• Short Stories





    SHORT STORIES

    Pretty Face
    Beauty Queen
    Bullies
    Three Shots
    Greyhound Bus
    Miss Liberty
    Schoolyard
    Pretty Penny
    Holy Roller
    Billy 4
    Filled with Gold



    Pretty Face
    (S.Ungerleider)

    I love your pretty face
    It just brings me back to my younger days
    When the world seemed full of grace
    You wore your Sunday suit and I wore lace

    We drove down to Mexico
    It was the furthest place we could go
    On $50 and a band of gold
    Where we got the guts I’ll never know

    The kids have grown up now
    And moved away
    But I can’t feel old now
    I’ve got your pretty face

    Call me a fool I guess
    But know that this is the fool who loves you best
    The good, the bad, and all the rest
    Each day I see your face I know I’m blessed

    Some friends that we’ve known now
    Have passed away
    But I can’t feel now
    I’ve got your pretty face

    Call me a fool I guess
    But know that this is the fool who loves you best
    The good, the bad, and all the rest
    Each day I see your face I know I’m blessed



    Beauty Queen
    (S.Ungerleider)

    She was a beauty queen
    Strapped to a cold machine
    Pretty face, but her eyes were mean
    From all she had seen

    Crowds all came out to cheer
    Buy souvenirs and drink their beer
    And laugh so loud, so they could not hear
    Her dying screams

    “Mercy, show no mercy
    for, my friends, I would do it all again
    Mercy, show no mercy
    Flip the switch and count backwards from 10″

    They made sure she was good and gone
    Cold, grey, and all alone
    Switched off the lights
    Then they drove on home
    To their families

    Switched off the lights
    Then they drove on home
    To their families



    Bullies
    (S.Ungerleider)

    Dry your eyes and walk away
    Don’t believe a word they say
    I will love you anyway
    Alone you’ll never be

    Can’t you see they’ll cruel and still
    You’ll fall prey against your will
    But I will hold you up until
    The bigger man you’ll be

    Like a bird that flies through sky
    You’ll look down and wonder why
    You ever did pay them mind
    To your strength you were blind

    They kicked you down and there you fell
    They called you little ne’er-do-well
    But listen closely time will tell
    Alone you’ll never be



    Three Shots
    (S.Ungerleider)

    Three shots and you are going down
    Three shots and you will lick the dust off the ground
    A pitiful ending in a pretty little town
    Three shots and you are going down

    Gather round, lay your money
    Whether you be rough or clean
    Billy stepped up and he emptied his cup
    An ace slipped out his sleeve

    Three shots and you are going down
    Three shots and you will lick the dust off the ground
    A pitiful ending in a pretty little town
    Three shots and you are going down

    Old man said “I will shoot you dead
    If my gold you aim to steal
    For I’ve seen your ways in my younger days
    And many a man’s blood did spill”

    Billy said “leave, you got nothing on me
    In your big old Stetson hat”
    Stagger said “son, don’t you flaunt that gone
    For soon I’ll lay you flat”

    Billy let out a shout as the shots rang out
    And he fell in a heap to the floor
    Stagger said “son, I won’t tell you again
    Don’t mess with my old 44″



    Greyhound Bus
    (S.Ungerleider)

    I’m bound for the greyhound bus
    I’ve got noone left to trust
    Kiss my ass, eat my dust
    I’ve got dreams I’ve gotta dream

    So long to the whipping post
    Hello to the golden coast
    Hang my heart on a hitching post
    Where they got clean air to breathe

    When I was seventeen, I gave up my little girl
    But she stills haunt my dream
    In the pocket of my jeans I’ve got a picture torn and curled
    I wonder if she’s just like me

    Twenty years on the line
    Sweating tears just to make a dime
    Punch the clock, it’s quitting time
    There’s so much I’ve got to see

    Maybe I will find my girl
    My heart will be my messenger
    It’s wings are town, but man it’s pure
    And it beats inside of me

    When I was seventeen, I gave up my little girl
    But she stills haunt my dream
    In the pocket of my jeans I’ve got a picture torn and curled
    I wonder if she’s just like me

    Maybe I will find my girl
    My heart will be my messenger
    It’s wings are town, but man it’s pure
    And it beats inside of me



    Miss Liberty
    (S.Ungerleider)

    I have no wine to offer you today
    No finery to offer you today
    My father has passed on
    And his riches I have won
    I’ve sold my stores to buy a berth on a ship to sail away

    I have no wine to offer you today
    No finery to offer you today
    No more salt to sell
    But shed no tears and wish me well
    For I will be a gentleman and not a stowaway

    I will fly away to the land where rivers shine everlastingly
    With gold and silver when I see Miss Liberty
    I know she’ll keep me
    I know she’ll keep me
    Safe and warm and free



    School Yard
    (S.Ungerleider)

    Smoking cigarettes at night
    Listen to my folks’ fight
    Meet me in the schoolyard
    Kiss me so hard

    I wear my jeans too tight
    Poppa says that it ain’t right
    Trouble is sure to come
    Just like it did for them

    But they’re sending you to the battlefield
    So you try to hide your fear
    When you say I’m getting out of here
    I’m getting out of here

    You leave on a late flight
    Black sky, flashing red and white
    While I lie in the schoolyard
    Where you kissed me so hard



    Pretty Penny
    (S.Ungerleider)

    Girl go down
    Milk white and berry brown
    Tell me who will be one, two or three
    Ribbons fair, wrapped round raven hair
    Smile until you find who the winner be

    But mother said “no
    Don’t let your daughter go
    Where men’s ways are rough and their wills are weak”
    But soon she’ll see how happy she will be
    When I bring a pretty penny back home with me

    Girl go down
    Milk white and berry brown
    A sawbuck to bet before I go
    Ribbons fair, wrapped round raven hair
    Surely you will tell me win, place or show

    But mother said “no
    Don’t let your father go
    Where men’s ways are rough and their wills are weak”
    But soon she’ll see how happy she will be
    When I bring a pretty penny back home with me



    Holy Roller
    (S.Ungerleider)

    Kiss me once again, I’m leaving in the morning
    For you made me feel like velvet from my heart down to my knees
    Love me once again and leave me full of longing
    For you fill my head with diamonds shining like a thousand seas

    Shining like a holy roller
    Falling down upon his knees
    Saying push me up to heaven
    Oh god almighty please

    They say it’s only lust that sprinkles fairy dust
    But give me some of that stuff before I go

    Though I’ll be gone again a-rolling on the ocean
    I will write you long love letters that are scented like the sea
    The sun will rise again and your eyes will slowly open
    And I’ll fall just like an angel, like a sword into the sea

    Falling like a holy roller
    Falling down upon his knees
    Saying push me up to heaven
    Oh god almighty please

    They say it’s only lust that sprinkles fairy dust
    But give me some of that stuff before I go



    Billy 4
    (Bob Dylan)

    There’s guns across the river about to pound you
    There’s a lawman on your trail like to surround you
    Bounty hunters are dancing all around you
    Billy, they don’t like you to be so free.

    Campin’ out all night on the veranda
    Playin’ cards ’til dawn in the hacienda
    Up to Boot Hill they’d like to send ya
    Billy, don’t you turn your back on me.

    They say that Pat Garrett’s got your number
    So sleep with one eye open, when you wander
    Every little sound just might be thunder
    Thunder from the barrel of his gun.

    There’s always another stranger sneaking glances
    Some trigger-happy fool willing to take chances
    Some old whore from San Pedro’ll make advances
    Advances on your spirit and your soul.

    The businessmen from Taos want you to go down
    So they’ve hired mister Garrett, to force you to slow down
    Billy, don’t it make ya feel so low-down
    To be hunted by the man who was your friend.

    So hang on to your woman, if you got one
    Remember in El Paso once you shot one
    I’ll be in Santa Fe about one
    Billy, you’re going all alone

    Gypsy queens will play your grand finale
    Down in the Tularosa alley
    Down in La Rio Pecas valley
    Billy, you’re so far away from home
    Billy, you’re so far away from home



    Filled with Gold
    (S.Ungerleider)

    Your eyes they shine like the finest of silver
    Your heart is pure as purest gold
    And they can say that your pockets are empty
    But your wealth is as deep as your soul

    Don’t hide it away for the love that you give is yours to gain
    And don’t be afraid, for you know, come what may I will remain

    And so we walk through mountains and valleys
    Our warm hearts against the cold
    And they can say that our pockets are empty
    But our lives are filled with gold

    Don’t hide it away for the love that you give is yours to gain
    And donÕt be afraid, for you know, come what may I will remain