Corrine the Kewpie Doll
                                       (c) October 6, 2006   Paul L. Cooper


I entered the Kewpie Doll Lounge in Memphis
It stunk of mildew, sweat, and booze
It was dark, and filled with dirty old men
And strippers with nothing to lose

The purple velvet settees,
Plump couches occupied in the dark
Each with naked girls dancing in front of them
Wearing nothing but stark

I was there to find Corrine
I’m a lawyer with Raymond, Kline, and Emory
She had inherited a fortune
Corrine could leave this place like a bad memory

She was the scraggliest looking dancer there
Obviously a junkie, a constant victim of rape
There was not much left of her to save
Not even with baling wire and masking tape

When I approached her to inform her
She said, “Take a seat and wait your turn,
I’m not finished serving this gentleman
Keep it in your pants, buster, I’ll satisfy your yearn”

Her eyes were half closed, her makeup smeared
She had sores that oozed from her skin
Her slurry words came out horse from her throat
She was clearly on dope from the state that she’s in

I sat gingerly on the banquette; I’m neurotic about slime
I waited my turn, bought a drink to be able to stay
It was a scene from Dante’s Inferno
Everybody gawking, I just had to nervously look away

She finally came over, slid her hands up me as she sat at my side
Batted her crossed eyes flirtingly, asked me to buy her a drink
I hemmed and hawed, and I tried to explain
That I was not there for whatever she did think

As I told her the tale, about her great lost aunt
Who had adored Corrine as a child
I could see that she did not understand me
And she became impatient, and overtly wild

“Either pay for a dance, or give up the couch,
Waddya think? I don’t get paid just to talk!
So, either buy me a bottle of champagne, buddy
Or, There’s the door, mister, take a walk!”

I tried to calm her, she just didn’t get it
She was unable to comprehend
That she had been bequeathed enough money
To buy fifty clubs, her suffering was at an end

Then the bouncer approached, asked, “Hey what’s the trouble?
Either you get with the program, or I’ll throw you out!”
So I ordered, and paid, a bottle of their best champagne
Asking her to sit calmly, and please not shout

She kept rubbing my thigh, I’d remove her hand
“Listen, I’ve got something to explain”
But she was grooving to the music in her head
And she’d start to rubbing all over me again.

She was wearing a wig, and her roots did show
Her large earrings were ridiculously big
Other than that, she wasn’t wearing anything
Her emaciated body was no thicker than a twig

I kept trying to explain the reason for my visit
She didn’t seem to hear a word I would say
She was all wiggly, out of time to the music
And her gaze was unfocused somewhere far away

I realized I was dealing with an irretrievable soul
Who had lost in the fight to survive
She had only one of her last legs left
It was a miracle that she was even still alive

But somehow I broke through; she got the word ‘money’
And it hit her, the name of her aunt
She suddenly woke up, as if from a dream
And jumped up and started to rant

“The hell with this place, you can all kiss my ass!
I’m the richest bitch on the face of the earth!
I’m quitting this hellhole, here and now
Trump and Gates don’t have as much as I’m worth!”

She smiled in my eyes, just as the bouncer returned
And he grabbed my lapel, sneered, “I warned ya!”
He picked me up bodily, threw me cross the club
Then kicked me halfway to California!

I limped off with Corrine, and got her some food
She’s well healed now, and brimming with life
I sued the club’s pants off, won a slam dunk fortune!
And I just made the lovely Corrine my wife!

Someday
(c)February 7, 2008 Paul L. Cooper

Love ya, Babe, that's forever
Need ya now, more than ever
A friend like you is hard to find
Two bodies sharing one mind
You've always been there for me
I just want to care for thee
No matter what the world may do
I'll always be there for you

I'm yours until the end of time
Call collect, don't need a dime
I'll always lavish you with care
Loving you is breathing air
You've become my dearest family
I trust you deep internally
Your friendship makes my life so sweet
It's you, someday, I'd like to meet

Tornado Blues (The Dirty Deal)
© February 7, 2008 Paul L. Cooper

The siren warning wailed through the afternoon night
Eerily dark, air pressure didn't feel right
Instead of seeking shelter, fool that I am
I ran outside with my video cam

Right on the horizon, framed by the lightning sky
A Roaring funnel cloud churned straight for my camera's eye
The entire world was torn up in my field of view
Cows were flying by, there was nothing I could do

I kept the camera rolling as it passed right overhead
Continued it's destruction, I was left for dead
Total devastation, my town wiped right off the map
But somehow it jumped over me, I was safe within the gap

There's nothing left but splinters flattened far as you can see
A zig zag path of wreckage, a trail of tragedy
Lives that in an instant lost every trace of home
Survivors search for loved ones, tearful zombie trance they roam

Cold air hits hot air mass, and there's nothing you can do
Never imagined this could happen to you
The blue sky of your springtime swallows all into the night
When Tornado Alley fires up, and has you in it's sight

How can I trust the sky now, I thought it was my friend
A storm, OK, need rain, not bring lives to an end
So many souls destroyed, it'll take a long time to heal
It only took an instant to do it's dirty deal

So if you want to see live action of Tornado Blues
Make sure you tune in tonight to your evening news
I filmed the whole thing as it passed right overhead
The camera flew to the next town, and I was left for dead

You've Been pwnd
©May 10,2007 Paul L. Cooper
all rights reserved

Trollers scour comment pages
Easy pickins on cute kitty vids
Find someone to drive insane
Same as phony phone calls by kids
When someone posts a kitten so cute
Who curls herself into a cup
Just watch what happens when you respond
You'd run it over in a truck, then back up!

Patience rewards with someone sure
To freak, and say, "How cruel!
You must be a monster to even suggest…
You, you Hitler, you…you evil fool!"
You reply once more the tires are wide
Make mincemeat outta dem bones
Your goodie two shoes turns beet red
And that's when they've been pwnd (p-owned)

Why enter a polemic
That you can never win?
You will be severely dominated
From the moment you log in
Ripped from your moral high ground,
Humiliated, dethroned
Face it, buddy, you met your match
You've been completely pwnd!

pwnd, pwnd, pwnd, pwnd
Like an adulteress in a town square mob stoned
Instigating words provoke violent outrage
Can even follow you back to your home page
Successful trollers take it as a compliment
If you're riled enough to leave a nasty comment
Should you block them, and beg, "CEASE! DESIST!! Just LEAVE ME ALONE!!!"
I'm LMFAO! ROFL!!! Buddy, you've been pwnd!

A young boy confronted by a friend's angry mammy
Used the voice of Dr. Phil in his computer programy
He made that mother crazy; she cursed this fake "parent" on the phone!
The whole world witnessed that flustered woman get pwnd!
A little kid plays hangman with a vid on youtube
Smiles, and butterflies, an innocent 6-year-old nOOb
Screaming Horror Face leaps out, scares him to the bone
Pooped in his pants, buddy, you been pwnd!!!

Why enter a polemic
That you can never win?
You will be utterly dominated
From the moment you log in
Ripped from your moral high ground,
Humiliated, dethroned
Face it, buddy, you met your match
You've been completely pwnd!

The Time Machine
© August 10, 2007 Paul L. Cooper
all rights reserved

The time machine will be digital
Your life stored in a chip
Every last bit recorded
Downloaded as a clip

People in the future
Will know that you're a fool
Every minute detail
Of what you did to be cool

Got cameras on your hat
Stereo sound surrounds you
No need to remember
Just rewind to cue

All the millenniums
Will have you in their files
See all of your secrets
Every call you'll ever dial

Combined with the street cams
And convenience store's observing their security
Scholars of the future
Won't need to dig for archeology

From the slide out the birth canal
Till you're lowered in the ground
They've captured every move you've made
Permanently recorded every sound

It's not only Santa that sees you when you're sleeping
Searchlights helicopter in the sky
They know everything you're doing
Until the day you die

Sure, keep the camera on yourself
Catch your life, then broadcast all like a pop song
Why would you care anyway
If you're doing nothing wrong?

Reggie The Regal Reptile!
(c) May 24, 2007 Paul L. Cooper
all rights reserved

He's on his way to the L. A. Zoo
You can oogle him, and he won't eat you
Welcome our new alligator, tell people near and far!
Come see Reggie at the L. A. Zoo, He is a Superstar!

Six hundred million years he's been roaming this earth
Witness to the dinosaurs in their days of giving birth
Countless other species have long ago come and gone
Thank goodness Reggie's safe and sound, cleverly carrying on!

Once someone's precious baby pet, he musta been a cutie!
Loved, adored, raised by hand, he is a handsome beauty
But he grew so big, his owner put him in a city lake
To finally catch this alligator, three years it would take

Many tried, and many failed, eluding every scheme
Reggie ruled the center of town, and each tributary stream.
Egos deflated as junglemen came, only to meet their match
For three long years, Reggie proved impossible to catch.

The big news today, they got him! Yet, caught with way too much ease
Reggie waited on the beach, just sunning in the breeze
If you ask me, he wasn't captured, here is the real deal:
He fondly remembers being fed by hand, and wants a Happy Meal!

He's on his way to the L. A. Zoo
You can oogle him, and he won't eat you
Welcome the Regal Reptile, tell people near and far!
Come see Reggie at the L. A. Zoo, He is a Superstar!

The townspeople, with the tiny lake, grew to love Reggie so
They tell the world it breaks their hearts to see dear Reggie go!
But Reggie got so big he needed the entire town to play
And now, it was the people- asking Reggie if they could stay!

Reggie got so big that there was nothing else to do
So they sent him off to play with new friends at the L.A. Zoo

He's on his way to the L. A. Zoo
You can oogle him, and he won't eat you
Welcome the Regal Reptile, tell people near and far!
Come see Reggie at the L. A. Zoo, He is a Superstar!

Archive for the 'Record Reviews' Category

May 15, 2007

Ga-Ga

Filed Under (Record Reviews) by Terry Aspinall on 15-05-2007

Once in a while a really great Album comes along that I feel should be exposed to a wider public to enjoy. Now I know I'm a friend of Paul Cooper and you might think that I'm helping a friend out with this review. However, I can assure you that this Album will stand the test of time and on its own two feet long after I've gone. This Album has what it takes to be enjoyed by all blues fans, especially if they are guitar orientated lovers of the blues. I must admit that it was new to me, but it did not take long to win me over.

Paul Cooper is an Amazing Solo Blues touch guitarist and vocalist. He is also credited with inventing "Touch Slide" style. He's developed his own unique style after immersing himself in the blues and all forms of music since his early childhood. His unique style of touch guitar stands out above many others. It's very restful to the ears and I would describe it as great mood music. You need to be on your own sat back with a beer in your hand enjoying every single note. There are some great tracks on this album but the one that stood out for me was "Mojo Come Home" reminds me of the old blues piano players from the past, that I'm in to today. I also like "Miss Jimi" reminding me of the late great Jimi Hendrix, and of what I missed when I failed to see him perform at the "Isle of White Festival" in England during the peak of his career. Yes I was a great fan and my band at the time, did many covers of Jimi's song. Then there's "Ga-Ga Boogie" the title track, been trying to wonder how Paul came up with that title. "Good Twang", and "Hold That Camel". Along with several others, 11 in all. All in all a great listen and an Album I will play often.

You can visit Paul Cooper at http://cdbaby.com/cd/paulcooper for a couple demo's

And also at http://profile.myspace.com/index.cfm?fuseaction=user.viewprofile&friendID=81591580

To take a look at what the album has to offer, along with several demos of the songs.

Because you are all such great friends, it is time to party!

I am coming to pick you up in my spaceship, and taking you out for a night on the town!

Put on your favorite costume, buckle your seatbelts, let's gooooooo!!!

Posted By:Paul Cooper

Get this video and more at MySpace.com

I Know How To Be Her Ice Cream Man
.. October 3, 2006 Paul L. Cooper

I know how to be her ice cream man
I can do this very well
It's just like playin' my guitar
Shall I say, just like "ringin' a bell"?

I know how to be her ice cream man
I show up on her street every night
In a funny square truck, with fluorescent painted sides
I make her scream and jump in delight

I ring my bell and wait outside
In my truck chilly with all of this ice
She'll come out and give me money
And treat me real warm smiley, and nice

I've got her trained like a Pavlov's dog
She drools at the sound of my name
But it's really me that she controls
And, I gotta tell ya, I really like playin' her game

Each and every night I need to see her
I wait for her outside in my glowing ice cream truck
I chase all the little kids away, turn the bell off,
Then she climbs into the back to talk

I'm her ice cream man, Oh! Yes! I deliver
I'll be there every day she can plan
After she eats her ice cream
She goes back home to her man

Once she leaves and the coast is clear
The bell starts dinging, and I cruise on up the block
Got another girl waiting for me
And she needs her daily "Push-Up Pop"!

I know how to be her ice cream man
I can do this very well
It's just like playin' my guitar
Shall I say, just like "ringin' a bell"?

I'm her ice cream man, Oh! Yes! I deliver
I'll be there every day she can plan
After she eats her ice cream
She goes back home to her man