Home Again (boudreau) I was brought up just north of New York City Where the Merrit greets the Hutch In a noisy house on a quiet street Where the neighbors know too much There's a weekend in spring when they throw out old things and…

The Mornings Aint Warm (Boudreau) planted deep in the back of my head are the seeds of things my daddy once said and up sprouted this stubborn old tree with fading roots and lofted dreams there's still a couple of two by fours suppose…

Cemetery Mary tboudreau /cmaiorano I went out creeping on a Halloween night Looking for the scream of my life Not a single soul was sleeping every spook was insight Even half-dead were alive There's a guilty moon hanging in the gallows…

You're The One Toms Tune / lyrics Fee Fi Fo Fum...You’re the one You’re trapped inside you’re little world, never grew up, still a girl...Yeah you’re the one You’re all gussied up in pink, its half the reason why I think...That you…

The Boogieman tboudreau I just might be hiding behind your bedroom door you might find me lying under your bed, down on the floor You swear you hear the creekin' coming up the stairs you got your eye on the peep-hole and nobody's there…

No Walmart Christmas (Boudreau) He makes a list and he checks it twice He dont give a rip about naughty or nice Its all about everyday low price Or maybe it's on sale Deck the halls like a wrecking ball Gotta get there before there…

No Walmart Christmas (Boudreau) He makes a list and he checks it twice He dont give a rip about naughty or nice Its all about everyday low price Or maybe it's on sale Deck the halls like a wrecking ball Gotta get there before there…

No Walmart Christmas (Boudreau) He makes a list and he checks it twice He dont give a rip about naughty or nice Its all about everyday low price Or maybe it's on sale Deck the halls like a wrecking ball Gotta get there before there…

No Walmart Christmas (Boudreau) He makes a list and he checks it twice He dont give a rip about naughty or nice Its all about everyday low price Or maybe it's on sale Deck the halls like a wrecking ball Gotta get there before there…

Sublime Intervention (nobody cares) (t boudreau) I peaked thru a hole in my soul and saw you standing there Ringing the bell of my heart I forget where we left and that’s a great place to start We took a fling on the wing of a wild thing…