Best Of What's Around
                                         What Would You Say
                                             Satellite
                                         Rhyme And Reason
                                          Typical Situation
                                          Dancing Nancies
                                           Ants Marching
                                          Lover Lay Down
                                             Jimi Thing
                                            Warehouse
                                         Pay For What You Get
                                               #34

                                        The Best of What's Around

                                           Hey my friend
                                    It seems your eyes are troubled
                                    Care to share your times with me
                                 Would you say you're feeling low and so
                               A good idea would be to get it off your mind

                                          See, you and me
                                 Have a better time than most can dream
                                      Have it better than the best
                                      And so can pull on through
                                        Whatever tears at us
                                       Whatever holds us down
                                      And if nothing can be done
                                  We'll make the best of what's around

                                 Turns out not where but who you're with
                                         That really matters
                                 And hurts not much when you're around

                                         If you hold on tight
                                     To what you think is your thing
                                  You may find you're missing all the rest
                                    She run up into the light surprised
                                         Her arms are open
                                          Her mind's eye is

                                         Seeing things from a
                                    Clearer side than most can dream
                                        On a better road I feel
                                      So you could say she's safe
                                        Whatever tears at her
                                      Whatever holds her down
                                      And if nothing can be done
                                  She'll make the best of what's around

                                 Turns out not where but what you think
                                         That really matters
                                 And hurts not much when you're around

                                        - Chommar Ipiet Ira Hani Apop -


                                            What Would You Say

                                     Up and down the puppies' hair
                                    Fleas and ticks jump everywhere
                                        'Cause of original sin

                                     Down the hill fell Jack and Jill
                                     And you came tumbling after
                                        'Cause of original sin

                                         Rip away the tears
                                     Drink a hope for happy years
                                          And you may find
                                      A lifetime's passed you by

                                        What would you say
                                      If you a monkey on a string
                                       If you a doggie on a chain
                                        What would you say

                                      I was there when the bear
                                   Ate his head, thought it was a candy
                                       Everyone goes in the end

                                      Knock knock on the door
                                      Who's it for, nobody in here
                                      Look in the mirror my friend

                                       I don't understand at best
                                     I cannot speak for all the rest
                                But you may find a lifetime's passed you by

                                Every dog has its day every day has its way
                                Of being forgotten- "Mom it's my birthday"

                                        What would you say
                                       (Dont' drop the big one)
                                      If you a monkey on a string
                                        (Don't cut my life line)
                                       If you a doggie on a chain
                                       (Don't bite the mailman)
                                        What would you say
 
                                    - Chommar Ipiet Ira Hani Apop -


                                                Satellite

                                         Satellite in my eyes
                                       Like a diamond in the sky
                                          How I wonder.
                                     Satellite strung from the moon
                                      And the world your balloon
                                   Peeping tom for the mother station

                                      Winter's cold spring erases
                                And the calm away by the storm is chasing
                                    Everything good needs replacing
                               Look up, look down all around, hey satellite

                                       Satellite, headlines read
                                     Someone's secrets you've seen
                                       Eyes and ears have been
                                       Satellite dish in my yard
                                      Tell me more, tell me more
                                  Who's the king of your satellite castle?

                                      Winter's cold spring erases
                                And the calm away by the storm is chasing
                                    Everything good needs replacing
                                Look up, look down all around, hey satellite
                                 Rest high above the clouds no resrictions
                                  Television we bounce 'round the world
                                     And while I spend these hours
                                         Five senses reeling,
                               I laugh about the weatherman's satellite eyes.

                                         Satellite in my eyes
                                       Like a diamond in the sky
                                           How i wonder.
                                     Satellite strung from the moon
                                      And the world your balloon
                                   Peeping tom for the mother station

                                      Winter's cold spring erases
                                And the calm away by the storm is chasing
                                    Everything good needs replacing
                               Look up, look down all around, hey satellite

                                 Rest high above the clouds no restrictions
                                  Television you bounce from the world
                                     And while I spend these hours
                                         Five senses reeling
                                I laugh about this world in my satellite eyes.

                                        - Chommar Ipiet Ira Hani Apop -


                                        Rhyme and Reason

                           OH WELL OH WELL SO HERE WE STAND
                                BUT WE STAND FOR NOTHING
                           MY HEART CALLS TO ME IN MY SLEEP
                                   HOW CAN I TURN TO IT
                             'CAUSE I'M ALL LOCKED UP IN THIS
                             DARK PLACE - AND I DO NOT KNOW
                                      I'M GOOD AS DEAD
                          MY HEAD ACHES - WARPED AND TIED UP
                                  I NEED TO KILL THIS PAIN

                          MY HEAD WON'T LEAVE MY HEAD ALONE
                                AND I DON'T BELIEVE IT WILL
                                   'TIL I'M DEAD AND GONE
                          MY HEAD WON'T LEAVE MY HEAD ALONE
                                AND I DON'T BELIEVE IT WILL
                              'TIL I'M SIX FEET UNDER GROUND

                                   HOW LONG I'M TIED UP
                         MY MIND IN KNOTS - MY STOMACH REELS
                           IN CONCERN FOR WHAT I MIGHT DO OR
                                       WHAT I'VE DONE
                                 IT'S GOT ME LIVING IN FEAR
                             WELL I KNOW THESE VOICES MUST
                                         BE MY SOUL
                                      I'VE HAD ENOUGH
                                      I'VE HAD ENOUGH
                                       OF BEING ALONE
                                  I'VE GOT NO PLACE TO GO

                                   CHORUS... IN MY GRAVE
                       LYING WIRED SHUT AND QUIET IN MY GRAVE
                                       LEAVE ME HERE
                              LEAVE IT TO ME TO WASTE HERE

                                 SO YOUNG HERE I AM AGAIN
                                     TALKING TO MYSELF
                                        A T.V. BLARES
                          OH MAN OH HOW I WISH I DIDN'T SMOKE
                           OR DRINK TO REASON WITH MY HEAD
                          BUT SOMETIMES THIS THICK CONFUSION
                            GROWS UNTIL I CANNOT BARE IT ALL
                                    NEEDLE TO THE VEIN
                                    NEEDLE TO THE VEIN
                       TAKE THIS NEEDLE FROM MY VEIN MY FRIEND

                                   CHORUS....IN MY GRAVE
                              LYING LYING COLD IN MY GRAVE
                                    REASON - MY REASON
                              TAKE MY HEAD OFF THIS TERROR
                                I'M FEARING I'LL COME BACK
                                            I'LL SEE
                                MY MIND'S ALL WIPED CLEAN
                                         THE NEEDLE
                                  MAKE MY GREAT ESCAPE
                                 I'LL SEE THE COLD IN TIME
                                MY HEAD LEAVES ME BEHIND
                                     LET ME FADE AWAY

                                   I SEEM CAUGHT IN TIME
                                MY HEAD LEAVES ME BEHIND
                                      BODY FALLS COLD
                                      AND I SEE HEAVEN

                            - Chommar Ipiet Ira Hani Apop -


                                Typical Situation

                                       Ten fingers we have each
                                   Nine planets around the sun repeat
                                 Eight ball is the last if you triumphant be
                                Seven oceans pummel the shores of the sea

                                        It's a typical situation
                                        In these typical times
                                         Too many choices

                                         Everybody's happy
                                          Everybody's free
                                     We'll keep the big door open
                                     And everyone'll come around
                                        Why are you different
                                        Why are you that way
                                        If you don't step in line
                                         We'll lock you away

                                         Six senses keeping
                                      Five around a sense of self
                                    Four seasons turn on and turn off
                                 I can see three corners from this corner
                                       Two is a perfect number
                                             But one

                                         Everybody's happy
                                          Everybody's free
                                     We'll keep the big door open
                                     And everyone'll come around
                                        Why are you different
                                        Why are you that way
                                       If you don't step in line
                                         We'll lock you away

                                        It's a typical situation
                                        In these typical times
                                      We can't do a thing about it

                                    - Chommar Ipiet Ira Hani Apop -


                                Dancing Nancies

                                         Could I have been
                                        A parking lot attendant
                                         Could I have been
                                        A millionaire in Bel Air
                                Could I have been Lost somewhere in Paris
                                         Could I have been
                                          Your little brother
                                         Could I have been
                                        Anyone other than me
                                         Could I have been
                                        Anyone other than me
                                         Could I have been
                                        Anyone other than me
                                         Could I have been
                                             Anyone

                                 He stands touch his hair his shoes untied
                                         Tongue gaping stare
                                 Could I have been a magnet for money?
                                 Could I have been anyone other than me?

                                    Twenty three and so tired of life
                                    Such a shame to throw it all away
                                      The images grow darker still
                              Could I have been anyone other than me? Then I

                                         Look up at the sky
                                  My mouth is open wide, lick and taste
                            What's the use in worrying, what's the use in hurrying
                                   Turn, turn we almost become dizzy

                                   Iam who I am who I am who am I
                                     Requesting some enlightenment
                                 Could I have been anyone other than me?

                                  Sing and dance I'll play for you tonight
                                          And thrill at it all
                                 Dark clouds may hang on me sometimes
                                       But I'll work it out then I

                                         Look up at the sky
                                  My mouth is open wide, lick and taste
                            What's the use in worrying, what's the use in hurrying
                                   Turn, turn we almost become dizzy

                                      Falling out of a world of lies
                                    Could I have been dancing nancy
                                 Could I have been anyone other than me?

                                        - Chommar Ipiet Ira Hani Apop -


                                                Ants Marching

                                      He wakes up in the morning
                                 Does his teeth bite to eat and he's rolling
                                        Never changes a thing
                                    The week ends the week begins
                                    She thinks, we look at each other
                                  Wondering what the other is thinking
                                       But we never say a thing
                                 These crimes between us grow deeper

                                       Goes to visit his mommy
                                    She feeds him well his concerns
                                          He forgets them
                                      And remembers being small
                                  Playing under the table and dreaming

                                         Take these chances
                                  Place them in a box until a quieter time
                                     Lights down, you up and die

                                       Driving in on this highway
                                  All these cars and upon the sidewalk
                                       People in every direction
                                        No words exchanged
                                        No time to exchange

                                    And all the little ants are marching
                                    Red and black antennas waving
                                        They all do it the same
                                      They all do it the same way

                                   Candyman teasing the thoughts of a
                                 Sweet tooth tortured by the weight loss
                                     Programs cutting the corners
                                     Loose end, loose end, cut, cut
                                    On the fence, could not to offend
                                          Cut, cut, cut, cut

                                         Take these chances
                                  Place them in a box until a quieter time
                                      Lights down, you up and die

                                    - Chommar Ipiet Ira Hani Apop -


                                            Lover Lay Down

                                  Spring sweet rhythm dance in my head
                                       Slip into my lover's hands
                                   Kiss me oh won't you kiss me now
                                  And sleep I would inside your mouth

                                         Don't be us too shy
                                      Knowing it's no big surprise
                                        That I will wait for you
                                     I will wait for no one but you

                                      Look please lover lay down
                                       Spend this time with me
                                       Together share this smile
                                          Lover lay down

                                     Walk with me, walk with you
                                       Hold my hand your hands
                                      So much we have dreamed
                                    And you were so much younger
                                   Hard to explain that we are stronger

                                     A million reasons life to deny
                                        Let's toss them away
                                         See you and me we
                                         Lay down look see
                                            She and he
                                         By my lover's side
                                       Together share this smile
                                       Each other's tears to cry
                                       Together share this smile
                                          Lover lay down

                                            Oh please
                                      Look please lover lay down
                                       Oh please lover lay down
                                           And you weep
                                          Lover lay down
                                           Cause it's over
                                          Lover lay down
                             Say lover, say lover, say lover, say lover, say lover
                                          Could I love you
                                       Could you love me (4x)
                                            Darling it's
                                          All the same (4x)
                                       'Til we dance away (4x)
                                        Chasing me all around
                                        Leading me all around
                                   Leading me all around in circles (2x)
                                              Say...

                                    - Chommar Ipiet Ira Hani Apop -


                                                Jimi Thing

                                      Lately I've been feeling low
                                     A remedy is what I'm seeking
                                     Take a taste of what's below
                                    Come away to something better
                                    What I want is what I've not got
                                    But what I need is all around me
                                     Reaching searching never stop
                                           And I'll say...

                                If you could keep me floating just for a while
                                 'Til I get to the end of this tunnel...mummy
                                If you could keep me floating just for a while
                                         I'll get back to you

                                          Take a Jimi Thing
                                       Just to keep me swingin'
                                    I'd like to show you what's inside
                                    I shouldn't care if you don;t like it
                                     Brother chaos rules all about
                                       Sometimes I walk there
                                Sometimes, God knows, I take a bus there
                                I should't care I shouldn't care bereaved as
                                            I'm feeling

                                      Day is gone I'm on my back
                                        Staring up at the ceiling
                                      I take a drink sit back relax
                                    Smoke my mind makes me feel
                                        Better for a short time
                                    What I want is what I've not got
                                     What I need is all around me
                                     Reaching searching never stop
                                            And I'll say

                                If you could keep me floating just for a while
                                "Til I get to the end of this tunnel...mummy
                                If you could keep me floating just for a while
                                         I'll get back to you

                                - Chommar Ipiet Ira Hani Apop -


                                                Warehouse

                                         Hey reckless mind
                                 Don't throw away your playful beggining
                               You and I let us fumble around in the touches
                                           And be sure to

                                        Leave all the lights on
                                So I can see the black cat changing colors
                                       And walk under ladders
                                     And travel my eyes over you

                                         Hey we have found
                                       Becoming one in a million
                                         Slip into the crowd
                               This question I found in the gap in the sidewalk

                                        Keep all your sights on
                                     The black cat changing colors
                                       I can walk under ladders
                                 And swim as the tides choose to turn me

                                           And here I sit
                                   Life goes on, end of tunnel, TV set
                                         Spot in the middle
                                        Static fade, statistic bit
                                   And soon I fade away, fade away

                                            This I admit
                                Taste so good, hard to believe an end to it
                                          Smell touch feel
                                    How could this rhythm ever quit
                                       Bags packed on a plane
                                         Hopefully to heaven

                                         Shut up I'm thinking
                                    I had a clue now it's gone forever
                                       Sitting over these bones
                                You can read in whatever you're needing to

                                        Keep all your sights on
                                      The big bad black cat that's
                                          Changing colors

                                     It's not the colors that matter
                                      But that they'll all fade away

                                            This I admit
                                           Seems so full
                                      Hard to believe an end to it
                                         Warehouse is bare
                                       Nothing at all inside of it
                                    Walls and halls have disappeared

                                      My love I love to stay here
                                          In the warehouse

                                - Chommar Ipiet Ira Hani Apop -


                                            Pay For What You Get

                                   Work ourselves, fingers to the bone
                                    Suck the marrow, drain my soul
                                         Fingers to the bone
                                     Pay your dues, and your debts
                                  Pay your respects, everybody tells you
                                       You pay for what you get
                                       You pay for what you get

                                   Everybody asks me how she's doin'
                                     Has she really lost her mind?
                                       I said, I couldn't tell you
                                           I've lost mine

                                  Words, words, words, have you heard
                                   A bird in hand is much better than,
                                      Any number free to wander
                                          Fly away... Stay
                                       You pay for what you get
                                       You pay for what you get

                                   Everybody asks me how she's doing
                                       Is she really all she says...
                                   Everybody asks me how she's doing
                                        Since she went away
                                       I said I couldn't tell you
                                      I'm OK I'm OK (I'm OK)

                                          Surprise, surprise
                                       You pay for what you get
                                       You pay for what you get

                                   Everybody asks me how she's doing
                                       Has she really lost her...
                                   Everybody asks me how she's doing
                                        Since she went away
                                       I said I couldn't tell you
                                 I'm OK I'm OK I'm OK (How are you?)

                                        Pay for what you get
                                      Pay for what you get...oh...
                                        Pay for what you get
                                      Pay for what you get oh...
                                              Oh...

                                - Chommar Ipiet Ira Hani Apop - 1