The dead man singing

The dead man singing a song to Elvis Presley

The dead man singing a song to Oliver Hardy Kissed by the morning sun with the only friend I forgot to invite to my wedding Kissed by the morning sun with my head on the ground out of the bar bring me another bier while the others are waiting for me in the church I can't stop thinking about Allison "Babe" Hardy Kissed by the morning sun an image in my mind You and I laughing watching "Way out West" Then the officers arrive It's time for me to go to the church so that voice inside my head It's time for you to go to the church or back home

The dead man singing a lo-fi song to Arthur Lee You still have something to say something to say more and more and more again and more again Changes, forever changes Changes, forever changes The red telephone rings, my love my love, my love, my love....

The deadman singing a song to William Burroughs To read a book is easy words after words and words so now why I can’t take over this page as if it should live as if it could understand as if it should smile about my weakness everytime I try to turn the page or to figure out what the story tells about me as if it should live as if it could understand as if it should smile about my weakness everytime I try to turn the page or to figure out what the story tells about me

The dead man singing a song to Amy Winehouse: She lives on the same floor I lived since I was five years old Has a poster on the wall signed "from Amy with all my love" It is something She could die for something She could die for It is something She could die for something She could die for She always close the door before lying in her bed She always close the door before singing "Tears dry on their own" It is something She could die for It is something She could die for She always close the door before lying in her bed She always close the door before singing "Tears dry on their own"

Love For Sale, Love For Sale, Love For Sale but Not For Me Love For Sale, Love For Sale, Love For Sale but Not For Me

Dance, dance, dance, dance to the radio Dance closer

Dance, dance, dance, dance to the radio Dance closer

The dead man singing a song to Frank Sinatra In the back seat of a car watching stars falling down Wherever You are I'll be there In a club, at night dancing, shouting Wherever You are I'll be there

The Dead Man Singing a song to Johnny Thunders In a Street near Teramo I couldn't believe what I saw That face in this place believe me i'm not drunk In New York City, in the 70's It should be obvious but now? It's not a dream On stage He's amazing his riff is irresistible In New York City, in the Bowery It should be obvious but now? It's not a dream

The dead man singing a song to Joey Ramone