Produced By Keith Lentin and Mark Newman
Engineered by Keith Lentin at Table Mountain
Studios, NYC
Drums on tracks 3, 5, 7, & 12 engineered by Henry
Falco at Moon Studios, NYC
Drums on tracks 1, 2, 9, & 11 engineered by Marc
Ambrosino at Elmont, NY
Drums and guitar solo on track 14 engineered by Bob
Stander at Avalon Recording Studios, NYC
Mastered by Fred Guarino at Tiki Recording Studios,
Glen Cove, NY
Cover artwork by: Douglas Olsen
For info, contact: www.marknewman.us
Dead Man’s Shoes: (M. Newman, Dogzilla Music, BMI)
Mark Ambrosino – drums
Keith Lentin – bass
Mark Newman – guitar,
Little Joe’s been missing now for seven days.
He took a loan from the wrong man and could not pay.
I saw his face on the evening news
In the muddy water wearing dead man’s shoes.
Gather up what you can and leave the rest.
How’d you ever get yourself in such a mess?
Should’ve thought about the friends you choose.
They got your name on a pair of dead man’s shoes.
Run, run while you still can.
Run away to some foreign land
They got the ways and means to track you down.
They got the ways and means to watch you drown.
Don’t stop to call anyone you know.
Get the car; fill it up, head for Mexico.
Get a brand new name and a new hairdo
And avoid the weight of those dead man’s shoes.
Run, run while you still can.
Run away to some foreign land
They got the ways and means to track you down.
They got the ways and means to watch you drown.
I’ll be watching for you on the evening news
In the muddy water wearing dead man’s shoes
What She Does To Me (D. Carey, M. Newman, Dogzilla
Music, BMI)
Mark Ambrosino – drums
Keith Lentin – bass
Mark Newman – guitars, percussion
Something’s going wrong in my heart.
I can’t leave that girl alone.
I’d walk away if I could,
But I’d start to miss her when I’m stoned.
My friends don’t understand,
But they don’t know what she does to me.
Something’s going wrong in my head
When I hear those whispered words she say.
She can tell me truth or tell me lies,
Still I cannot push that girl away.
My friends laugh.
They don’t know what she does to me.
What she does to me
What she does to me
What she does to me
What she does to me
Every night that woman’s haunting all my dreams.
She knows what she’s doin’ when she’s doin’ what
she does to me.
Something’s going wrong in my world.
She sheds a tear, I fall apart.
Never thought I’d want just one girl.
She’s got the touch to take my heart
My friends ask.
They don’t know what she does to me.
What she does to me
What she does to me
What she does to me
What she does to me
Every night that woman’s haunting all my dreams.
She knows what she’s doin’ when she’s doin’ what
she does to me.
Must Be A Pony : (M. Newman, Dogzilla Music, BMI)
Naomi Margolin – b.g.voc.
Anton Fig – drums
Steve Holley – percussion
Keith Lentin – bass, piano
Mark Newman – guitar, lapsteel
Ever look in the eyes of a child when they get it.
You can see the glow and you’ll never forget it.
Once I made the mistake of looking in too deep.
Saw what I wasn’t looking for and I started to weep.
I dig deeper and deeper
I feel it in the air.
Must be a pony.
Must be a pony here somewhere.
Angel up on high looking over my shoulder;
At least that’s what I thought until I got older.
Now I’m on my own, just about to abuse it.
I’m tryin’ to live day-to-day, guess I’ll have to get used
to it
I dig deeper and deeper
I feel it in the air.
Must be a pony.
Must be a pony here somewhere?
Every word that you said, I’ve been trying’ to remember.
Is this all in vain, will it last forever
I dig deeper and deeper
I feel it in the air.
Must be a pony.
Must be a pony
Must be a pony here somewhere.
Hard In The Rain (D. Samudio, Loosahatchie Music
BMI, M. Newman, Dogzilla Music, BMI)
Domingo Samudio – vocal (2nd verse and chorus)
Mark Newman – guitar, percussion
Runnin’ hard but the rain won’t let me see.
Got my past and my memories chasing me.
Tryin’ to get to the wrong turn that I took
They’re too close and I can’t afford to look
It ain’t the rain.
It’s the tears from my pain.
It’s a cryin’ shame
Runnin’ hard in the rain.
I need to rest but I can’t afford the time.
If I lose, please don’t let me lose my mind.
There are thing that a soul just can’t forget.
Cut me loose from the things that I regret.
It ain’t the rain.
It’s the tears from my pain.
It’s a cryin’ shame
Runnin’ hard in the rain.
Gettin’ tired, been runnin’ for so long.
Good Lord knows, didn’t mean no one no wrong.
I know that I got my cross to bear.
I didn’t wind up here ‘cause I didn’t care.
It ain’t the rain.
It’s the tears from my pain.
It’s a cryin’ shame
Runnin’ hard in the rain.
Mean Season: (M. Newman, Dogzilla Music, BMI)
Anton Fig – drums
Keith Lentin – organ
Mark Newman – guitar, piano, bass
I took the long way up Mt. Misery Rd.
Billy Withers on my radio.
I waited ‘til dawn
To see if the sun will shine when you’re gone.
You were an angel when you came along.
You stole my heart with a kiss and a song.
Now you turn away
And I just can’t stay where I don’t belong.
Lucille, Lucille, you don’t know how I feel.
Nothing here seems to have any rhyme or reason.
Lucille, Lucille, my heart ain’t made of steel
And I’m having a mean, mean season.
We’ve said everything there is to say.
One more drink and I’ll be on my way.
Sometimes it’s rough
To admit to yourself that you’ve had enough.
Lucille, Lucille, you don’t know how I feel.
Nothing here seems to have any rhyme or reason.
Lucille, Lucille, my heart ain’t made of steel
And I’m having a mean, mean season.
No more lies, no more pain.
I can never live through this heartache again.
Must be a way.
I wish I could stay and start over and over and over.
Lucille, Lucille, you don’t know how I feel.
Nothing here seems to have any rhyme or reason.
Lucille, Lucille, my heart ain’t made of steel
And I’m having a mean, mean season.
Lucille, Lucille, my heart ain’t made of steel.
Nothing here seems to have any rhyme or reason.
Lucille, Lucille, you don’t know how I feel
I’m having a mean, mean season.
I’m having a mean, mean season.
I’m having a mean, mean season
NY Mining Disaster, 1941 (B. Gibb, R. Gibb, M. Gibb)
Keith Lentin – organ
Mark Newman – guitar, bass, percussion
In the event of something happening to me
There is something I would like you all to see.
It’s just a photograph of someone that I knew.
Chorus:
Have you seen my wife Mr. Jones?
Do you know what it’s like on the outside?
Don’t go talking too loud, you’ll cause a landslide, Mr.
Jones
I keep straining my ears to hear a sound.
Maybe, someone is digging underground.
Or have they given up and all gone home to bed
Thinking those who once existed must be dead.
Chorus
Little One
Words and music: Vincent Poag
Little one, barely able to stand on the ground.
Careless and reckless, the world’s your playground.
There’ll come a time when my words will resound
Up or down, these arms wrap around.
Little one, I’ll embrace every inch that you grow.
We’ll swim in the summer and ride on the snow.
And if you’re not sure of the way as you go,
Turn to me; I’ll pretend that I know.
There’s so much you will learn from the things you
recall.
No valley’s too wide, no fence that’s too tall.
There’s no question too many and answers from all
Nobody’s too big to stumble and fall.
There are sounds on the rise you won’t hear ‘til you fall
We’ve all learned to walk but we’ve all had to crawl.
Just rely on your patience when time seems to stall.
Nobody’s too big, nobody’s too small.
Little one, it’s your song, sing it out sing it true.
Persevere with a dream for a dream to come true.
Sing with all of your heart, that’s all I ask of you.
Everyone, everywhere was little once, too
God For Sale: (M. Newman, Dogzilla Music, BMI)
Lee Nestor – b.g. voc.
Ian Cohen - b.g. voc.
Steve Holley – percussion
Keith Lentin – bass, guitar, b.g. voc. acoustic guitar
Mark Newman – dobro
From the corners of America
To the local TV station
Come those smiling faces
Made up for local syndication
They’re gonna show you right from left.
They’re gonna show you right from wrong.
They’re gonna show you how to donate
While the choir sings the song.
They got God for sale, God for sale.
Send your hard earned money, get salvation by mail.
They got God for sale, God for sale.
Get to Heaven on your credit card.
With overwhelming sincerity,
You know they really steal the show.
They warn about false prophets
While the profits grow and grow.
They sing about the Rock of Ages
While they deny the age of rocks.
They play the Good Sheppard
While they try to fleece the flock.
Chorus
King Richard the Lionhearted
He led the children and crusaders
To a blood bath in the Holy Land
Against the Saracen invaders.
Well, if you should run for president,
Just to get the record straight,
I’m gonna be your biggest dissident,
To keep a separate church and state.
Chorus: (S. Albert)
Mark Newman – guitar, bass, percussion
Mambo Dancing: (M. Newman, Dogzilla Music, BMI)
Lee Finkelstein – drums
Keith Lentin – bass
Mark Newman – guitar, percussion, organ
Climbed into morning from that same old dream.
I thought I saw her as I stared out to the east.
Can’t keep looking back to find my way.
Everywhere I go I still see her face.
Chorus:
And I’d love to perform with both feet on the ground
But my life is so up in the air.
A heartbeat is heard way above the crowd,
Mambo dancing while no one is there.
I can still feel her eyes, how they magnetize.
I can still feel her body holding close to mine.
Dancing all through the night to that Latin beat.
Dancing all the way home down deserted streets.
Chorus
Sometimes the wind screams out her name.
Sometimes the sun feels like her hand upon my
face.
The rain sound like percussion of a Mambo band.
Hoping she’ll appear and take me off for one more
dance.
Chorus
So, So Cynical (M. Newman, Dogzilla Music, BMI):
Mark Ambrosino – drums
Georgie Wood – Organ
Keith Lentin – bass
Mark Newman – guitar
In the beginning she read me poetry.
I don’t remember what came over me.
She moved in and she took control, somehow.
Her tender lovin’ was oh, so physical.
But now her lovin’ got much too clinical.
I used to love her but I’m so, so cynical now
Chorus:
I used to love her but I’m so, so cynical now.
I used to love her but I’m so, so cynical now.
She hates the poor ‘cause she thinks they’re really
crude.
She looks at them and says with an attitude:
You can’t make a silk purse from the ear of a sow.
Well, I admit that I’m no rocket scientist,
But now she wants me to see her psychiatrist.
I used to love her but I’m so, so cynical now.
Chorus
Bridge:
What she want from me, anyhow?
If I were smart I’d forget about her now.
Poor little rich girl, she’s misunderstood.
I’m going back to my old neighborhood
I used to love her but I’m so, so cynical now.
Chorus
A Love In Vain: (J Montalbo, M. Newman, Dogzilla
Music, BMI)
Mark Ambrosino – drums
Naomi Margolin – b.g. voc.
Mark Newman – guitar, bass
All of my friends
Think I’m insane,
Running around, drinkin’ ‘em down
Tryin’ to ease the pain.
I knew you were trouble.
I knew this was wrong.
I tried to fight you with all of my might
But I’m just not that strong.
Chorus:
When your love’s an addiction burning deep in your
soul
And you find a way to live with the pain;
Well, you’re damned if you do and you’re damned if
you don’t
When you’re living with
A love in vain.
You hurt me in public.
You push me away
But later that night, try to make it all right.
Tomorrow’s another day.
Chorus
Bridge:
Am I in love or just filling a need?
My friends tell me I’m being deceived.
But I’ll believe what I want to believe.
Chorus
Wanda: (Domingo Samudio, J. Bubenik
Loosahatchie Music)
Anton Fig – drums, percussion
Mark Newman – guitar, bass, keyboard
Wanda, darling Wanda.
Child of the night.
Wanda, sweet, sweet Wanda.
Your love was my light.
I can’t forget the night we shared
And your tender smile.
Oh Wanda,
Sweet Savannah child.
Wanda, darling Wanda
Angel in disguise.
Wanda, sweet, sweet Wanda
I miss your emerald eyes.
I tried so hard to tell you, girl
I need you by my side.
Oh, Wanda
Sweet Savannah pride.
Goin’ Underground: (M. Newman, Dogzilla Music,
BMI)
Chris Marshak – drums
Mark Newman - guitar, mandolin, bass, percussion
Wait for darkness curse the light.
Gonna leave here late tonight.
Hush, now baby don’t you make a sound.
Tell all my friends that I’m going underground
I’m going underground
I’m going underground
I’m going underground
There’s an old farmhouse I used to know.
Been abandoned since the last snow.
Maybe they left a little food around.
Tell all my friends that I’m going underground
I’m going underground
I’m going underground
I’m going underground
Be my lover, be my friend.
Stay with me until the bitter end.
Move through the shadows so we can’t be found
I’m going underground
I’m going underground
I’m going underground
I’m going underground
Love Won’t Ever Pass This Way Again (M. Newman,
Dogzilla Music, BMI)
Mark Newman - guitar, lapsteel, baritone guitar
I thought that we could survive
All of the heartaches of staying alive.
Now we’re victims of the times.
Closed our eyes and closed our minds.
Gotta find a way
To get stronger and move onward
But it hurts me when I say
Chorus:
Love won’t ever pass this way again.
Love won’t ever pass this way again.
I walk past your door in the rain.
I should move on, still I remain.
Maybe I should scream your name.
Maybe I should go away.
Maybe some day
I’ll get stronger and move onward
But it hurts me when I say
Chorus
Bridge:
Staring through familiar faces
I get lost in those in those familiar places.
I walk the streets ‘til night turns into day.
We struggled hard to get by.
Those hungry years show in your eyes.
You say that it’s in the past.
We were never meant to last.
I wait for the day
We’ll get stronger and move onward
And it hurts me when I say.
Chorus
