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Have You Been Scammed? February 12, 2009

Have you been scammed?
I sure have.
Have you been damned?
I sure have.
Have you been Uncle Sammed?
I sure have.
It’s no fun.

Have you been robbed?
I sure have.
Have you been kidnapped?
I sure have.
Have you been analysed?
I sure have.
It’s no fun.

Have you been chastized?
I sure have.
Have you been advised?
I sure have.
Have you been mockerized?
I sure have.
It’s no fun.

Have you been cashed out?
I sure have.
Have you been talked out?
I sure have.
Have you been drinked out?
I sure have.
It’s no fun.

Have you been on your own?
I sure have.
Have you been kicked out?
I sure have.
Have you been sent home?
I sure have.
It’s no fun.

Have you been in the middle?
I sure have.
Have you been taken to the cleaners?
I sure have.
Have you been called a fool.
I sure have.
It’s no fun.

The Replacements – Unsatisfied

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You’ve Arrived To Nowhere When… February 6, 2009

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1. You love to watch the birds feeding in the back yard for hours.
2. You get furious when you see the squirrels running around in the back.
3. Your only friend is your stockbroker.
4. You cuss at the drive thru bank teller b/c you’re in a hurry to get home and watch the birds.
5. You can’t stand to give up your country club membership b/c of what others might think.
6. You believe Dr. Phil is God.
7. Your only dinner conversation is, “Can you pass the salt?”
8. You believe your health insurance will cover everything.
9. You believe a pill will solve your problems.
10. You believe that no one cares.

You have arrived when…

1. You believe in yourself.
2. You fight the “good fight.”
3. You forgive others.
4. You do what it takes.
5. You remain strong and flexible.
6. You listen to your voice.
7. You don’t blame others.
8. You place higher importance in people.
9. You turn the noise off.
10. You begin to love others.

 

Rediscovering Myself, Again! December 18, 2008

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Me in 1991

jimmy-1991

Well, I’m back in the States and so what next?  I found the following in one of my stored boxes and for awhile I really lost track of who I am, especially in my college days.  It’s a recommendation for me when I was a senior in high school from my band director.  I really think kids are smart these days and know exactly what they want to do.  To Whom It May Concern: Jim Guittard is an outstanding young man.  During the four years that he has been a member of the Highland Park Band and Orchestra program, he has consistently displayed those qualities of loyalty, dependability, intelligence, consideration and leadership which characterize truly valuable students.  He has consistently done much more than simply his part in all activities.  He served as trombone section leader in  both the band and symphony orchestra during his junior and senior years as well as being a featured soloist on both trombone and guitar with our jazz/rock ensemble, the Boogie Brigade. Jim is highly regarded both by his peers and teachers.  He is among that rare class of people who have the capacity to see a goal (group or personal) and willingly work toward its fulfillment.  He will be honored and valuable member of any group, and I recommend him without reservation for any consideration you can extend.   Orchestra Director January 28, 1992

 

Jingle Jangle Morning May 24, 2008

Jingle Jangle Morning

Written by

Jim Guittard

Copyright © 2007 by Jim Guittard
Registered, WGAe #155425

“JINGLE JANGLE MORNING”

FRANK IS A SLIM RED-HAIRED 26 YEAR OLD. HE TRIES TO PLEASE EVERYONE TO AVOID FREAKOUTS AND CHAOS BUT IN THE LONG RUN HE HURTS HIMSELF. HE IS FROM A DIVORCE FAMILY. THEY FOR THE MOST PART FROWN ON PURSUING THE ARTS.

SEAN IS A HEFTY LONG-HAIRED BLONDE 25 YEARS OLD WHO COMES FROM THE MIDWEST FROM A BLUE-COLLAR FAMILY. HE LEFT THE FACTORY TO COME TO HOLLYWOOD TO PURSUE MUSIC.

INT. LAX AIRPORT LATE AFTERNOON – CROWDS OF PEOPLE HUSTLING ABOUT BUMPING INTO FRANK

Frank comes through the gate to LAX airport and then wanders back and forth looking for the way out to the outside. After finally going outside, he sees a blue sign that reads “Super Shuttle.” He sits at the bench and waits not really talking to anybody. He looks over his Los Angeles guidebook. The shuttle shows up as Frank waves it over.

Inside the blue van Frank lets out a sigh of relief.

FRANK
I’m going to the Hollywood Celebrity Hotel….. How far is Hollywood?

SHUTTLE DRIVER
It’s about 45 minutes.

FRANK
Thanks. I’ve never been here. I’m from Texas.

SHUTTLE DRIVER
You don’t say! You visiting?

FRANK
No, I’m moving here but looking for a place to live. How’s Hollywood?

SHUTTLE DRIVER
Well, it’s not what it used to be.

FRANK
Oh?

SHUTTLE DRIVER
You’ll see. Here’s your hotel coming up. Good luck.

The Super Shuttle stops in front of the hotel and Frank gets out and gets his backpack and small bag and walks inside the hotel.

INT. SMALL HOTEL LOBBY WHICH IS ALL HOLLYWOODIZED WITH PICTURES OF CLARK GABLE, BETTY DAVIS AND MARLENE DIETRICH ON THE WALLS. — EVENING

The Asian hotel clerk is busy on the phone but Frank presents his credit card and after the card is swiped Frank receives his room key which is on the first floor just down the hall to the left. Frank nods to the lady and walks to his room.

In the room, Frank goes straight for the bed because he is tired. He turns on the T.V. and the first thing that comes on is the Red Carpet for the Academy Awards. He watches and falls asleep.

EXT. OF HOTEL AND HOLLYWOOD TRAFFIC — MORNING

Frank walks along Franklin Blvd and then down Highland and to a Burger King (something familiar)

INT. BURGER KING RESTAURANT — MORNING

Frank orders sausage biscuit from Hispanic girl and then takes a table in the corner away from everybody. As he sits he listens and watches the people inside the restaurant and through the window on the street.

EXT. IN FRONT OF RESTAURANT — MOMENTS LATER

Frank is stopped by a man on the street.

DENNIS WOODRUFF
Hey, you wanna buy a T-shirt? Or a video? Or a bumper sticker?

FRANK
I don’t know. I’ve seen you around before.

DENNIS WOODRUFF
Well, I’m Dennis Woodruff. Yessiree! I’ve been trying to get into show business for 25 years.

FRANK
That’s cool. I just got here. I’ll be going to a music school. Got to follow my heart.

DENNIS WOODRUFF
Yeah. It’s tough here. I’ve lived in my car and trailer at times but I keep going.

FRANK
Well, I gotta go.

DENNIS WOODRUFF
You don’t want a T-Shirt?

FRANK
Naw. I gotta go.

Frank walks around Hollywood looking at his small handwritten map. He finds the Musicians Academy which is a 5 to 6 story red building off of Hollywood boulevard next to a Scientology Center where people stand wanting to give stress tests.

He does not go in the school but pauses in front of it. There are several rocker looking types with guitars hanging out in front smoking cigarettes. Now that he knows where the school is, he can look for an apartment nearby.

He walks around for hours ringing apartment intercoms up and only hearing voice mail. He writes down the numbers on a notepad. He leaves a message on each and it begins to sound like a rehearsed mantra.

FRANK
Yes this is Frank. I’m looking for a one bedroom apartment. You can reach me at 555-348-6603, room 103, the Celebrity hotel.

After at least 12 other places Frank walks back to the hotel to make a few calls and to rest.

INT. HOTEL ROOM — DAY

Frank lies on the bed and starts making some phone calls to apartment managers.

FRANK
(On the phone)
Hi this is Frank. I’m looking for a one bedroom apartment…..

No live person again. After 5 messages he is feeling hungry and so he walks out into the lobby as an Indian couple comes in the door. Frank goes back to Hollywood Boulevard for food. As he walks he notices what he calls Hollywood Freaks with mohawks, tattoos and piercings.

FRANK
(Mutters to himself)
Boy, this isn’t like home.

He then notices the stars along the Hollywood Walk of Fame. He notices the Elvis Presley star and stops to take a picture when a rather greasy looking man approaches him.

GREASY MAN
Hey, dude, you want to get a beer?

FRANK
Naw, man. I’m good. Just hangin’.

GREASY MAN
We can go right over there.
(Pointing to nearby bar)

FRANK
I’ve gotta go. I’m in the middle of a big project.

Frank quickly walks away and being hungry he looks all around for some place to eat. The nearby places are cheesy souvenir shops or tourist places. He finally sees a sign which reads “Hamburger Hamlet.” The Hamburger Hamlet is right across the street from the Hollywood Roosevelt Hotel.

INT. HAMBURGER HAMLET RESTAURANT ALL GLAMORIZED WITH HOLLYWOOD STAR MURALS ON THE WALLS AND CEILING OF HUMPHREY BOGART, HARRISON FORD, JUDY GARLAND, AND MARILYN MONROE. — AFTERNOON

The hostess comes after a few minutes and Frank is led to a table. He browses the menu and again notices how the menu is Hollywoodized with such items as the Babe Ruth cheeseburger, the Marilyn Monroe Sundae, the Clark Gable Steak and the Betty Davis chocolate milk shake.

As Frank sits he glances at the other tables to see if anyone famous is around.

The waitress comes, a young pretty blonde. (Maybe an Actress)

BLONDE WAITRESS
Can I take your order?

FRANK
Yes. I’d like the Clark Gable steak and the Betty Davis Chocolate Milk Shake.

BLONDE WAITRESS
Anything else?

FRANK
No.

Frank sits and waits for his food and glances at the bar across the room and notices RON JEREMY.

FRANK
(To himself he lets out a sigh)

By this time the food comes and he doesn’t eat everything because he is excited about his new adventure. He begins listening to the next table over.

AGENT
Write up a final draft; we’ll submit it. Warner Brothers will be lightin’ fires this Friday. You have to get it done.

SCRUFFY BASEBALL CAPPED GUY
All right, all right. I just don’t think I want to cut that part out. Warner Brothers can kiss my ass.

AGENT
Listen, man, you’re right. But we’ve got to play ball here. It’s a game out here. You know that?

SCRUFFY BASEBALL CAPPED GUY
Yeah, well. I’m no sell out.

Frank listens intently trying to soak up everything.

Frank finishes the food and he pays the waitress and leaves.

EXT. IN FRONT OF THE CHINESE GRAUMANN’S THEATER — AFTERNOON

In front of theater there are many tourists and people handing out flyers to see the filming of T.V. shows. Frank tries to avoid the flyer people.

He looks to the left side of the theater and sees Spiderman, Superman, and Marilyn Monroe and tourists posing for pictures.

FLYER PERSON
You want to see a free T.V. Show?

FRANK
No. Maybe later.

Frank walks back towards the hotel and in a block he gets stopped by a drug dealer.

DRUG DEALER
(Talking in a hushed scratchy tone)
Hey, you want some hash?

FRANK
Naw, man. I’m not into that. You might ask Elvis over there.
(Pointing to a man dressed as fat Elvis who was walking along the street)

DRUG DEALER
Naw, naw, man. Elvis is straight.

Frank shrugs his shoulders and steps off the corner and to the hotel.

INT. HOTEL LOBBY — MOMENTS LATER

HOTEL CLERK
Mr. Frank, there is a message here for you.

FRANK
Oh, okay. Thanks.

ANGLE ON WRITTEN NOTE:

Yulia at the Trocadero apartments has 2 apartments available and would like you to call ASAP.

FRANK
Thank you.
(As he walks towards the room)

INT. HOTEL ROOM — MOMENTS LATER

He sits in the 1970’s looking chair next to the phone and calls Yulia.

FRANK
Yulia, I got your message. This is Frank.

YULIA
(In Russian Accent)
Yes, we have two available apartments. You want see?

FRANK
Yes, of course. When can I come?

YULIA
I have to show to other people this afternoon. You come tomorrow morning?

FRANK
That’d be great. When exactly?

YULIA
Ten AM.

FRANK
I’ll be there.
(Enthusiastically)

After hanging up Frank does a victory dance around the room.

Frank then calls his mother.

FRANK
Ma, well, I’m in Hollywood.

MOTHER
How is it?

FRANK
It’s good. I hear everybody talking entertainment biz here. I just listen and listen.

MOTHER
You find a church yet?

FRANK
(With frustration and tension)
Ma, I just got here. I think….

MOTHER
(Interrupting)
Why don’t you call that lady I gave you the information about?

FRANK
I just got here. I’m trying to soak it all in now. Maybe later.

MOTHER
I wish you would. You can’t live without God’s people.

FRANK
Well anyway, I’m excited. I saw the school briefly and students hanging out in front. I’m searching for an apartment. I’m looking at one tomorrow. I’ll keep my fingers crossed.

MOTHER
Let me know.

Frank hangs up and goes to take a shower. He’s hot and sweaty after walking around so much. After the shower he towels off and he hears a couple upstairs banging.

FRANK
(To himself)
Guess I’m in Hollywood now for sure.

He goes to the small refrigerator and gets a Coors Light. He sits on the bed, takes the remote and watches the 5 O’clock news. There’s some live car chase on the 5 freeway. After finishing the beer he calls a current student at the Music School.

FRANK
Sean, this is Frank. The guy from Texas. We’ve emailed each other about the school.

SEAN
Yeah dude. What ya doing?

FRANK
Awe, nothing. Just searching for apartments. Hope to find one before my flight back to Texas this Friday.

SEAN
Don’t worry man. It’ll all work out.

FRANK
So what are you doing tonight?

SEAN
Right now just chillin’. You want to meet up?

FRANK
That’d be cool. I haven’t been down to the Strip yet.

SEAN
Cool. I’d be up for it. What time you want to meet?

FRANK
Uh, how ’bout 6:30? Where can we meet? Where are you?

SEAN
You know how to get to Sunset and La Brea? I’m over there.

FRANK
I think so. Yes, at 6:30? There?

SEAN
Right on, man. I’ll see you soon.

FRANK
See ya. Bye.

After Frank hangs up he remembers what Sean told him about his life in Illinois before Hollywood.

INT. SLAUGHTER HOUSE IN ILLINOIS — DAY

Sean is shown in slaughter house clothes dealing with animals on the way to get slaughtered. He looks the same as he does in Hollywood but shorter hair.

After a few minutes, Sean walks into the boss’s office.

SEAN
(To boss)
I can’t take this anymore, I quit.
(He walks away without even letting the boss respond)

INT. INSURANCE AUTO CLAIMS OFFICE (FRANK’S PAST) — DAY

Frank is sitting at his bare cubicle. The only thing he added was his Beatles mouse pad. The telephone rings and he picks it up hesitantly after two rings.

FRANK
(With a fake pleasant voice)
This is Frank Davis. How may I help you?

VOICE
Frank there’s a Mr. Jones at the front desk for you.

FRANK
(Sighing)
Oh boy. Ok. I’ll be right down. Thanks, Susan.

Frank walks the long hallway.

FRANK
(Thinking to himself)
Some day I’ll get out of here.

Frank goes down an elevator to the next floor and through the wooden doors to the front desk. Upon entering the room, he sees a young black man with sports jerseys on and dew rag hat.

FRANK
(To Mr. Jones)
Are you Mr. Jones?

MR. JONES
I have a problem, bro. Why you not givin’ me the money, homey?

FRANK
What? What do you mean? Hey, can we go into the conference room?
(Pointing)

They both enter the room and Mr. Jones continues to stand.

MR. JONES
I’m tellin’ ya man. I got these rims and spinners. They’re worth $500. You givin’ me only $700. I need at least $1200.

FRANK
I have no authority. I’ve given you all I can. You haven’t even sent me the receipts for the rims and spinners. I need to see them for a better evaluation.

MR. JONES
Naw, naw, man. You give me more money or I’ll claim bodily injury.

FRANK
I’m sorry man. That’s all I can do.

MR. JONES
(Quickly and agitated)
That’s shit. Who’s your supervisor?

FRANK
(Quickly but not loud)
Well, okay. She may be busy now. Can you wait here?

MR. JONES
Okay, but hurry up, homey.

Frank rides elevator again and walks nervously the hall to the cubicle that supervisor sits and is on the phone. Frank sits in the chair in front of Supervisor Liz and waits.

She finally hangs up.

FRANK
(Unassertively)
Uh, Liz, uh, sorry to bother you. Um, you know that claim with Mr. Jones? Well, it’s still back and forth and he refuses to give me any receipts to his custom things on his car. He’s in the conference room now. I can’t get anywhere with him. He said that he may claim bodily injury now. I’m sorry could, could, you go talk to him?

SUPERVISOR LIZ
You say he’s here now? These claimants are something else.

FRANK
Yes he’s down in the conference room.

SUPERVISOR LIZ
I’ll go talk with him. You have the file?

FRANK
Yeah, here it is.
(Handing the file)

Frank and Liz both get up and Frank goes back to his cubicle.

FRANK
(To himself)
I’d rather be mowing lawns than this.

The full script is 139 pages.

Me In Hollywood

Me in Hollywood 1999

 

Rodney Bingenheimer May 14, 2008

Mayor of Sunset Strip
From my journal on May 5, 2004 – Dallas Texas

I went to see the movie about Rodney Bingenheimer called “The Mayor of Sunset Strip.” He is a guy that hung with many of the core music people of the 1960s and 1970s. Rodney was Davy Jones’ double for the Monkees Television series. Rodney knew Sonny and Cher and the Beatles.

He is most known for being the groundbreaking radio DJ for KROQ 106.7 in Los Angeles. He was first in putting on “the Runaways, Blondie, the Ramones, Social Distortion, Van Halen, Duran Duran, Oasis, the Donnas, No Doubt, Coldplay, Dramarama, the Offspring, the Go-Go’s, the B-52’s, X, the Vandals, and others.”1

The movie is a nostalgic documentary that shows much of my old stomping ground: the Tower Records on Sunset Blvd., Canter’s Deli on Fairfax Avenue, and the Denny’s Restaurant on Sunset Blvd. near the Guitar Center. There’s even a bit showing a crippled guy who polishes the stars along Hollywood Boulevard.2

Rodney also made his own English Disco Club that operated for awhile in Los Angeles. To me, Rodney’s a strange guy. I’ve never met him but I had a friend in L.A. that knew him well. Some people have talked bad about him but my friend said he was nice. I respect his great knowledge of music.

It seems that music was and still is his salvation. I can relate a bit. As a kid, I often locked myself in the bedroom and listened to the Beatles or Elvis. They were my heroes and took me to different places. At school, I was a freak and even loner, I suppose: the only guy with sideburns when I was sixteen years old. That was in 1990. Sideburns weren’t very in style then.

There was one time in the school cafeteria when I was sitting at the table alone and this bully behind me at the next table made fun of me. He yelled and got my attention. I looked over and he was holding two napkins up to both sides of his face like they were sideburns and laughing. I just ignored him. He was some punk clown.

In my high school days, I read biographies about rock and roll. I read one called Life With Elvis by his kid step-brother David Stanley.

At the age of sixteen, David Stanley found himself at the top of the world, traveling from city to city as a personal aide to his stepbrother Elvis Presley. Touring with the king of rock ‘n’ roll, Dave lived life in the fast lane – a way of living most people only dream about. On August 16th, 1977, tragedy struck when Dave found the king of rock ‘n’ roll lying facedown on his bathroom floor, dead at age forty-two. Life With Elvis tells Dave Stanley’s compelling story about growing up with Elvis, the dangers and disillusionment of life in the fast lane, and how he discovered true meaning in life through faith in God. — from book’s dustjacket.

It’s an interesting read. The book has a bit about how hoods often hastled Elvis about his sideburns in the boys’ room. One time at Humes High in Memphis, Elvis’ future bodyguard, Red West, stepped in to help Elvis. This was the time when short hair and flat tops were in style. Elvis styled his hair after truckdrivers. Elvis eventually became a truck driver for awhile before recording “That’s Alright Mama.”

From Elvis’ ‘68 Comeback Special
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It was natural that I picked up the guitar in the 9th grade and never looked back. Music was my way of relating to the chaotic world around me. Things would explode and erupt but the music remained with me. It is proof that music is power. I really hope that the kids these days can put good stuff in their heads to empower. Elvis, along with many others, instilled in me a philosophy of hope and trust.

I don’t think the kids are getting this message today. What do you think?

Me – With the Highlander Band 1991
Jim Guittard - Highlander Band 1991


up1Wikipedia contributors. Rodney Bingenheimer. Wikipedia, The Free Encyclopedia. May 9 2008, at 15:05. Available at: http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Rodney_Bingenheimer. Accessed May 14, 2004.

up2I spoke to him a few times en route to the Musicians’ Institute that I was attending.

 

Time Between May 9, 2008

From my journal on March 21, 2004 Dallas, Texas:

I am out on the balcony of my grandparents 2-story home smoking an Indian Bidis cigarette in the dark sneaking around like I am a child. I am 30 years old with nothing concrete to show.

As I sit and breathe in and out, I feel that familiar sinking, pushing down feeling on me. The fear and anxiety grips me along with the regret of much of my life. The feeling is that I should have spoken up for myself and not pretended that all was fine.

I’ve been in my current living situation for about seven months. I have never wanted to be like everybody else, to live an insignificant life of mediocrity. I just never knew my thing or felt confident enough to express it.

I think back on my college days in Colorado and the years I wasted going through the motions. I remember watching on late night cable “The Lost Weekend” where the actor locks himself up in his apartment to try to shake the booze cravings and to be a writer. Shame and fear or whatever else always kept him down. For me it was the fear of the unknown that got me caught up or the fear of breaking from tradition or the mold.

Fastforward to today 2008.

I guess, enough is enough, right?

Well, I have been in Bulgaria for the past two years with the Peace Corps teaching English at a high school. Not really teaching, mostly supervising. Ha, ha, ha….

Jim - Sofia, Bulgaria

I told you I wanted to do things different. I have been writing songs and posting about my experiences in a foreign culture. It is pretty foreign. I have even written some songs in the Bulgarian language.

Gangster by Jim Guittard

[audio http://www.archive.org/download/Gangster_792/Guittard-Gangster.mp3]

Stachkata by Jim Guittard

[audio http://www.archive.org/download/Stochkata/JimGuittard-.mp3]

Blog title comes from Chris Hillman’s song on The Byrds 1967 Album “Younger Than Yesterday”

 

Songs Written In Bulgaria January 10, 2008

I was curious to see how many songs I’d written since I arrived to Bulgaria in April 2006.  These are the ones I’ve actually written and recorded, here.  If you like the words, you can download it for free at:
3 Of Clubs

Three of Clubs is a special place                                             A E A
There people dress with fine taste                                           A E A
It stands in L.A. Town.                                                           D A
It has a sign of a clown.                                                          D A
Three Of Clubs is a special place.                                           A E A

Hip bands pack the place out.                                                A E A 
Inside you can order big stout.                                               A E A
The lighting is a bit dark.                                                        D A
But the club has left its mark.                                                 D A
Three of Clubs is a special place.                                           A E A
SOLO   

Jimi Hey is the regular dj.                                                       A E A
The hipsters listen and stay.                                                    A E A
He may spin the Byrds                                                           D A
Or he may spin something else.                                              D A
Three of Clubs is a special place.                                           A E A

The hipsters smoke in the room,                                            A E A
Mill about, wander and wish to bloom.                                  A E A
They talk about peace.                                                          D A
The chaos never does cease.                                                 D A
Three of Clubs is a special place.                                           A E A

Step back in time at the 3 of Clubs.                                        A E A
It’s not just a normal pub.                                                       A E A
It’s a meeting place for the hip.                                               D A
To stand with stout and sip.                                                   D A
Three of Clubs is a special place.                                           A E A

8A Class

8A is the best class of the day.                                               Dm C G Dm
The kids run around with something to say.                            Dm C G Dm
Alexander always says, “Teacher, Teacher!”                          Dm C G Dm
I say, “You’re a strange creature.”                                          Dm C G Dm

There’s a girl named Marina.                                                  C FMaj
She’s at the front always with Kristina.                                   C FMaj
I say, “Go sit down, now.”                                                     C FMaj
They laugh and ask, “How?”                                                  C FMaj

I say, “Sit down and shut up!”                                                Dm C G Dm
Most people don’t listen up.                                                   Dm C G Dm
It’s a zoo but some people                                                     Dm C G Dm
Do have a clue.                                                                     Dm C G Dm

There’s Iva and Vladislava who do work.                              C FMaj
And there’s Iliana too and Svetlin.                                         C FMaj
It’s a zoo and hard for all.                                                      C FMaj

Every class one asks, “Can I go to the toilet?”                        Dm C G Dm
I say, “Go ahead, make like a jet!”                                         Dm C G Dm
They ask again, “Can I go to the toilet?”                                 Dm C G Dm
I say, “Whatever, I don’t care.”                                              Dm C G Dm

There’s a girl named Diana.                                                    C FMaj
We have the same GSM.                                                       C FMaj
And Mirella who won the school beauty contest.                    C FMaj
And was the best.                                                                  C FMaj

Oh well, it’s sometimes hell.                                                    Dm C G Dm
But that’s so very swell.                                                          Dm C G Dm
It is something to tell.

Babas Sitting On Their Bench

The Babas are sitting on their bench.                                      C FMaj
They’re talking about their life.                                                G C
I pass by and say hi                                                                C FMaj  
To the Babas on their bench.                                                  G

The Babas are drinking their boza.
They always offer me some.
I always say ‘uh, yes.”
To the Babas on their bench.

The Babas are laughing up a storm.
About the days of old.
I watch and listen
To the Babas on their bench.

Bridge

Babas are the cooks of the town.                                            Am Em
They work the fields all day.                                                    Am Em
Listen to them and you’ll never go wrong.                                 Am G

The Babas are canning for winter
So we can eat.
So say thanks
To the Babas sitting on their bench.

The Babas are lighting candles.
For all the town’s people
Hoping for a good future
And a good life for all

Be Real True

In a far off land
I saw some band
They played Rock & Roll
They had soul

I spoke with them
I said, “my name is Jim.”
They said, “you should play here.”
I said, “well, I have some fear.”

It’s been so long
Since I sang a song
God help me along
To be real strong

What else can I do?
But be real true
and follow you
For a better clue

Breaking the Language Barrier

I walk around the town                                                          D A
To see what’s around.                                                            E A
The people sit in cafes                                                            D A
And all I say is “hey”                                                              E A

Then I ride the bus                                                                 D A
To the center for some lunch.                                                 E A
I order some Tzsatza                                                             D A
And some Zagorka beer.                                                       E A

Chorus

Breaking the language barrier is hard.                                     Bm D A E 
Almost as hard as the sound barrier.                                       Bm D A E

I listen to the people talk.                                                        D A
Wish I could respond.                                                            E A
Later I will know more.                                                          D A
Enough to open the door.                                                       E A

Now I’ll take it in.                                                                   D A
That’s the way to begin.                                                          E A
It will be easier                                                                       D A
After awhile.                                                                           E A

Chorus

Breaking the language barrier is hard.                                      Bm D A E
Almost as hard as the sound barrier.                                        Bm D A E

I’ll move around the town.                                                        D A
So that I’ll be found.                                                                 E  A
It’s just a start.                                                                          D A
It’ll be my part.                                                                         E A

Don’t Know Jack

This was a strange day.
A lady came to stay.
She said, “I’ve come to live with you.”
I said, “Who are you?”
She said, “I’m Bertha from Canton.”
I said, “Well, I don’t know you.”

She said, “My son told me to come.  Don’t you know Jack?”
“No m’am I don’t know Jack.”
“You don’t know Jack?”
“No I don’t know Jack.  I don’t know Jack!”

“So I’ll bring in my things.”
“Gosh lady I don’t know you.”
“Jack said it’d be okay.”
“Man, lady I don’t know Jack.  I don’t know Jack.”

Chaos song, chaos song.

Gangster

Az sam gangster.
Az jiveha za istinata.
Imam bakembardi.
Imam nujda ot pricheska.
Oti sto!! Oti sto!

Idvam tuk, otivam tam.
Opitvam mnogo novi nesta.
Ne sam murzel.
Az sam genialen chovek.
Taka li e?

Kakuv e otgovora?
Slushaite me.
Ne sam tupak.
Ne mrazete.
Samo obichaite.

Sprete glupostite.
Jivete sega.
Ne gledaite nazad.
Vurvete napred.
Koi e nai-dobur?

Az sam nai-dobriqt.
Az sam nai-gotiniqt.
Az sam nai-silniqt.
Az sam nai-opasniqt.

Taka li e?
Taka li e?

Az sam gangster.
Az jiveha za istinata.
Az jiveha za istinata.
Imam bakembardi.

In English

I am gangster.
I live for the truth.
I have sideburns.
I need a haircut.
So what!

I come here, I go there.
I try many new things.
I’m not lazy.
I’m a genius person.
Isn’t that so?

What’s the answer?
Listen to me.
I’m not stupid.
Don’t hate.
Only love,

Stop the nonsense.
Live now.
Don’t look back.
Move forward.
Who’s the best?

I am the best.
I am the coolest.
I am the strongest.
I am the most dangerous.

Isn’t that so?
Isn’t that so?

I am a gangster.
I live for the truth.
I live for the truth.
I have sideburns.

Hitting The Lotto

Slam on your brakes.                                                             C
If that’s what it takes.                                                             FMaj
It’s easy if you try.                                                                  C
Ya won’t have ta die or cry.                                                   G

As the person comes,                                                             C
Ya gotta scream out,                                                              FMaj
“I want big sums!”                                                                  C
Then call up the cops.                                                            G         
Chorus

Hitting the Lotto                                                                     Am
That’s my motto.                                                                     Em
It’s not too hard.                                                                     Am
When ya have the right card.                                                   G

Sit and wait at home.                                                              C
You can’t go on a roam.                                                          FMaj
The check will be big.                                                             C
You’ll eat like a pig.                                                                G
  
What’s the next scam?                                                            C
Something with your fam?                                                       FMaj
Oh yeah, they’ve got dough.                                                   C
That’s where I’ll go.                                                                G

Chorus

Hitting the Lotto.                                                                    Am
That’s my motto.                                                                    Em
It’s not too hard.                                                                     Am
When I have the right card.                                                     G

Call up your grandma.                                                            C
Get on the list.                                                                        FMaj
For the big Lotto.                                                                   C
They’ve got it all.                                                                    G  

Drive over there.                                                                    C
Say you really care.                                                                FMaj
Wait for the money.                                                                C
Get it and hop like a bunny.                                                     G

Chorus

Hitting the Lotto.                                                                    Am
That’s my motto.                                                                     Em
It’s not too hard.                                                                     Am
When I have the right card.                                                     G

Do nothing.                                                                             C
Look for the Lotto.                                                                  FMaj
It’s the best.                                                                             C
Not really, it’s a sham, scam.                                                    G

Holla Hoop Girl

There’s this girl I know.
She loves to make the holla hoop go.
She’s bubbly and energetic with the hoop.
Just like little Bettie Boop.

She’s at her best with the ring.
Just as I am when I sing.
We hope always to be our best.
When we face all the rest.

Chorus:

Holla Hoop girl where are you?
Dance for me a few.
Holla Hoop girl where are you?
You are so true.

You hop around to the beat.
With one leg, that’s so neat.
How’d you learn this trick?
I’m glad, this, you did pick.

Keep hopping all the time.
I’ll keep up with the rhyme.
You’re a good good girl.
Rare as a fine pearl.

Chorus:

Holla Hoop girl where are you?
Dance for me a few.
Holla Hoop girl where are you?
You are so true.

I Wanna Go To The Moon

I wanna go to the moon
Away from everyone.
No more stress
or awkwardness.
I wanna go to the moon.

Please take me to the moon. 2x

All these heated fights
All rage in the nights.
Never ceases
Or releases.
I wanna go to the moon.

Please take me to the moon. 2x

All those selfish ways
Keep the path a haze.
Need some sight
Here tonight
I wanna go to the moon.

Kakvo Pravish?

Kakvo pravish?
Nishto.
Toi pravi nishto.
Zasto?
Neh znam. Az chakam.

Kakvo chakish?
Chakam za zakooska.
Toi chaki za zakooska.

Kakvo pravish?
Minogo.
Toi pravi minogo.
Zasto?
Az chakam, legam, cheta, gledam, i govoria.

Kakvo chakish?
Za obayad.
Kakvo ste yadesh?
Dooner ili palachinki.

Kakvo pee-esh?
Pia sok
Toi pieh sok.

Ka’vo?
A ti? A ti?
Nishto!! Nishto!!

Kakvo pravish?
Az igriyah.
Toi igriyi.

Kakvo igriyesh?
Igriyah “Springball.”
Springball e gloopav.
Neh, ti si gloopav.

A ti? A ti?
Ka’vo? Ka’vo?
Nishto!! Nishto!!

Chao!

Here’s the translation:

What are you doing?
Nothing.
He does nothing.
Why?
I don’t know. I wait.

What are you waiting?
I wait for breakfast.
He waits for breakfast.

What are you doing?
A lot.
He does a lot.
Why?
I wait, lie, read, watch and speak.

What are you waiting?
For lunch.
What will you eat?
Wrap or crepe.

What are you drinking?
I drink juice.
He drinks juice.

What?
And You? And You?
Nothing. Nothing.

What are you doing?
I play.
He plays.

What are you playing?
I play “Springball.”
Springball is stupid.
No, you are stupid.

And you? And you?
What? What?
Nothing!! Nothing!!

Bye!

Listen to Your Voice

Revolution is the way.
You sit and do nothing every day.
Rise up from your apathy.
Trust in what you see.

Do what you must.
Throw off the dust.
Take care for the day.
Surely you see the way.

Chorus

Listen to your voice.
This is your choice.
Listen to your voice.
This is your choice.< P>

You can handle the unknown.
You’re not that alone.
Fight the good fight.
Resist the feelings of fright.

Believe in that which is good.
You will be understood.
Keep your eyes to the sky.
Always give it a try.

Chorus

Listen to your voice.
This is your choice.
Listen to your voice.
This is your choice.

Today is the day.
Get up, don’t stay.
Do you want change?
This isn’t so strange.

My Nowhere Man

What will I write?
Maybe something light.
But it’s gotta have some bite.
And be very tight.

It’s my “Nowhere Man.”
I’m listening to a fan.
And I’m making some plan
To eat some good flan.

Tell me about yourself!
Are you an elf?
Flying in a stealth?
With good health?

It’s a good day.
That I’ll say.
But it’s not May.
It’s a little gray.

What will I write?
Maybe something light.
But it’s gotta have some bite.
And be very tight.

It’s my “Nowhere Man.”
I’m listening to a fan.
I’m making some plan
To eat some good flan.

To listen to the music, sway
To the beat and sculpt clay.

 

Thinking up lyrics as I go along
Is the best policy
Because I don’t have to think at all
Just rhyming, but I’m not a very good rhymer
Oh, well

Oooh

What will I say?
I think I’ll have my day.
In the way.

Dig that!

Pernik

Az znam malko Bulgarski.
Az iskam da oocha Bulgarski.
Sega az jivaya v Pernik.

Moje bi posle ste znam minogo Bulgarski.
Moje bi posle ste znam minogo Bulgarski.

I know little Bulgarian.
I want to learn Bulgarian.
Now I live in Pernik.

Maybe later, I’ll know a lot of Bulgarian.
Maybe later, I’ll learn a lot of Bulgarian.

Az znam malko Bulgarski.

Rico

Rico’s loudly barking
At the door guarding
Only he knows against what.

Could be another mutt.
Or maybe a rat.
There’s something behind the door.

Only he knows what is there
He’s a cool dog you should trust.

He’s a cool dog.
Sleeps like a log.
In the morning, he’s out to jog.

He’s white like a sheep.
Jumps at every beep.
Even from a deep sleep.

He’s a bit hyper.
Would be a good sniper.
He’s as sly as a viper.

Only he knows what is there
He’s a cool dog you should trust.

Now he’s asleep again.
Dreaming with a grin.
What will he do the next day?

Who knows he’ll do something.

Stachkata

Iskame parite.
Chakame parite.
Vsichko ne e nared.

Nie sme uchiteli.
Nie sme uchiteli.
Dai ni poveche kinti.
Dai ni poveche kinti.

Slushaite ni.
Slushaite ni.
Shte pravim stachkata.
Shte pravim stachkata.

Iskame parite.
Chakame parite.
Vsichko ne e nared.

Nie sme uchiteli.
Nie sme uchiteli.
Die ni poveche kinti.
Die ni poveche kinti.

Slooshite ni.
Slooshite ni.
Shte pravim stochkata.
Shte pravim stochkata.

We want the money.
We wait the money.
Everything is not okay.

We are teachers.
We are teachers.
Give us more dough.
Give us more dough.

Listen to us.
Listen to us.
We will make the strike.
We will make the strike.

We want the money.
We wait the money.
Everything is not okay.

We are teachers.
We are teachers.
Give us more dough.
Give us more dough.

Listen to us.
Listen to us.
We will make the strike.
We will make the strike.

Survival Mode

We’ve got to preserve our health.
It is all for ourself.
People are running scared.
Just like they haven’t cared.

Some turn to the booze.
This isn’t what I choose.
Which is the way?
Certainly there’s a new day.

Chorus

We’re all in survival mode.
We carry big load.
We’re all in survival mode.
We carry big load.

Arguments and tempers flare.
This I don’t wish to bear.
There’s no point to this.
Better avoid and miss.

We live within our cave.
Wishing only to save.
Our egos cause problems.
With pride we wear our emblems.

Chorus

We’re all in survival mode.
We carry big load.
We’re all in survival mode.
We carry big load.

We make shady deals.
so we can eat our meals.
We keep up the front.
In our power hunt.

Have faith in one another.
We’re brother and sister.
Fight through the pain.
We’re all the same.

The Raga Train

Intro                                                                                        D A C G 2X

The Raga train paves the way.                                                  D A C G
For all those lost every day.                                                      D A C G
We do not give in to fads.                                                         D A C G
We make the myths for all the lads.                                           D

 Break                                                                                      D A C G 2X  

The Raga train takes the curve                                                  D A C G
But always careful not to swerve.                                              D A C G 
We go slow and then fast.                                                        D A C G
Always trying to stay on track.                                                 D

 Break                                                                                     D A C G 2X

The Ragas will stand tall.                                                          D A C G
That will be our call.                                                                 D A C G
We’re on mission of truth.                                                         D A C G
We’ve ridden the dark caboose.                                               D
 Break                                                                                     D A C G 2X

Get on the Raga Train if you please.                                         D A C G
There’ll be no one to collect fees.                                             D A C G
Ragas make music of light.                                                       D A C G
It’ll bring you more sight.                                                          D

 Break                                                                                     D A C G 4X

The Raga train paves the way.                                                 D A C G
For all those lost every day.                                                     D A C G
We do not give in to fads.                                                        D A C G
We make the myths for all the lads.                                          D

This Is Random Song

I’m a cool dude.
I’ve never been sued.
I like different food.
I’m not rude.

I like to sit in parks
and hang with the larks.
Listen to dog barks.
Eat with the sharks.

I’m a musical man
Without a big tan.
Eat kachamak
From a pan.

Chorus

This is random song.
I think up the words.
Now

I like olive paste.
It has a good taste.
I don’t waste
Or use in haste.

I live in Europe.
I eat peanut butter cup.
I wish to say, “What’s up?”
Now I can say “Kavo sta?”

So the song’s over.
Look for the four-leaf clover.
And the dog named Rover.

Chorus

It’s a random song.
Think up the words now.
It’s a random song.
Think up now.

Walls of Jericho

Everyone in our school is insane.
And it is such a pain.
For me to take it.
I just want to spit.

The school is a zoo.
So everyone give a big boo.
Then run away and drink a few.
And just be you.

Rest and have fun with the best.
Tomorrow I’m not prepared for the test.
But I’m a smart guy and I’m blessed
To be taught by the best.

Chorus.

I study at Simeon Radev
He was a cool dude, cool dude.

I study at Simeon Radev
He was a cool dude, cool dude.
And I think it’s good to study in such a mood.

Everyone in our school is insane.
And it is such a pain.
For me to take it.
I just want to spit.

So to conclude I’ll say.
Forget the school, be okay, don’t stay, get your pay.

Help by Michael Ivanov

What’s Your Role In Life?

A wild goose chase.
We’re out on the loose.
If I could, I’d confess.
Good and loud, nice and slow.

Why oh why must I lie?
We all act.
That’s a fact.
(Get it right.)

Chorus

What’s your role in life?
To be this misguided money grubber?

What I say, I don’t feel.
What I feel, I don’t show.
What I show isn’t real.

Chorus

What’s your role in life?
To be this misguided money grubber?

I don’t know where to start.
There are scars I could show.
If I opened my heart.

Chorus

What’s your role in life?
To be this misguided money grubber?

Money grubber 15x or so

Are you a money grubber?