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Fear, by Frank Giannetti

A great man once said these words:
"There's nothing to fear but fear itself"
It's a saying I'm sure we've all heard
But do you really believe it yourself

Think about it, what do we have to fear
There's no war, murder, or hatred here
We've got no reason to be afraid
What did we fear as youngsters as we played?
We played war games, cops and robbers
We weren't afraid of these little bothers
As kids these things were just pretend
We were only afraid of what the dark would send

But now these things are all around
Reality now is what we've found
We walk down the streets afraid of all
We jump if we happen to hit a wall
A noise behind you, turn around quick
Oh, just a kid playing with a stick
Today that stick is giving him fun
But will that stick ever lead to a gun

Only be afraid of fear he says
Maybe it's true in some ways
But in these times there's much to fear
Cause there is war, murder, and hatred here

Written 6/27/82, Frank Giannetti

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Elegy for a Friend, by Frank Giannetti

He was a friend of mine, till the day he died
Not a close friend, but close enough that I cried
The hurt in my heart will someday mend
I sing an elegy for a friend

He touched us all one way or another
To a special few he was like a brother
He'll live forever in my heart and mind
He truly was one of a kind

His memory will never die
He was loved by every girl and guy
The words he spoke had come from above
When he said "All you need is love"

The music is what we'll remember him for
But deep inside of us we know there's more
He gave us more than he had to give
For this we'll love him for all we live

He let us laugh, be happy, sing and dance
His goal in life was to "give peace a chance"
We'll love you John, till the end of time
When the toll of death will no longer chime

You'll be missed John, like so many others
By brothers, sisters, fathers and mothers
You've been gone for some time, I remember you still
You were slain, but your memory they cannot kill

Written 6/30/82, Frank Giannetti

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A Matter of Semantics, by Frank Giannetti

I know what I meant
But she wasn't sure
Her heart is broken
And there's no cure
It's a matter of semantics
It's just what you say
I wish I said it better
Even to this day

It's ben months now since she left me alone
Her heart had gotten as hard as stone
I didn't know how deep it would cut
But I still said I love you, but

I know what I meant
But she wasn't sure
Her heart is broken
And there's no cure
It's a matter of semantics
It's just what you say
I wish I said it better
Even to this day

I hesitated the worst time that I could
I only said what I thought I should
Never finished though, when she turned around
And now forever my heart will pound

I know what I meant
But she wasn't sure
Her heart is broken
And there's no cure
It's a matter of semantics
It's just what you say
I wish I said it better
Even to this day

She left me standing there to cry
'Cause I couldn't tell just a little lie
She wanted to marry and settle down
Almost had picked her wedding gown

I know what I meant
But she wasn't sure
Her heart is broken
And there's no cure
It's a matter of semantics
It's just what you say
I wish I said it better
Even to this day

I wasn't ready yet, I wanted to tell her
But I couldn't tell her what my feelings were
Now she's gone, I don't have another girl
Though if I find one, I'll give her a whirl

I know what I meant
But she wasn't sure
Her heart is broken
And there's no cure
It's a matter of semantics
It's just what you say
I wish I said it better
Even to this day

Written 6/30/82, Frank Giannetti

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Fairy Tales, by Frank Giannetti

Fairy tales are okay when you were a kid
But since you've grown, reality is true
Fairy tales entertained you then
And you wish they would now continue

Once upon a time a story was told
About towns, cities, or people of gold
A fairy tale life would be great to live
Go and take what the fairies will give
Life would be so perfect in a fairy tale
Everything's free, nothing's for sale

Fairy tales are okay when you were a kid
But since you've grown, reality is true
Fairy tales entertained you then
And you wish they would now continue

We all know fairy tales are all lies
But how we wish we'd see through those eyes
Everything you see is perfect and right
Everywhere you look is eternal light
Nothing's dark, dim, or even scary
Not afraid of even a fairy

Fairy tales are okay when you were a kid
But since you've grown, reality is true
Fairy tales entertained you then
And you wish they would now continue

You can take your fairy tale life
I'll stay home with my job, car and wife
If it isn't real, it isn't worth having
I'll take the sorrow along with the laughing
Life isn't perfect the way it is
I'll keep my life, couldn't live in a quiz

Fairy tales are okay when you were a kid
But since you've grown, reality is true
Fairy tales entertained you then
And you wish they would now continue

Written 7/12/82, Frank Giannetti

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The Final Days, by Frank Giannetti

The end is near, these are the final days
Repent now, come on, change your ways
Reject your sins, only time will tell
But it's your only way to avoid Hell

War has brok, life's no joke
People dying, still they're lying
Think again, how's life been?
Have you been good? The best you could?
It's not too late, change your fate
Choose life first, death could be worse

The end is near, these are the final days
Repent now, come on, change your ways
Reject your sins, only time will tell
But it's your only way to avoid Hell

Life is over, hide, take cover
The world is dead, say goodbye head
You can cry, kiss your ass goodbye
You can't change death, not even your best
The earth is falling, so start crawling
The end is nigh, prepare to die

The end is near, these are the final days
Repent now, come on, change your ways
Reject your sins, only time will tell
But it's your only way to avoid Hell

Now it's been done, no time to run
Too late now, I don't care how
Forever now I sleep, away my life will creep
I can feel the cold, I won't get old
The blood has stopped, my life's been copped
It's the final days, too late to change my ways

The end is near, these are the final days
Repent now, come on, change your ways
Reject your sins, only time will tell
But it's your only way to avoid Hell

Written 7-12-82, Frank Giannetti

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There's Time Enough to Die, by Frank Giannetti

Live for now, be happy while you can
Think out your future, make a good plan
Live for today, don't ever ask why
Because you know there's time enough to die

Life is wonderful, don't give it up
Drink in the rains, hold out your cup
Take it all in, from the earth to the sky
Because you know there's time enough to die

Keep your chin up, don't ever be down
Try hard to smile, Its too easy to frown
Be happy go lucky, try not to cry
Because you know there's time enough to die

Grab the world, give it a try
There's always, always, time enough to die

Keep your love alive, black out hate
Find someone to love, it's not too late
Go for that bigger slice of pie
Because you know there's time enough to die

Live for now, be happy while you can
Think out your future, make a good plan
Live for today, don't ever ask why
Because you know there's time enough to die

Grab the world, give it a try
There's always, always, time enough to die

Written 8/21/82, Frank Giannetti

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Caught in My Grasp, by Frank Giannetti

There, I have you now for me
You can't get away from me
Struggle if you wish, you'll never be free
You're caught in my grasp, and always will be

If there's something I want
I'm sure to get it
Then I always will keep it
Slip awau? I'll never let it

Once I have what I want
I won't let it go
I'll keep it forever
Release it? Never. No

There, I have you now for me
You can't get away from me
Struggle if you wish, you'll never be free
You're caught in my grasp, and always will be

I want you, so I've got you
I'll keep you always
Life is in my control
Not one, but in all ways

If I decide to let you go
You've got no choice
If you despised me
Then you can rejoice

There, I have you now for me
You can't get away from me
Struggle if you wish, you'll never be free
You're caught in my grasp, and always will be

Written 8-21-82, Frank Giannetti

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In Another World, by Frank Giannetti

When I'm near you I get the strangest feeling
I know you're mine, but it's hard to keep believing
It's like I'm in another world, I'm so happy
It's like having an angel right above me

I'm in another world
With you, my special girl
It's another world in your arms
When we kiss, there's bells and alarms

This feeling inside of me is love, I'm sure
It's a disease for which there is no cure
The love in my heart makes my thoughts crazy
I can't think clear, the whole wowrld is hazy

I'm in another world
With you, my special girl
It's another world in your arms
When we kiss, there's bells and alarms

I'm in another world, I can tell
I'm so happy, I know it can't be hell
It's sheer heaven when I'm near you
While we're together, I'll never get blue

I'm in another world
With you, my special girl
It's another world in your arms
When we kiss, there's bells and alarms

My world is shattered, now you've gone
You're all that mattered, I can't go on
Life was perfect until you left
Now my broken heart will never rest

I'm in another world
With you, my special girl
It's another world in your arms
When we kiss, there's bells and alarms

Written 8-22-82, Frank Giannetti

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Whispering Wind, by Frank Giannetti

Listen to the whispering wind, it says a lot
What it says is true, believe it or not
The wind tells stories of people who've departed
People in pain, or just broken hearted
When the wind whispers your name
You'd better listen, its your turn in the game
The wind knows when each of us will die
The whispering wind tells truths and does not lie

Listen to the wind, you'll learn from it
It will let you know exactly where you fit
When you hear your name, heed the warning
Tomorrow's dawn may be your last morning
We whisper to each other when not all should know
When the wind whispers it is a tale of woe
So listen now and see if the subject is you
The wind knows you all, whatever you do

Oh whispering wind, don't speak my name
I haven't yet lived, haven't gotten my fame
Take me if you must, but leave my memory
For those I knew and loved, to remember me
Strip every inch of life from my bones
But forever let the earth hear my moans
They'll hear my sorrows, and how I've sinned
They'll learn my tale through the whispering wind

Written 8/22/82, Frank Giannetti

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Watching Life Go By, by Frank Giannetti

When I get tired, lonely or afraid
I just sit back,  think of the games I've played
I'll watch the trees and the birds in the sky
Or I'll just sit here watching life go by

Life could pass me right by, I'd never care
I won't worry about what isn't there
You might wonder, but you can't ask me why
I can't hear you, I'm watching life go by

I'd look around, without a worry
Not caring who's in a hurry
Don't join in, it's really not bad
If you just watch you can't be sad

I really don't care what anyone thinks
I won't believe that your life is a jinx
I could just sit here till the day I die
And do nothing but watch life go by

I'd look around, without a worry
Not caring who's in a hurry
Don't join in, it's really not bad
If you just watch you can't be sad

I'm watching life go by, just ignore me
Don't tell me stories, they'd only bore me
I'm happier when I just all alone
If I sit long enough, I'll turn to stone

I'll turn to a stone, for all to see
And nothing in the whole world would free me
Turning into stone, that's how I will die
I'll be a statue watching life go by

I'd look around, without a worry
Not caring who's in a hurry
Don't join in, it's really not bad
If you just watch you can't be sad

Written 9/4/82, Frank Giannetti

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Songwriter, by Frank Giannetti

When I grow up, I know what I'll be
A songwriter who makes people happy
I'll write songs about love and peace
Songs about life or birds like ducks and geese
Or anything else to make your heart glad
I'll write songs about good and bad

I won't think about all the money I'll make
The meals I eat won't be lobster or steak
I'll write only to fill the world with joy
Put a smile on the face of each girl and boy
The world will be happier with my songs
I'll write songs about just rights, not wrongs

I'm a songwriter, I'll make you smile
I'll take that effort, walk that next mile
Just be happy, that's all I'll ever ask
Wear a smile, not a frown. It's no big task

My songs will keep the world together
They'll end all war and hate forever
Life will be so peaceful, so very calm
Everyone will always be safe and warm

To be a songwriter, that's my desire
I want to put into every heart a fire
Life will be perfect if I can do this
I'll take a shot, please pray that I won't miss

I'm a songwriter, I'll make you smile
I'll take that effort, walk that next mile
Just be happy, that's all I'll ever ask
Wear a smile, not a frown. It's no big task

Written 9/4/82, Frank Giannetti

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Lonely Years, by Frank Giannetti

Hey, what happened? Everyone's gone
Why, was it something I've done?
Did I say something wrong?
Why are the lonely years so long?

I turn around, I'm all alone
Turn on the TV, try the phone
Lonliness is my biggest woe
I can't understand where
why everyone would go
Together's so much metter than one

Hey, what happened? Everyone's gone
Why, was it something I've done?
Did I say something wrong?
Why are the lonely years so long?

Lonely years, go by fast
Bring back my friends
Everyone from my past
I've gone solo before this
But never for quite so long
I never thought I could do wrong

Hey, what happened? Everyone's gone
Why, was it something I've done?
Did I say something wrong?
Why are the lonely years so long?

I'm so lonely, I think I'll die
I need a friend, I can't say why
Being alone all the time
It's just not right
Just waiting for the bells to chime
And end another lonely night

Written 10/8/82, Frank Giannetti

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Buried Alive, by Frank Giannetti

I feel confined, cramped and alone
My throat is parched, dry as a bone
My eyes are dark, I can't see a thing
In my hears, I hear a ring

I'm in a box, no longer than I
Seems I don't remember, did I die?
No, you're buried alive, just for torture
You've beev kidnapped, you're our fortune

I'm buried alive?
Yes
No, please Set me free
No
I'm buried alive?
Yes
Let me go
No
Will I die here?
Yes
Oh, please tell me no

So this is my fate, cramped in a box
Wrapped by chains, secured with locks
I'll never escape, I know that now
I couldn't escape, I don't know how

My life is spent, I've breathed my last
I've got no future now, only a past
My eyes close for the last time ever
My body will lie here, I think, forever

I'm buried alive?
Yes
No, please Set me free
No
I'm buried alive?
Yes
Let me go
No
Will I die here?
Yes
Oh, please tell me no
Oh, please tell me no
Oh, please tell me no
Oh, please tell me no

Written 10/8/82, Frank Giannetti

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Hell's Overseer, by Frank Giannetti

I'm hell's overseer, they call me devil
I'll be the first you see when you get to hell
Doesn't matter how good you were in life
You'll end up here, feel the pain of my knife

I'm Lucifer, the king of death and doom
You never leave once you enter my room
The prince of darkness will rule forever
Your life will never be pure, never
What I say goes, what I say happens
You'll never kill me with all your weapons

I'm hell's overseer, they call me devil
I'll be the first you see when you get to hell
Doesn't matter how good you were in life
You'll end up here, feel the pain of my knife

Death is all around, it's creeping up
Give me your blood to fill my cup
I'd love to see you in pain
Forever will be my reign

I'm hell's overseer, they call me devil
I'll be the first you see when you get to hell
Doesn't matter how good you were in life
You'll end up here, feel the pain of my knife

Don't fight me, you'll never win
I won the battle with your first sin
Only the perfect get to heaven
I take the rest, all but six or seven
You can be the eith to survive
Just be righteous while you're alive

I'm hell's overseer, they call me devil
I'll be the first you see when you get to hell
Doesn't matter how good you were in life
You'll end up here, feel the pain of my knife

I'm the devil and I want you
I'm the devil and I want you
I'm the devil and I want you
I'm the devil and I want you
I'm the devil and I want you
I'm the devil and I want you

Written 11/26/82, Frank Giannetti

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Devotion, by Frank Giannetti

I'll love her forever and never forget her
My devotion continues though we're not together
She left me for someone else
I'll hurt but never be jealous
My first love and my last
I have no future, only a past

My devotion lives on
Though our love died
My devotion won't end
It will never subside

I remember the times we had
They were always good, not one bad
Then it just stopped
The flame went out
Would it continue? I began to doubt
I saw her later, she seemed a little cold
She's forgotton the memories I still hold

My devotion lives on
Though our love died
My devotion won't end
It will never subside

At times I still think of her
Sometimes almost constantly
If someone mentions her name
I wonder if I was to blame
Next time I saw her, she wasn't alone
Now I know she'll never phone

My devotion lives on
Though our love died
My devotion won't end
It will never subside

Devotion is good if it's returned
It hurts alot when love is spurned
I know I'll never forget her
I know we'll never be together

Written 11/28/82, Frank Giannetti

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Sleepy Eyes (Dead Eyes), by Frank Giannetti

I remember long ago a story I once heard
The details of which I know every word
Have a listen, lend an ear
It's a story, very odd, of a seer

It was during a seance, late Friday night
The thirteenth of March, a cold dark night
At a round table the four of us sat
We witnessed the birth of a vampire bat

He flew about the room, the lights fade
"Follow me" the vampire bade
It seems our minds followed, our bodies not
We were stung, we grew sleepy and hot

We tired, he said "follow me sleepy eyes"
"If not, sleepy eyes will turn to dead eyes"
Dare we disobey, not pay heed
Follow we did, as he took the lead

The further we'd travel, the more we'd tire
Soon I realized, I too was a vampire
The thirst for blood grew deep in my heart
But then the seance ended, we'd all had a start

I remember this story when the moon is full
I feel a force, it creates such a pull
The thirst for blood grows once again
Until I quench it I feel dire pain

So tonight you will quench my thirst
Then your eyes will die, but grow sleepy first
Sleepy eyes, then dead eyes, a bat can't see
We'll be vampires, you and me

Written 3/4/83, Frank Giannetti

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Trust Your Fears, by Frank Giannetti

Trust your fears, heed their plea
But still be brave as you can be
Trust your fears, they may save you
They'll save you from what you're afraid to do
Trust your fears, you might survive
But being afraid, it's no to be alive

Who's there, what's wrong, where am I?
Keep asking these questions? You're afraid to die
Listen to these thoughts, be afraid
It's the only reason fear was made
Trust those fears, hear the call for help
Trust your fears, someday save yourself

Trust your fears, heed their plea
But still be brave as you can be
Trust your fears, they may save you
They'll save you from what you're afraid to do
Trust your fears, you might survive
But being afraid, it's no to be alive

Keep on a light, you're afraid of the dark
Is its bite worse than its bark?
The light is on, nothing's there
What was it that gave you a scare?
Trust your fears, maybe you're right
Meanwhhile, I'll just turn out the light

Trust your fears, heed their plea
But still be brave as you can be
Trust your fears, they may save you
They'll save you from what you're afraid to do
Trust your fears, you might survive
But being afraid, it's no to be alive

Trust those fears, keep your mind clear
The room is dark, you strain to hear
I'll tell you what's next, you die of fright
You'll never see me turn on the light
Go ahead, scream, be afraid, it won't save
You'll die and be afraid of the grave
The light is on, but you're already dead
You're only afraid of what's in your head

Trust your fears, heed their plea
But still be brave as you can be
Trust your fears, they may save you
They'll save you from what you're afraid to do
Trust your fears, you might survive
Always keep those fears alive

Written 3/4/83, Frank Giannetti

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Running Out of Time, by Frank Giannetti

What's left? Months, weeks, days
Maybe hours or minutes, time will only tell
We're running out of time
Waiting only for the toll of the bell
We're running out of time
Time we treasure, yours and mine

Will father time treat us kind?
And let us have more of that precious time?
Let us be together
Or steal our time, commit that crime
We're running out of time
Time we treasure, yours and mine

The end is near
The sands are running low
Make these few moments last
Make the clock move slow
We're running out of time, too soon
Running out of time, much too soon

We're running out of time
Time we treasure, yours and mine
Life passes too fast
Not enough time for love to last
We've run out of time, you and me
We've had the best there could be

The end is near
The sands are running low
Make these few moments last
Make the clock move slow
We're running out of time, too soon
Running out of time, much too soon

Written 9/21/83, Frank Giannetti

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Eye Meets Eye, by Frank Giannetti

Eye meets eye
Emotions take over
Love rules over like
All this because
Eye meets eye
Reality disappears
Eyes don't lie
All this happens when
Eye meets eye
Love blinds the mind
The senses die
There's no escape if
Eye meets eye
Gazing at each other
Who knows why
Love is born when
Eye meets eye
Can't live without you
Goodbye to life
If ever we meet
Eye to eye
Its possible to fall in love at first sight
If eye meets eye and you see the light
You can look deep and see inside
But only when eye meets eye

Written 9/21/83, Frank Giannetti

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