They Call Me Mr. Brown

by Randall Brown

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These tracks are the home-studio productions of Quartjar guitarist/vocalist Randall Brown. Enjoy these three. There might be more to come of this nature.

Cover photo, from left, Michelle Greenway and her cousin Randall Brown, stylin' in the '70s.

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released August 4, 2011

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Track Name: Wastin' Time With You
I like wastin' time baby, wastin' time with you
Me and you ought to run off, waste a day or two
Who would be the wiser if we just slipped away
Wasted all our time in a special way

Time's a precious gift, love, time is money, time is life
Time don't mean a thing with you by my side
I like wastin' time baby, wastin' time with you
I like wastin' time baby, every time is new
Track Name: Superpowers
We've all got superpowers and
We can realize it in the shower
Every morning
Without warning
(rinse & repeat)
Track Name: Sunsphere Rise
Way down in the Old City outside the Pilot Light
The skinny boys and the pale girls are spoilin' for a fight
The flower man is comin', but he won't sell much tonight
And I'm just waitin' on a sign

The sweethearts on Magnolia will take you for a spin
A 20-minute date for a half-pint of gin
Somebody called the Mayor, but the Mayor wasn't in
And I'm just holding the line

Down by the river with a Vestal girl
You never known nothin' til she gives you a whirl
Benny's got some hooch to make your straight hairs curl
And I never seen the Sunsphere rise
No, I've never seen the Sunsphere rise.

The flower man is comin', but the Mayor isn't in
Benny's got some hooch to make your curly hairs spin
I'm holding this line and I'm waiting on a sign
And I never seen the Sunsphere rise, boys,
No, I've never seen the Sunsphere rise.
Track Name: I Love Every Last One of You
Hometown bar on the holidays
We're all out having fun
Escaping from the family
Like we did at 21
I ain't seen you in months and years
Now we're back at this old saloon
Trading hugs and happy tears
Time goes by so soon

Chorus:
I love every last one of you
All you stinking drunks
I would not trade the lot of you
For a million treasure trunks
People who need people
Are the luckiest of lunks
And I love every last one of you
All you stinking drunks

Well, I've slept with one or two of you
In my life and time
And I know that a few of you
Are still partners in crime
I don't know what tomorrow holds
But I'll take it over yesterday
I hope we all live to get old
And wrinkled up and gray

Chorus again