Three


Sold out   

“Mad Pop Genius At Work, an accessible and fun alternative to today’s rap/metal monsters of rock.”

[Backstage Pass Magazine, Daytona Beach, FL]

 

Boner

What ya doin' little sister, a wastin' time here in this bar?
We could be somewhere a foolin'
Let me take you for a ride in my car

The night is young and I'm restless
Show you what a good man can do.
I wanna tango, come on fandango
Pretty little senorita I wanna dance with you

It's hard enough to be a man, I hope that you will understand
I'm out of hand, beyond control, my Johnson's on patrol!

I got your boner baby; I got your boner here
I got your boner baby; I got your boner here

My engine's revvin' and runnin'
Take you where you've never been
Stallions in the stall a kickin,
So come on and let the big boy in

Can't stop this heat and desire, burning down in my soul
I got some rock baby, you got some roll sugar
Come on honey don't leave me cold

It's hard enough to be a man. I hope that you will understand
I'm out of hand, beyond control, my Johnson's on patrol!

I got your boner baby; I got your boner here
I got your boner baby; I got your boner here

Chorus Out...
I've got your boner right here!

Stephen Dees - vocals, guitars, bass
Patricia Ann Dees - harmonica, saxophone, organ
Mark Roffe - drums
Words and Music: Stephen Dees
Copyright 2000 SLD Music/BMI

 


Temporary

I find myself in a jammed-up state, I try and I try but I can't relate
Decentralized where can I turn, forgotten all those things I've learned
Squeezing water from a rock, I can't make since with what I've got
Tongue tied, crazy, here at wits end, I loose my temper then I start again

I know it's just a matter of time, before I climb this hill of mine

It's only temporary; a temporary thing
Sometimes it get so scary, it's only temporary

I've tried reading my favorite book, I've stood on my head but that don't work
Hear the sounds, their just in reach, only trouble is what do I preach
I know what it is but what to say, all those words get in the way
Frustrated, disgusted, why go on, everything I try just comes out wrong

I know it's just a matter of time, before I climb this hill of mine

It's only temporary; a temporary thing
Sometimes it gets so scary; it's only temporary

Repeat bridge and chorus (out)…

Hallelujah brother, it ain't nothin' but a thing!!!

Stephen Dees - vocals, guitars, bass
Patricia Ann Dees - vocal, saxophone
Mark Roffe - drums
Words and Music: Stephen Dees
Copyright 2000 SLD Music/BMI

 


Bad Seed

I got something to say and it's long overdue, So listen up

Well I heard what you did, down in old Madrid
The way you hurt that boy, I could of swore he was dead
And his sister too, did you have to further your thirst?
Is it just a habit, or were you born with a curse

And why do you water your garden, with the tears from the broken hearted
you're the Bad Seed and your jammin' me

I said the seeds that you sew, you plant so low
With deceit and deception, you need some correction
When something is lost it's then that you gain
Down a trail of confusion, an alley of pain

And why do you water your garden, with the tears from the broken hearted
you're the Bad Seed and your jammin' me

I never knew someone could ever be so mean
You're the devils pawn of the serpentine
From the root of all evil in a cold dark past
You're the cool deceiver with the spell that you cast

And why do you water your garden, with the tears from the broken hearted
you're the Bad Seed and your jammin' me

I said why do you water your garden, with the tears from the broken hearted
You're just bad, and that's sad, so bad.
Well I got news for you baby, you can take a hike around here and listen to
my guitar while you walk away. See ya. ...

Stephen Dees - vocal, guitars, bass
Patricia Ann Dees - organ
Alberto Cruz - drums
Words and Music: Stephen Dees
Copyright 2000 SLD Music/BMI

 


Month of the Flavor

You don't know anything, nothing at all 
You waste your days away with the rats at the mall 
You like to stand in line follow the herd 
You think you know the song, but you don't know the words 

Month of the flavor, it's the big pick 
Month of the flavor, spread it on thick 
Month of the flavor, have another lick 
Month of the flavor, flavor, flavor 

Are you what you perceive, TV's and screens 
Your magz they take you there, on page 17 
There shines the perfect ones, swallow the dream 
Easy to fall inside, all that peaches and cream 

Month of the flavor, It's the big pick 
Month of the flavor, spread it on thick 
Month of the flavor, have another lick 
Month of the flavor. flavor. flavor 

It's where the deals are going down,
they offer greed on sacred ground 
It's where the deals are going down 

Month of the flavor, It's the big pick 
Month of the flavor, spread it on thick 
Month of the flavor, have another lick 
Month of the flavor. flavor, flavor 




Stephen Dees - vocals, guitars, bass, electronic percussion, tambourine
Patricia Ann - keyboards, backing vocals
Alberto Cruz - drums, electronic drum
Words and Music: Stephen Dees 
Copyright 2000 SLD Music/BMI


Pinky and the Hand Jive

Instrumental


Stephen Dees - guitars, bass, keys
Patricia Ann Dees - organ
Alberto Cruz - drums
Music: Eric Anderson/Stephen Dees
Copyright 2001 SLD Music/BMI

 


Psycho Boy


Everywhere I go it seems you're there
I can't breath without you in my hair 
Everywhere I turn your eyes they burn 
Wish I knew why you always stare 

Psychotherapy, I know that's what you need
You're always watching me psycho boy, psycho boy 

Are you mad or just insane? 
You possess a major damaged brain 
You might think that you're a spy 
Geek boy your not FBI 

Compulsive insanity, you are out of your tree 
Get lost now let me be Psycho boy, psycho boy 

When will the well run dry? 
When can I live my life? 
Watching me all the time 
Why… psycho boy

Haven't you anything better to do 
Than watching me always hating you 
Stalking prey must get you off 
Send for the troops and call the cops 

Psychotherapy, I know that's what you need 
You're always watching me psycho boy, psycho boy 



Patricia Ann - vocals
Stephen Dees - guitars, bass 
Alberto Cruz - drums 
Words and Music: Stephen Dees 
Copyright 2000 SLD Music/BMI


Spiders on My Skin

My hair is perfectly molded, my clothes perfectly folded too.
I'm seen at all the right places. I know important faces, I do. 
But in the mirror I see a crack. 
In desperation I lie on my back 
Why do I scream when I take to the sheets? 
It must be the spiders crawling up my feet 

Spiders on my skin, I'm drowning in my gin 
Breath out, breath in, here they come 
Spiders on my skin. Here they come again 

My time's perfectly sanctioned. My life is my occupation. 
I'm well respected on my hill. I live and breathe the big deal.
But in my brain the screw will turn,
from my addiction my skin will burn
I drown my pain but I get no rest 
with these hairy little arachnids crawling up my chest 

Spiders on my skin, I'm drowning in my gin 
Breath out, breath in, here they come 
Spiders on my skin. Here they come again 

I can see down to the bottom...
I can see all the way down to the bottom...
I can see perfectly clear all the way down to the very bottom... 

But in the mirror I see a crack. In desperation I lie on my back
Why do I scream when I take to the sheets? 
It must be the spiders crawling up my feet 

Spiders on my skin, I'm drowning in my sin 
Breath out, breath in, here they come
Spiders on my skin… 

Chorus out. 


Stephen Dees - vocal, guitars, bass, synth bass, special effects
Patricia Ann - keyboards
Alberto Cruz - drums
Words: Stephen Dees 
Music: Stephen Dees, Kirk Andrews 
Copyright 2000 SLD Music/BMI 


It's Not Working


The path is in the making; the seeker has been led 
The tides and time are shifting, the hunger must be fed 
Roberts' drum is still, Alyson lost her will 
Lucy's not at home, said it's time for her to roam 

It's not working, it's not working out 

All the best intention, melt into the throng 
Big wrecks in the club house, discord in the song 
Medallion he can't play, has the seagull ran away 
Romeo's bound to bleed; once again we plant the seed. 

It's not working, it's not working out 

Has Maxwell silver hammer hit me on the head? 
Must be my instant karma, I've made my bed, I've made my bed 
So tired and weary, so tired and weary 

Roberts' drum is still, Alyson lost her will 
Lucy's not at home, said it's time for her to roam 

It's not working, it's not working, it's not working out It's not working... 




Stephen Dees - vocals, guitars, bass
Patricia Ann - keyboard, backing vocal
Alberto Cruz - drums 
Words and Music: Stephen Dees 
Copyright 2000 SLD Music/BMI


My One


I can't bear this cloud hanging over 
Can't believe my life is starting over 
Touched in the head I am, touched in heart we are 
And I can't bear this cloud hanging over 

No I can't believe that you would walk and
I can't believe all this crazy talk
Who am I now, but forsaken by the needs of my other, my other 
My one, my one 

Is pain the only cure worth taking? 
A love inside my soul is sinking 
High in a holy place, I reach to touch your face 
Is pain the only cure worth taking? 

And I can't believe that you have walked 
No I won't believe in all this crazy talk 
Who am I now, but forsaken by the needs of my other, my other 
My one 

Who am I now, but forsaken by the need of my other, my other 
My one, my one, my one 




Stephen Dees - vocal, guitars, bass, keyboard
Patricia Ann - processed flutes, backing vocal
Alberto Cruz - drums
Words and Music: Stephen Dees 
Copyright 2000 SLD Music/BMI

 


 

Goodbye


Distance between us, more than miles
Bird on the wing, unbound
Now you fly from our tree
This tree of life that was once green

Call me on the phone, said you won't be coming home
The light has gone
But you never said goodbye

Disaster I knew was near
My dreams, a sign, you disappear
You were gone before you left
I felt your heart belonged somewhere else

Go ahead and cry, shed a tear of love for I 
The knot untied
But you never said goodbye

Call me on the phone, said you won't be coming home
The light has gone
But you never said goodbye

Never said


Words and music by: Stephen Dees 
Copyright SLD Music/BMI 2001

<<back