(Brian Woodbury) You’re out of sight. You’re out of the limelight. Gone to where the shadows go. You got the time, but never got the timin’ right. Starrin’ in the shadow show (of your own...
(Brian Woodbury) Roll out of bed. Quarter past dead. Already runnin’ late. Shower too cold. Coffee too old. Then you’re out on the interstate. And now your lane’s backed up. And your brakes...
https://www.townandcountryband.com/2011/09/10/thats-just-monday/
(Brian Woodbury) Just take a look at that faded photograph. Remember how those days we used to laugh? Livin’ on a dream and luck, when all it took was in each other’s eyes. Now our days are f...
https://www.townandcountryband.com/2011/09/10/lots-more-love/
(Rob Shapiro/Brian Woodbury) Tequila’s for pussies. Vodka’s for jerks. You kiddin’ with mojitos? Wine coolers are the only thing worse. Well, chocatinis… Anything that ends in -ini Or a s...
https://www.townandcountryband.com/2011/09/10/bottle-of-brown/
(Brian Woodbury/Michael Webster) All the people that I never had sex with in college… I wonder what they’re doing now. Would they even be aware that they have the distinction? College days, o...
https://www.townandcountryband.com/2011/09/10/all-the-people/
(Brian Wooodbury/Peter Lurye) She’s out of jail again, on work release. Tryin’ every scheme and scam. Her pocket full of fake ID’s. Sixteen warrants. Seven pleas. A week or two, and she’l...
https://www.townandcountryband.com/2011/09/10/here-she-comes/
(Brian Woodbury) Man, that trucker’s got a load to haul: watermelon piled ten feet tall. I’m just tailin’ him until they fall. Mm-mm-mm, I brake for watermelon. Migrant farmer sweatin’ in...
(Brian Woodbury) When the world came tumbling down, you didn’t know what hit you. Screaming, crawling. Bodies falling. Then it hit you. You never knew how good you had it till it slipped right ...
https://www.townandcountryband.com/2011/09/10/keep-your-head-in-the-light/
(Brian Woodbury/Michael Webster) I want to work in the Brill Building, writin’ the hits for some new girlie group to sing. And all of the song-pluggers give me a ring, instead of nothin’. I w...
https://www.townandcountryband.com/2011/09/10/the-brill-building/
(Brian Woodbury/Elma Mayer) Spanish translation Bernardo Palombo When I was just seven, at Grandma’s Thanksgiving, she brought out the biscuits. I grabbed three or four. But Grandma said, “Ho...