'Livers' (2005)

Let the whiskey flow like rivers,
Sin the sins that make us quiver,
(both as takers and as givers)
Tomorrow we'll lament our livers.
--jjorge

"...and did I mention that you smoke?"

I can tell we're not meant for each other,
Oh just let me count the ways:
You're headstrong and could be a bother,
My dear we'd not last for a day;
You eat the wrong things -it's appalling,
pizza with french fries, oh dear,
You don't like Rioja -how galling!
(if anything, you'll take a beer)


I can tell we're not meant for each other
Oh just let me count the ways;
you march to your very own drummer,
you're determined to have things your way,
You care not a wit for refinement,
You don't go to operas and plays,
and dresses to you are confinement,
A tomboy you've been all your days;


I can say we're not meant for each other,
It's apparent in so many ways,
you've a temper (just like my mother)
...and yet...I am here in this haze;
I shan't worry, it's merely a crush dear,
You're not meant for me -I won't have it!
So why am I feeling this rush dear?
...Oh well, you're my heroine habit.
--jjorge

"World Cup Blues" (2006?)

Alas, I'm not a worldly chap
(Though I have travelled o'er the map)
Though I have visited and roamed
In Buenos Aires, London, --Rome

I've 'inhaled', 'drunk' and 'eaten' cultures
Like some crazed, voracious vulture.
I've lived like locals, learned their ways
Embraced their pasts--their nowadays

And yet I'm still a Philistine
'Cause I can't dig a certain scene...
(Would you believe it makes me yawn
much less arise to watch at dawn!)

A sport with balls that has no bats
Or three-point shots or touchdowns... Rats!
If I could work some interest up
--stop being a provincial pup--
I'd still not love the worldly Cup.
(G.L.)

'Broke and Broken Up' (lyrics by G.Lally)

My sister-in-law's FB status today was 'My Power Washer Broke'.
Someone said it sounded like a country song. So, here goes!


'Broke and Broken Up'
(lyrics by G.Lally)

My power washer's broke and so ain't I,
My man just left me for a teen-age tramp,
Oh, honey, buy me beer so I can have a cry!
beer and country music make my eyes so damp!

Some one stole my pickup, and my dang dawg died,
that ol' bill collector's knocking on my door
I need to find a place where I can go and hide,
but no one wants to take me in no more!

...I'm broke and broken up, but I ain't broken..."
truer words than that just ain't been spoken!
So cowboy, buy me a beer and play that song,
'cause everything I ever had's gone wrong!

Now please don't think that I am always bitchin'
but this toothache has me feeling...well, like shit!
this morning I woke up and I was itchin'
at least those pesky bedbugs like me quite a bit

...I'm broke and broken up, but I ain't broken..."
truer words than that just ain't been spoken!
So cowboy, buy me a beer and play that song,
'cause everything I ever had's gone wrong!

Correcting the Record

One time a woman called me ‘feckless’,
Well, how 'bout these feckles on my nose!?
I'd say her allegation's kinda reckless
don't you suppose?

I guess I'd hafta say that
that old gal is just a dunce!
--and anyway, I have been ROYALLY fecked,
more than once!