GREENHOUSE BLUES (music by Rich Marcil, lyrics by Peter Preston/Steve Davis)
Hey pretty baby Have you heard them say This place is getting hotter baby Day by day Seems all the things we burn And most the things we do Are making it a hotter place for me and you No one seems to listen Listen to the news No one wants to sing about the greenhouse blues... - Yeah yeah yeah, La la la Shooby dooby wah wah wah It's all right if it happens again I guess we might as well begin - I wake into the morning And I hurt so bad Payin' a pretty price For all the fun that we had Can't quite remember it all And it makes me mad Been going at it like this since I was a lad It makes my family, friends and lovers all real sad Call me a black sheep, a bad man, or just a cad - It's gettin' me nowhere but I never learn it The answer is clear but I can't discern it Got a flame inside, I guess I should burn it It's a clear pattern, reckon I earned it It's a cryin' shame - It's a cryin' shame My own self to blame Not gettin' nowhere Not gettin' any fame No one wants to know my name They all think I'm lame It's just the same old same No one's glad I came Burned too bright a flame Just playin' the game I got to make my claim Before it gets t'me - I get up every morning whether I want to or not Thank the Lord above I got three hots and a cot Tell the druggie man that I would rather not Partake of his most bodacious pot Then I hit the road, give it a shot Get some new wheels, down to the car lot - It's gettin' me nowhere but I never learn it The answer is clear but I can't discern it Got a flame inside, I guess I should burn it It's a clear pattern, reckon I earned it It's a cryin' shame It's a cryin' shame...Rich: 6 and 12-String acoustic guitars, tambourine; Peter: Vocals, harmonicas; Steve: Bass, drums, electric guitars, vocals.