DJ TROTSKY

Sticks and Stones – © 2016 David Brownstein (words and music) 

You and me 
In a crowd alone but free
And suddenly, you’re dancing close, in front of me 
Yes it’s true 
We’ve got a billion things to do 
But tonight our time together’s the emergency 
  
Sticks and stones, can build a home 
And a word can warm my heart 
A spark, a flame, a fire that lights the night 
But sticks and stones can break my bones 
When your words tear me apart 

And burn to ashes, everything in sight 
Sticks and stones 
Sticks and stones 
  
Winter moon 
Trail of incense lights the room 
Gentle hands that squeeze the flow of dreams 
From their hiding place 
Skin on skin 
Your mouth draws me in 
With no words to shape 
The open space I find you in 

Sticks and stones, can build a home 
And a word can warm my heart 
A spark, a flame, a fire that lights the night 
But sticks and stones can break my bones 
When your words tear me apart 
And burn to ashes, everything in sight 
  
You fell asleep a newborn child 
But in your dreams those flames ran wild . . . 
You tossed and turned remembering 
The loves gone wrong, the broken wing 
Your heart’s no longer free, now you blame me . . . 
  
Poison pen 
From your dragon’s hand again 
Now my picture’s turned around and I’m shot down 
Live and learn 
In the end my bed still burns 
Can the hurts we hide be purified 
Some other way? 

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Paradise Has Fallen - © 2014 Words and Music By David Brownstein/Shannon Hurley 
  
I used to think you were the special one 
You told me so 
But tell me now is this love? 
Out on the freeway I'm alone again 
The setting sun my only friend in the dark 
  
Behind the scenes 
The broken dreams I know this means 
Another life is calling 
The world I know is far behind 
Another place 
Paradise has fallen 
  
We move like strangers, we don’t talk the same 
We hold the pain, we put the blame somewhere else 
We change the subject and we walk away 
With empty souls, I just can’t take anymore, anymore 
  
Behind the scenes 
The broken dreams I know this means 
Another life is calling 
The world I know is far behind 
Another place 
Paradise has fallen 
  
I'll survive the very darkest days 
I'm not afraid, I know it's time to be strong 
Because I've got exactly what it takes 
My heart is brave, this battle's meant to be won 
I’m moving on 
  
Behind the scenes 
The broken dreams I know this means 
Another life is calling 
The world I know is far behind 
Another place 
Paradise has fallen

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“Something/Anything” – © 2016 Words and Music by David Brownstein  
   
Bobby got a bus to Washington, D.C.  
To be a face to millions on TV  
Got arrested, spent the night in jail  
Fell in love with Jill who paid his bail  
   
Starry eyed, electrified  
They danced across the great divide  
The sky is open wide, in front of me  
   
I can’t do everything, but I can do anything  
Don’t have to do anything, but we must do something  
I can’t do everything, but I can do anything  
Don’t have to do anything, but we must do something  
   
Brenda teaches kids in a rundown, downtown school  
Finger painting and some golden rules  
Darrel collects his son on one dark night  
And a little spark between them, caught on fire, and the room was filled with light  
   
Starry eyed, electrified  
They danced across the great divide  
The sky is open wide, in front of me  
   
I can’t do everything, but I can do anything  
Don’t have to do anything, but we must do something  
I can’t do everything, but I can do anything  
Don’t have to do anything, but we must do something  
   
Bobby, Jill and Brenda, Darrel, Kim and Sue  
Met one night to plan something to do  
Each one brought a friend, and a plate to eat  
The party started small but the sound got loud  
And it floated it down the street.  
   
Starry eyed, electrified  
They danced across the great divide  
The sky is open wide, in front of me  
   
I can’t do everything, but I can do anything  
Don’t have to do anything, but we must do something  
I can’t do everything, but I can do anything  
Don’t have to do anything, but we must do something 

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Chocolate Neon Lite – © 2015 David Brownstein (words and music)  
   
I’ve been invited to the palace where it’s cool in the shade  
And the kids are all happy cuz they love a parade  
They offer me a cool glass of lemonade  
And a seat on the bleachers where the games will be played  
   
I was knocked to my senses for a moment or two  
Looked around at my life for something special to do  
By the time I decided I should save my soul  
Had to decline an invitation to the Super Bowl  
   
I’m excited by the promise of a brand new day  
I got gazillions of opinions not a thing to say  
Now there's cows in the kitchen leaving me no room  
And there’s dogs in bathroom howling at the moon  
   
If I'm not myself tonight I'm under chocolate neon light  
   
I’ve been savagely ignored and slightly out of sync  
I’ve had my picture in the paper and the girlies they wink  
Contradictions and addictions are obscuring the truth  
And my dreams were all extracted from my missing tooth  
   
I really want to get started I got places to go  
Got no sense of my direction and I’m lost in the snow  
And the news is never happy and the mall is on fire  
And the answer to the question will be down to the wire  
   
And if I'm not myself today I'm gonna melt my mind away  
If I'm not myself tonight I'm under chocolate neon light  
   
I’ve been psychotically exotic, prototypically erotic  
Slackadaisically nuerotic . . . quixotic  
I been sated, frustrated, confiscated, elated  
Masticated, desecrated, consecrated, reinstated  
   
I’ve been hated I'm fated, related, created  
I’ve been sated, terminated, I been carbon back-dated  
I’ve dated, I’ve mated, masturbated, created  
I’ve waited, waited, waited, waited, waited, waited, waited  
   
And if I'm not myself today I'm gonna melt my mind away  
And if I'm not myself tonight I'm under chocolate neon light  
And if I'm not myself today . . . I know I'm gonna be okay  
   
I’ve got a rental transcendental supplemental machine  
I’ve got a silly super willy magic aura to clean  
My brain is still on fire cooling down in the shade  
But the kids are still happy cause they love a parade 

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“Lollipop” – © 2016 David Brownstein (words and music) 
  
Don’t you want to be my lollipop, lollipop? 
Don’t you want to be my guy? 
Don’t you want to be my lemon drop soda pop? 
Give you two reasons why! 
  
Two soft lips made to nibble and tease you 
Two soft hands made to cuddle and squeeze you 
Two long legs made to catch and release ya,  
Oh yeah
Oh-yeah 
Wooh! 
  
Don’t you wanna shake my sugartree sugartree? 
Don’t you wanna be my guy? 
Don’t you want to share my pedigree pedigree? 
Give you two reasons why! 
  
Two long days made for huggin' and kissin' ya 
Two long nights made to show ya I'm missin' ya 
Two million ways made for lovin' everything 
'Bout you 
About you 
Wooh! 
  
La dee da dee da da lollipop lollipop 
La dee da dee la da da 
La dee da dee da da never stop, till we drop 
La dee da dee la da da 
  
Two soft lips made to nibble and tease you 
Two soft hands made to cuddle and squeeze you 
Two long legs made to catch and release ya,  oh yeah 

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"This Song is Not About You" (c) 1999 - David Brownstein (words and music) 
  
This song is not about you 
Not about you, not about you 
This song is not about you 
---Not about you 
  
(Cuz) I’ve got better things to do 
Than talk about you, think about you 
More important, things to do 
I’ve got things to do 
  
Don’t read too closely 
Between the lines 
I know it's over 
I’m doing fine 
  
I think about you 
Maybe sometimes 
But this song isn't about you even at all 
  
This song is not about you. 
Not about you, not about you
This song is not about you
---Not about you
  
The other songs may be about you 
Be about you, be about you. 
(But) I’m not gonna tell which one’s true 
Which one’s all about you 
  
Don’t read too closely 
Between the lines 
I know it's over 
I’m doing fine 
I think about you 
Maybe sometimes 
But this song isn't about you even at all 
Not at all 
  
I'm so tired of talkin' 'bout you 
Thinkin' 'bout you 
Remembering you 
This song's finally all about you 
All about you 
  
This song is all about you 
All about you, all about you 
And all that shit you put me through 
I can’t stop talkin' 'bout you 
I can't stop thinkin’ 'bout you 
I won't stop singing ‘bout you