Steve Brosky | Still
©2016 Radiophonic Records Recorded, Mixed and Mastered by Wayne Becker @ Westwires Recording USA. Produced by Wayne Becker & Steve Brosky
I Still Ain’t Got A Tattoo
©2016 Words & Music by Steve Brosky
This song explains itself…I still ain’t got a tattoo.
Vocals – Steve Brosky
Drums – Wayne Maura
Bass – Suavek Zaniesienko
Guitars – Jimmy Meyer & Ken Sifter
Organ – Rick Repsher
Saxophone – Pete Fluck
Mercedes Benz
A take on the old Janis Joplin song!
Vocals – Steve Brosky
Drums – Tiff Kent
Bass – Josh Klein
Guitar – Jimmy Meyer
Organ – Rich Repsher
Backing Vocals – Connie Edinger
In Your Arms
©2016 Words & Music by Steve Brosky, Josh Klein, & Wayne Becker
A song about someone knowing a loved one is shooting up dope!
Vocals – Steve Brosky
Drums – Tiff Kent
Bass – Josh Klein
Guitar – Jimmy Meyer
Organ – Rich Repsher
Horns – Shane Arnold, Wayne Dillon & Pete Fluck
Backing Vocals – Connie Edinger & Jen McCracken
I’ll Find My Way Back To You
©2016 Words & Music by Steve Brosky and Paul Willistein
Sounds romantic but it’s me wanting to become relevant again!
Vocals – Steve Brosky
Drums – Tiff Kent
Bass – Josh Klein
Guitar – Jimmy Meyer
Keys – Dave Foweillwer
Organ – Rich Repsher
Horns – Shane Arnold, Wayne Dillon & Pete Fluck
Backing Vocals – Connie Edinger & Jen McCracken
Madam Blue
©2016 Words & Music by Steve Brosky
A song about depression.
Vocals – Steve Brosky
Drums – Wayne Maura
Upright Bass – Josh Klein
Guitar – Jimmy Meyer & Steve Brosky
Mandolin- Dave Frey
Accordion – Rick Repsher
Johnny Corporation
©2016 Words & Music by Steve Brosky.
Additional words and arrangement by by Josh Klein & Wayne Becker
Wall street workers gone bad.
Vocals – Steve Brosky
Drums – Josh Kanusky
Bass – Josh Klein
Guitars – Matt Roman & Jimmy Meyer
Piano – Rick Repsher
Horns – Shane Arnold, Wayne Dillon & Pete Fluck
Oh Suzanna
Stephen Foster song…he was born in Pennsylvania and died broke.
Vocals – Steve Brosky
Bass – Suavek Zaniesienko
Guitar – Jimmy Meyer
Strings – Sharon Diane Olsher, Anthony Fisher, Chris Souza
Jersey Plates
A song about how we drive in these united states.
Vocals – Steve Brosky
Drums – Josh Kanusky
Bass – Josh Klein
Guitars – Ken Sifter & Wayne Becker
Piano – Rick Repsher
Harmonica – Jimmy Supra
That’s What She Said
©2016 Words & Music by Steve Brosky and Paul Willistein
Girls like this one.
Vocals – Steve Brosky
Bass – Suavek Zaniesienko
Guitars – Jimmy Meyer
Piano – Rick Repsher
Backing Vocal – Camille Roberts
Strings – Sharon Diane Olsher, Anthony Fisher, Chris Souza
Got To Be More
©2016 Words & Music by Wayne Becker.
Additional Words by Steve Brosky
The song says it all.
Vocals – Steve Brosky
Drum Programming – Wayne Becker
Bass – Suavek Zaniesienko
Guitar – Wayne Becker
Lead Guitar – Jimmy Meyer
Horns – Shane Arnold & Wayne Dillon
Backing Vocals – Connie Edinger & Jen McCracken
I got nice clothes and Italian shoes
I got a newer car that I drive too
I got real shinny shinny tooth
But I STILL ain’t got a tattoo
I.ve been from here and there and everywhere
With what I’ve been thu
I’ve seen the ups and downs and all arounds
Seen the the lies and the truths
I’ve heard this and that and the other thing
I know some other points of view
No I STILL aint got…
My arms are bare and my legs are too
NO INK ON MY BACK I got nothing on my back
Cuz I still aint got a tattoo
That don’t make me weird or anything
I hope that true
it’s just something that I never needed
Or every wanted to do
You see I’m all right just the way I’m
I’m talking to you
And I still
I really don’t need
I’ll never get
IN YOUR ARMS IN YOUR ARMS
IN YOUR ARMS IN YOUR ARMS
YOU CAN RESIT HERIONS CHARM
THE DEVILS IN THE NEEDLE
WERE DID I GO WRONG
AND I KNOW WHATS IN ARMS
THE SOUND OF YOUR VOICE
WITH THE THINGS THAT YOU SAY
AND THE STUFF THAT YOU DO
IS GIVEN YOU AWAY
YOU CAN TRY TO HIDE IT
AND YOU’VE BEEN LUCK SO FAR
BUT I’M NOT THE ONLY ONE
WHO REALLY KNOWS WHO YOU ARE
IN YOUR ARMS IN YOUR ARMS
YOU CAN RESIT HERIONS CHARM
THE DEVILS IN THE NEEDLE
WERE DID I GO WRONG
AND I KNOW WHATS IN ARMS
YOUR CHASING THE DARGON
TOO RE LIVE YOUR FIRST HIGH
AND YOUR FIGHTING YOUR DEMONS
AND DON’T KNOW WHY
YOUR LOSING THAT BATTLE
I WISH YOU WHERE STRONG
AND NOT LIKE YOUR FRIENDS
PUTTING JUNK IN THERE ARMS
IN YOUR ARMS IN YOUR ARMS
YOU CAN RESIT HERIONS CHARM
THE DEVILS IN THE NEEDLE
AS A PARENT WERE DID I GO WRONG
AND I KNOW WHATS IN ARMS
IT’D EASY FOR ME TO SAY
HOW I WANT YOU TO LIVE EVERYDAY
JUST PUT THAT NEEDLE AWAY
IT’S NOT IMPOSSIBLE….NOT IMPOSSIBLE
SOLO
IN YOUR ARMS IN YOUR ARMS
YOU CAN RESIT HERIONS CHARM
THE DEVILS IN THE NEEDLE
WERE DID I GO WRONG
AND I KNOW WHATS IN ARMS
I’ll find my way back to you
The nites get long the nites get lonely
Waitin’ here hopeing that ya’d phone me
A cigarette to help pass the time
But all I have is you on my mind
It’s like a photograph of your face
I don’t care how long it takes
I’ll find my way back to you
Evertho I don’t have a clue
If there’s a way to get thru
I will find my way back to you
From my window I see lover walking
Hand in hand an I can hear them talking
Saying things like all us lovers say
Never alone like I feel today
Wishing for the love we use to have
Can ya feel that my hearts gonna break
It’s somekinda of dream but I’m wide awake
And I don’t care how l;ong it takes
Ch
Bri; if ya’d only give a sign
I would make it differ this time
Do what ya gotta do
I’ll keep trying to get thru
Ch
Johnny corpration
Pretty boys with their pretty toys
Ya know they make me sick
Pretty boys with their pretty toys
They all think they slick
“I’ll take you” cries the shortest one
With his sliver tongue
To beauty queen in skinny jeans
He sez tonite you are the one
.call him
Ch
With his mazrotti and his sweet cocain
Wearing armani suits
He got a job at up at Goldman sacks
Thinking that he’s cute
He’ll take you home to place in Rome
To do it all nite long
Cuz he’s hip kinda guy
he’s got swagger and lies
Tell me what can go wrong
Ch
Then one day johnny got some real bad news
All his moneys gone
he’s now on the corner with a cup in his hand
Saying how he was wronged
Cuz he use to be the king of the world
He use to run the game
Now he’d broken down a schell of a man
Now johnny will never be the same
No more castles in the sky
No more pitching woo
Say goodbye to sweet Lorraine
Say hello to madame blue
My wake up call came to late
I don’t know what to do
I miss my chance to set things straight
For what I put you through
The tide of time won;t be denied
But I will wait for you
I’ll sit right here and count the tears
With my friend madame blue
No more castles in the sky
No more pitching woo
Say goodbye to sweet lorraine
say hello to madame blue
JERSEY PLATES
maybe it was woman
putting on makeup
or maybe she was testing on the telephone
maybe it was some car coolers
acting like jerks
as if they where never away from home
maybe it was the police
off to do their dirty work
picking up body and bone
looking into the rear view
SMASHING ON THE BRAKES ….
THATS WHEN I SAW THEM J P
maybe they was teenagers
with the radio a blasting
listening to some old tom waits
he was singing about the girl he loved so much and she was from the garden
state
or maybe they was Indians
maybe they was cowboys
FIGHTING OUT ON (78)
uz they was
severing and weaving all over the place …sure enuff jersey plates
DONT GET WRON
THEY ALL DONT DRIVE THAT WAY
cuz if they did
they’d all be locked up in and the key be thrown away
so i headed back home
back over the river
back to to my own little place
when something caught my eye
THEY WAS COMING UP BESIDE ME
looking LIKE THEY WANNA RACE
I was shocked I was horrieled
man this is somekinda disgrace
I guess it don’t matter where you go they drive like that in these unite
states
That’s what she said
Why don’t you
Find a job and go to work
Turn off the TV turn off capt.kirk
Grow up act more like like your dad
Cuz we gave ya everything that we had
Your mothers always rite
I made plans for us to see a show
Go out an buy me brand new clothes
An trade that car in for a Cadillac
I ain’t goin to ride in that nova I’d have a heart attack
Your wifes is always rite
Every woman that I ever knew
Always told me what to do
I always thought it was the other way around
Heyman IT LOOKS LIKE I LOSE
Daddy can I have the keys to the caddy
Cuz becky an me wanna go to the mall
Your visa card master charge anything we do
We’re taking Calvin Klein back to school
Your daughters always rite
that’s what she said
GOT TO BE MORE
JOHNNY WAS BORN INSIDE A HOLE
LIVED BY HIS PARNETS WITH THE LIVE THEY BORE
HE NEVER ASKED FOR ANYTHING
HE JUST KNEW IT WASN’T HAPPENING
THAT WAS LIFE INSIDE THE HOLE
THE FIGHTING AND STEALING GOT HIM ON PAROLE
AND WHEN HE GOT OLDER HE HAD VISINS OF GOLD
THEY KICKED HIS ASS AND SENT HIM OFF TO WAR
HE KEPT HIS HEAD DOWN AND SURIVED THE WAR
BUT WHEN HE GOT HOME HE COULDN’T TAKE NO MORE
HE DROWN HIS TROUBLES WITH THE DRUGS AND BOOZE
BEFORE HE KNEW IT HE HAD HIS HEAD IN A NOZE
I SAID TO THE LORD
I WANT BETTER
THERE’S GOT TO BE MORE
AS LUCK WOULD HAVE IT HE DIDN’T DIE THAT DAY
SOMEONE STOPPED BY AND HIS ASS WAS SAVED
HE WHEN TO REHAP AND HE PRAYED TO THE LORD
“I WANT BETTER THERE’S GOT TO BE MORE”
HE PICKED UP A GUITAR AND LEARNES TO PLAY SOME CHORDS
HE SANG HIS HEART OUT AND HE SANG SOME MORE
WITH HIS BAND HE PLAYED WHAT HE COULD
HE GOT SO GOOD HE WHEN TO HOLLYWOOD CHOURS OUT
