American Rocker  Lyrics by Joe Bouchard (except where noted)

 

 

My Way is the Highway

Joe Bouchard - Vocals, Bass, Rhythm and Lead Guitars, Piano, Clavinet, Synth

Joan Levy Hepburn - Background vocals

Mickey Curry - Drums

Albert Bouchard - Shaker, Cowbell

 

 

 

On a tour and riding along

One hundred miles to go

Gotta make it to the concert

So we can't move slow

Sports car with the top down

Burning rubber all day

When you got the need to run

You chase the blues away

 

My way is the highway

Brothers together chasing the sun

Perfect ride down the coastline

Burning down the road Highway 101

 

The 50s world was all brand new

The start of a brand new day

Runaways kids confronting demons

They would rock the night away

Past the surfers sleepy towns

The beach In California

 

My way is the highway

Brothers together chasing the sun

Perfect ride down the coastline

Burning down the road Highway 101

 

On a tour and riding along

One hundred miles to go

Gotta make it to the concert

So we can't move slow

 

My way is the highway

Brothers together chasing the sun

Perfect ride down the coastline

Burning down the road Highway 101

Burning down the road Highway 101

Burning down the road Highway 101

 

In the Golden Age

Joe Bouchard - Vocals, Bass, Rhythm Guitars, Piano, Organ, Percussion

Joan Levy Hepburn - Background vocals

Mickey Curry - Drums

John Jorgenson - Lead Guitars

 

Out on tour in the 70s

Not sure about the duration

Flying 'cross the country

Beyond your imagination

The album got some traction

Now it's moving up the charts

Attracting fans on the road 

On the stairway to the stars


How it was in the golden age 

When rock was rolling and all brand new

Laying hands upon the dream where it all began

Up all night and sleep all day 

No room for a fragile heart

Raging along on the music machine

You never forget how lucky you are


Eighteen wheelers speeding along

A stadium in their sights

Laser shows and fireworks

The biggest show tonight

A limousine ride back to town

Fantasies as the sun goes down


How it was in the golden age 

When rock was rolling and all brand new

Laying hands upon the dream where it all began

Up all night and sleep all day

No room for a fragile heart

Raging along on the music machine

You never forget how lucky you are            SOLO GUITAR

 

Hotter than the sun

Like fire breathing dragon

It came from above

Radiating love.

Penetrates my skin

And warms my heart within

 

How it was in the golden age 

When rock was rolling and all brand new

Laying hands upon the dream where it all began

Up all night and sleep all day

No room for a fragile heart

Raging along on the music machine

You'll never forget how lucky you are.

 

Deadly Kisses

Joe Bouchard - Vocals, Bass, Acoustic Guitar, Piano, Organ, Vibraphone, Percussion, Strings Mandolin, Flugelhorn

Mickey Curry - Drums

 

At a certain point 

Theres no turning back. 

We reached that point

In the dark that night.

Take these lips 

No more kisses to give

My spirits faint 

For the joy I see

 

Through mists of time

By the dreamy shore

By the water-side,

Where it is all about

The hallowed ground

Comfort sweet.

 

Singers have died,

Lovers are lost   

Hand in hand   Fireless 

Their eyes are pale

Lips that smile

So mine will be

In little while

 

Through mists of time 

By the dreamy shore

By the water-side,

Where it is all about

The hallowed ground

Comfort sweet.              SOLO GUITAR

 

If you will kiss me

in such way

I'll be consumed

By your deadly touch.

Take these lips 

No more kisses to give

My spirits faint 

For joy I see

 

Through mists of time 

By the dreamy shore

By the water-side

Where it is all about

The hallowed ground

Comfort sweet.

Oh…….

 

Love Out of Thin Air

Joe Bouchard - Vocals, Bass, Rhythm  and Lead Guitar, Piano, Organ, Percussion, Cornet, Finger Snaps

Joan Levy Hepburn - Background vocals

Mickey Curry - Drums

Albert Bouchard - Temple Bells, Triangle, Rhythm Guitars

 

Time to open a new door

Time to come alive

Spirits floating in your dreams

Planets survived one hell of a ride

Moving into a spotlight 

Behind curtains in the dark

 

Love Love Love Love Love

Love Love  Out of Thin Air

Love Love Love Love Love

Love Love  Out of Thin Air

 

Music filled the air

And feelings gettinstronger

An hour of inspiration 

Not a moment longer

Asking only once and a while

Reaching out with love and a smile

 

Love Love Love Love Love

Love Love  Out of Thin Air

Love Love Love Love Love

Love Love  Out of Thin Air         GUITAR SOLO

 

Bought myself a ticket

At the show I met her there

Caught up in the magic

And passion filled the air

Hearts were beating in perfect time

This moment comes once in a lifetime.

 

Love Love Love Love Love

Love Love  Out of Thin Air

Love Love Love Love Love

Love Love  Out of Thin Air

 

Off Season Hotel

Joe Bouchard - Vocals, Bass, Guitarron, Rhythm Guitars, Piano, Castenets, Synth

Mickey Curry - Drums

John Jorgenson - Flamenco Guitars

Albert Bouchard - Bongos, Rhythm Guitar

 

A quiet scene and

The air is getting cold

The bar is empty

And the music's getting old

The tourists are gone and days are shorter

Time to move on and get on the road

 

It was a very good year

Replays in my head

Mysterious dreams, alone in my bed

Old times remembered

Just one for my baby

I must be crazy.

No time for goodbye and farewell
Off-season hotel

 

Second-to-none conclave down in Florida

Ghost hunters digging the myths of the old resort

Night vision cameras didnt tell

Mysteries left unanswered and lost in time

 

It was a very good year

Replays in my head

Mysterious dreams, alone in my bed

Old times remembered

Just one for my baby

I must be crazy.

No time for goodbye and farewell
Off-season hotel

Off-season hotel


The walls started talking

The place got rocking

The ghosts started dancing

While no one was watching

Strange winds a-blowing

At the off-season hotel

 

It was a very good year

Replays in my head

Mysterious dreams, alone in my bed

Old times remembered

Just one for my baby

I must be crazy.

No time for goodbye and farewell
Off-season hotel

No time for goodbye and farewell
Off-season hotel

 

Hounds of Hell

Joe Bouchard - Vocals, Bass, Rhythm and Slide Guitar, Baritone Guitar, Piano, Organ, Shaker

Mickey Curry - Drums

 

The hounds of hell

Are on my trail

On nights like this 
Evil is all around 

The full moon

Stirs the creatures
It's spread across

The forests and fields 

Even the innocent aren't safe from this

 

You keep on going

When youre going through hell 

You lift your head and shout

From the madness of it all

Long day in lockup

With no luck at all

At the point of breakdown

And waiting on your call

 

The evil one is 

Ready to strike 

Breaking their will
Bringing many to their knees 

 

You keep on going

When youre going through hell 

You lift your head and shout

From the madness of it all

Long day in lockup

With no luck at all

At the point of breakdown

And waiting on your call              SLIDE SOLO

 

You keep on going

When youre going through hell 

You lift your head and shout

From the madness of it all

Long day in lockup

With no luck at all

At the point of breakdown

And waiting on your call

 

Conspiracy

Joe Bouchard - Vocals, Bass, Rhythm and Lead Guitar, Piano, Organ, Percussion, Trumpets

Mickey Curry - Drums

Albert Bouchard - Percussion, Sound Effects

 

Started back before

I cant remember

Telling stories in confidence.

The wilder the better

The lies you got

Way more than you thought

Down in the village

Where a little does a lot

 

Imagination running wild

Conceal a lie behind a smile.

Innocent boys with the darkest eyes

From the scary side of life

 

Conspiracy, Conspiracy

Conspiracy in the swamp of crazy

 

A jigsaw puzzle can be sold or bought

Dont know whether to believe it or not.

Read it all in the market tabloid

Then theyll say you're paranoid

You got millions of followers singing the sounds

Hanging on to your nervous breakdown

 

Imagination running wild

Conceal a lie behind a smile.

Innocent boys with the darkest eyes

From the scary side of life

 

Conspiracy, Conspiracy

Conspiracy in the swamp of crazy      SOLO GUITAR

 

Started back before

I cant remember

Telling stories in confidence.

The wilder the better

The CIA and the wealthy elite

Making for the man thats hard to beat

 

Imagination running wild

Conceal a lie behind a smile.

Innocent boys with the darkest eyes

From the scary side of life

 

Conspiracy, Conspiracy

Conspiracy in the swamp of crazy  (crazy, crazy, crazy, crazy)

Conspiracy in the swamp of crazy

 

Rocket to Fame

Joe Bouchard - Vocals, Bass, Rhythm and Lead Guitars, Piano, Synth, Hand Claps

Joan Levy Hepburn - Background vocals

Mickey Curry - Drums

 

3-2-1 LIFT-OFF

Ride the roller coaster one more time

Fly out to the sky, and don't be shy

Go down in a dive in a blink of an eye

But It's only a game

Ride the Rocket to Fame

 

Wake up junior the sun is shining 

Grab my hand  cause this is the day

Take a hold and dont let go

Dont know where we're going,

but we're on our way.

 

Ride the roller coaster one more time

Fly out to the sky, and don't be shy

Go down in a dive in a blink of an eye

But It's only a game

Ride the Rocket to Fame

 

Temperatures rising lined up out the door.

Sweating and shouting

They all wanted more

Faster than a train he knew hed go far.

Playing so cool on his shiny guitar           SOLO GUITAR

 

Ride the roller coaster one more time

Ride the roller coaster one more time

Can you feel it?

Can you feel it?

 

The Devil’s in the Details (lyrics - John Shirley)

Joe Bouchard - Vocals, Bass, Guitars, Piano, Organ, Strings,

Mandolin, Flugelhorn, Church Organ

Mickey Curry - Drums

 

The blond at the counter
Has sliding eyes

They slide to the left,

They slide to the right

The twitch of her hands

Shows fear to be seen

Shes far too painted

And a little too lean

 

Because the devil is in the details

The devils between the lines

The devil is in the details

If you are so inclined. If you are so inclined.

 

The cop at the window

Smells of whiskey and soap

The ticket he writes

Is the noose of a rope

Its all in the tremble

Of his straggling pen

The ghost at his shoulder

Soon whispers again 

 

Because the devil is in the details

The devils between the lines

Because the devil is in the details

If you are so inclined. If you are so inclined


The red lady in the church

Only goes there for her man

He pays her bills

She puts up with his hands

She smiles when she hears

The preacher hissing of sin

But oh, if he only knew

Just where shes been

 

Because the devil is in the details

The devils between the lines

Because the devil is in the details

If you are so inclined. If you are so inclined.

If you are so inclined. If you are so inclined.

 

Katherine (lyrics - Helen Wheels)

Joe Bouchard - Vocals, Bass, Rhythm Guitar, Piano, Organ, Percussion

Mickey Curry - Drums

Albert Bouchard - Percussion

 

Every mans lonely eye is trained

Upon the girl on the red lit stage

Blonde as hot as the night is young

Shake it up and make it look like fun

 

The jukebox sings in a smokey room

The air is tinged with her sweet perfume

To the beat now she shakes her hip

In the heat now she starts to strip

 

Katherine you seem so free

one lonely girl, oh so sweet

Katherine with your hair of gold

in a world so cold

Katherine you seem so free

One lonely girl, oh so sweet

Katherine with your hair of gold

Katherine in a world so cold

 

Dont get tired, no you dont get sad

Get so high when youre feelinbad

Another drink to give you the power

Gotta dance till the morning hour

 

Your body rocks as the dough rolls in

It aint a crime girl to show your skin

But keep your soul,  how the light distorts

The only crime is to sell yaself short

 

Katherine  you seem so free

One lonely girl, oh so sweet

Katherine  with your hair of gold

In a world so cold

Katherine  you seem so free

One lonely girl, oh so sweet

Katherine  with your hair of gold

Katherine  in a world so cold

 

Every night those lonely guys

Each one of them gives you a try

Where do you get your piece of mind

Katherine its no wonder why

Red lined arms and red lined eyes

Dont you think the price is a little too high?

 

Katherine you seem so free

One lonely girl, oh so sweet

Katherine with your hair of gold

In a world so cold

Katherine you seem so free

One lonely girl, oh so sweet

Katherine with your hair of gold

Katherine in a world so cold,

So cold

Oh, so cold.

 

Hey There Suzi Dear

Joe Bouchard - Vocals, Bass, Rhythm, Lead and Slide Guitar, Piano, Organ, Tambourine

Mickey Curry - Drums

 

Caught a whisper from the distance

As silent as a falling star

Closer to end of the chapter

With chords on a stellar guitar

 

Haven't seen you in a long time

More years than I can count

Life has had its ups and downs

There's no turning this around

Hey There, Hey There Suzi Dear

Where you been so long?

Hey There, Hey There Suzi Dear

Yesterday has come and gone,

Hey There, Hey There Suzi Dear

Where you been so long?

Hey There, Hey There Suzi Dear

Yesterday has come and gone, Come and gone.

 

The doors are locked at closing time

Frozen in a photograph

And the clock on the wall races on

We look back on this and laugh.

 

Hey There, Hey There Suzi Dear

Where you been so long?

Hey There, Hey There Suzi Dear

Yesterday has come and gone,

Hey There, Hey There Suzi Dear

Where you been so long?

Hey There, Hey There Suzi Dear

Yesterday has come and gone,

Come and gone, come and gone   SOLO SLIDE GUITAR

 

Hey, There!

Hey, There!

Hey, There!

Hey, There!

 

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