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REEL SONGS EPISODE 3
Songs inspired by The Big Lebowski - Lyrics

Up Yours

by Mike Votava

 

Maybe it’s time to roll

Maybe it’s time for a heart attack

I have no idea where your head is at

You’re all up inside of my business

Consider your invite rescinded

 

Because I am leaving now

Enjoy your coffee pal

I’m not obligated to say any more words

You fucked up my car so I’m fucking up yours

 

What if I quit the team?

Took off my shoes and then wandered home

Left you to face Jesus all alone

There’s no way you’re winning without me

Please say goodbye to your trophy

 

because I am leaving now

Enjoy your coffee, pal

I’m not the guy you want keeping the score

You fucked up my car so I’m fucking up yours

Live by the bowling pins, die by the sword

You fucked up my car so I’m fucking up yours

 

Larry is this your homework?

I’m pretty sure this is your homework

Tell me that this is your homework

You’re all fucking amateur

Instagram: @MikeVotava

www.mikevotava.com

Welcome to the City of Angels

(Donny’s Song)

by Nancy K. Dillon

 

Welcome to the City of Angels         

Where dreams come to live and die        

It ain’t enuff to stick with your friends    

And try to be a laid-back guy            

‘Cause sooner or later, the Ghosts of the Past      

Will turn up at your door &                        

Cry…Ai-yi & Cry…Ai-yi & Cry…Ai-yi  

 

Donny’s my name – throwin’ rocks is my game 

I never ever missed a strike                        

Till it all went down in an L.A. flame                

The guns came out - my heart gave in….        

Ai-yi – Ai-yi – Ai-yi        

 

So you see how it all unwound                

The Moon did rise and the wolves did steal        

I found myself on the stone cold ground        

Thinkin’ “Is this a movie?...  “Am I real?”            

‘Cause sooner or later, it’s the end of the line        

And you’re starin’ at a Dead End sign that says    

April Fool – Ai-yi-yi – April Fool    

 

BR) In la la la la la la, La-La-Land                

      Where the Eagles soar – I lost my stand    

      Things didn’t go quite how we planned        

  Once we crossed that line in the sand        

  Ai-yi – Ai-yi – Ai-yi            

It was no one’s fault just a con gone wrong

You gotta have a car to get away

In the end it’s just a bad cop song

Too many on the take – it’s a mess – what a fray

Then sooner or later the Ghosts of the Past 

Come calling at your door to make you pay

You’ll pay….you’ll pay….and you’ll pay

 

Branded & broken…words left unspoken…

Love’s just a token you’ll pay…      

Branded & broken…words left unspoken…

Love’s just a token - you’ll pay… 

Ai-yi – Ai-yi – Ai-yi    

 

But don’t forget to put Roses on my Grave    

No, don’t forget to put Roses on my Grave    

Don’t forget to put Roses on my Grave    

Ooooo…………………

“Welcome to the City of Angels” © 2024 Nancy K Dillon & Rose Rock Records

Composed for Sherri Jerome’s Reel Songs: A Songwriter Collective Ep. 3

Instagram: @nancykdillon

www.nancykdillon.net

Over the Line

by Dave Hill Jr. 

 

I’m a middle age cowboy, feeling uptight

Show me the light, will you show me tonight?

Will you show me the light, will you show me...

How to roll through this town, like a dry tumbleweed

Will I take heed, as I’m picking up speed

 I’m an upsidedown gambler, way past my prime

They sold out my mind, for a lonely thin dime

 

over the line, how do I get back when I’m over the line?

 

I’m a wandering Gringo, looking for a strike  

are we rolling tonight, or looking for a fight? 

Are we rolling tonight, or looking for a

…. tumbling weed that’s tired of being tossed

a rough wind is chasing me, 

and I’m waking up lost

I don’t know the cost 

 

For a beaten-down, loafer, who’s way past his prime

They sold out my soul for another man’s good time

 

Over the line, 

How do I get back when I’m over the line?

 

I don’t how to say sorry

cause I’m sorry all the time 

I only know when I’m sliding 

heels dragging over the line

 

Over the line, Over the line

Over the line, one MORE time

One MORE time

Over the line, One More time… Over the line, One LAST time Over the line

Instagram: @davehilljr

www.davehilljr.com/music

Born Yesterday

by Natalie Bayne

 

You call me on the phone

Say you wanna know me better 

But conversations lull

Anytime I show whatever

You wanted to impress me with is 

Nothing new

I know you’re disappointed boy but 

What else can I do?

What can I do?

 

Well, what if I lie and say you were the first one?

What if I told you my whole little world spins around you

Like you were the sun?

What if I let you believe I was empty

‘Til you filled me up?

What if I swore that I never before 

No I never before 

Would you want me?

 

Born yesterday 

Just a babe in your arms

Nothing but a pretty face

And some feminine charm

I could sit and smile and watch you act out every line

I can laugh at stupid jokes I’ve heard a million times

Is that what you had in mind?

 

So, what if I lie and say you were the first one?

What if I told you my whole little world spins around you

Like you were the sun?

What if I let you believe I was empty

‘Til you filled me up?

What if I swore that I never before 

No I never before 

Would you want me?

Then maybe some day 

I could be the beautiful wife you’re always complaining about

To the boys at the bar on a Friday night

And in the morning

I could wake you up and nag at you for hours and hours

‘Til you finally fix the goddamn front porch light

Would that make you happy?

Would that make you happy? 

 

So, what if I lie and say you were the first one?

What if I told you my whole little world spins around you

Like you were the sun?

What if I let you believe I was empty

I was nothing

I was helpless 

Until you came along?

What if I swore that I never before 

No I never before 

 

Is that what you want?

Place and Time

by Thomas Prothero

 

Pour me another

Help me make it through the day

Cos my life has been erupted

By a man who shares my name 

 

Now he may wear it better

Maybe stake a stronger claim

But that’s just like your opinion

You know our boats are all the same

 

We’re all just trying to muddle through

Do what we can do to survive

Cos in case it isn’t clear 

None of this is going with you when you die

 

I wanna take it easy

Get myself a trophy a wife

Come into some money

And live a different life

 

So I’ll follow on your trail

But I’ll Keep a limber mind

Maybe get into some trouble 

But who knows what I might find 

 

So if your life is in my hands

I’ll do what I can to bring you home

Cos when you’ve got friends like these

Who needs enemies to steer you wrong

 

Let’s head way out west

Get out of our depth

Find a ten pin lane

And discard my name

Where I lay my head’s anywhere a dude like me can abide

 

Take my beat up car

In my favourite gown

They’re all dressing up

But we’re dressing down

Like the stranger said I’m a man made for this place and time 

 

We’ll head way out West

Get out of our depth

Find a ten pin lane

And discard my name

Where I lay my head’s anywhere a dude like me can abide

 

Take my beat up car

In my favourite gown

They’re all dressing up

But we’re dressing down

Like the stranger said I’m a man made for this place and time 

Oh like the stranger said I’m a man made for this place and time 

Instagram: @thomasprotheromusic

TikTok: @thomasprotheromusic

When I Make Love To You

by Tim Kruse

 

Stuck in a bowling shoe

Sliding down the avenue

Dodging all the vampires

Ol’ Petty warned us about

But I can’t seem to figure out

What the hell I’m gonna do

When I make love to you 

When I make love to you, you, you

When I make love to you, you, you

 

Bouncing off heaven’s door

Gonna find that open store

Ice tinkling in my cup

On my homemade trampoline

It’s such a rare and sunny scene

But I’m not quite sure I like the view

When I make love to you 

When I make love to you, you, you

When I make love to you, you, you

 

Got a tank in my eye

I still hear my buddies cry

And the crunch of baby bones

And rosé Champaign glass 

I can’t fly from my past

It’s always here, this shade of blue 

When I make love to you

When I make love to you, you, you

When I make love to you, you, you

 

Jesus in a jumpsuit 

Jumping for the juicy fruit

I suck the milk off my stache

And laugh at his jet plane game

And I swear we’re all the same  

So I hope you don’t mind I sing this tune 

When I make love to you, you, you 

When I make love to you, you, you

When I make love to you, you, you

When I make love to you, you, you

You

 

When I make love 

Stuck in a bowling 

Sliding down the avenue

Instagram: @timkruse

timkruse@substack.com

Nancy K. Dillon
Dave Hill Jr.
Natalie Bayne
Mike Votava
Thomas Prothero
Tim Kruse

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