Eli Stevens and The Scruffy Little Dogs

Eli Stevens and The Scruffy Little Dogs

 Burlingame, California, USA
BandAlternativeSinger/Songwriter

Rowdy and ragged, rockin' roots and country, original and sometimes downright insulting.

Biography

Influences: John Hiatt, John Prine, Randy Newman, Steve Earle.
We like slightly overdriven guitars, and lyrics that say something new (or at least in a new way).

Lyrics

What's Your Point?

Written By: Eli Stevens

Steven Berger (writing as Eli Stevens) gitrsteve@sbcglobal.net

WHAT’S YOUR POINT? © Eli Stevens 2003

Your lips move, sounds come out.
What are you so worked up about?
What’s your point? What are you tryin’ to say?

Yeah, me and the boys been making some noise.
That’s nothing new. We do it all day.
What’s your point? What are you tryin’ to say?

You’re too subtle for this old boy, always talking shades of gray.
Now if you’re planning to make a point,
Make it or get out of the way…

It’s over, we’re finished. This is the end.
You’re runnin’ off with my best friend.
What’s your point? What are you tryin’ to say.

But before you leave, would you fix me a snack?
Change your mind, honey, and I’ll take you back.
What’s your point? What are you tryin’ to say?

You’re too subtle when you use words,
But who needs words anyway?
The way you’re holding that kitchen knife,
I’ll listen to what you’re tryin’ to say…

But you slam the door, rattle the pane.
Don’t even try to explain.
What’s your point? What are you tryin’ to say?
What are you tryin’ to say?

Grandma's On The Chain Gang

Written By: Eli Stevens

GRANDMA’S ON THE CHAIN GANG- © 2003 Eli Stevens

Grandma made a download of her favorite song.
Grandma made a download, full knowin’ it was wrong.
Dolly Parton didn’t get one dime.
Grandma made a download, now she’s doing time.

A drummer from a rock band came a-knocking at her door.
He waved documentation, she waved a forty-four.
Some misunderstandings can be made to go away,
But camera crews were on the scene that day.

Grandma’s breaking rocks on the chain gang.
Thos prison sripes don’t look like Sunday best.
Scratch another line on the wall behind your cot.
“Cause ninety days is just what Grandma got.

On this subject, we all have opinions.
The price of a CD, now that’s a crime.
And granny might get out on good behavior.
Lord knows we miss her most come suppertime.

Grandma’s breaking rocks on the chain gang.
Those prison stripes don’t look like Sunday best.
Scratch another line on the wall behind your cot.
‘Cause ninety days is just what grandma,
ninety days is just what grandma,
ninety days is just what grandma got.

Further Than the Floor

Written By: Eli Stevens (Steve Berger)

FALLEN (Further than the floor) - © 2003 Eli Stevens

I had suspected you had one foot out the door.
Now that you’ve packed your things, I guess I’m sure.
I dug this hole with a bottle, then I dug this hole some more.
Now I’ve fallen as far as the floor.

Your mother called and said you’d left me, as if I couldn’t tell.
She said to forward your mail.
I said, “Go to hell”.
I dug this hole with a bottle, then I dug this hole some more.
Now I’ve fallen much further than the floor.

Maybe I’ll wake up, and you’ll say we didn’t break up.
Maybe I’ll stand up, someone give me a hand up.
I need a ladder to climb up to level ground.
I’ve sunk so low I don’t know if I can come around.

I’ll get over you, it won’t take long.
Maybe three verses a solo and a chorus
of a two minute forty second song.
I dug this hole with a bottle, and I can fill it up once more.
I’ll be a better man than before,
‘though I’ve fallen much further than the floor.

I'm Mrs. Jones

Written By: Steve Berger

I’M MRS. JONES - © 2000 Steve Berger

People see me ‘round town, say, “Hey Mrs. Jones.”
“How’s that handsome man of yours?”
If marriage is a lifeboat, love must be the oars,
And the Joneses are upon the rocky shore.

I’ve noticed you around. Yeah, you’re new in town.
I hope you don’t think I’m too bold.
You know how people are, how rumors circulate-
You had a failed marriage, I am told.

The piercing color of your eyes
burns into my memory.
And if you want to know my name-
Mrs. Jones is what they all call me…

What do I have to show for all my time with him?
We have no children and no life.
He’s got so many friends, there’s no room for mine.
I guess I’m just a trophy wife.

You won’t reveal the secret hid behind your eyes.
You may have been the victim of too many lies.
My final papers should be coming through in June.
“Hello, I’m Mrs. Jones, and I’ll be single soon…”

It's A Wonderful Lie

Written By: Steve Berger


IT'S A WONDERFUL LIE
© 2007 Steve Berger

Hush, don’t you cry, crying brings nothing but tears.
Tears will dry and fade in the years.
No more tears to cry, dry your eyes.
It’s a wonderful lie.

People are insensitive, humor can be dry.
Words sting like alcohol, hide the hurt inside.
No more tears to cry, dry your eyes,
It’s a wonderful lie.

I was a child at daddy’s knee.
Truth left me paralyzed, lies set me free.
Time makes us older, just older not wise.
It’s a wonderful lie.

Now I’ve got children, they skin their knees and cry.
They need more to hear, listen loud and clear.
No more tears to cry, dry your eyes.
It’s a wonderful lie.

Wintertime in Winterland

Written By: Eli Stevens

WINTERTIME IN WINTERLAND- © 2007 Steve Berger

You can’t take too much ‘cause it’s never enough.
No such thing as too much stuff in Winterland.

This tomato’s pretty, but it tastes like fish.
Someone’s playin’ with DNA, getting rich in Winterland.

(chorus)
Wintertime in Winterland. Hide our heads beneath the sand in Winterland.
Wintertime in Winterland. Bury me in the sands of Winterland.

There’s jobs a-plenty. Yeah, they’re back again.
I used to make twenty, now I’ll take ten in Winterland.

We can’t raise taxes, the people spoke.
The state is closing, schools are broke in Winterland.

(chorus)

In the interest of security, Freedom takes it on her knees in Winterland.

Everyone in this country's
come from somewhere.
If you're coming today,
we don't want you here in Winterland.

(chorus and out)

(chorus)

Sweet Nothings

Written By: Steve Berger

SWEET NOTHINGS- © Steve Berger
I know I’m using you, I think you’re using me.
But we’re both getting something that we need.
There’s just one little thing I had not foreseen –
Tell me sweet things as you’re pulling on your jeans.

I think our relatives are better off unseen.
You don’t have to earn the money, I won’t cook and clean.
We don’t have to act like fools and get our feelings hurt.
Whisper sweet nothings as you’re buttoning your shirt.

It’s just my sense of pride that needs to hear you say
that you are more in love today than yesterday…

This doesn’t mean I feel the same but if I do,
I wouldn’t say it ‘till I heard it come from you.
I once had feelings, the kind you can restore.
Just say you love me as you’re walkin’ out the door,
As you’re walkin’ out the door.

Broken Pieces

Written By: Steve Berger

BROKEN PIECES © 2006 Steve Berger
If I could hold you one more time,
if I could stop this world from spinning,
and night from turning into day.
Then I would find the words to say
to make you want me, make you stay.
But I can’t make the world slow down.
You’ve left me in broken pieces right here on the ground.

I don’t want to lose control,
But I can’t control this feeling.
This feeling that I’m still the same-
And now you’ve gone, you’ve gone and changed.
And left me in broken pieces out here in the rain.

Those other girls were just for fun.
I always thought you’d be the one.
You know me better than I do…

I’ve got some growing up to do.
It’s harder now I’m without you.
You made your choice, you’ve got the right,
Now let me be alone, be alone tonite.

You think you knew me.
You’ll never know the new me,
‘cause I’ve been burned, lessons learned…

Upside Down In America

Written By: S. Berger & T. Crescenti

UPSIDE DOWN IN AMERICA © 2009 S. Berger & T. Crescenti

When you’re upside down in America, the bottom becomes the top.
When you’re upside down in America, you’ve fallen and you can’t get up.
Your mortgage was a lifeline, now a living hell.
Too late to call your broker that it’s time to sell.
You can’t afford a doctor, you’re not feeling well.
You’ll pull through somehow; you’re in the poorhouse now.
When you’re upside down in America, you’re worried but you’re not sure yet.
When you’re upside down in America, will you have to sell the private jet?
Once you had a title, used to be big time.
Now you’re a white collar pink slip in the unemployment line.
You owe more on your family than what they’re worth.
You’ll pull through somehow; you’re in the poorhouse now.
Some men took billions of other people’s money.
Every day there’s more arrested.
Commissions here, mansions there.
Nothing left to be invested.
So many greedy people, so little shame.
(They’ll) steal your retirement, steal your name.
They don’t need a gun to take what you own.
Will they get off somehow?
They’re in the courthouse now.

You Said I Do, Now You Don't

Written By: Steve Berger

YOU SAID I DO (NOW YOU DON’T) © 2009 Steve Berger

We said I will, now we won’t. That was the first of our lies.
How does this happen to men and their wives?
You said I do, now you don’t.

A bottle of perfume is all that you left.
Are you even changing your scent?
The label says Forever Yours, what a joke.
Remember the words that we spoke?
You said I do, now you don’t.

Is this forever or just for a while, another is taking my place.
And I’m beyond caring, hearing your name.
You said it once, will it still feel the same
When you say I do, and you don’t.

A bottle of perfume is all that you left.
Are you even changing your scent?
You think you know someone but what do you know
besides how you feel as you’re watching them go?
You said I will, then you went.

Forever’s a mighty long time.
Forever you said you’d be mine.
This past year could have been better spent,
now that forever, it came and it went.
You said I do, now you don’t.

Discography

Our first CD, "I've Changed", is available on CD Baby, Tower online, and through itunes. Almost all of the tracks have gotten airplay
across Europe.
The new CD, "This Ain't Country 'till We Say So" is just out, already being played in Texas, Connecticut and Europe, available at cdbaby.com, Napster, itunes, etc.