The Watcher

A couple thousand years ago
I came down here to carve the Nazca lines
They said they’re coming back for me
planned to get me home by supper time           

Day after day I keep waiting for you
Searching the skies and checking the news
Gone into mourning so I’m dressing in black
Wondering if you’re ever coming back   

I’ve been traveling everywhere
Stonehenge to Tiananmen square
Took advantage of every photo-op under the sun

Been to every alien crash site
Hollow Earth theory doesn’t seem right
But I think they’re hiding something at Area 51

Watched you build the Pyramids
Saw the Roman Empire fall               
Sent Rocket ships up to the moon
Man, I seen it all
Still, I wonder why
I was left behind

I used to travel all across the Universe
I’ve seen lots of planets born and die
Better fasten your seat belts
It’s going to be a bumpy ride when the ice caps melt
Getting out of here, never been more clear

I keep staring at the sky
Those signs aren’t hard to recognize
Don’t know how they could ever make a wrong turn

This was always the final frontier
Still no reason to have left me here
But watching it all go to hell just ain’t my concern

Day after day I keep waiting for you
Searching the skies and checking the news
Gone into mourning so I’m dressing in black
Wondering if you’re ever coming back   

Written by Tom Ciurczak, Copyright 2025

Wild One 

You always liked stealing cars 
Racing down Main Street past those late-night bars 
Waiving your middle finger at the cops 

You could always hot-wire anything 
Didn’t know what new adventure each night would bring 
Crank up the radio, head on down to the chop shop  

They’re sending out an APB 
The cops are after you and me 
It’s just a game of catch us if you can 

Said you always were the Wild One 
Chasing that adrenaline rush 
I Guess you’re born that way 

Said you never were a shy one 
Stay at home stay at night 
Was not in your DNA 

Your favorite film was “Rebel Without a Cause” 
Living on the edge ignoring all the laws 
Leaving everybody else back in your Dust 

You always sang along to “Thunder Road”
Said everyone buckle up and better grab hold 
Cause pretty soon it’s the “Daytona 500” or bust 

They’re sending out an APB 
The cops are after you and me 
It’s just a game of catch us if you can 

Said you always were the Wild One 
Chasing that adrenaline rush 
I Guess you’re born that way

Said you never were a shy one 
Stay at home stay at night type 
Was not in your DNA 

But you never got real far before that head on crash 
The drunk behind the wheel walked away without a scratch 
I had a great alibi but nobody even bothered to asked 

Cause they never wanted anyone but you 
They closed your case they never really had a clue 

Say you always were the Wild One 
Just another hit and run 
You always got away 

Say you never, never were a shy one 
We always had some fun every night 
And the Cops never caught us anyway 

 Written by Tom Ciurczak, Copyright 2025

Yorick

I’m coming down
From the steeple ‘til I hit the ground
Cause I’m the guillotined Jester’s head

Jugglers, jokers, puppet shows 
All in the Market Square
Jester grins, stares at the sky
Storm clouds are everywhere

Everybody heads inside
The banquet will start soon
The tower’s left unguarded
Clouds block the light from the crimson moon

Won’t you let your hair down like Rapunzel did
Won’t you spin your straw into gold for me
Is there a silver lining in those clouds up above
I’m climbing up to rescue you and set you free

Duels and Fools and Fire Breathers
The festival’s a blaze
The King and Queen are mesmerized
By the poet’s Shakespeare plays 

No one see’s as I scale the tower 
Drawn by her Sirens call
Don’t know if I’ll make it
Or if I’ll slip and fall

Won’t you let your hair down like Rapunzel did
Won’t you spin your straw into gold for me
Is there a silver lining in those clouds up above
Cause I’m climbing up to rescue you and set you free

But it’s taking too much time
Something doesn’t feel right
You’re not who you’ve been pretending to be

And this room’s not full of gold
For a princess you look real old
Who’s this Stiltskin
I don’t know what you were told

My name is Yorick I’m the royal fool
Never been one to follow the rules
Everything’s so obvious when you know all the answers
You’ve got nothing to gain here, cause I’m not who you’re after

Just let your hair down like Rapunzel did
And I’ll spin your straw into the gold of your dreams
Cause there’s a silver lining in those clouds up above
And nothing here is what it seems to be

You’re not the princess and I’m not your savior
I thought this would be easy, you’re not who I came for
Let’s make deal, we can break this spell together
I’ll spin that straw to gold and we can both leave with the treasure

I’m coming down
From the steeple ‘til I hit the ground
Cause I’m the guillotined Jester’s head

Written by Tom Ciurczak, Copyright 2025

You’re Next 

Europe has ascended
Leaving America to defend it
Don’t want to burst that eco bubble
But Democracy is in bigger trouble

There are no winners just survivors
Governments are bigger liars
So, we feed the world our cigarettes
And everyone quickly forgets
Who’ll save your asses this time
Cause

Whoa Oh Oh Oh Oh Oh 
Eventually you’re next 
Whoa Oh Oh Oh
Who’s going to save you this time
Whoa Oh Oh Oh Oh Oh 
Eventually you’re next

Europeans are quick to complain
About too much acid rain
It all about “for who the bells toll”
And believing everything you’re told

Stand for nothing fall for anything
The war on terror needs to be fairer
Cry the politicians with their dicks in their hands
But they’re the first to run when the bombs hit the sand

Whoa Oh Oh Oh Oh Oh
Eventually You’re Next 
Whoa Oh Oh Oh
Who’s going to save you this time 
Whoa Oh Oh Oh Oh Oh
Eventually You’re Next
Whoa Oh Oh Oh
Who’s going to rise up and save you
Whoa Oh Oh Oh Oh Oh
Eventually You’re Next
Whoa Oh Oh Oh
Who’s going to save you this time 
Whoa Oh Oh Oh Oh Oh
Eventually You’re Next
Whoa Oh Oh Oh

Whoa Oh Oh Oh Oh Oh
Eventually You’re Next 
Whoa Oh Oh Oh
Who’s going to save you this time 
Whoa Oh Oh Oh Oh Oh
Eventually You’re Next
Whoa Oh Oh Oh
Who’s going to rise up and save you
Whoa Oh Oh Oh Oh Oh
Eventually You’re Next
Whoa Oh Oh Oh
Who’s gonna who’s gonna save you 
Whoa Oh Oh Oh Oh Oh
Eventually You’re Next
Whoa Oh Oh Oh

Written by Tom Ciurczak, Copyright 2025

Where do I belong 

Sometimes you just got to believe
When you’re down on your luck
Sleeping on the streets
I know it’s going to be all right

I got nowhere left to go 
Just hanging round 
And taking it slow
Got nothing in this world but time

I remember but my memory’s fading fast
Had a wallet chock full of cash                                                       
I use to live a different life now I’m digging through your trash

But it’s ok I’m tired of the non-stop
If things go my way I’ll be back on top again
Where do I belong

I got a place Its all my own
Nice blue tarp and a used cell phone
Just outside a liquor store

Now it’s “Hey man got anything to spare”
It’s hard to believe that life is fair
People just walk on by don’t even seem to care

But it’s ok I’m tired of the non-stop
If things go my way I’ll be back on top again
Where do I belong

Each night it’s always the same
Tell me again what’s my name
What side of the street do I live on           
Just tell me where do I belong

Written by Tom Ciurczak, Copyright 2025

Chameleon

I could be standing right beside you
You wouldn’t even know it’s me
On a crowded subway or an empty street
I’ll be keeping my eyes on you, even when you’re asleep

Well, they call me the Chameleon
I’m a master of disguise
They call me the Chameleon
I’m the best at what I do, if you need a private eye

Could be down on Wall Street in a suit or tie
Pan handling down on Skid Row pretending to get by
I’m watching everything you do, you won’t see me, but I’ll see you
You think you’re in the clear, you got away. But I’m right here, each and every day

Well, they call me the Chameleon
I’m a master of disguise
They call me the Chameleon
I’m the best at what I do, if you need a private eye

Well, I’m not a Bounty Hunter
I’m not a hired gun
They’ll someone else after you
If you decide to run

I’m a master of disguise
I can see right through your lies
I’ll know everything about your private life
Even if you’re sleeping with a Chinese Spy

Well, they call me the Chameleon
I’m a master of disguise
I’ll blend right into the background
I can change who I am, in the blink of an eye

Well, they call me the Chameleon
I’m a master of disguise
They call me the Chameleon
I’m the best damn private eye

Written by Tom Ciurczak, Copyright 2025

Top of the Rainbow

Well, I didn’t mind when you said you were going out tonight
Cause I thought you’d always be around
And all of the time that you said you were hanging out with your friends
I never thought you’d let me down

Believe it or not I was on top of the Rainbow
Can’t you see, didn’t you see, it was me
And all of the times you said baby please
And the times I said maybe, seems we never could agree

Well, I never understood when you said you were leaving
Cause I thought, you’d always be around
And after you left, I had a hard time accepting that you’d gone
I wondered if I let you down

Believe it or not I was on top of the Rainbow
Can’t you see, didn’t you see it was me
And all of the times you said baby please
And the times I said maybe, seems we never could agree

And I believe when you told me win or lose
Be together ‘til the end now who’s the fool
Now some time has erased all those tears
But the memories burn inside
And they bring back all those fears

Written by Tom Ciurczak, Copyright 2025

A.L.T.O.W.D. 

His name was too hard for me to say
So, I just called him Ozzie
He said he use fight the Soviets
With the Mujahideen
And he’s got a little business interest not too far away

And that was the beginning of
Another Long Typical Ordinary Working Day

And he said Oh can’t you see what’s going on round here
It’s just the way we know how to survive
Got a little favor to ask, got some product to move fast
And I was wondering if you could help me out

Well, I need to check in with my boss
I think that we could help your cause
But there’s just a little something
I’m going to need you to ok

And that was the beginning of
Another Long Typical Ordinary Working Day

Well, I think we can make it work
If you know what I mean
But you’ll have to drop the Russians 
And work directly with me

There’s a lot more we can do for you
Back in the USA
But I’m going to need your decision son
By the end of the day

Don’t get me wrong, I know exactly what you need
You’re lucky you ran into me and not someone else 
You’ll be much better paid, working with the C.I.A.
Then trying to move this stuff all by yourself

These Poppy Fields go on forever
This land of Oz is so vast
Your Kandahar Cowboy operations
Will soon be thing of the past

Cause you’re signing on with the big league’s son
We’ll turn your fields of dreams to cash   
And “Another Long Typical Ordinary Working Day” 
Was finally over at last

Whoa Oh Oh..Whoa Oh Oh Oh Oh.. Whoa Oh Oh

Written by Tom Ciurczak, Copyright 2025

Malleus Maleficarum 

The Witches Hammer’s coming down
Drums call out across every city and small town
God damn the Russians are at it again
Never thought that in the end they’d ever be our friends   

Grab what you can
Head on out cause the cities on fire   
Tanks are rolling in
Ain’t sticking around to greet some new Messiah       

Can’t hunt us
Make us all go away
Cast us out
Burn us at the stake

That Witches Hammer will come back to get you someday

Well, the whole world just exploded in front of our eyes
It all went up in flames forever changed our lives
Don’t see white smoke coming from the Vatican today 
And I don’t know who’s been getting all that money coming from the USA 

Grab what you can
Head on out cause the cities on fire   
Tanks keep rolling in 
Ain’t sticking around to greet some new Messiah 

Can’t hunt us,
Make us all go away
Cast us out
Burn us at the stake

That Witches Hammer will come back to get you someday

Everyone is in harm’s way
They’ve gone scorched earth to drive us out
Bombed and burned
So we won’t turn around

Grab what you can
Head on out cause the cities on fire   
Tanks keep rolling in
Not sticking around to greet some new Messiah   

Can’t hunt us
Make us all go away
Cast us out
Burn us at the stake

No one left to welcome you here today   
And that Witches Hammer will come down on you someday

Written by Tom Ciurczak, Copyright 2025

Am I MIA 

I think I’m going crazy
I’m tired of feeling bored
These days all lead to nowhere
These nights there’s no big score

I’m moving to Miami Beach
Become a mercenary
Take recons to Bogota
Cause I’m tired of that ordinary

Life - don’t let it drag you upside down
Get right side up
And life – break out of this cocoon
And if I don’t come back
Mail my paycheck to the moon

Chase me ‘round the moon
Am I MIA or am I in Miami
Chase me ‘round the moon
Am I MIA or am I in Miami

As long as I get paid.
I’ll fight for any cause.
I’ll shoot up the DEA.
As if they were the Viet Cong

They all say: “Ain’t this living.”
“Ain’t that what life’s all about”
I think I’m going crazy.
I’m tired of being bored and worn out.

And life - don’t let it drag you upside down
Get right side up
And life - don’t let it end too soon.
And if I don’t come back 
Mail my paycheck to the moon

Chase me ‘round the moon
Am I MIA or am I in Miami
Chase me ‘round the moon
Am I MIA or am I in Miami

Written by Tom Ciurczak, Copyright 2025