Vacancy At The Wonder Lodge

by Moondog Matinee

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released 22 February 2011
Created & Written by: Moondog Matinee; www.moondogmatinee.com

Executively Produced & Distributed by: Outbox Records, LLC, Las Vegas, NV. U.S.A. www.outboxrecords.com

Recorded, Produced, Mixed & Mastered by: Tom Gordon for Inspired Amateur Productions at Imirage Sound Lab, Sparks, NV. www.inspired-amateur.com

2nd Engineers: Lafayette Simpson & Alan Griffith

Artwork by: Zak Girdis
Additional Artwork by: Ross Edman

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Track Name: Sweet Heroine
She had bad intentions running down her face.
Gamble away ambition for a single taste.
Typical salutation running through her head.
The needle seems so patient, you’re gonna wind up dead.

Sweet Sweet Sweet Sweet Sweet…..Sweet Heroine
Oh No, here we go again

Turn on your television for a chance of fame.
The newsman failed to mention that she had a name.

Sweet Sweet Sweet Sweet Sweet…..Sweet Heroine
Oh No, here we go again

Sweet Sweet Sweet Sweet Sweet…..Sweet Heroine
Oh No, here we go again

Sweet Sweet Sweet Sweet Sweet…..Sweet Heroine
Oh No, here we go again
Track Name: Aldo Bouvier
Old Leather and a hint of pepper pushin down on the top of his shoes.


“I need some one who that play my records, ya, maybe some rhythm and blues.


It’s been a long time coming, and through the years I’ve been running from this day.


I kept my demons on the outside but now they’re tearing all my walls away.”

Everybody wants to walk on water but they don’t want to leave the shore,


Ah, it doesn’t really matter you’re gonna have to face the storm.

He put the music on the floor, took a drink, and then he told me of his history.


Hiroshima, Dresden, D-day, and now he brought his war right back to me.

“Hey Mr. I don’t want to ask but is there something on your mind?”


“Listen here son I don’t think you heard me, I don’t really have much time.”

“Everything you need to know in life can be found on this record you see,


No beginning, no end, it only knows the revolution of its natural beat.”

Just then, he turned around and left with nothing much else to say.


“Hey mister don’t forget your records!”  but he kept on walking away.

Spent his last days in a motel, never heard a knock on the door.


Put a letter in the outbox, made peace, and then he hit the floor.

“Mister postman take this letter it’s for a good friend of mine.


This ink stained on this paper is the last thing I leave behind.

“I got me the one way ticket to the place that I was born.


It’s time for me to walk on water, it’s time for me to face the storm.”
Track Name: Sonny
She took the train on a Saturday, was on the wrong side of the tracks.

Where she went, she wouldn’t say, I’ll never get her back.

Now she’s running from a simple life into a place she doesn’t have a single dime; and wonder why she’s never coming back around.

Excuse me sir but do you got the time I’m gonna get her back I’m gonna make her mine; my only girl.
I’m gonna lay her body down.

Sonny, Sonny you weren’t the only woman.
It’s funny. It’s funny how I never saw this comin.

I’m not afraid to be a sinner, a sinner my way.

My arms are spread, you’re the killer…killer.

Pieces of the people I used to know become a part of my past.

Myself, I didn’t know until I raised my glass.

Walk alone I’m gonna waste your time I gotta move ahead I need to read the signs and after that, there’s no turning back.

Tell me once I’m gonna tell ya twice I’m gonna stop all of these complicated nights I gotta get, get a life on track.

Sonny, Sonny you weren’t the only woman.
It’s funny. It’s funny how I never saw this comin.

I’m not afraid to be a sinner, a sinner my way.
My arms are spread, you’re the killer…killer.


I’m not afraid to be a sinner, a sinner my way.

My arms are spread, you’re the killer…killer.

I’m not afraid to be a sinner, a sinner my way.

My arms are spread, you’re the killer…killer.
Track Name: Troubadour
Act two scene one
Sittin In a smoky bar room

Ol joe pour me some rye

Oh lord what did I do?

Everybody stares everybody stares everybody stares

As I look right through you

Nobody cares nobody cares nobody cares

Oh what I do

Watch the clock, wind my watch

Wound up lost, lost my touch

Feel my life, ain’t worth much

You’re gonna weigh down baby girl

As I said before as I said before

I’m a troubadour

Lay your body down at sunrise

I sneak out the back door

People talk, everybody talks

They’re all talkin no good

On I walk, on I walk

New Orleans to Hollywood

Hit the bottle, hit the floor

Pick me up, help me lord

Give me one, just one more

You’re gonna weigh

Hit the bottle, hit the floor

Pick me up, help me lord

Give me one, just one more

Watch the clock, wind my watch

Wound up lost, lost my touch.
Track Name: Blue Eyes
Your blue eyes are so nice so please lay on my floor.

Don’t tell me lies, feed me alibis, they’ve all been done before.
Extra change, and a couple of bills

Cheap love and a bottle of pills

A gold rush and we’re first in line

Young n dumb, we don’t mind dyin’

Navigate your silky hips

Through the lights, and down the strip

To the place dreams go to die

we’ll stay awake to survive

Your blue eyes are so nice so please lay on my floor.

Don’t tell me lies, feed me alibis, they’ve all been done before.

There’s a lighthouse in a storm

Carries me to the shores

Sanctuary of Sin

Always seems to pull me in

Be sure to leave your cares

Before you find me there

So pleasure doesn’t sting

When you hear them church bells ring

Your blue eyes are so nice so please lay on my floor.

Don’t tell me lies, feed me alibis, they’ve all been done before.

Your blue eyes are so nice so please lay on my floor.

Don’t tell me lies, feed me alibis, they’ve all been done before.
Track Name: Dirty Hair
Tell me now, nice and slow

Why’d you run, where’d you go?

Dark places, dusty roads

Empty spaces, it’s getting old
Complications, seem to grow

Accusations, eb and flow

Sittin on your, easy chair

Lookin down, stop and stare
She said I’m alone.
For so long oh oh oh, so I pick up the phone.

Hey operator, please connect my call.
All I hear is a dial tone.
Mother Mary, Jesus Christ

Wipe the guilt from out your eyes

Revelations, they rip and tear

Cut off all your dirty hair.
She said I’m alone.
For so long oh oh oh, so I pick up the phone.

Hey operator, please connect my call.
All I hear is a dial tone.
Track Name: Bourbon Street
See you when I’m dead. See you when I’m dead.

I’m gonna see you when I’m floating on over your head.

When the levee’s gone. When the levee’s gone.

Everybody’s gonna choose which side we’re on.

People stop and stare. People stop and stare baby.

I wish this burden with you I could share.

Sweet lady from Bourbon street, put your favorite song on repeat

And dance the devil back into the floor.

Stomp stomp them dirty feet, until your blues go obsolete
I ain’t, comin back no more.

I heard what they said. I heard what they said

A day late a dollar short I can’t get ahead.

When the day is done. When the day is done

I’m gonna leave this town away I’m gonna run.

Lord this ain’t fair. Lord this ain’t fair

She took everything I owned and left me there.

Sweet lady from Bourbon street, put your favorite song on repeat

And dance the devil back into the floor.

Stomp stomp them dirty feet, until your blues go obsolete

I ain’t, comin back no more.

Lie, steal, and cheat. The newspaper’s gonna tell us things

We’re held on our own accord.

The river flows into the streets; over houses under feet

This place, never gonna be the same no more.
Turn my right thoughts wrong.

Ah sweet lady you’re as evil as the day is long.

Ring the mornin bell. Ring the mornin bell.

When I hear that charm a new day has fell

My baby, she ain’t got no soul.

Oh her lovin’ is starting to take its toll.

Under her thumb. She got me down.

She’s takin all of my belongings and run me out of town.

My lady, oh what she don’t know.

I’m gonna lay my hand anywhere that I roam.
Track Name: Watson 387
Driving down the interstate highway

Police man, coming down to find me

I hope death come my way
Her love begin to blind me
There’s three little bright white vicodin pills sittin on my desk lookin so alonely

There’s just enough whiskey left in my cup to wash them all down and corrode me

This time, this time, this time I’m taking it to the man
This time, this time, this time I’m getting my money back

Smell something in the air, revolution, it’s the solution burnin like a metaphor

Mr. Officer dressed in black, tryin’ to take me back to the place I was before

This time, this time, this time I’m taking it to the man
This time, this time, this time I’m getting my money back

This stale apartment’s silence rings

And it burns, with all kinds of mystery.

Where dreams repent before they’re shot,
And I know it will never, it will never stop

It’ll never stop it’ll never stop
It’ll never stop it’ll never stop

Addiction is my harmony

And it flirts with all my misery

But God knows I’ll find a cure

I will pull these hooks from out of my skin and put things back to the way they were before

It’ll never stop it’ll never stop
It’ll never stop it’ll never stop
It’ll never stop it’ll never stop
It’ll never stop it’ll never stop
It’ll never stop it’ll never stop
It’ll never stop it’ll never stop
Track Name: Long Way Home
It’s a long way home.

It’s a long way home.

It’s a long way home.

And I won’t be long.

I gotta see your face, could this be coincidence?

Your eyes pierce through the night like stars.

I see you standing there, innocent without a care.

You don’t even know who you are

It’s a long way home.

It’s a long way home.

It’s a long way home.

And I won’t be long.

Hit the open road, pack my bags, shut the door.

Leave this goddamn place for good.

Throw away our past, this time we’re gonna make it last,

Leave behind this ground I stood.

It’s a long way home.

It’s a long way home.

It’s a long way home.

And I won’t be long.

Breathe in the desert air, let the wind blow through my hair,

The highway forgives the things I’ve done.

Don’t know where to go, gonna drive until I run out of road

My speakers bleeding Born To Run.

It’s a long way home.

It’s a long way home.

It’s a long way home.

And I don’t belong.
Track Name: Single Shot
Walkin on down, to that liquor store.

Stroll down that empty road, like one he’s never seen before.

Down there in my car, to the man’s side a gun would sway.

He’s sleeping under street lights now

Cause all he makes is minimum wage.

I’m fine, stay calm, I know you can’t fall.

If I saw mine takin down with a single shot.

Show your hands now please don’t ask how.

And I’ll make you lie, bare them bones, settle down.

And I found you’re never gonna be far from alone.

Everything he owns in his old briefcase.

And he wants somebody, somebody to take his place.
Shake your head, as you stop and stare,

You never knew, you never knew,

You never knew which man existed there.

When did our rights become privileges

Now I know, now I know

Now I know what he meant when he said

I’m fine, stay calm, I know you can’t fall.

If I saw mine takin down with a single shot.

Show your hands now please don’t ask how.

And I’ll make you lie, bare them bones, settle down.

And I found you’re never gonna be far from alone.