LYRICS

JazRokPop
Music & Lyrics by Don Grady

Middle-aged man, music fan…
his hand’s on the radio,
is there something he can relate to?

No not much, he’s out of touch.
He’s way past the bump.
He don’t funk with the hump
or the boom, boom, boom.

Midnight blues, or something smooth
would help him through
to his home, from the roundabout.
Something he can’t live without,
so it would sure feel right.

Give him what he wants,
Give him what he wants,
Give him…

JazRokPop, no dirty talk
JazRokPop, JazRokPop, he’s looking for
JazRokPop, JazRokPop, put a little rock
JazRokPop, JazRokPop, that’s what he wants
JazRokPop

All he saved is Miles Davis
scratchy LP’s from the ‘60’s.
He leaves Miles behind…

Goes to Vegas, and on the stage is
somebody who’s been around for years,
who won’t poke him in the ears
with the boom, boom, boom.

Melody so soft and sweet,
it brings him back,
makes him feel complete.
It may not be the latest beat,
but it sure feels right.

Give him what he wants,
Give him what he wants,
Give him.

JazRokPop, no dirty talk
JazRokPop, JazRokPop, that’s what he likes
JazRokPop, JazRokPop, put a little rock
JazRokPop, JazRokPop, that’s what he wants
JazRokPop

Middle-aged man, he’s a music fan,
staring at the stereo,
scanning the bands, what can he relate to?

Hard to please, likes Black Eyed Peas.
But what’s the deal with the ____,
and every other ____ and the ____,
in your boom, boom, boom?

Voices piled up to the moon.
He just wants to hear someone stand and croon.
It may not be in perfect tune,
but it sure feels right.

Give him what he wants,
Give him what he wants,
Give him…

JazRokPop, no dirty talk
JazRokPop, JazRokPop, don’t make it like it used to be
JazRokPop, JazRokPop, put a little rock
JazRokPop, JazRokPop, no dirty talk

JazRokPop, hey give it up
JazRokPop, no dirty talk
JazRokPop, JazRokPop, give the guy a break!
JazRokPop, put a little rock
JazRokPop, put a little pop
JazRokPop, put a little rock, a little pop now
JazRokPop, JazRokPop…

©2007 House of the Frog Prince Music


LOVE IS NOT
Music by Don Grady; Lyrics by Don Grady & Debra Gussin

Little boy, full of joy,
his heart pitter-pats everyday when the sun comes.
God knows where he goes,
he’s free as the wind as he plays on the drum-drums.

Blue skies in his eyes,
he sees everyone with grace and gladness.
Too bad, very sad,
he loses his way in a world of madness.

In a flash, he’s a young man of twenty,
searching for something and coming up empty.
Sondra! He remembers Rhonda!
He remembers Liz and Yolanda!
He remembers enough, but he forgets that…

Love is not pleasure and desire.
It does not burn out with the fire.
Love is not luscious legs and long hair.
It does not need someone to be there.

All those years, well, I was crazy,
I never got what love is not!

Big man, got a plan,
gonna sweep over land like a storm outta hand, and
hot stuff, huff-n-puff,
gonna blow them away with a ’hip-hip hooray,’ and
show time, bump and grind...
he grabs his share as the game goes by him.
Too bad, very sad,
there’s nothing there that will satisfy him.

He don’t know, but the things that he’s after,
can't hold a candle to candor and laughter.
High heels! He remembers fine wheels!
He remembers pay day in L.A.!
He remembers enough, but he forgets that…

Love is not pleasure and desire.
It does not burn out with the fire.
Love is not living in the fast lane.
It does not find you when you reach fame.

Wise man understands
the love that he wants can’t come from the outside.
Too bad, very sad,
he’s left with a hollow shell on the inside.
Oh well, never dwell.
He’s already walked this road before so,
break free, let it be,
and he’ll find peace of mind even more so.

There’s a life he can make, if he lives it,
with all the love he can take, if he gives it.
Slow down. He remembers show town.
He remembers blue skies and drum drums.
He remembers it all, and fin’lly gets that…

Love is not pleasure and desire.
Might be hot, but won't burn out with the fire.
Love is not waiting for a reason.
It does not worry ’bout the season.

All these years, well, I'm still crazy!
I only got what love is not. Ho ho ho!

Do you know what love is?  (I don’t know what it is now.)
Who can say what love is?  (Don’t ask me, I forgot how.)
I don’t know what love is.   (I can’t say what it is,)
But I can say what love is not!

Love is not, it’s not dancing in the moonlight.
It does not try to hold you too tight.

Love is not, it’s not passion on the third date.
It does not, does not mean you found your soul mate.

Love is not, it’s not chocolate and flowers.
It does not charge you by the hour.

Love is not, it’s not out to have a good time.
It does not...hey, but having one is no crime!

Love is not showing on the wide screen.
It does not need to cause a big scene.

Love is not, it’s not any kind of problem.
It does not, does not have the mind to have them…

©2008 House of the Frog Prince Music / High Flying Hench Music


REINVENTING OURSELVES
Music by Don Grady; Lyrics by Don Grady & Debra Gussin

That was me on the march to Montgomery.
That was you on the steps out in D.C.
There was smoke in the air,
there was hope, there was hair,
as we carried the torch of freedom everywhere.

In our tie-dye we sang at the peace-talk.
We were high at the love-in at Woodstock.
And we moved to the beat,
I can still feel the heat,
as we sat out the sit-in dancin’ in the street.

We were reinventing ourselves,
shaping a new generation.
And the music that played in the stadiums
called out to waken a nation.
That was us, reinventing ourselves.

There was no rule that we didn’t question,
not a school that we didn’t protest in.
Had the courage to fight
to protect women’s rights.
We stood shoulder to shoulder, our blood was black and white.

Dr. King, Bobby, Jimi and Janis,
how their passion inspired the planet.
And we cried out like hell
at the Hanoi Hotel,
as the dreamers were cut down and Saigon fell.

We were reinventing ourselves,
shaping a new generation.
And the music that played on the radio
called out to waken a nation.
That was us, reinventing ourselves.

And now the world is darker, than it was before.
If we needed love then, we need it now more.

Look at the anger, the hate and the fear,
try to imagine a new frontier.

It's the way that we think, that keeps us from peace.
Can we let go of our opposing beliefs?

No race, no color, no them, no other,
no clan, no sect, and with all due respect…

No church, no nation, no states of separation,
no gods, no religions, no systems of division.

We can survive if we open our minds,
give it all up, and just believe in mankind!

We are reinventing ourselves,
shaping a new generation.
And the music that plays on the internet
calls out to all of creation.

We are reinventing ourselves,
and our children are starting to feel it.
There’s a birth of awareness on earth,
it’s about human worth, let’s reveal it.

We can rise from the dust
for a cause that is just…
‘cause it’s us reinventing ourselves.

©2007 House of the Frog Prince Music / High Flying Hench Music