Something Better To Do

(Music and Lyrics:  Stu Mullins and Sam Mullins)

You were born on a Monday
And by the following Sunday
Your daddy hit the road.
You woke up on the wrong side of your crib
Doing stand-up and ad-lib
About life’s heavy load.

Your mama liked tough guys
She was all black leather and white lies
And staying out ‘til dawn.
But the tough guys, they liked you
Better in black and blue
And better when mama was gone.

I know you’ve suffered
That’s nothing new
It’s as old as all mankind
God knows you’ve suffered
I’ve suffered too
For some reason I can’t find.
But it’s high time we found something better to do.

Now you stalk the stage
And exercise your rage
While the critics laugh along
But isn’t that a played out bit?
Don’t you ever get tired of it?
Don’t you ever wanna sing a new song?

I know you’ve suffered
That’s nothing new
It’s as old as all mankind
God knows you’ve suffered
I’ve suffered too
For some reason I can’t find.
But it’s high time we found something better to do.
But it’s high time we found something better to do.

Paint

(Music and Lyrics:  Sam Mullins)

It starts with paint
Nothing more than paint
There’s no concept
There’s no plan
As indirect as my old man
Just paint.

I’ve studied Chuck Close
Jackson Pollock
Lost my muse to gin and tonic
Found it in a Chinese girl
Who took me once around the world
With paint.

There’s always hope that someone will see
And I know that there’s no guarantee
But there’s faint hope, there’s a possibility
That someone will see me, see me in this paint.

I used to search for words to dignify
Adjectives to amplify
These morbid thoughts I kept in inside
But words could never purify
Like paint.
You can cover anything in paint

There’s always hope that someone will see
And I know that there’s no guarantee
But there’s faint hope, there’s a possibility
That someone will see me, see me in this paint.