That's how much.

Kick ‘em out, kick ‘em out, kick the bums out.

The electric eccentric, hey that’s me / I’m the Outsider.

Been waiting so long / Through plots and plans that went wrong / What didn’t kill me made me strong / I’m still here.

I sang the pain and anguish of the city / I sang melodies of hope and despair / I sang all at once of the ugliness and beauty ...

No words necessary!

Story and lyrics to the final track of my album, "Soul In Exile 3: Love Runs Aground."

We’re gonna buy that old building / Make it a national monument / ...Let’s get on with it.

Is this conflagration / the sorry culmination / of a romance everybody said / showed a sea of promise? / Sha la la ...

I was knocked out in the first round / Dead before I hit the ground / Knocked out in the first round / And I left what I once was behind.

There she stands straddling the boardwalk, pushing out from the beach into the sea.

As long as I’m on the subject of going back to the Jersey Shore, it’s also important to remember that Thanksgiving is also the anniversary o

“AHahaha!”

He held her hand. He did so with trepidation. It always seemed like he had to cross some sort of threshold to show her some affection. And w

This is a sensitive subject. A place I long for. There has always been a place I long for — anywhere away from where I was at the time....

There’s nothing new around in this dead man’s town / Nothing to do in a dead man’s world

The embers are glowing inside the ashes The new growth is sprouting through the parched earth The flowers are blooming behind the bushes...

It’s raining, it’s pouring, the streets are knee deep in water The town’s hunkered down and everything in it is out of order The sky is...

Dani, the sun has gone down in our faces / The lights faded out and there’s no real sign of the morning

This city’s never gonna come back / As long as the negativity rules ...