BEAUTY OF NATURE by D. Allen / K. Dennis Copyright 2021 Skyler Brooke / Slowfist Productions All rights reserved Crest a hill on the mountain side Sunflowers grow far and wide Taking the day in stride Hiking the countryside Snow melts from mountain peaks Icing the sides of the creek Blue skies up above Spring has finally come A flock of butterflies gather near my feet... The beauty of nature - the art of the world Colors fly before my eyes as butterflies take flight Yellow, red and golden wings quietly fluttering by... The beauty of nature - the art of the world

CLEAN HOUSE by K. Dennis copyright 2021 Slowfist Productions All rights reserved The hotel maid was dismayed, unfairly portrayed As a wench for hire who always gets paid A rich diplomat failed to get his way Said "Nothing happened!" but his masquerade Was cheap and didn't play On the subway train to the red-eye plane The whisper campaign roared into flames She told the truth plain, he got a migraine Defame, deflect, pay off, no way I'm to blame She said it's time to clean house Broom up - it's time to clean house The hotel maid was dismayed, unfairly portrayed The cops were impatient for him to explain She caught the jerk on her phone Pulled the pin on a truth grenade The internet felt her pain She said it's time to clean house Broom up - it's time to clean house

CHANCE ENCOUNTER by K. Dennis / Dave Allen Copyright 2021 Slowfist Productions / Skyler Brooke Production I thought I saw you at Stella's one day You ordered coffee then walked away I wanted to ask you, what's your name? Instead I just stood back, ain't it a shame These random chances are passing me by... I play a guitar in Stella's back room Wednesdays and Fridays, Saturdays at noon I'd hoped I'd see you sometime passing through I missed my chance baby, you did too These chance encounters, these twists of fate These doubts of myself are my great mistake I gave up thinking we'd meet again The chances of seeing each other are so slim You never came back, I looked for you there Hoping to find you in the front chair These chance encounters, these twists of fate These doubts of myself are my great mistake These chance encounters, these twists of fate These doubts of myself are my great mistake

DRIVING, NOT ARRIVING by K. Dennis copyright 2021 Slowfist Productions All rights reserved Cartons flying off the back of the truck Bob pulled over to pick 'em up Never saw the car He died rescuing some toilet paper Fifty hay bales stacked in Jake's truck bed Rollin' down the road, got passed by a Corvette Who tossed a burnin' butt The fireball could be seen for miles around Spinning on the shoulder, stuck in the mud Caught the road in time to hit a Winnebago Driving, not arriving Interpol on the radio Pull up to the store Can't remember what I came here for Driving, not arriving Wondering the meaning of that song Pull up the the store Can't remember what I came here for

THE CHERRY HILLS GHOST by K. Dennis / Dave Allen Copyright 2021 Slowfist Productions / Skyler Brooke Productions A large house sits back away from the road The doctor who owns it is very well known And if stories are true, a presence lives there Giving warm rooms breaths of cool air Oh these pressures of movement too quick for the eye There's this feeling of brushing someone near by Oh those conduits or portals dimensions in time Poltergeist experts claiming a find What do you say when there's nothing to see The difference between madness and reality When the beam's cracking sound breaks the night's sleep And the spirits of anger yell out muted shrieks And you wonder, how did the doctor survive A house that seems so alive? Only a few will know the truth of the Cherry Hills ghost...

LAY THAT BODY DOWN by K. Dennis copyright 2021 Slowfist Productions All rights reserved Terry got his COVID cash Thinking "I'm no tool!" Bought a rifle and camo pants Bathroom mirror cool Took his gun to the protest march Maybe get on tv A screaming dude knocked him down Terry pulled the trigger, then he blinked That bullet laid that fellow down Terry laid that body down That bullet laid that fellow down Terry laid that body down Rosie got her relief check Thinking "I'm no fool" Ain't nobody here with a mask At the party at the pool Couldn't smell her momma's cooking Had to get help for grandma's cough Told the nurse "It ain't what you say, That fake Chinese virus stuff!" Rosie laid her grandma down She laid her body down Rosie laid her grandma down She laid that body down He laid that body down She laid that body down He laid that body down

LAZY EDDIE by K. Dennis / Dave Allen Copyright 2021 Slowfist Productions / Skyler Brooke Productions I think this weather is perfect For me to go the park I should work out every morning Somehow I forget to start Lazy Eddie eats spaghetti Never washes his clothes Let's say we knock off early I know of a really good bar Sit back, have a couple cold ones I'm not ready to start Lazy Eddie eats spaghetti Never washes his clothes Lazy Eddie says he's ready But he never shows I think this weather is perfect For me to go for a drive I would but I don't have a car now Or a license to drive Lazy Eddie eats spaghetti 'Cause it's easy to fix Lazy Eddie never knows What day it is

SOMETHING WRONG by K. Dennis / Dave Allen Copyright 2021 Slowfist Productions / Skyler Brooke Productions Was a kid in the suburbs Summer of '63 with neighborhood kids Families, enemies One thing that happened, happened one night Mom and dad talked in hushed tones What did they know? What might... Just two blocks over, a dad got his gun Took down both of his sons Shot his screaming wife Fired second rounds Picked up his crying daughter Whispering "you ain't done nothing wrong" He walked to the neighbor's, sat her down on the porch Thinking, "what went wrong?" And the man, he came to the door And he looked at the man with gun "What has become of you?" I think I've done something wrong I think I've done something wrong I think I've done something wrong The story faded with time Except for one little girl Thirty years later, every Sunday In the ward In the ward, there sits her dad Watching tv with visions of mom Sometimes he'd think Sometimes he'd know Sometimes he'd mutter I think I've done I've done something I've done something wrong I think I've done something wrong...

THAT'S WHEN THE SHOT GLASS FLEW by Dave Allen Copyright 2021 Skyler Brooke Productions We were a flashy rock band in 1979 Stuck playing cowboy bars in Cheyenne One night a hat said "Play us some country - Willie or Waylon or Eddie Rabbit" Our drummer the joker said "We ain't from Nashville, it's not what we do" The hat downed his drink, started walking talking trash We started Gimme Three Steps and filled the floor fast Another night, another bar The drummer went too far Drank too much, started to cuss Stood on a chair and overshared "I hate friggin' cowboys" he yelled And he left us no choice Pulled him from the chair, a woman grabbed his hair A tattoo with a pool cue was blocking the door Nothing's ever easy, anything we do... That's when the first glass flew That's when the shot glass flew We're not heroes, we're not soldiers We're not saving mankind We're not movie stars, that's not what we are A band of brothers who rock Nothing's ever easy, anything we do... That's when the first glass flew That's when the shot glass flew Stowing our gear, getting pelted with beer The promoter runs over and tells us twice "Keep your heads down, people pack in this town They don't like drummers who run their mouth!" Pulling away, lit up a j Started to relax and come down Little red lights in the rear view mirror The cops gave us a room, well good morning judge Nothing's ever easy, anything we do... That's when the first glass flew That's when the shot glass flew We're not heroes, we're not soldiers We're not saving mankind We're not movie stars, that's not what we are A band of brothers who rock That's when the first glass flew That's when the shot glass flew Nothing's ever easy That's when the shot glass flew

A STAR IS BORN by K. Dennis / Dave Allen Copyright 2021 Slowfist Productions / Skyler Brooke Production Running on the blacktop, coming to a quick stop Falling in slightly behind Rising with the right hand, swapping to the left hand Through the rim just in time He's such a talent, one of a kind A star is born, diamond in the rough A gifted son, with the magic touch Running the equations in her mind she finds The answers to the questions that the others have missed Combining quantum theory and complex spatial physics She proved her math is correct She's such a talent, she's such a find A star is born, diamond in the rough A gifted one with the magic touch Running on the blacktop, coming to a quick stop Falling in slightly behind Rising with the right hand, swapping to the left hand Through the rim just in time A star is born, diamond in the rough A gifted son with the magic touch A star is born, a special one