Looking For The Light ©2015 by Douglas S. Benson D Am G Am C G Em Bm D F#m Am Em F#m Bm F#m Bm G Dm G Am D C G Em7 I watch you close tonight C G Em Bm Stolen moonlight on your skin D F#m Am Em A shade that comes from fright F#m Bm F#m Bm Let me in, please let me in G D Am I’m just looking for the light C - G D C G Em7 I didn't have to ask C G Em Bm One glance, one long embrace D F#m Am Em I will hold you to the last F#m Bm F#m Bm And this vast and rolling sky G D E Esus-E Paints starlight on your face -------------------------------------- Cm G Through all these years of darkness Cm G Through all the fears and fright Dm G Dm G I fled the sun, Flown at the moon Cm G Bm But I'm still looking for the light Dm C G I am looking for the light -------------------------------------- D Am G Am D Am G Em D F#m Am Em F#m Bm F#m Bm G D Am C - G -------------------------------------- D C G Em7 Through the crowd I move at will C G Em Bm A preacher warns of fires of hell D F#m Am Em I have seen their futures, too F#m Bm F#m Bm Thieves and killers them as well G D Am In the dark where I found you C - G D C G Em7 I have sinned and I am cursed C G Em Bm Condemned to ever walk the earth D F#m Am Em And it cannot be put to rights F#m Bm F#m Bm Oh the hunger, oh the thirst G D E Esus-E Still I’m longing for the light -------------------------------------- Cm G Through all these years of darkness Cm G Through all the fears and fright Dm G Dm G I fled the sun, Flown at the moon Cm G Bm But I'm still looking for the light Dm C G I am looking for the light -------------------------------------- Bm Dm Am Em F#m Bm F#m Bm D C G Em C G Am E -------------------------------------- E G If I could pull up stakes A (Adrop) E (esus) Correct mistakes, escape these chains E G Comes the dawn and I'm afraid A Adrop E That I will soon be unmade G A7 And as I wait the rising sun -------------------------------------- Cm Em I am looking for the light Cm Em I am looking for the light Cm Em Bm Dm Am I am looking for the light Cm Em I am looking for the light Cm Em I am looking for the light Cm Em Bm Dm Am I am looking for the light

The Dunes ©2011, 2015 Douglas S. Benson Down the peaks of the western sky On the trail from what to where Thunderclouds preceded her and I As we wandered wildly, here and there We set camp for the night By the side of the crumbling ruins And in the silence before the squall We heard the drumming of the dunes And if I Felt like, I Could if I Would if I Beat the skin Beat the drum Just join in When they come The smell of wet dust all around Thunderclap echoes drown the sound Long enough for present tenses And we grappled with our senses Shook off oppressive moistened air Quickly cleaned our dishes Staked our rain fly tight to ground And gave the greening sky our prayers and wishes Dimly we Knew that we Would be fine Just hold on But too late Down they come From the clouds Banging drums <instrumental through next chorus> Flashing light illuminated her to me We held tight to one another Like twisted earthworms in a mud sea As the ground quaked, so did she While I slept She held on Waiting for Breaking dawn When I woke She was gone Leaving just Voiceless drums Only echoes, fading from the dunes

Small Me ©1988, 2015 Douglas S. Benson Am (dn) E,Em D, Dm Am-Em-Am Am Dm What’s the big deal about going outside? E Am I hear there are places where big things can hide Am Dm In dark, frightening caves and in menacing trees E Am They growl and they roar in their blue dungarees ----- Am Dm G C (dn) All through the day, the TV shows me the way Am Dm G E <stuff> Am All through the night, I lie and shiver in fright ----- A7 Cm-Gm Dm-A Why would they lie? What if we’re doomed? F#m <openE> D <C#sus> So I stay in my section, and watch my reflection Bm <openA> E,E7, <c#dim?>,E7,Am As shadows grow dark in the room ----- <instrumental> ----- Am Dm The internet showed me the latest disease E Am It offers up nothing but more miseries Am Dm In tubes and in wires there are voices that moan E Em Am I hear them howl through the screen in my phone ----- <transition> ----- Cmdim I’d rather stay inside Amdim Locked up in my room Cmdim Amdim With everything cozy and cuddly and kind E Em <susD> A7 And everything safe and warm in my cocoon Dm E Just small little me Am(dn) E,Em D, Dm Am-Em-Am With my small, little mind

Tomorrow's Gonna Be A Great Day by Douglas S Benson 9/10/2012 G--Csus, G--Em G--Csus, G--Em C Am Em Water snakes around the base of the buildings G Em A7 D Concrete mountains, rivers of trees C Am Em The ghost of the man on a wire is walking above me G Am C D Talking about the things that he sees C Am Em And from the deck of this great ship G Bm Am D7 Spires reaching to heaven G Am Em Towers of babel, speak unto me G Am C D Make me a captain of industry = chorus = Bm G This I must remember Bm Esus-E Fine day in September G Am There is one thing I know G A7 You will not bring me low G Am7 C D Tomorrow's gonna be a great day G Em Am Dm7 Tomorrow's gonna be a great day <instrumental repeat> C Am Em I'll be here again in the morning G Em A7 D To meet with the men in their pinstripes G Am Em In my red power tie, full windsor knot G Am C D Silver cufflinks on every big shot C Am Em Rivers of green, ants on the Hudson G Bm A7 D Glorious views from each mirrored window G Am Em Reflecting the sky, the birds in the air G Am C D Soar through the clouds on a wing and a prayer = chorus = G--Csus, G--Em G--Csus, G--Em G--Csus, G--Em G--Csus, G--Em

The Way Out by d.s. benson 10/1/2012 We shaped up We shipped out Worked hard and we Didn't leave any doubt about it We got up But not until the bell ring We walked proud Did more than they were asking chorus: Thank you for your service to The company. Whatever Befalls you now good luck to you In all your future endeavors We counted Our blessings We didn't think That we were so replaceable Our neighbors Had lower cost o' labor We never once suspected Our dog tags were erasable <bridge> Expected no guarantees <Don't look for a handout> We got none But a boot print on our backsides <Don't let the door Hit--you on the way out> <instrumental> Reassess! Move over! Lay your body down For we need something To roll over Progress! Erase me! So proud I made it Possible to seamlessly Replace me. chorus: Thank you for your service to The company. Whatever Befalls you now good luck to you In all your future endeavors inst: <Expected no guarantees> inst: <We got none> inst: <But a boot print on our backsides> Don't let the door Hit--you on the way out On the way out On the way out

Oh, Dios Mio! Oh, Dios Mio by Doug Benson 6/9/14 (G7) C Oh, Dios mío! G G7 C Mis testículos son muy grandes. C G G7 C - C7 Como planetas, orbitando mi pene gigante. C7 F Ay, Dios mío! Fm Cristo me ayuda! C Am D7 G C7 Estas bolas no caben en los pantalones. C7 F Oh, Dios mío! Fm Piñatas de carne! Fm C G-G7 C - Am Si no te gustan, besa mis nalgas. BRIDGE Bm7 Em Bm7 Chupa mis huevos Bm7 Em Bm7 Contempla mis bolas Bm7 Am D7 Lamer mis cojones, D7 G Bm7 Con Salsa Picante INSTRUMENTAL Em Bm7 (“Aye-Aye-Aye”) Em Bm7 (“Oy-Ya-Ya”) Am D7 (“Oy Vey”) G G7 (“Aaahhhhh”) G7 F Oh, Dios mío! Fm Ay, Dios mío! Fm C G-G7 C - C7 Si no te gustan, besa mis nalgas. C7 F Oh, Dios mío! Fm Ay, Dios mío! Fm C G-G7 C - F - C Si no te gustan, besa mis nalgas. Translation: (G7) C Oh my god! G G7 C My testicles are very large. C G G7 C - C7 Like planets, orbiting my gigantic penis. C7 F Oh my God! Fm Jesus help me! C Am D7 G C7 These balls won't fit in my pants. C7 F Oh my god! Fm Piñatas of meat! Fm C G-G7 C - Am If you don't like them, kiss my butt cheeks. Bm7 Em Bm7 Suck my balls Bm7 Em Bm7 Contemplate my balls Bm7 Am D7 Lick my balls D7 G Bm7 Please, Miss C7 F Oh my god! Fm Oh my god! Fm C G-G7 C - F - C If you don't like them, kiss my butt cheeks.

The King of Western Swing ©1994, 2015 Douglas S. Benson Am Dm G E When passing through Turkey you’ll spy the white tower Am Dm G E (x4) A penescent rocket, capped with a vi-o-leen Am Dm G E A graven reminder will tell you the story Am C G (x4) Am Of the life of the King of Western Swing G (x2) Am (x4) Am Dm G E You’ll find his museum in a room in the high school Am Dm G E Halls lined with pictures, the students long fled Am Dm G E Everyone flathead, inbred and corn-fed Am D G (x4) Am All of them blanco and most of ‘em dead G (x2) Am (x4) C Am Dm E Winona, class of '49, she was a hottie C Am G E Billy Bob, back in '46, he was a hunk Am Dm G E They must have been breeders, 'cause today the town’s normal Am D G (x4) Am A little too white though, and far too much junk G (x2) Am (x4) C D G C If you’re pale-faced and square dance, and if you can yodel C D G E And your truck has a rifle that’s not just for show C D G C Yippee tie one on for a turkey-trot side trip C D G((x4 Am They need some new breeders; you might as well go G (x2) Am (x4) Am Dm G E The museum's often locked, the school long abandoned Am Dm G E (x4) Not much to see but the tin vi-o-leen Am Dm G E A scratchy record of the town’s single glory Am C G (x4) Am (3/4) As the home of the King of Western Swing

JE NE SAIS PAS 1991 Doug Benson French translation by Greg Benson There’s a crowd of hungry people Knocking on my door Searching through my dreams For something higher With arrogance born of long contempt I open up the blinds And treat them to a vision of a liar But their chanting keeps on getting louder Demanding me to speak To comfort, justify and praise The worthless and the meek Je ne sais pas Je ne sais pas Je ne sais pas But they don’t understand Je ne sais pas Je ne sais pas Je ne sais pas This is all that I am I don’t know what’s going on I tell the teeming people on my lawn There’s a crowd of many monkeys Camped out on my lawn Waiting for the miracle banana A peanut vendors wanders As the crowd parts before him Hawking bread crumbs and sardines As if its manna And the chant finds new direction As the vendor finds out soon But he has no protection And quickly is consumed Je ne sais pas Je ne sais pas Je ne sais pas Tell me what does it mean? Je ne sais pas Je ne sais pas Je ne sais pas Thank god its only a dream I wake up as the crowd disperses With shiny silver in their purses

I Love You, I Do Saturday, May 23, 2015 by Douglas S. Benson Em Emsus6-Asus2 Em Emsus6-Asus2 Em Emsus6-A7 Bm E-sus E I will love you when we're old G Em B7 When you're old and gray Bm E-sus E When you have forgot my name G D Am Am When my voice is cracked and frayed C G Am When you’re shaped just like your mother C G Em When I'm balder than my father Bm Esus E I will love you when we're old Am-C G When we're old and gray Em Emsus6-Asus2 Em Emsus6-Asus2 Em Emsus6-A7 Bm E-sus E Oh the things that worried me G Am B7 Don’t concern me anymore Bm E-sus E We are growing old together G Em Em-sus D And the more I’m with you I want you all the more Cm So I say these three words every day Em Emsus6-Asus2 Em Emsus6-Asus2 I love you, I love you Cm C#dim G Em Cm I love you, I love you, There's no one above you Em Em-sus Am D G I love you, I love - I love you F# Bm 25 years since we both said I Do F# G 25 years I've been married to you G D Am C G whoa-oh oh - oh C G Am When my eyes are wholly blind, and C G Em One of us has lost our mind Bm Esus E A thousand times a thousand lives Am Em D Would be too short a time to spend with you F# Bm Our love will survive F# G Long beyond our lives G D Am C G whoa-oh oh - oh Cm And I Remember to say these three words every day Em Emsus6-Asus2 Em Emsus6-Asus2 I love you, I love you Cm C#dim G Em Cm I love you, I love you, There's no one above you Cm D One word - then three words then finally two: Am D G Marci, I love you, I Do

Walmart, Just After Midnight D.S. Benson, Oct 2, 2016 C - Am7, C - Am7 C - Am7, C - Am7(G) C Am7 D7 My family we ain’t much to look at F Em Dm7-G My pa cursed the day I was born C Am7 F Am Am7 But that ain’t no matter, he curses a lot D7 Em G It's one of the several twitches he's got Bm7 Em-G-Dm7-G7 And the reason he stays off the phone C Am7 D7 My ma is a bearded lady F Em Dm7 G I got her a cream to take care of her hairs C Am7 F Am Now she waxes her mustache with pride D7 F And she keeps herself tidy with clippers and works Dm7 G7 C The security office upstairs C Am7, C Am7(G) Bm G In my grandparents day, people called us all freaks Bm Em We’d be run out of town on a rail D Am Em Or displayed in a circus tent, living on dimes Bm Dm7 G Like my relatives did in the dark ages times Bm7 Em-G-Dm7-G7 To avoid being tossed into jail C Am7 But today, we’re okay F C - G And we’re all well adjusted Am Em And gainful employed every night Am Em F A7 Just take a short ride and venture outside D7 G C To the Walmart, just after midnight (Instrumental) C Am7, C Am7(G) C Am7 D7 Leo, my brother, the dog faced boy F Em Dm7-G His hair is the color of wheat C Am7 F Am Am7 Pretends he’s a werewolf and howls at the moon D7 Em G And he barks at the cars and he sleeps until noon Bm7 Em- G- Dm7-G7 He’s an absolute whiz with a spreadsheet C Am7 D7 And I am the lizard lady F Em Dm7 G I manage the cosmetics shelf C Am7 F Am Am7 My boss says that I am the best that she’s seen D7 Em G For I know every ointment, each shampoo and cream Dm7 G7 C Am7(G) And have tried every one on myself C Am7 And today, we’re okay F C - G And we’re all well adjusted Am Em And gainful employed every night Am Em F A7 And we're thankful to go to our modern day freak show D7 G C At Walmart, just after midnight C Am7, C Am7

That's When Shit Gets Real July 2016, Douglas S. Benson The waves when you won your love The mountains when you feel You found the one you waited for That's when shit gets real You faced the wind and got the job You sailed the seas to earn enough A pink slip in a quiet room That's when shit gets rough Heart, she stand Life, she ponder Love, she mend But sorrow wend and wander Heart, she stand Life, she ponder Love, she mend <instr> Flashing light in blue and white A shaking hand that grips the wheel A silhouette upon the street That’s when shit gets real That’s the moment when you drown A crest that pulls you under A mighty tower fallen down A photograph torn a-sunder <instrumental> Ain't no mountain high enough To see the wave that’s coming Ain’t no valley low enough To keep the wave from here Heart, she stand Life, she ponder Love, she mend But sorrow wend and wander Heart, she stand Life, she ponder Love, she mend But sorrow wend and wander Heart, she stand Life, she ponder Love, she mend

Tumor Douglas. S, Benson They said I was an accident They thought I was a tumor Mom was not expecting much But she had no sense of humor When my older brother came They thought that he would be the last But just the same, the love bug came And bit mama on the ass <instrumental> So I owe my fate to that single night I guess desire is strange Papa forgot the coin packet But he had a pocket full of change Now many people owe their lives To such lusty folk as mine And I am very proud to say That the tumor was benign.

The Gods Douglas. S. Benson They make us cry They make us cough They fill our eyes with blinding mist They watch us die We hear them scoff The gods do this to piss us off We complain About our fate We curse our pain and the things we hate We curse the gods And wish they’d go Or did they leave us years ago