Alles in Ordnung

by Rollin Hand

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released August 4, 2017

Michael Joesph Fragomeni - Vocals and Guitars
Randy Burk - Drums and backing vocals
Jim Hoadley - Bass and backing vocals
Scott Shell - Organ and backing vocals

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Track Name: Playground
Last night I think I went crazy
And some would even say I went off
Went to bed early, but I just couldn't sleep
My mind it just wouldn't turn off

I think I went off
I think I went off
They're turning me off
Think I went off

When I awoke things were giant in size
Highest bridge that I'd ever seen
I was so scared; I'd never been high
The steering wheel was laughing at me

I think I went off
I think I drove off
They’re turning me off
I think I went off

The town was alive with the hustle and jive
But I just couldn’t get a good view
Brooklyn was crazy; it must have been '80
And the many were suddenly few
One was saying

What you see is a playground
It’s a fortress; it’s a cell
Take three steps through the doorway
And you’ll see it for yourself

Then I was spinning with the world in my hand
And the giants split me up into two
One was a guy with a desire to die
The other was a man I once knew
He kept on saying

What you see is a playground
It’s a fortress; it’s a hell
Take three steps through the doorway
And you’ll see it for yourself
What you see is a playground
It’s a fortress; I can tell
Take three steps through the doorway
And you’ll see it for yourself

Then I was falling from the highest sky
And the playground came right into view
Reaching for something that could break my fall
I walk through the door I once knew
They heard me saying

What you see is a playground
It’s a temptress; it’s a hell
Take three steps through the doorway
And you’ll see her for yourself

Last night I thought I went crazy
I thought I heard the ring of a bell
When I awake I’ll be as new as a child
I just fell asleep I can tell

Words and Music Michael Joseph Fragomeni
© 2017 Who Me Music
Track Name: Take What You Want
Take what you want
Take what you want
If you got money you can
Take what you want
Take what you want

I want to be the president
And leave the world in flames
The networks love to hate my name
While the ratings reach the sky
I’ve got a billion dollars
A sitcom and my own college
I want to be the president

Take what you want
Take what you want
If you got money you can
Take what you want
Take what you want

I want to be the president
And leave the world in flames
The people love to chant my name
Like Nuremburg again
I’ve got a billion dollars
A jet planes and lots of towers
I want to be the president

I want to be the president
For him the world’s a game
I love it when they chant my name
Mussolini was the same
I’ve got a billion dollars
Self made I think you’re fired
I want to be the president

Take what you want
Take what you want
If you got money you can
Take what you want
Take what you want
Be American and
Take what you want
Take what you want
If you got money you can
Take what you want
Take what you want

Words and Music Michael Joseph Fragomeni
© 2016 Who Me Music
Track Name: Black Limousine
Pack your bag; grab your coat
Ain't it time that we hit the road?
Out of gas, out of smokes
Keep on driving; let's hit the coast

Break your vows
Tell the pope
Western man at the end of a rope
Got no time for silly dreams
Praying real hard in a black limousine

Face the facts, it's a joke
Ain't it time that we hit the road?
Sour mash, stings the throat
Keep on driving; let's hit the coast

Break your vows
Tell the pope
Western man at the end of a rope
Got no time for silly dreams
Praying real hard in a black limousine

Pass a sweet young girl on Sullivan St.
Opens up a journal with a tear on her cheek
Got no time for silly dreams
Praying real hard in a black limousine

Break your vows
Tell the pope
Western man at the end of a rope
No time to fulfill dreams
Praying real hard in a black limousine

Words and Music Michael Joseph Fragomeni
© 2015 Who Me Music