed
With self-doubt.
Pray it's a dream.
And soon you'll awake.
Make deals for your life.
Give more than you take.
But you're trapped in a
Spiral of self-centered hate.
For all of your life
You've blamed it on fate.
You collected neuroses
Like some collect stamps.
And bottled them up
Till they gave you the cramps.
A lifetime of promise
Was quickly snuffed out.
And replaced by a life
Filled with worry and doubt.
If you wake up,
Your life won't be changed.
It's lying in pieces
That are slightly deranged.
Bridge:
No hope. Some never win.
Last chance. We're nearing the end.
Try real hard. But still lose it all.
A life gone bad.
All the losers must fall.