Copyright: Michael Weiskopf/Blue Highway Insomnia Music 2014 ASCAP CALIFORNIA BOUND my baby woke up this morning she was out of her head she grabbed me by the neck and here's what she said I'm California bound California bound I'm California bound and i'm bound to take you with me too She said there ain't no point in you trying to resist you know how i can be when i start to insist i'm California Bound etc. etc i told her i'm not trying to be mean spirited or unkind but living in L.A. would drive me out of my mind she’s California Bound etc. etc she said i know that you think that the culture is stupid the ocean's too cold and the air is polluted She's California Bound Etc I said maybe its true that they've got pastures of plenty but the Freeway’s congested and the walking streets are empty She’s California Bound Etc. My baby woke up this morning she was out of her head she put her clothes on before she got out of bed She's California Bound California Bound etc (she said) i don't pay attention when you say you won't go that you'd rather stay here in the wind and the snow they got big palm trees big freeways with lanes down in Orange county all the people are insane

Copyright: Michael Weiskopf/Blue Highway Insomnia Music 2014 ASCAP-All Rights Reserved FOOL'S CHARADE in the end it's just a memory, a clicking of the lens our lives pass fast as mercury racing towards the end and wisdom is a fools charade of lessons learned too late leaving broken shadows on the corners of the gate how many time we've said the words that rise up from two minds there's no escaping what we know no breaking of these binds like hidden strings of puppeteers a Punch and Judy show whe’re hiding behind curtains never letting go the days roll on fall into years, but time seems standing still we mark our scars so intricate with illusions of free will

Copyright: Michael Weiskopf/Blue Highway Insomnia Music 2014 ASCAP well one day he just got fed up with leaving the seat down he felt unbalanced maybe a little unsound like watching himself through a one way mirror it struck his heart like a bolt of terror the small town hero with the tied down, small town blues he was fed up with being tied down living and dying in a small town didn’t want to be just another suburban clown the quiet hero with the tied down, small town blues five days commuting in a compact car every day another mile too far Howard Stern on the radio another twenty years to go another murder on the local news nobody cares about his point of view the quiet hero with the tied down, small town blues desperate lives breed desperate men leaving, coming home again empty houses, wives at work and kids that think he's just a jerk with too much time and not enough to do they'll live at home til they're 42 off the sweat of the hero with the tied down, small town blues Chor. over tired, overweight sex is now just masterbate loves an ancient memory he rushes home to watch t.v. the mortgage two months overdue days are numbered down to a few he’s the quiet hero with the tied down small town, blues with his patience wearing paper thin wishes he could start over again but he wouldn't know just where or how to begin not sure what he's supposed to do when his wife lays down the paper to sue the quiet hero with the tied down small town, blues on his way to the convenience store someone dents his minivan door sits on the curb, loosens his collar cant bring himself to cry or holler even though there's nothing left of his fuse there's still more time for him to be abused he picks up a hammer and he runs thru the street there's broken glass beneath his feet his eyes are cloudy and his face is drained there’s no blood left inside his brain he runs past the river onto the edge takes his leap right off the bridge he was the quiet hero with the tied down small town blues the quiet hero with the tied down small town blues C. Michael Weiskopf, Blue Highway Insomnia Music, ASCAP

Copyright: Michael Weiskopf/Blue Highway Insomnia Music 2014 ASCAP-All Rights Reserved NO REASON Futility rings in my brain like a chime Explosion of thought that takes over my mind witness to life’s perpetual crimes I search for a comrade, look for a sign My throat choked, my words forced to mime a physical reaction History books under dust on my shelf Pull them all down, looking for help Like a motherless dog a homeless whelp The words like a strap, the barber’s belt I look to the voice inside myself But still can find no traction My heart turns dark, as the ages unfold The tales of our heritage as it’s been sold By the tyrants of history, blood thirsty and cold From Caesar to Pol Pot the genocide road And the new ones I’ve witnessed, as I grow old Competing with their actions is there reason, there must be, why I’m feeling, less than free, I’m not buying, some false distraction Philosopher Kings create blueprints for living Prescriptions for them with nothing else given No transgression that can’t be forgiven If not on this earth then some fantasy heaven insincere voices speak out for their brethren Self-serving in their power No thinker in history, Aristotle to Marx Has not been corrupted by deeds that are dark Socrates drank the hemlock, Plato, the shark Alexander the great at the end, he remarked With a final vision detailed and stark That there’s no way past the Tower While petty bureaucrats kill what they lack Smile at you squarely, stab your straight back Appointments for life, political hacks In the dark ages would put you in a rack Today are content to steal and to sack They’re nothing but franchised cowards If there’s reason, for this madness As endless streams, of tears and sadness Drag us to, the final hours It all goes around, the do gooder the saint They do their own bidding there is no restraint Attempt to cover misdeeds with war paint Inaudible ethics grow weaker and faint the concept of dignity, naïve and quaint Dissolved in their corruption the systems turned in, rotten and sour the well intentioned destroyed by the hour like poisoned soil killing fresh flowers the weak, disenfranchised do nothing but cower like genocide victims marching to showers resigned to their destruction to the many forced to live in squalor behind the view of marble parlors forced to sell their sons and daughters mutilate themselves for dimes and quarters seems no bottom for them to be poorer with no realistic option Though these vermin run wild and loose I’m not taking their abuse There’s every reason, to obstruct them Syndicated fat voices behind a gold mic Put forward false words that exploit real gripes Sit in their underwear, smoking crack pipes Hypocrites telling you who to hate, who to like Never an equal to face in a fight On a playing field that’s level These palpable cynics words vivid as ice Cut through my mind like some twisted vise Leaving me empty for believing lies twice While half the world lives on a handful of rice being told to feel guilty by Mohammad or Christ to submit crawl and to grovel The goal’s always the same, the words, insincere Love dissolves at the end of a spear The media tells you who to love, who to fear Today’s hero and villain tomorrow disappears Bankers and generals march from the rear Make war crimes and worse legal

Copyright: Michael Weiskopf/Blue Highway Insomnia Music 2014 ASCAP-All Rights Reserved FROZEN As I walked out Into the morning Past the ice along the sea I was haunted by my baby The words she wrote when she left me I was beside the open rivers And the streams were dried with mud I didn’t fear the cold or darkness Or the threat of the impending flood Oh evil deeds, I am your master I can shrink, the sky at will I walk among the living creatures I never stop and I’m never still Oh the winter got my baby her blood froze up, llke ice blue steel Yet all this time, all I remember Is the sound, of her turning heel I walked out, to the town at midnight no light that ever shined on me I thought about my long lost baby How she slipped Into the sea What is this mist I see before me That blinds my eyes and freezes tears This scarlet stain that rushes towards me Through silent screams, through endless years The flood waters, took my darling Dragged her to the raging sea Now still waters, no longer hungry Rest, Far from uprooted trees I can climb the highest mountain Air that’s thin, don’t bother me I can swim, the frozen rivers But her ghost, won’t set me free

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Copyright: Michael Weiskopf/Blue Highway Insomnia Music 2014 ASCAP GUNS DON'T KILL there are raging voices inside my head, can't stop, shake or slow them down messages from my pillow and under my bed from the mouth of a wicked painted clown I never was much good and now it’s time for me to do wrong my lips and legs are moving fast to a Devil’s song i'm walking the line against my will, now i'm forced to act I’m over the fence, past the point, there is no turning back i don't want to do it, i don't want to believe but the devil’s got my mind and destruction up his sleeve there's nothing in it for me no reward for what I’ll do but evil is it's own reward the devil told me that it's true Vs. 2 there's a weapon in my pocket, how it got there i'm not sure but it's been like this, i've been confused now it's time to go to war i can't stop the voices, they're relentless and they're cold driving me forward, it's time to lock and load i see children with their parents i see shoppers at the mall i'm wanna cut them down, I wanna kill them all it's the only way the voices tell me they may stop there's no talking to a friend, a priest, no talking talk to a cop i could end this now, turn the weapon on myself but the voices would continue, without hope and without help the only way to stop them and to put my mind at ease take aim at my target hold the trigger start to squeeze I walk slowly down the hall without a word to say I hear a child scream out as i blow his friend away See his teacher running toward me with a cry my steely eyes upon her as she bids the world goodbye i take the clip from my vest and i look around the room there's blood and tears, my carnage done, it's over way to soon the last thing that i hear as the barrel fills my mouth a job well done, the devil's glee we’re gonna welcome you down south

THANK YOU CANADA (the Ted Cruz song) thank you our friend Canada here's a song for you thanks for Joni Mitchell and for Bruce Cockburn too and thank you for paul,schaeffer and the legend, leonard cohen but please my northern friends won't you take Ted Cruz home and thank you for wayne gretsky Ana Paquin, K.D.Lang and thank you for John Candy, and the SCTV gang i'll lift a glass for Martin Short and the late great, old Hank Snow but please our friends respectfully tell Ted it's time to go thanks for Gordon Lightfoot and Avril Levigne Gordo is a hero we've loved Avril since her teens and you can have Celine Dion whenever you see fit but wont you please take back Ted Cruz back cause we don't want your **** Neil Young is staying here we'd never give him back and we dig Shania Twain even with her vegas act but listen up real careful there's a few we'd like to lose and topping off our wish list is that sob Ted Cruz and thank you for the bacon thank you for the beer and thank you for the Stanly Cup cause now it's living here I know your winter's brutal each year you pay your dues this time you get a refund 'cause we're sending back Ted Cruz so thanks again our northern friends please take it in this spirit i apologize for those omitted including ms. Morisette there are those we have forgiven you Justin Beiber and some more but please our northern cousins take Ted Cruz or it means war.