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If Lovin’ Me Was Easy…  

by Sammo

(Written. performed, recorded and produced by Sammo from the album VAGABONDAGE.)

If Lovin’ Me Was Easy…

Satan’s lusty bedbug I’ve been called by one and many
Cutie pink all on the outside / black inside like Good ‘N’ Plenty
I’m a side show refugee / punk bitch pedigree
Baby, baby, baby, don’t you wanna come home with me

   There ought to be a warning label stuck to my head with glue:
   If lovin’ me was easy… then everybody’d be doin’ it

Cupid’s drunken doorprize passed round like a hot potato
I’m Technicolor trouble like that Wiz of Oz tornado
I’m a detox dilettante / out-to-lunch restaurant
Baby, baby, baby, you know that I got what you want

   There ought to be a warning label stuck to my head with glue:
   If lovin’ me was easy… then everybody’d be doin’ it

Passion’s rusty wheelchair taking laps round The Inferno
The heartache in your crosshairs / jaded sinking down the drain-o
I’m a peepshow saboteur / stankin’ like Hallmark manure
Baby, baby, baby, I’m the man for you and that’s for sure

   There ought to be a warning label stuck to my head with glue:
   If lovin’ me was easy… then everybody’d be doin’ it

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Easy to be a Heathen - by Sammo

(Written. performed, recorded and produced by Sammo from the album VAGABONDAGE.)

Easy to be a Heathen

I was standing on the corner between Monk & Ruin
I was selling my wares, can’t say business was boomin’
I was trying to find me a loophole in Murphy’s Law 
I was kickin’ tin cans, just lovesunk & swearin’
‘cause if love is a baby, I’m an unfit parent
Then I met me a brown-eyed girl born on the Lord’s Day off

Oh when the church bells stop ringing
and the angels stop singing
She makes it easy to be a heathen
She brings me love
when I got nothing to believe in

Saw her playing eight ball with a crooked cue
Looking cooler ‘n Keith Richards sitting on ice cubes
She said, “First I’m gonna clear this table,
then I’m gonna put a hurt on you…”
She took me upstairs and my heart did drop
It felt like dancing on the lid of Pandora’s Box
when she sunk her hand in my front pocket
and kicked off her shoes

Oh when the church bells stop ringing
and the angels stop singing
She makes it easy to be a heathen
She brings me love
when I got nothing to believe in

Jubilation, what a sweet damnation I have found
If this ain’t heaven, I don’t wanna be told
Strike me down with a thunderbolt
but mark my words as they depart my throat
The hallelujahs of a heathen should count tenfold

Oh when the church bells stop ringing
and the angels stop singing
She makes it easy to be a heathen
She brings me love
when I got nothing to believe in

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Eraser Days & Wite-Out Nights - by Sammo

(Written. performed, recorded and produced by Sammo from the album VAGABONDAGE.)

 Eraser Days & Wite-Out Nights

Ooh let’s go out and make the same kind of mistakes
like when we didn’t know better / we were much better off
Oh yeah, let’s throw the dice / C’mon and dim the lights
We’ll make a monumental mess that we just can’t correct

This ain’t the Love Boat -  no, it’s the Titanic
but I’m a real good swimmer, so baby don’t panic
I’ll bring the champagne - you better get the life jackets
take a deep, deep breath,  looks like we’re gonna get wet

Ooh let’s go out and make the same kind of mistakes
like when we didn’t know better / we were much better off
Oh yeah, let’s throw the dice / C’mon and dim the lights 
We’ll make a monumental mess that we just can’t correct

This ain’t no fire drill - it’s a criminal inferno
‘cause when you smile like an arsonist
I’m all paper fit to burn-o
I’ll cook up an alibi, you better ditch that Zippo
We won’t apologize
we just gon’ watch that smoke, watch that smoke rise

Sure don’t look like Kansas / since your twister kissed me
Guess we made a wrong turn / before the Emerald City
‘cause when you’re riding shotgun
cocked and loaded to distract me
you really grease this heap
‘til I’m boiling like some piston steam

Ooh let’s go out and make the same kind of mistakes
like when we didn’t know better / we were much better off
Oh yeah, let’s throw the dice / C’mon and dim the lights
We’ll make a monumental mess that we just can’t correct

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The Way She Made Me Ache - by Sammo

(Written. performed, recorded and produced by Sammo from the album VAGABONDAGE.)

The Way She Made Me Ache 

Baby sang like a wrecking ball
demolition mating call
Ten story men
reduced to wind and crumbled walls

Ashes to ashes
smolderin’ in her wake
all that is left is the way she made me ache

Baby shines like a playground slide
beggin’ brave boys, come take a ride
Speeding earthbound fast
just to kiss the dirt and crash

Ashes to ashes
smolderin’ in her wake
all that is left is the way she made me ache

Baby steals like a midnight thief
robs you blind boy, but you still can see
She got lock, stock and safe
but there’s one thing she can’t take

Ashes to ashes
smolderin’ in her wake
all that is left is the way she made me ache