Album - The Beer Slut

by Dave Mason Music

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1.
Cruel World 05:29
Cruel World © Dave “Hedgehog” Mason 28 June 1992 The sergeant tells me, “Stand and Fight!” - The preacher says I’ve got my rights Myself, I feel the dark night closing in… Tell me - what is wrong, what is right? Are the answers in my dreams at night? Why is it that we fight but never win? ‘Cause it’s a cruel, cruel world - for each helpless child – each boy and girl For the timid and the sane, what is here for them to gain? In this cruel, cruel world…. We swell with pride, we patriotize, the bugle sounds to teary eyes The flag unfurls its memories of war…. I turn away – unsure, confused - I’m laughed at, sneered at, I stand accused Yet can someone please explain what it’s all for? ‘Cause it’s a cruel, cruel world - for each helpless child – each boy and girl For the blind, for those who see, must they die just to be free? From this cruel, cruel world…. Stand up strong and be a man - oh, can’t they see or understand I’m doing all I can just to make it through? ‘Cause in the end we all will die, why live a life that’s just a lie? No-one’s going to cry for me or you ‘Cause it’s a cruel, cruel world - for each helpless child – each boy and girl For the black, brown and the white, they gain nothing from the fight In this cruel, cruel world…. No dreaming while your eyes are wide, no crying for the ones who have died No listening to what you feel inside at all… Just carry on, my warrior son - your life of hate has now begun And peace will just cause your feet to turn and fall… ‘Cause it’s a cruel, cruel world, for each helpless child – each boy and girl For the wealthy and the poor - death soon knocks upon our door In this cruel, cruel world….
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I’ve always tried behaving, I live a life that’s good I listened to my ma and pa - my wife, just like I should Alas, my favorite thing on earth that fills me up with cheer Night or day, I have to say, I love an ice cold beer… When I am on vacation I love to hike and swim I paraglide, I scuba dive, I hang out on a limb Now, there’s no better way to end a day so filled with fear Than to find a bar and have a jar or three of ice cold beer… I’d stay up late, drink a crate - still wake up feeling bright Friends and I’d philosophy, we’d put the world to rights A final one with the rising sun would start a brand new day Just one cup of coffee and then I’d be on my way… My doctor said the other day, “Dave, you’ve gotta stop Drinking ANYTHING where the label even mentions the word “hops” Your cholesterol is through the roof, your BP’s way too high And if you don’t stop drinking beer I’m afraid that you might die… Now, life ain’t ever easy, they say life can be a bitch Once upon a time I thought my songs would make me rich My wife is always on at me, her words falls on deafened ears “Imagine how much we could save if you stopped drinking beers!” Oh, I like beer, I like beer, oh, I like beer oh so much Beer for Dave and Dave for beer - I’m really a beer slut If you pity my affliction, you just lookee here There’s nothing in this whole damn world quite like an ice cold beer! I’m not getting younger, I’ll soon be 64 I remember Paul McCartney’s song from a hundred years before My life’s been an adventure and if the end is drawing near When it’s time to go, I’ll say, “I told you so!” and I’ll have an ice cold beer!
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I’m heading east on 28, the sun is gold and blue the sky This urban sprawl will soon abate - I’ll find the country by and by Thirty miles of busy road, here’s my turning once again Leave behind my heavy load, I’m on the road to Pleasant Plain (X2) They say this used to be the school where teachers taught and children played I’ve always thought it rather cool this school house never lost its way We still share words, we still share songs, our voices raised in sweet refrain Telling us that we belong, these old folk songs at Pleasant Plain (X2) John and Vicky, awesome hosts They’ll welcome you to share a meal I can’t help but see the ghosts In the rafters, in the corners and I know just how they feel… The warm glows of the setting sun leave dying embers in the sky They guide me on towards my home - I know I’ll be there by and by There’s a fire burning in my soul, I still feel the music in my veins Great times, good friends - may it never end out here in Pleasant Plain Great times, good friends - I hope it never end out here in Pleasant Plain
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Songwriter’s Eyes Dave “Hedgehog” Mason I was in the Air Force when I learned to play guitar Soon, people said, “Hey, this guys good! I bet you he’ll go far!” The anecdotal remedies I’d write to make them smile So they’d forget about the humdrum and be happy for a while I’d make them laugh, I’d make them cry and I’d make them realize That life ain’t really all that bad when seen thru this young songwriter’s eyes… I felt just like a fraud while I was out there having fun My friends all worked their 9-5’s while I was just a bum Searching for that special song the world would want to hear Put some money in my bank account maybe get me out of here I would laugh, I would cry and sometimes I’d realize That life ain’t really all that bad when seen thru this young songwriter’s eyes… If I had just believed in me, seen what others could not see If I’d stayed true to my destiny, been a little more headstrong But, if’s a double edged sword and indecision best ignored When searching for the magic chord to start that perfect song… The years went flying by me, I stopped playing guitar I tried to be a banker, once, with a “B” as in bizarre I learned to take the humdrum with an effervescent smile But there was always something missing I could never reconcile I couldn’t laugh, inside I’d cry until the day I realized That life ain’t really all that bad when seen thru this old songwriter’s eyes…
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Guns or needles, bright young people should not end up dead Doctor Freud loved opioids - oh, how we’ve been misled? Alcohol now protocol but it goes right to my head I think I’d better spend my day in bed… Could it be reality’s not something I can face? I live and breathe in make believe to survive this human race These bitter tears of doubt I fear will bring death’s cold embrace Whatever happened to Amazing Grace?… CH: Coz all I know is what I know and what I know is this I can live in ignorance coz ignorance is bliss If I choose to sing the blues would I be remiss When I have to think we’re worth much more than this…. No solution to pollution, Mother Nature’s fall Moral free technology is writing on the wall Lunatics in politics - another great curve ball 9-1-1 won’t even take your call… Now, misery loves company but three can be a crowd Honesty’s the policy that makes the world go round Friends in need are friends indeed until they bring you down…. TV screen celebrities are feeding my disease Poisoning my reasoning with appetizing ease But, anything tastes wonderful with bacon and grilled cheese Another margarita, barman, please… CH: add….. I have to think there’s more to life than this…. Please tell me that we’re worth much more than this….
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When a man loses all that he owns, when his loved ones are gone In a storm tossed and blown, when he’s old and alone Wishing he could go home - How Can A Man? When day after day is the same, when it’s pouring with rain His dreams washed down the drain, when there’s nothing but pain In a world gone insane - How Can A Man? How can a man face the future? How can a man even try? When everything he once believed in, is nothing but tears in his eyes? When a man can be falsely accused, as a child be abused Be insulted (molested), misused, when love leaves him bruised Unsure and confused - How Can A Man? When fate, what lies in the stars, truth looked for in bars Leaves him on the cold tar with invisible scars When sympathy jars - How Can A Man? How can a man be upstanding? How can he ever feel proud? When the weight of his fears on his shoulders leaves him battered and bowed? When a man is thrown out, dispossessed, when he’s made to feel less Than his absolute best, when he’s cursed and oppressed With no means to protest - How Can A Man?
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Wunderbar! 03:29
Wunderbar! Dave “Hedgehog” Mason In northern Kentucky by the great Ohio, The German folk settled here decades ago There’s a funky “Bierstube” where I like to go Where the food’s always good and the beers always flow… The bar’s always busy, there’s a crowd every night They cook real German dinners and they cook them just right And kids bring their parents who show their delight What a thing to behold - it’s a wonderful sight… Wunderbar, Wunderbar - everyone knows, a place for a party where the beer always flows (1) When it’s late in the evening and we’re all comatose….. (2) When it’s late in the evening you can take off your clothes…. Wundebar, Wunderbar - that’s how life goes… Burgers and Bratwurst, Kartoffel Salat Sauerkraut and pretzels that won’t make you fat Und effery Tuesday - wear your best cowboy hat Und come down und listen to Songwriters’ Night… Barbie, the barmaid, she’s rushed off her feet The guys in the kitchen have turned up the heat Grab your drink, get your order in, then take a seat ’Cause Pat’s playing guitar and you’re in for a treat…. Now, falling in love 'neath the glorious full moon Like meat, beer and music can make a man swoon So, head down to Lee Street you’ll find out real soon There is NO PLACE like ZIS PLACE to hear a good tune… Wunderbar, Wunderbar - vot’s in a name? So many imposters but none quite the same A peaceful oasis in a world gone insane… Wunderbar, Wunderbar - come back again!
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Toffee 02:44
Toffee © Dave “Hedgehog” Mason 9/9/19 Toffee’s gone away You would have loved my good friend, Toffee, if I was down or skies were grey She’d lift me up much more than coffee ever could I’m gonna miss her good… CH: Fly, dear Toffee, fly….to that big kennel in the sky.… Her cute, lopsided grin And the way she’d try to talk to me, oh How can I begin To explain just what she meant to me? I’ll cry If I have to try… CH: Fly, dear Toffee, fly …… you are still here in my mind’s eye… Refrain: Some say that life’s unfair Some say true love will last eternally Your love was mine to share But all things come to pass eventually… There’s an empty space just there Where she used to sleep upon the kitchen floor By my favorite chair Looking out the open back door - Toffee, fly I hate to say goodbye…
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From Ennis in Montana to Ennis, County Clare Around the world and back again I tell you, I’ve been there From Paris in Kentucky to the capital of France You’ve got to see these places if you ever get the chance… From Delhi, Cincinnati to the magic Taj Mahal Around the world and back again I wish I’d seen them all From Lima in Ohio down to Lima in Peru Like a modern era Paddington I wanna see these places too… Refrain: At the end of the day there is no place like home New Orleans, Ucluelet, Copenhagen, Rome They say that home is where the heart is, my heart is always there Wherever good friends gather home can be ‘bout anywhere If whiskey is your tipple you might take the Bourbon Trail A Frenchman might stand open-mouthed if he stumbled on Versailles Folk in Glasgow, Scotland fair amused would be to hear That their namesake in Kentucky is a town that has no beer… Around the world in eighty days in a magical balloon May sound like an adventure but the trip would end too soon If I could find the time it takes to find the time I need To realize the whole wide world is waiting there for me….
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The Junkman 05:26
The Junkman © Dave “Hedgehog” Mason 27 Oct. 1987 Don’t follow the junkman though he wants to hold your hand He’ll take away your inhibitions then leave you so that you can’t stand And he won’t be around to pick you up again Cause he may be lots of things to you but he’s no friend Try to see it now don’t wait until the end The funky junkman is death warmed up and you’re the fire! Don’t follow the junkman, don’t let him spin his tales He’ll let the warm wind of illusion come and fill your sails When the storm breaks, he won’t be around to help you through When you’re drowning he won’t give advice on what to do He’ll just stand there on the water and he’ll laugh at you The funky junkman is death warmed up and he’s a liar. I tell you this story because once I knew a girl Flesh of my own flesh - such a precious little pearl Until the funky junkman came and pried her shell wide open He laughed and he ridiculed until her mind was broken Until the only truth she knew were all the lies he had spoken He took her down underground when she said, “Take me higher!” Don’t follow the junkman, though others do the same Like a god he’ll try to tell you there is power in his name But the only power here is going to break apart The love within your family, within your heart Until collapsing in your misery you wonder how’d it start You can run from him forever but he’ll never tire. Don’t follow the Junkman, don’t let him take you in You may think you are strong enough but you can never win When the funky junkman plays, he never keeps the rules Though you think you’re very clever - well, he just plays with fools While you are succumbing he just stands there and he drools He’ll destroy your life completely - that’s his heart’s desire.

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My fourth album includes some of my new songs from over the spring/summer of 2019 but includes both "Cruel World" and "The Junkman" from the 1980's in South Africa.

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released September 20, 2019

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Music and songwriting is meant to inspire others to be better, increase awareness and make people smile! But,as the great Woody Guthrie once said, “It’s a folk singer’s job to comfort disturbed people and to disturb comfortable people.” Enjoy!

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