George
Words and Music by Dave Laurence • From the album Every Lonesome Road

George lives next door; he’s a little bit strange but I like him.
George doesn’t work anymore; he never found too much to excite him.
George likes to bend my ear, he doesn’t have too much else to do.
He likes to drink a pint or two and pass out on the floor,
He likes to talk a lot about his trauma in the war,
It’s nothing his lobotomy and alcohol won’t cure-
well, that’s George, my friend George.

George, he’s a ladies’ man; I don’t know why the women all surround him.
George likes his one-night stands; he’s never had any feelings to astound him.
George never sleeps alone; he doesn’t have too much else to do.
He likes to take me out and buy me whiskey now and then,
He thinks that he impresses me with all his sleazy friends,
I play along and drink his whiskey, glassy-eyed I am
when I’m with George, my friend George.

I’m not sure what I like about this guy,
I’ve never seen him when he wasn’t completely high.
He doesn’t understand a thing I say,
but I’ve got nothing worse to do and so I drink the night away with George.

George seems to do all right; he’s got plenty of friends there beside him.
George stays up half the night, ‘til the whiskey and the women override him.
George likes to bend my ear; he doesn’t have too much else to do.
He likes to talk a lot about his trauma in the war,
The only one he fought was tryin’ to get up off the floor,
Whenever I need entertainment, I just go next door
and see George, my friend George.

George lives next door; he’s a little bit strange but I like him.
George lives next door; he’s a little bit strange but I like him.

©1987 David L. Laurence (BMI). Used by permission. All rights reserved.


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Get A Life
Words and Music by Dave Laurence • From the album Every Lonesome Road

I come over for dinner and a drink, just to be by your side.
I read the Times and I wonder what you think, you talk about the TV Guide.
And your life is full of color, nineteen inches on a screen,
Never sharper, never duller, the saddest thing I’ve ever seen.

You gotta get a life, open the curtains, take a look around.
You gotta get a life, step outside, put your feet on the ground.
If you don’t get a life, don’t look for me, I won’t be around.

All day long, I wonder where you are, and is your day goin’ all right?
You’ve just been playing with your new DVR, find out which Kardashian’s tight.
It’s your all-consuming passion, what you see is what you know,
It’s just make-believe compassion, excuse me pleae, I gotta go.

You gotta get a life, open the curtains, take a look around.
You gotta get a life, step outside, put your feet on the ground.
If you don’t get a life, don’t look for me, I won’t be around.

I know the lights, and the big city nights,
and I’d love to take you there.
But you’re on a roll with your remote control,
and you’re actin’ like you just don’t care.

Open the window, put your head outside, get a reality check!
It’s not so bad that you need to run and hide, turn yourself into a wreck.
When you find what you’ve been missing, then the truth will set you free,
But if you won’t even listen, you’ll have to watch it without me.

You gotta get a life, open the curtains, take a look around.
You gotta get a life, step outside, put your feet on the ground.
If you don’t get a life, don’t look for me, I won’t be around.


©1992, 2012 David L. Laurence (BMI). Used by permission. All rights reserved.


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Gillie’s All Night Diner
Words and Music by Dave Laurence • From the album Right Here

On the north end of the city, off of Highway 54,
There’s a cozy little diner, been there thirty years or more.
Good food fast and friendly, every local knows,
They pile it tall, and best of all, they never, ever close.
 
In a booth there after midnight, a woman turns to stone,
She lives around the corner, but she’s scared of going home.
She wonders how it happened, how it all turned out this way,
And thinks of men, the three of them, who share her life today.
 
One who holds her hostage, one who holds her heart,
One who holds her secrets cold, a thousand miles apart.
Under cover of the darkness, there’s a whole world here inside,
They’re coming here, from far and near, to set the world aside.
 
Gillie’s all night diner, it’s your respite from the road,
Get yourself a Coney dog while you’re shaking off the cold.
Gillie’s all night diner, come on and sit a spell,
It’s a little taste of heaven, one mile north of hell.
 
Well, the waitress brings another to the woman in the booth,
Head hung over her iPhone as she’s searching for the truth.
Waiting for the one to sleep and the other to disappear,
She sends a text, to tell what’s next, to the secret volunteer.
 
It says, “I’ve got to be moving, I can’t stay here for long,
I’m tired of people saying everything I do is wrong.
All I need’s a change of venue, and I’ll get it all on track,
I’ll be for sure, an entrepreneur, and I’m never looking back.”
 
She’s gonna throw away the script and change her life today,
For number three is me, you see, and I’m gonna steal her away.
Under cover of broad daylight, I’m gonna make that girl my own,
But not until I get my fill of the taste that tastes like home.
 
Gillie’s all night diner, it’s your respite from the road,
Get yourself a Coney dog while you’re shaking off the cold.
Gillie’s all night diner, come on and sit a spell,
It’s a little taste of heaven, one mile north of hell.
It’s a little taste of heaven, one mile north of hell.


©2017 David L. Laurence (BMI). Used by permission. All rights reserved.


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Gone Away
Words and Music by Dave Laurence • From the album Every Lonesome Road

They say that time flies when you’re having too much fun,
Count the days and wonder where they go.
Even in the worst of times when nothing’s getting done,
It don’t seem that time moves all that slow.
I’m getting older, Father Time taps on my shoulder,
Seems to me it’s just a state of mind.
I’m moving on, but sometimes I take too long,
Looking back at all that wasted time.

Gone away, here for a moment and then
Gone away, never coming back again.
As long as I breathe, I’m still young,
and I believe the best is yet to come.

I think about the friends and lovers that I’ve known,
Some are gone but many still remain.
Every single one has had a hand in how I’ve grown,
They’re all part of the man that I became.
Living in the past don’t make a life that will stand fast,
but it’s okay to look back for a while.
Miss the ones who’ve gone, and in their honor, carry on,
Take the part of each that makes me smile.

Gone away, here for a moment and then
Gone away, never coming back again.
As long as I breathe, I’m still young,
and I believe the best is yet to come.

I’ll stand up to the morning and face the day head on,
I’ll shine in the sunrise, yesterday is dead and gone.
I’m a man of few regrets, I’ll learn from them and go on,
while I’ve got time to make up for the things that did go wrong...

They say that time flies when you’re having too much fun,
I’ve come to believe that isn’t so.
I believe that time cries out for living in the sun,
I’ll make the most of it before I go.
We’re not here forever, comes a time when ties are severed,
It’s what we do that counts, not how we try.
We must take the reins, for whatever time remains,
and leave a smile when it’s our time to fly.

Gone away, here for a moment and then
Gone away, never coming back again.
As long as I breathe, I’m still young,
and I believe the best is yet to come.

©2000 David L. Laurence (BMI). Used by permission. All rights reserved.

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