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Crazy Grandma Ruth
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“Crazy Grandma Ruth” ©2021 Tom Deedy and Hugh Birdsall Many things you can’t escape Like destiny, luck, and fate Blue blazes, mountain tops Have no way to stop A quest, for understanding Many things you can’t escape Like anger, fear, and hate Turkey trots and dime-drops Orphan cries that never stop That old clock, from ticking That’s what she told me Crazy Grandma Ruth
Rocking on the porch Knitting up the truth
Some things you can’t escape Will knock you for a loop
Many things you can’t escape
Be polite and stay up late Grab your coat and tip your hat When phony smiles attack And steer you, toward the doorway Many things you can’t escape Jealous jerks and bold ingrates Who claim they have you in mind Then trick your sorry ass every time Before they, confiscate the skyway That’s what she told me
Crazy Grandma Ruth
The cushion on her rocking chair
Hides a money purse
Knitting needles flying Things could be worse
Many things you can’t escape
Like sleeping in and being late
Denying the sorry state
That everything, you touched
No longer matters Many things you can’t escape Old gripes, that relate
Empty hearts and closed minds Are exactly what you’ll find If you never, fall in love That’s what she told me
Crazy Grandma Ruth
Never make excuses
Cause this old world will fold you... That’s what she told me Crazy Grandma Ruth Rocking on the porch Knitting up the truth
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The Eight Ball
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“The Eight Ball”
©2021 Tom Deedy and Hugh Birdsall
You never do expect it
She takes you by surprise
You can tell it’s her
By the glossed-over eyes
She’s the one you used to drink with
Around holiday time
Always see her all alone
With someone on her mind
Doesn’t want to see you
Because you’re too kind
You remember every kiss
And all those crazy times
Behind
The eight ball
Long fall
Slow crawl
A phone call
From someplace forgotten
You see her as she was
As if you’re in a dream
A vision of such beauty
Like you never seen
You refuse to leave her
If you do, you’ll die
Not for a second
Not for ice nor fire
You willingly give your soul
Lay it on the line
When you close your eyes
And she holds you
Chorus
You don’t want to see her
Because she makes you laugh
And all the while you wish
You could free her from the past
And let her spirit soar at last
Escape emotions that never crash
Until they break like glass
And she sweeps them up again
"Where’ve you been old friend?
How’d you like to spend
The night or your life,
Out of the daily grind"
Trapped, Behind the eight ball
Behind the eight ball
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New London in the Rain
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“New London in the Rain” ©2021 Tom Deedy and Hugh Birdsall
When you’re feeling good and down
And the world shoves you around
Get thee to New London in the rain
If your girl calls you a bum
And then she says you’re all done
Get thee to New London in the rain
Keep the change
Bide your time
Hear your name
In the wind chimesLobster pots and rubber boots
All that surplus government loot Get thee to New London in the rain She hides behind a pretty smile In the church, center aisle Get thee to New London in the rain
No need to strain
Keep what you find
That old midnight train
Is a friend of mine
When you see those old familiar ghosts
Are your unholy hosts
Get thee to New London in the rain If you understand the mystery
Of that old devil sea
Get thee to New London in the rain
No need to complain
Shot glass on the side
You never change
What lives inside
When you finally face yourself
Without nobody else
Get thee to New London in the rain
When you don’t confuse
Kindness with abuse
Get thee to New London in the rain When you feel too weak
To turn the other cheek
Get thee to New London in the rain
When the seagulls squawk and chirp
When it’s all fun and never work
When the pain no longer hurts
And every night is one big flirt
Get thee to New London in the rain
Get thee to New London in the rain
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Elephant
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“Elephant” ©2022 Tom Deedy and Hugh Birdsall
Hiding in the corner
Silent eyes shine through
No one ever told Jeanine There’s an elephant in the room Can’t see, Can’t tell The room holds a different smell
Love is a rose That came and went Now there’s an elephant
He is very big and wide Never thought he’d fit inside Ears, trunk, and feet
In the kitchen taking heat Some say love, some say lust Some say elephant tusks
Love is a rose That came and went Now there’s an elephant That’s how it goes Nothing is heaven sent Now there’s an elephant
I don’t know
Might be too soon
It’s hard to ignore
The elephant in the room
Used to be a house
Not a zoo
That’s what happens
When you act like fools
Truckloads of hay
And fine green ferns
Feed the beast
While we learn
Sometimes it’s bust
Sometimes it’s boom
While Jeanine and me, all three
Sit in the room
When our words
Don’t make a dent
There’s always
The elephant
He sits big and silent
Like our special pet
Our very own
Elephant
Chorus
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“Autopsy For A Sordid Affair”
©2021 Tom Deedy and Hugh Birdsall
What have we here?
A real look inside
What went wrong
Without taking sides
What have we here?
No place to hide
When we belong
We fly
Burned too hot
Just couldn’t stop
Almost shot
It happens
Frozen out
Like a lout
Falling apart, Wings flapping
What have we here?
Two strong hearts
Neither one of them
Ever forgot
What have we here?
Two one track minds
Frozen in love
Doing time
Burned too fast
Could not last
All tests passed
It happens
Ice and snow
Seem to know
The afterglow, And trappings
What have we here?
No one to blame
Nothing is the same
We’re both acting lame
What have we here?
A sordid affair
Beyond repair with
Nothing left to share
What have we here?
So very dear
Dangerously near
Perfume lingers in the air
What have we here?
The sad remains of love
The sad remains of love…
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Abstract Expression
03:07
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“Abstract Expression”
©2021 Tom Deedy and Hugh Birdsall
Torn up pictures
Piled in a heap
Mixed up jumbled
Very chic
Radical vision
Cubist lines
Symbolic colors
Nude reclines
Baby’s an abstract expressionist
Calls them like she sees
She may be a little off
Her heart is up her sleeve
Brain control
On an empty mind
Is just a sorry
Waste of time
Pretty pictures
In a new bold style
Hang on the walls Of too many miles
Baby’s an abstract expressionist
Watch her while she flees
Cut from the same cloth
Hard to pretty please
Sliced and diced
A shuffled life
Always a fight
What’s right
A rose is a rose
Long as you know
That once in a while
It’s a posey...
Baby’s an abstract expressionist
She has big ideas
Sometimes she uses them
To hide her tears
Baby’s an abstract expressionist
But doesn’t use paint
She manufactures love
From discarded hate
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Telepathy
04:39
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Telepathy
©2018 Tom Deedy and Hugh Birdsall
I know
You don’t want to know
You know
I feel the same
Telepathy
You can hear me
Calling your name, Calling your name
Driving along
In that white Thunderbird
You had the nerve
You were rounding the curve
Then you swerved
Way too fast, Way too fast…
You know
I don’t want to know
I know
You feel the same
Telepathy
I read your mind
Telepathy
And you read mine
If you can wish
If you can dream
Well, you’ll know, Baby
Just what I mean
And we will know
Without knowing, Without knowing…
Telepathy
Every night
Telepathy
In the morning light
I know
You don’t want to know
You know
I feel the same
Memories
So blue
Keep me hanging on
To you
Yeah, you’re gone
But you are here right now
With me, Telepathy
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Soft Green Hill
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“Soft Green Hill” ©2022 Tom Deedy and High Birdsall
I was rolling, rolling, rolling, Down a soft green hill Faster and faster
The grass was very tall And all I could see Spinning, spinning, spinning Many versions of me
One was airborne One was falling One was fast One was slow One was laughing One was crying One was happy One just glowed
I was rolling, rolling, rolling, Down a soft green hill
The more I tried to stop
The more I slipped And the more I spilled I could not believe There could be So many versions of me
One was headless
One was heartless
One was sunken
One was drunken
One was caught
One was free
And they all
Looked like me
But I know better... I know better...
One was calling
One was listening
One was stalling
One was risking (it all)
In a free fall
Head over heels
Curled up in a ball
And calling out my name
But I know better... I know better...
Rolling, rolling, rolling, Down a soft green hill...
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An Aura of Red Roses
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“Aura Of Red Roses” ©2021 Tom Deedy and Hugh Birdsall
Orders coffee at teatime
She’s always on the fly Something hides behind her smile She takes you for a ride Inside the aura of red roses Wears a raincoat in the sun Wears her shades at night Anyone who knows her Tells you she’s not right Despite the aura of red roses
She is pissed
Things are like this
Traded wild
For domestic bliss
But misses
The aura of red roses
Doesn’t want to play
This hit and miss
But she loves the way
The corkscrew twists
She sips the aura of red roses
What a ripe inner world
Full of fantastic things
That won’t see the light of day Arcane voices sing
A fling the aura of red roses
Someday she will slip the knot And find a way to claim
The baggage she forgot
All those crazy days
She prays for the aura of red roses
She rejects everyone
Who runs away from fear
She takes it as it comes
Tells them to come near
And hear the aura of red roses
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Poor Jenny Lowe
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“Poor Jenny Lowe” ©2021 Tom Deedy and Hugh Birdsall
Her shadow life Fits just right
A hollow fright In the mirror High rent
A broken bet Heaven sent
You should see her Poor Jenny Lowe Where you gonna go? Where you gonna go?
A selfish choice An inner voice Rejoices Long lost sorrows She feels burned Her heart churns While she yearns For tomorrow Poor Jenny Lowe
How you gonna know? How you gonna know? Intoxicating
Fumes of wealth Blind spots She can’t see herself She’ll never know What might have been She’ll never go
Back there again Poor Jenny Lowe
What you got to show? What you got to show?
She feels cheap
Like a card cheat Fleeced Down to the marrow Makes a leap And tries to keep Deep instead
Of shallow
Poor Jenny Lowe You are the blossom Of the shadows Poor Jenny Lowe You are the blossom Of the shadows
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Victim of Circumstance
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“Victim Of Circumstance”
©2020 Tom Deedy and Hugh Birdsall
People aren’t half bad
If you give ‘em half a chance
They’re more than a fad
Worth more than a glance
Even if they look mad
And walk around in a trance
They’re only victims
Of circumstance
The debutante
Knows what she wants
She knows where to begin
She rolls the dice
Once, then twice
Even though her chances are slim
Then she wrings her hands
And wears the puzzled grin
Of a victim
A victim of circumstance
There’s a good and a bad side
To each eternal soul
The more you decide
The less you really know
So you cash in on a whim
Do your happy dance and pretend
You’re not a victim
A victim of circumstance
People do what they will
You can’t blame them
They talk and can’t sit still
Sing their sad songs again
And again
Break out the violins
Songs of failed romance
They’re just victims
Victims of circumstance
You can shape the world
You hold it in your hands
Even if you’re not sure
Of the big plan
Always on trial
Paid for in advance
Hurry up and take your time
You’re a victim of circumstance
Hurry up and take your time
You’re a victim of circumstance
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Drop of Rain
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“Drop Of Rain”
©2019 Tom Deedy and Hugh Birdsall
I , don’t want to be violent
Or live in a silent rage
A thousand, a thousand-dollar mess
With a ten-cent brain
Everything feels like a scam
On a runaway train
I will make one last stand
Inside my drop of rain
Chorus:
Inside my drop of rain
Everything’s all right
It’s not very big
But it holds the light
Nothing to lose
Everything to gain
A little bit of truth
Inside my drop of rain
Streams flow to the river
Rivers to the sea
You touch my heart
Every time you look at me
I am not around the bend
The way they claim
Looking out from the inside
Inside my drop of rain
Inside my drop of rain
Everything’s all right
It’s not very big
But it holds the light
Spirits swirl all around my head
And never touch the ground
Nothing, nothing in this world
Can ever bring me down
There is nothing plastic
Nor any pain
It is just fantastic
Inside my drop of rain
Inside my drop of rain
Inside my drop of rain
Chorus:
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The Ground Zero Boys New London, Connecticut
The Ground Zero Boys are a songwriting duo based in New London, Connecticut,
USA. Tom Deedy and Hugh Birdsall have
been writing songs together for the
past 3 years. Influenced by 30's Blues, 40's jazz, 50's Rock and Roll, 60's Folk Rock and Soul, they were recently featured as an emerging artist on Coast to Coast AM.
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