GOLDEN BOY
Music by Julien VegaLyrics by John Greaves & Julien Vega

On the floor of Wall Street I’m one of a kindI’m no ordinary guyIf I sell or I buy I don’t even tryI can make a million dollars in the blink of an eye

Making a fortune is easy for meHow hard can it be?
I’ll probably never get old
Everything that I touch turns to gold


I’m flying high, I’m a fortunate guyBut try as I mightThere’s something that doesn’t sit rightAnd I think I know why


One thing I know that my money can’t buyThat’s love, think about it

Making and breaking and takingDoesn’t matter how big your greed is


When what you need isSomeone who’s pretty and witty and niceWho’s life doesn’t turn on a roll of the dice
Who not so convinced everything has a price
I don’t think twiceThat’s what I need
Making a fortune is easy for meHow hard can it be?Excuse me but I’m on a rollYou see that all that I touch turns to gold
I’m flying highI’m a fortunate guyAnd I don’t know whyI simply don’t burst into songOnly one thing is wrong
One thing I know that my money can’t buyThat’s love, think about it

Making and breaking and takingAll you do is feed what your greed is


When what you need isSomeone who’s pretty and witty and niceWho’s life doesn’t turn on a roll of the dice
Who’s not so convinced everything has a price
I don’t think twice
I knowLove is what I need

I JUST DON’T CARE

Music by Sebastijan Duh
Lyrics by John Greaves

THERE IS SOMETHING IN HIS EYES
THAT I SHOULD RECOGNIZE
BE SMART BE COOL BEWARE

EVEN THO I REALIZE
IT’S PROBABLY UNWISE
I JUST DON’T CARE

MY FEET ARE OFF THE GROUND
MY POOR HEAD IS SPINNING AROUND

PLEASE JUST LET ME FANTASIZE
HE’S NOT LIKE OTHER GUYS
IT’S REAL LOVE I HAVE FOUND

LOOKS LIKE THE WRITING’S ON THE WALL
NO USE IN FIGHTING, NONE AT ALL
WHO COULD HAVE THOUGHT THAT I WOULD FALL
SO HELPLESSLY ?

IF YOU’RE THINKING I AM DUMB
TO FALL UNDER HIS THUMB
DUMB MAYBE BUT I’M HAPPY

THE LYRICIST’S LAMENT

Music by Sebastijan Duh
Lyrics by John Greaves

I was asked to write a song
I said “Easy,” it’s “easy peasy”
Just find a word at the end of the line
Then you gotta make it rhyme
With love and stars above
It won’t take you very long

But I found out that I was wrong
Wasn’t thinking, had I been drinking?
Words don’t fall like rain from the sky
But a lot of little jewels
Like tiny molecules
Could grow up to be a song

Try to sing it using verbal dexterity
You can wing it schmoozing perfect sincerity
You could be climbing a stairway to heaven
Once you’re up it you’ll be stuck like a puppet on a string

So we’re coming to the end the conclusion
No illusion,
This little story’s hit the end of the road
And it’s just a bunch of sounds
To please the ear
So nice to hear
And you got another job
Done and dusted

THE STEELWORKER

Music by Julien Vega
Lyrics by John Greaves & Julien Vega

Hip Hop perched up on a beam
Way above the crowd
I’m as happy as I seem
Sitting on a cloud
Hip! I’m at the top
Hop! On top of New York

Tough guys throwin’ steel around
Way above the ground
Like they are dancing with the
Joists and the girders
1,2 and 3 and 4
Hoist! Up to the next floor.

Working for my pay
Like any other guy
Just another day
For cowboys in the sky

Down there tryin’ to make a buck
I ran out of luck
Man I hardly got to eat
Just a bum on the street
Up here I’m the guy to meet
I’m mister Rockefeller

Hip Hop sitting on a cloud
Way above the crowd
I’m as happy as a clam
Betcha life I am
Hip! I’m at the top
Hop! On top of New York

Tough guys throwin’ steel around
Way above the ground
Like they are dancing with the
Joists and the girders
1,2 and 3 and 4
Hoist! We’re going up
Up to the top floor.