All I want is somebody to love me And give me sex whenever I want it All I ask for is instant pleasure Instant pleasure, instant pleasure I sit in traffic for what seems like an eternity And I think "Is this where I really want to be?" There must be some way I can get Instant pleasure, instant pleasure All I want to do is paint But I hear the pay ain't great Think I'll do it anyway I go to Starbucks and hope some girl notices me Try to sit cool, that's not really cool All I want is instant pleasure Instant pleasure, instant pleasure Rock on Had a dream that I won the lottery Everyone wanted to be my friend Why'd that stupid dream have to end? All I want is somebody to love me And give me sex whenever I want it All I ask for is instant pleasure Instant pleasure, instant pleasure Instant pleasure, instant pleasure Instant pleasure (All I want is) (Someone to love me) Notes on song: I was switching tv channels with a clicker and scrolling on the internet with the other and the thought occurred to me how I had a need to be pleased immediately— how I needed ‘instant pleasure’. Those words popped into my head, I picked up my guitar and wrote the entire song in 10 minutes.

Herman Cherry is a very tiny man A walrus mustache and an ever-present cigar He can jitterbug with the very best of them Herman Cherry is a very tiny man. An abstract expressionist He prefers a large canvas Of black on black or black on gray Sees art as trial and error Till the painter becomes aware Of what he’s trying to say. Herman Cherry is a very tiny man A walrus mustache and an ever-present cigar He can jitterbug with the very best of them Herman Cherry is a very tiny man. Throbbing colors like a heart Always beating very hard In no specific time or space In textures made of sand And utterly unplanned Everything in its place I heard him quoting Willem De Kooning Who said ‘I fight my way out of a picture, Not into it.’ Herman Cherry is a very tiny man A walrus mustache and an ever-present cigar He can jitterbug with the very best of them Herman Cherry is a very tiny man. Notes on song: I bought an old paperback called “Conversations With Artists” at a used book store. The book consisted of short interviews with painters of the 1940s and 50s. That’s where I discovered a man named Herman Cherry who was described this way: “Herman Cherry is a tiny fellow, with a walrus mustache and an ever-present cigar….who can jitterbug with the best of them”.  I picked up my guitar and basically sang those words, later adding more about his artistry. That’s how it became a song.

Thinking of you dancing naked on my bed Always in the mood to play Only Me Fair May, Only Me Fair May Taking lots of pictures of you in my head To think of when you’re far away Only Me Fair May, Only Me Fair May Only Me Fair May, Only Me Fair May I want you to be with me Right here with you always Drawing in your sketchbook  Did you know that I could look at you all day Only Me Fair May, Only Me Fair May Gazing at you deeply loving you completely And all I want to say is Only Me Fair May, Only Me Fair May Only Me Fair May Thinking of you jumping naked in my bed Taking lots of pictures of you in my head (Only Me Fair Me May) Drawing in your sketchbook Did you know that I could look (Only Me Fair May) Gazing at you deeply Loving you completely (Only Me Fair May) Thinking of you jumping naked in my bed I want you now to know

You don’t need an invitation  To go and plant one seed You don’t need a pager To greet your neighbor Part of life’s mystery Is it’s simplicity It’s still love that we need Even more than before It’s still love, I believe That the world’s aching for Cause when push comes to shove It’s still love. You don’t need a million dollars To watch a sunrise You don’t need a dictionary To know what “Yes” means Through the years it’s still true Just one thing will pull us through It’s still love that we need Even more than before It’s still love, I believe That the world’s aching for Cause when push comes to shove It’s still love. Anything you want Anything you dream You can have it all It’s easy. It’s still love that we need Even more than before It’s still love, I believe That the world’s aching for Cause when push comes to shove It’s still love. Yes, when push comes to shove It’s still love. It’s still love. Notes on song: One of the The Beatles most famous songs and messages was “All You Need Is Love” recorded in 1967. When I heard that Ringo Starr was looking for a song for his album, “Choose Love”, I wrote this song for him feeling that the message of “love” was more relevant than ever. He didn’t end up recording it (instead, recording a song called “Never Without You”, which is eerily similar in melody and ‘feel’ to my song. But, we won’t go there). I’m still quite proud of this song and felt the presence of John Lennon when I wrote it.

I have a friend named Roger He plays the ukulele well But he won’t send me his record He’s afraid it wouldn’t sell He lived on the Upper Westside In a room he painted red But the rent got too expensive Now he’s down in Brooklyn And there he lives Between a pool hall and a bridge And we don’t talk very often But then we never did He once had a girlfriend He tried to win her love But she had a minor hit in England Then she was off There he lives Between a pool hall and a bridge And we don’t talk very often But then we never did I have a friend named Roger He plays the ukulele well

Wake up to a bright morning She calls to say she’s leaving Should’ve let the phone just ring Wednesday unraveling

She arrives in Edinburgh on the 6th That’s all I’m saying, that’s all I’m saying I can hear in your voice you’re up to your old tricks That’s all I’m saying, that’s all I’m saying Do what you feel Just let your heart go Do what you want But I don’t wanna know I’ll give her the song that you wrote for her That’s all I’m doing, that’s all I’m doing You know that she’ll read into every word That’s all I’m saying, that’s all I’m doing Please don’t hurt her She’ll fall in love with you I think that’s what you want her to do Don’t you? Look at yourself feeling so sad You hurt her once now you’re trying to win her back She departs from Edinburgh on the eighth If you really love her then keep the faith That’s all I’m saying, that’s all I’m saying

Wait, I’ll wait, I’ll wait for you Till you come back from your bike trip Love, Love is thinking of Holding you into the morning You can take me to an oratorio I can teach you how to hit a baseball And that’s not all Kiss, kiss me, kiss me now Don’t let go till our lips say so I want to hear all your latest dialogue We can stay up late and work on my collage And then I’ll give you a back massage Sleep with me, with me, sleep Let’s keep it our little secret

Each day I wake I can’t decide What I will do with the rest of my life It’s always the same. I sit down to write, so uninspired Wouldn’t you know, I’m already tired. It’s always the same. What happened to the dreams I had long ago I opened the jar and let them all go. So many little things I still wanna do Everyone needs something to look forward to. I love myself then I hate myself I wish I was anyone and nobody else. It’s always the same, it’s always the same. Notes on song: I saw a note that the artist Marc Chagall wrote that said, “Work, work, work. I get tired when I don’t work. I get up each morning and I have no idea of what I am going to do, I am very worried. Then I go to bed and still worry, and say: I haven’t worked enough, It’s always the same.” That’s where the title and inspiration for this song comes from.

Now I’m standing in my garden With my blue watering can And I’m feeling undistracted I’m just an ordinary man Used to wanna be so famous That was all part of the plan Now I like the simple pleasures Of an ordinary man And I’ve traded in my cellphone For a book of poetry And I read it to my lover As she’s lying next to me Now I’m gazing at the ocean My feet buried in the sand Happy in the path I’ve chosen Of an ordinary man And I’m doing my self portrait With a periwinkle crayon And the picture that’s emerging Is of an ordinary, not extraordinary Just an ordinary man

Sitting here at the end of my couch Looking out my window I see night Just leave me in my cardboard box It’s so comfortable inside Now the clock is hanging on my wall It turns and turns but it goes to the same numbers I keep thinking that this is a charade That I’m living a dream that I can’t get under And I feel like a butterfly on Jupiter Lost and all alone So beautiful but you know I’d rather be Somewhere near my home, oh no Everybody wants to take me on a ride It’s hazy but I still want to go I see they’ve turned Saturn on It makes no difference to me now And I feel like a butterfly on Jupiter Lost and all alone So beautiful but you know I’d rather be Somewhere near my home, oh no Ladies and gentleman, I give to you  The king of the monarch butterflies Timothy James Butterfly I feel like, I’m lost and all alone Beautiful, somewhere near my home