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1.
Vegas 03:48
VEGAS My God my life needs changing Just keep on sticking around Just like that tree over yonder Forever stuck in the ground Just got to scrap this landscape Just twist-o-flex my hair Do something of this old wall This ain’t no family affair It’s time to drive to Vegas It’s time to spend some dough Fill up my soul with Keno Fill up my tank drive home Lord knows a man gets hungry Gosh darn a man gets old Before he knows it, it’s over Go for the gusto I’m told It’s time to drive to Vegas It’s time to spend some dough Fill up my soul with Keno Fill up my tank drive home Driving, driving Driving, driving I’ve got this plan of action It’s just my dream of dreams I’ve saved a little money I want to feed machines It’s time to drive to Vegas It’s time to spend some dough Fill up my soul with Keno Fill up my tank drive home
2.
Jimmy 03:18
JIMMY I’m standing here beside the big decision I’m standing all alone I’m hearing quite a bit of noise below me I’m picking up the phone My fingers dial, my mind is thinking small child He chased the cat and mouse He followed them right through an open air vent He’s underneath the house The line is busy, what do I do Oh no, Jimmy’s down below How could he know Oh no, why did Jimmy go Way down below I was gonna fix that vent this weekend Make it look brand new You wouldn’t think a kid could squeeze like that The way those critters do Oh, I could always just pull up those floorboards If it comes to that That old carpet sure could use replacing Thanks to that darn cat The line is busy, what do I do Oh no, Jimmy’s down below How could he know Oh no, why did Jimmy go Way down below I’m waiting for a sign to calmly panic Where’s those rescue team drones They’re probably drinking beer and playing football With disconnected phones I’ll write a letter to that jerk in Congress I’ll tell him where I stand How could those people turn their backs on Jimmy I just can’t understand The line is busy, what do I do Oh no, Jimmy’s down below How could he know Oh no, why did Jimmy go Way down below
3.
WHATCHAGONNADO Wake up, no Too tired, let’s go It’s late, so Whatchagonnado with a kid like that No clean socks No clean thoughts Head full of rocks Whatchagonna do with a mind like that We keep dreaming of the way it should have been What an angel he might have been, might have been We keep praying that someday he’ll join the race Guess he just needs his space No job, heck No plans yet What a wreck Whatchagonnado with a punk like that Too late now Show him how What a cow Whatchagonna do with a brat like that We keep dreaming of the way it should have been What an angel he might have been, might have been We keep praying that someday he’ll join the race Guess he just needs his space He sure looks well fed His feet hang off the bed His school grades aren’t much His brain is out to lunch He’s real mean Likes TV Needs his sleep Whatchagonnado with a kid like that We keep dreaming of the way it should have been ...
4.
HOUSE OF PANCAKES Hungry folks by the ton Need some fuel mixed with fun See the sign on the street This is where the family eats Run to the House of Pancakes Enter the world of the flat ones they make Sit in surroundings pleasant Cut up the circles and dig in dig in This is where we were raised Not too shabby I might say Cakes this round can’t be found Anywhere anyhow Many kinds, pick a stack Silver buck to lumberjack Fluffy white, wheat or rye Just don’t ask what goes inside Run to the House of Pancakes Enter the world of the flat ones they make Sit in surroundings pleasant Cut up the circles and dig in dig in When you’re filled to the gills Have dessert just for some thrills Pancake pie is really neat Pancake Jell-O can’t be beat What a time, what a place What hope for the human race In this house I have found Pancakes make the world go 'round Run to the House of Pancakes Enter the world of the flat ones they make Sit in surroundings pleasant Cut up the circles and dig in dig in
5.
BEATNIKS IN LOVE Never thought I’d end up in this place A room full of turtlenecks, leather, and black berets There’s a guy with a bongo with a book with an angry face He's sitting on a stool in the middle of a little stage What was I thinking, this ain’t my style It’s time for some drinking for a while, for a while Found a table and a drink in the nick of time Found two eyes across the room staring back at mine Heard some words about love and dogs and pain End of the world and something about the lucky insane Her eyes have burned through me We are as one And as she approaches She’s much too young, too much fun We are just two beatniks in love We make our own set of rules Bongo drum to beat out the truth Poetry is cool Her earrings hung to her shoulders Made of silver, very different Her hair looked ironed and I told her Beautiful, and yet I knew she cared She sat on my lap as I stared into her jet black hair Her head on my shoulder She said wow man, I said yeah man I took her hand and I told her I’ve got some great books That’s all it took We are just two beatniks in love We make our own set of rules Bongo drum to beat out the truth Poetry is cool
6.
THIS ISN’T ARIZONA Got a problem inside my head Fleshy stems and spine-like leaves Be careful they can poke you dead Fleshy stems and spine-like leaves Got a story bout a careless guy Fleshy stems and spine-like leaves Got too close nearly lost an eye Fleshy stems and spine-like leaves Oh no, how does it grow This isn’t Arizona Oh gee, I just can’t believe This cactus has no natural enemy Got a shovel to dig it up Fleshy stems and spine-like leaves Got too close and I got cut Fleshy stems and spine-like leaves Got a friend who’s a lot like you Fleshy stems and spine-like leaves Touched a leaf and it went through Fleshy stems and spine-like leaves Oh no, how does it grow This isn’t Arizona Oh gee, I just can’t believe This cactus has no natural enemy Got an urge just for one more feel Fleshy stems and spine-like leaves Took a year for the wound to heal Fleshy stems and spine-like leaves Oh no, how does it grow This isn’t Arizona Oh gee, I just can’t believe This cactus has no natural enemy
7.
Trouble 03:12
TROUBLE Trouble, big trouble Trouble, big trouble It was never quite clear It was never taught Just a small, small child Walking, walking Now he does something wrong Very wrong He might get caught Feel sorry I don’t understand, says that kid Why go to jail, I’m just a kid Trouble, big trouble Trouble, big trouble You can be an adult too and still get caught You might be driving down the street going real fast There’s a cop behind you he’s gonna bust you We don’t understand why this would happen to us We’re law abiding citizens, why the bust I don’t know, you’re busted buddy let’s go Trouble, big trouble Trouble, big trouble Let me tell you Don’t walk, don’t run, don’t wait, don’t sit, don’t go To the store to buy anything, it’s against the law I’m telling you again and again don’t get smart with me Or you, you’re gonna see it’s Trouble, big trouble Trouble, big trouble
8.
WHERE THE ANGELS PLAY THE BLUES Someone told me once a time ago God’s the only one who ever knows When we die they lay us in the ground Some go up above but most go down Lord knows I tried I paid my dues Give me a home Where the angels play the blues Never thought I’d live to see the day Never thought that I’d go out this way Pair of strangers staring straight at me One is smiling and the other’s got wings Lord knows I tried I paid my dues Give me a home Where the angels play the blues I remember when I was a kid Always wondered where the dead folks hid Here today and then it’s c'est la vie Hit the road down to eternity Lord knows I tried I paid my dues Give me a home Where the angels play the blues If I wake up at the Pearly Gates Well I know the Man has got good taste If by chance he sends me down the hole I’m sure those folks play with a lot more soul Lord knows I tried I paid my dues Give me a home Where the angels play the blues
9.
WHERE’S THE MONEY I’ve been waiting such a long, long time For the break to come along I’ve been working day and night I’ve been writing, writing these songs When she walked in I would never ever want to be alone again I could only dream about the way it might have been If I had just one hit Where’s the money, where’s the limos Where’s my brand new friends Where’s the big deal with the big wheel Where’s my royalty checks It’s been ten years, more like twenty Since I realized my mission To write hits, to write big fat hits And maybe later on television With hooks like When she walked in I would never ever want to be alone again I could only dream about the way it might have been If I had just one hit Where’s the money, where’s the limos Where’s my brand new friends Where’s the big deal with the big wheel Where’s my royalty checks I keep wondering how much longer Until I hit the top It won’t change me, I’ll still write songs I won’t ever stop writing When she walked in I would never ever want to be alone again I could only dream about the way it might have been If I had just one hit Where’s the money, where’s the limos ...
10.
GIT ALONG LITTLE DOGIES Every man’s a cowboy With a heavy load Every day’s a hard one Every doag’s a doag Ride the range, bite the dust Crack the whip, eat the crust Head ‘em out, move ‘em in Hit the hay and ride again Git along little dogies ... Every man’s a rider Destined to move on Every night hear him singing That old dogie song Ride the range, bite the dust Crack the whip, eat the crust Head ‘em out, move ‘em in Hit the hay and ride again Git along little dogies ... This old world is changing It ain’t fair or right For a man to be happy Without no bar room fight Ride the range, bite the dust Crack the whip, eat the crust Head ‘em out, move ‘em in Hit the hay and ride again Git along little dogies ... Every man’s a cowboy With a heavy load Every day’s a hard one Every doag’s a doag Git along little dogies ...

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"This is an album you will return to many times. A great cruising set, a total nutty vamp for the times when an upbeat mood is desired. There are enough hooks to catch the big , trophy fishes here!"
- Don Campau
KKUP Radio

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released December 31, 2020

Joe Menichetti - lead vocal, guitars, bass, harmonica,
chromatic pitch pipe

Barry Phillips - backing vocals, drums, cello, keyboards,
tabla, banjo, percussion.

Special thanks to Annabel Rorden for backing vocals
on tracks 1, 5 & 8

String arrangements by Barry Phillips on tracks 4 & 10

All songs composed by Joe Menichetti
© & (p) 2020 Joe Menichetti
Published by Koustic Music BMI

Produced by Joe Menichetti and Barry Phillips
Engineered and mixed by Barry Phillips and Joe Menichetti 
Mastered by Rainer Gembalczyk, Sienna Digital,
Half Moon Bay, CA

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Joe & Barry San Francisco, California

Joe Menichetti is a guitarist and songwriter.
Barry Phillips has worked with Ravi and Anoushka Shankar and is a recording engineer, multi-instrumentalist and composer.
All the songs on Trouble were originally written and recorded by Joe on his 4-track cassette deck in the mid 80's. Hope you enjoy this wild and wacky ride.
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