Paul Moeller

Paul Moeller

 San Diego, California, USA
BandPopSinger/Songwriter

Subversively original music... Melodic. Funny. Smart. Irreverant. Hook-laden. Catchy. Political. Satirical. In-yer-face. Spot-on. Unique. High Energy. Get up and dance. You'll be laughing today and still humming it tomorrow. Fun!

Biography

Paul Moeller is an independent songwriter/musician from North San Diego County. His tastes and talents cover the musical spectrum - from hilariously provocative, catchy pop concoctions to evocative instrumental pieces. You've heard nothing quite like what Paul puts out!

Growing up in Cincinnati, Ohio, Paul inherited his wide-reaching love of music from his dad, who was prone to have classical, country, pop, showtunes and god-knows-what-else all stacked up on the same turntable. As a youngster, he learned to play piano, studying at the Cincinnati College-Conservatory of Music under Ilona Voorm - a Bela Bartok protégé, and soon started composing original tunes. During those rebellious teenage years, he taught himself to play the guitar, and continued writing songs, performing at a wide variety of events. Along the way, he also acquired a 12-string guitar and developed a distinctive and hypnotically percussive playing style.

In the mid-90’s he began writing, arranging and performing music with Ginny Frazier, who recorded with world-renowned musician Peter Buffett, and performed on the Disney ‘Pocahontas’ movie soundtrack. Together, they founded the group Circles & Arrows, and explored music that fused folk, blues and rock with traditional African and Native American instruments. Paul arranged and produced their debut album, ‘Adopted Strangers’, which received enthusiastic critical acclaim, and was selected as one of the top local recordings of 1998 by the Cincinnati Post ( …”a stunning and intriguing album”). Mike Breen of City Beat described the work as “Beautiful, lilting songs that soar with spirituality...captivating and often hypnotic...".

At the dawn of the new millennium, Paul began to channel his muse into more edgy material. He plugged in, switched gears, moved to the San Diego area, and co-founded the band Common Crowd. They’ve been playing lively, upbeat music at clubs, parties (and anyplace else the cops will let them) for the past few years. In 2007, they were featured, performing several of Paul’s original tunes, in a Del Mar TV special, which received a video competition award at the San Diego County Fair.

Paul’s recent focus has been on writing and performing ‘subversively original music’. With a keenly observant eye, and a true knack for the craft of songwriting, he has composed a catalog of catchy, witty, danceable songs - offering a skewed kaleidoscope of intriguing observations into the human condition - while celebrating the patchworked fabric of American culture. Some of these songs are featured on his most recent recording: “Chaos Junkie… and other observations”.

Oh, and then there's this... while managing to keep a couple fingers plugged into his classical roots (it's theraputic), Paul has also released his first compilation of elegent, hauntingly beautiful instrumental pieces, entitled 'Aurora'. He performed many of these tunes at the 2008 San Diego County Fair.

It’s hard to describe or categorize Paul's music – especially with influences as diverse (and bizarre) as… Elvis Costello, Warren Zevon, Randy Newman, Matthew Sweet, XTC, Mozart, Spike Jones, Bob Dylan, Hunter Thompson, Paul Westerberg, Frank Zappa, & Tom Lehrer (google away)… how about: “Melodic. Smart. Hook-laden. Funny. Catchy. Political. Satirical. In-yer-face. Spot-on. FUN!”

His performances of this highly original material are always spirited, engaging, brimming with energy, and just plain fun. Paul presently serves as Music Director, and has been performing regularly with, Technomania Circus, a well-regarded (or notorious - depending on who you talk to) San Diego performance art troupe.

When he's not out occasionally wooing romantics and little old ladies with his instrumental pieces, he or his group can be spotted rocking away - playing around the San Diego area at various venues that welcome edgy and exciting music.

Paul continues to explore, and redefine, his musical boundaries - digging deeper and reaching out in a variety of directions. Schizo??? - maybe. Inspired ??? - definately!

Check out his tunes. Take a peek at the lyrics. It's really good stuff. Inspired songwriting. This guy has true talent!

Lyrics

It's Xmas Time Again

Written By: Paul Moeller

Verse 1:
Thanksgiving was yesterday
The tinsel is on display
Colored lights are going up
The shopping crowd is getting rough
I’m digging thru the attic
For those cards I didn’t send
Get out the plastic Santa Claus
It’s Xmas time again

Verse 2:
The merchants have sprung their traps
My basket is full of crap
The kiddies are getting wired
The parents are tense and tired
I’m stranded in a checkout line
That never seems to end
Get out the plastic money
Cause it’s Xmas time again

Chorus:
I’m getting frenzied
And I just don’t have a reason
I’ve been waiting all year long
For Xmas season

Verse 3:
Those specials are on TV
Right next to my plastic tree
Pine polyurethane
The dog thinks it’s his latrine
I chew a chunk of fruitcake
For hours and hours on end
Get out the plastic silverware
It’s Xmas time again

Chorus:
I’m getting frenzied
And I just don’t have a reason
I’ve been waiting all year long
For Xmas season

Verse 4:
Somebody will throw a bash
Get blitzed, then go home and crash
The air’s full of joy and cheer
If only it were sincere
We party like a bunch of fools
Pretending to be friends
Get out the plastic smile
Because it’s Xmas time again

Testosterone

Written By: Paul Moeller

What makes me wanna bust your head
What makes me wanna wish you dead
Testosterone
What makes me wanna grab a gun
And shoot some mammals just for fun
Testosterone

What makes me wanna join the corps
And shoot same ragheads in the war
And get a couple more tattoos
And hate the faggots and the Jews
Testosterone

What makes me order pay-per-view
And watch it with your sister, too
Testosterone
What makes me wanna ride a bike
That’s louder than a shuttle flight
Testosterone

What makes me buy a pickup truck
And just not give a fuck
And talk trash to some sexy bitch
And run your ass right in a ditch
Testosterone

What makes me wanna join the Klan
What makes me vote Republican
Testosterone
What makes me bet a losing hand
What makes Jack Daniels my best friend
Testosterone

What makes me mumble when I talk
And makes me swagger when I walk
And makes me wear a cowboy hat
And smoke unfiltered cigarettes
Testosterone

What makes you wrong, what makes me right
What makes me wanna pick a fight
And flip the bird, and shake my fist
And walk around perpetually pissed
Testosterone

Chaos Junkie

Written By: Paul Moeller

Sorry I missed the message
You left on my machine
Sorry that I showed up late
Such an ugly scene
Sorry I missed your birthday
Sometimes I forget
When you’re drinking from the firehose
You get a little wet

Short on time
Short on money
Gotta keep
The engine running
Short and sweet
That’s how I love it
Short attention - Short on time - I don’t mind
I’m a chaos junkie

Weaving down the freeway
Just as pretty as you please
With a Big Mac in my hand
And a Coke between my knees
Stocking up at Safeway
In the frozen entrée aisle
Ripping out the tub
Putting in new tile

Short on time
Short on money
Gotta keep
The engine running
Short and sweet
That’s how I love it
Short attention - Short on time - I don’t mind
I’m a chaos junkie

Chug another Red Bull
Stick a Bluetooth in my ear
Pop another pink one
When the haze begins to clear
Just can’t conjure up a smile
I’d rather smirk
Hey, there’s not more time to play
Gotta get to work!

Short on time
Short on money
Gotta keep
The engine running
Short and sweet
That’s how I love it
Short attention - Short on time - I don’t mind
I’m a chaos junkie

Native Son

Written By: Paul Moeller

I know where the hit men hang
I know how to choose 'em
I know how the weapons work
I've got the training to use 'em
I come from a part of town
Where we like to kick a man when he's down
Don't wanna wait til the second round
You gotta slap 'em and bruise 'em

I'm your native son
I'm the chosen one
And I've joined the coalition
Now I'm on a sacred mission
And I'll keep on flying til I get shot down

I'll break out the dynamite
When something needs fixin'
I've got a mandate to do what's right
Like my dead friends Jesus and Nixon
I know what the numbers say
I know how to read 'em
And I know who's hungry
I've got some red meat to feed 'em

I'm your native son
I'm the chosen one
And I've got this klan of friends
Who'll ride with me til the end
And we'll scorch this land until our work is done

I've got the code words memorized
I know just when to say 'em
I've got some aces stuffed in my shirt
And I'm just dying to play 'em
I know anger and I know fear
I know how to make Bubba cheer
We'll run the infidels out of here
We're gonna reclaim our nation

I'm your last best chance
Take another glance
As we fight this holy war
Here!… not on some distant shore
Rushing thru that open door, yes I'm the man

The Encinitas Shuffle

Written By: Paul Moeller

Down in Encinitas
the weather's always fine
the water tastes like women
and the women taste like wine
all year long the flowers blossom
spreading springtime everywhere
the surf is simply awesome
and no one needs an ipod with those wires sticking their ears
'cause there's music in the air

Down in Encinitas
they've got dreadlocks in their hair
tattoos on their private parts
and tie-dyed underwear
surfboards stuffed in the backseat
hand-rolled cigarettes
flip flop sandals on their feet
they grab a towel and wrap around and peel those wetsuits off
and change right in the street

Down in Encinitas
there's no trans fat in the food
they all practice tantric yoga
they all sunbathe in the nude
the coffee is organic
they eat raw fish every day
and drink wheatgrass mango smoothies
and the karma when they meditate at midnight down at Moonlight Beach
never fades away

I went down to Encinitas
in my diesel SUV
blogged on my Blackberry
from my condo balcony
now I've bought up several beachfront lots
I'll tear those condos down
and bring in my developers
and build a nice exclusive, all-inclusive five star chic resort
to liven up this town
…the Encinitas Shuffle

Behind The Gate

Written By: Paul Moeller

Gotta put a wall up
Gotta put a fence up
Need a gate on the road with an access code to the other side
Gotta have a guard out
Gotta keep your guard up
These are troubling times
Gotta keep what’s mine
Oh yeah, I’m gonna keep what’s mine

Gotta keep the doors locked
Gotta keep the windows barred
A ‘No Trespass’ sign and a spotlight shining on my front yard
Gotta have a weapon
Gotta keep it by my side
These are troubling times
Gotta keep what’s mine
Oh yeah, I’m gonna keep what’s mine

Got in early
Got out on top
Knew when to start
I knew when to stop
The deck is stacked
Each time I play
I’m gonna keep it that way

Gotta paint your house beige
Gotta park between the lines
Or we’ll tow your car to the impound yard, and you’ll pay the fine
Gotta trim your hedges
Gotta keep our values high
These are troubling times
Gotta keep what’s mine
Oh yeah, I’m gonna keep what’s mine

Sheltered funds
Offshore accounts
Investment gains
Obscene amounts
My private beach
My crashing surf
My mountain vista
My sacred turf

Gotta put a wall up
Gotta put a fence up
Need a gate on the road with an access code to the other side
Gotta have a guard out
Gotta keep your guard up
These are troubling times
Gotta keep what’s mine
Oh yeah, I’m gonna keep what’s mine

I'll Be Right Here

Written By: Paul Moeller

I'll be right next to you
When rain comes pouring thru
The hole that I neglected to repair

I'll be right here with you
When the mortgage is past due
And there's no one else who really seems to care

chorus:
I'll be right here
To hold you near
I'll be right here,
Next to you dear,
I'll be right here,
Oh yes I swear you'll find
I'll be right here with you till I change my mind

On the day we said “I do”
I stood right next to you
You were the sweetest creature I could find

I made a solemn vow
And I'm keepin it somehow
I've given up the life I left behind.

(chorus)

I'll be right by your side
As we watch the rising tide
Wash away the remnants of our lives

I'll sit and hold your hand
When it don't work out as planned
And comfort you just like you were my wife

(chorus)

Take Me To The Movies

Written By: Paul Moeller

I want a slice of real life
Another bite, another taste, another swallow
Grab the kids and grab the wife
Forget about the rent – I’ll pay it tomorrow
Forget about the bills – I’ll pay ‘em tomorrow
Just take me to the movies
Take me to the movies, oh yeah! (OOOH!)

I’m dying to see a twelve-on-one
With guns and motorcycles
Some switchblade, kung fu, chainsaw fun
Where Girl Scouts suck on rifles
It’s all so damn delightful
Just take me to the movies
Take me to the movies, oh yeah!

Watch cars smash thru plate glass windows
See someone vomit blood
A hatchet job on someone’s fingers
Wrestling in the mud
A husband straightens out his wife
With Junior’s rusty pocket knife
We’ve come so far since black-n-white
Technicolor brings out the life (out the life)
Oh, take me to the movies
Take me to the movies, oh yeah! (OOOH!)

Don’t wanna watch no TV show
Ran out of beer this morning
I’m turning off my radio
It tends to leave me snoring
It’s all so bloody boring
Just take me to the movies
Take me to the movies, oh yeah!

Watch a love triangle victim
Mangle everyone one
See a woman dangle by her toes
With no clothes on
Forget your daily humdrum pace
You’ve got a little time to waste
Catch a million dollar face
The big screen’s the only place (only place)
Oh, take me to the movies
Take me to the movies, oh yeah! (OOOH!)

I want a slice of reel life
Another bite, another taste, another swallow
Grab the kids and grab the wife
Forget about the rent – I’ll pay it tomorrow
Forget about the bills – I’ll pay ‘em tomorrow

The Bad Boy

Written By: Paul Moeller

Well, you caught my eye
From way over there
In that tight dress I see the outline
Of your underwear
Your smile says yes
Your eyes say hello
So do you wanna bake a cake
Or just play with the Crisco?

Oh, you’re with some guy
He’s big and tall
One part Mister Cool
Two parts Neanderthal
I’m not gonna stalk you
Or kick in your door
I just wanna know
What you’re looking for

I’ll nibble your neck
I’ll kiss your cheek
Caress you ‘til your knees are weak
But you want the guy with the grease on his hands
The Clint Eastwood scowl
And the teenager glands
You want a bad boy – You want the bad boy – You want that bad boy

I’m the one who’ll whisper sweet things
In your ear
I’ll cook up some dinner
Fetch my own beer
But you want the guy
With the Hulk Hogan brain
Who makes Rambo look sweet
And Charles Manson sane

I’ll bring you jewelry
I’ll send you flowers
I’ll pet your pussy cat for hours
But you want the guy who will mess with your head
Track in some mud
And then pound you in bed
You want a bad boy – You want the bad boy – You want that bad boy

I don’t have a tattoo
Done by my cellmate
I don’t forget to call
Never show up late
Wouldn’t call you ‘bitch’
Won’t call you ‘whore’
So I guess I’m just not
What you’re looking for

I’m not gonna say you look fat in that dress
Or your boobs are like two bug bites
Or your hair’s a mess
I won’t insist on those heels that don’t fit
But you want that man-child
Who’ll treat you like shit
You want a bad boy – You want the bad boy – You want that bad boy

An Egg and a Car

Written By: Paul Moeller

I woke up - I’ve got lampshade eyes
We broke up - for the seventh time
She took off - with my 45
And the dog – and my four wheel drive

Don’t need to see you, or knock on your door
Don’t need to pick myself up off the floor
Don’t need to hear your voice anymore
Don’t need to know where you are…
Just need an egg and a car

I found out - many years ago
That the world - is out of control
Spinning round - like a broken top
Flagged me down - like a traffic cop

Don’t need no sunshine; don’t need a beer
Don’t need a woman to bend my ear
Don’t need that seat at the end of the bar
Don’t even need my guitar…
Just need an egg and a car

Rumpled sheets - and an empty bed
Got the past - banging in my head
I’m not blind - but I won’t look back
Got no time - for a heart attack

Don’t need your leather; don’t need your lace
Don’t need your touch, I don’t need your taste
Don’t need a scratch on the side of my face
Don’t need a new battle scar…
Just need an egg and a car

Not Gonna Be The Same

Written By: Paul Moeller

Huddled in your house of cards
Dreaming ‘bout yourself
It’s your favorite subject - we all know
Wondering why the world just doesn’t get it
But you do ….
How can everybody be so slow?

You’re the one who’s seen the light
You’re the one who gets it right
You’re the dancer
With the answer

It’s not gonna be the same
Not gonna be the same
Not gonna be the same
When you get back

Drifting in your insulated bubble
All alone
Floating on your self-inflated worth
Blind to all the seeds of pain
And damage that you've sown
Just one prick will bring you back to earth

You're the one who calls the shots
But you can't connect the dots
Your illusion
Is delusion

It’s not gonna be the same
Not gonna be the same
Not gonna be the same
When you get back

Standing in the spotlight
Of the fantasy you stage
Suddenly, nobody wants to pay
Your shiny new persona
Doesn't match what’s on the page
Truth is just a thousand lies away

You’re living in a dream
A lie, an endless scheme
It’s crumbling
You’re stumbling

It’s not gonna be the same
Not gonna be the same
Not gonna be the same
When you get back

Vulnerability

Written By: Paul Moeller

Vulnerability, vulnerability, vulnerability, vulnerability
America born of greed - sell ‘em what they don’t need
America born of pain – the little one fries again
Vulnerability, vulnerability
They’ve got capital goods
They’ve got capital gains
They’ve got marketing research
They’ve got your number and your name
(… your number and your name)

Vulnerability, vulnerability, vulnerability, vulnerability
You’ve gotta fit the mold - another package sold
You’ve gotta stay in style – it’s changing all the while
Vulnerability, vulnerability
They’ve got low down payments
They’ve got charge accounts
They’ve got cheap installments
And they love to stretch ‘em out
(… they love to stretch ‘em out)

Vulnerability, vulnerability, vulnerability, vulnerability
They take you by the hand - Ha! They’ve got you by the balls
They take you for a ride – they take you for all you’ve got
They’ve got corporate image
They’ve got fine print fees
They’ve got television
And they’ve got you on your knees
(… they’ve got you on your knees)

Vulnerability, vulnerability, vulnerability, vulnerability

Transcontinental Flight

Written By: Paul Moeller

Heading out tonight
Transcontinental flight
A message to deliver
A motivated giver

A struggle for control
The drama still unfolds
This game is played for keeps
The winner never sleeps

Power is the fuel
A never-ending duel
It’s narcotic
Greed and politics
All tangled in the mix
And it’s toxic

Traveling very light
Transcontinental flight
A meeting back on land
A single bag in hand

A mission and a goal
Another luckless soul
Position is no match
For conspiracy and cash

An unobstructed view
A target moving thru
A diversion
A momentary spark
Illuminates the dark
Then it’s over

Heading back tonight
Transcontinental flight
Wheels touching down
Feet back on the ground

The meaning isn’t clear
It’s not my job to care
Another message sent
Another body spent

Another transfer made
Another fee’s been paid
For a service
Another snuffed out life
Buried on page five
But it’s not over
…It’s not over

This Is The Life

Written By: Paul Moeller

I’m a hit maker
Yeah, a real ball breaker
I’ll turn you on to the glitter scene
It’s all lights and flash
A really sold-out bash
I’ll put you in front of a stash of green

(Chorus)
This is the life
What you waited for
Call it what you may
But play it as it lays

I’ve got the right credentials
To skip the fundamentals
You’ll be up there looking down real soon
So if you really need it
I’ll be the one to feed it
And I use a shovel for a spoon

(Chorus 2x)

No other words are needed
They’ll only go unheeded
This is the place, yeah, this is the time
You’re in the right position
So make a bright decision
Welcome to the club… sign on the line

(Chorus 2x)

It Never Gets Too Hard

Written By: Paul Moeller

Woke up this morning
And I had to pee
It was too far to walk
So I went back to sleep
Punched the remote
Saw some young folks on TV
I guess they’re speakin’ English
But it sounds like Greek to me
I drink my Metamucil
While the kids play in the yard
Life may not be that easy
But it never gets too hard

Can’t walk without my cane
Can’t hear without my aids
Can’t see without my glasses
The print begins to fade
I gum my food
I’m short of breath
Lost all my hair
But at least I get respect
I get a discount down at Denny’s
And a drug prescription card
Life may not be that easy
But it never gets too hard

I’ve watched the culture crumble
Watched the heroes fade
Watched Pete Rose kick ass
No matter where he played
X Generation
Has run amuck
The rich keep getting richer
And the poor keep getting………burnt
I snicker as they argue
‘bout “One Nation Under God”
Life may not be that easy
But it never gets too hard

Well I've walked a million footsteps
And seen a million things
Smoked a million cigarettes
And downed a million drinks
Cashed in on some long shots
And learned to hedge my bets
I might stagger down the homestretch
Yeah, but I've got no regrets
I used to be a greyhound
Now I’m just a St. Bernard
Life may not be that easy
But it never gets too hard

I Just Wanna Kill Something

Written By: Paul Moeller

I hit the road with bloodshot eyes
My palms are wet - my mouth is dry
Burning, burning deep inside
I just wanna kill
I just wanna kill something

Got a fifth of Jack and a case of Bud
My pickup plunges thru the mud
The breeze blows brisk - I can smell the blood
I just wanna kill
I just wanna kill something

I just wanna kill, I just wanna kill
I just wanna kill something
I just wanna kill, I just wanna kill
I just wanna kill something

The snow is bloodstained - my barrel’s hot
The power surges thru me as I fire another shot
I know I’m in control, and that furry bastard’s not
I just wanna kill
I just wanna kill something

Now the season’s over – there’s nothing on TV
The wife just keeps on bitching, and the kids won’t go to sleep
I’m feelin’ kinda shaky – better stay away from me!
Cause I just wanna kill
I just wanna kill something

I just wanna kill, I just wanna kill
I just wanna kill something
I just wanna kill, I just wanna kill
I just wanna kill something

Over The Limit

Written By: Paul Moeller

Doing sixty-five, I’ve been imbibing
Hittin’ doubles, ain’t been keepin’ score
Can’t keep my nose on target as I’m driving
A siren, flashing lights behind me
Now I know for sure (and I say…)

Oh no! I’m over the limit
Oh no! I’m out of control
Oh no! I’m over the limit
And I just can’t seem to handle it anymore
Oh no, no no!

Spending money long before I get it
The finance folks say, “come and get some more”
Exhausted up my line of unused credit
Now their hands are in my pockets
And they’re knocking at my door (and they say…)

Oh no! You’re over the limit
Oh no! You’re out of control
Oh no! You’re over the limit
And you just can’t seem to handle it anymore
Oh no, no no!

Living each day like there’s no tomorrow
The future’s here, so what’s tomorrow for?
I want it. I need it. I’ll grab what I can borrow.
But I’m only treading water
As I drift away from shore (and I scream…)

Oh no! I’m over the limit
Oh no! I’m out of control
Oh no! I’m over the limit
And I just can’t seem to handle it anymore
Oh no, no no!

Standing on a Mountain

Written By: Paul Moeller

Trail of tradition
Shroud of suspicion
Power plays to jockey for position
No introspection
Not reaching out
Just a cozy cubicle of doubt

I see the shadows and I see the dawn
Standing on a mountain in the darkness
I hear the voices echo on and on
Standing on a mountain in the silence – silence

Unspoken words
I feel the sound
I feel them thrashing, crashing all around
Blinded by a vision
Awakened from a dream
Shaken by a softly whispered scream

I see the shadows and I see the dawn
Standing on a mountain in the darkness
I hear the voices echo on and on
Standing on a mountain in the silence – silence

Shatter the pattern
Break the mold
Loosen the grip that’s taken hold
Rewrite the dialogue
That begs to be replayed
Set it free today!

I see the shadows and I see the dawn
Standing on a mountain in the darkness
I hear the voices echo on and on
Standing on a mountain in the silence – silence

Shots

Written By: Paul Moeller

Some hit the target
Some miss the mark
A shot from the hip
A shot in the dark
Some go thru the hoop
Some go thru the heart

A slip of the tongue
A slip of the finger
A slip of the mind
A slip, a slip
A moving target
You’re it

You can’t go back
No
Don’t turn around
You can’t go back
Cause you’re not there
You never were

A shot at success
Take your best shot
Make mine a double
Hit the spot
Inoculation
Assassination

A moment in time
A movement in space
The scene of the crime
The look on your face
An image locked in place
Begins to fade… erase

You can’t go back
No
Don’t turn around
You can’t go back
Cause it’s not there
It never was

You can’t go back
No

You can’t go back
No
Never

I Was Only Looking For A Friend

Written By: Paul Moeller

You came and calmed me with your healing touch
You came and sparked me with your smile
Now I’m on my way
To some other place
I’m terrified… where am I going?

Sometimes it takes tragedy
To turn the world on end
I wasn’t looking for a miracle
I was only looking for a friend

You came and touched me with your intensity
You came and spoke to me with your eyes
Now I’m spinning ‘round
Lips move, but no sound
This thing’s got wings – don’t know how it flies

Sometimes it takes mystery
To make you think again
I didn’t want an explanation – no
I was only looking for a friend

--- (instrumental verse)

Sometimes it takes sweat and pain
Before the work begins
I wasn’t looking for an easy gain
I was only looking for a friend

You came and offered me your shoulder
You came and laid bare your soul
You turned on the light
But it’s so damn bright
Takes a lot of faith to lose control

Sometimes the wheels spin and spin
Before the plan sets in
I wasn’t looking for a changing course
I was only looking for a friend

Sometimes you’ve gotta be wide awake
Before the dream begins
I wasn’t looking for the path to take
I was only looking for a friend

…I wasn’t looking for a miracle
I was only looking for a friend

Drive So Slow

Written By: Paul Moeller

Are you putting on makeup
Brushing your teeth
Or scratching some places
Down underneath ?
Are you cooking an omelet
On a portable stove ?
Why the hell do you drive so slow ?

The sign saws 50
You’re at thirty-five
Is this some kind of crazy strategy
To keep yourself alive ?
Yeah – you’re one of the survivors
But you’ve sure pissed off a lot of drivers
Why the hell do you drive so slow ?
Why the hell do you drive so……

Are you mesmerized by the dashboard's glow ?
Have you conjured up 3 feet of snow ?
Do you even know where you’re tryin’ to go ?
Why the hell do you drive so slow ?
Why the hell do you drive so…..

Put down your dinner
Put your foot on the gas
Hang up the phone
And move your ass
But then again maybe
You're just nursing a baby
Why the hell do you drive so slow ?

In all those universities
They’re trying to cure some rare disease
The geniuses study philosophies
And life’s perplexing mysteries
But when you're out there for a ride
Logic’s not applied
Why the hell do you drive so slow ?
Why the hell do you….

Are you filled with ancient wisdom you’re just aching to bestow ?
Something that the rest of us are way too dense to know ?
A warped passive-aggressive quid-pro-quo ?
Why the hell do you drive so slow ?
Why the hell do you drive so…..

Discography

2009 - Chaos Junkie ...and other observations
2009 - Aurora
1998 - Adopted Strangers

Set List

Perform mostly original tunes.
Can play up to 2 hours of originals.
Also have a catalog of unique arrangements of cover tunes - which tend to be upbeat, danceable numbers.

Original titles include:
An Egg and a Car
Behind the Gate
Chaos Junkie
Doubt
Drive So Slow
I Just Wanna Kill Something
I'll Be Right Here
It Never Gets Too Hard
It's Xmas Time Again
Kiss You
Lethargic Blues
Native Son
Over The Limit
Post-Traumatic Stress
Reach Up! Reach Out!
Shots
Standing on a Mountain
Take Me To The Movies
Testosterone
The Bad Boy
The Encinitas Shuffle
This Is The Life
Transcontinental Flight
Vulnerability