The Power, The Glory & The Monkey Time

Lyrics & Credits

​ 1. My Love’s Enough 
 (George S. Kelly) 

​ I work all day with my hands 
May not be rich, but I’m a steady rollin’ man 
Got no investment portfolio 
But what I got is so much more 
Love is blind, I hope you read Braille 
It says my love will never fail 
To make you whole and keep you sane 
When you get closer to its flame 

I’ll show you my love’s enough
When in me you trust 
The case is open and shut 
My love’s enough 

I won’t live and you won’t die 
By the possessions that money buys 
No distractions from those things 
Just the ecstasy my love brings 
If you got your heart set, sticky desires 
You'll miss out on my sacred fire 
Every day’s a holy day 
With my love to light your way 

I’ll show you my love’s enough 
When in me you trust 
The case is open and shut 
My love’s enough 

Fortunes come and fortunes go 
My love is steady, it's never slow 
Girl I ain’t got no ADHD 
I pay full attention to what you need 
It'll be a religious experience 
I'm gonna make you delirious 
Come on Baby, walk with me
You'll see my love will set you free 

I’ll show you my love’s enough 
When in me you trust 
The case is open and shut 
My love’s enough 

George Stephen Kelly: Vocals, Acoustic & Electric Guitars 
Michael Jenkins: Electric Guitar 
Kevin Tubbs: Hammond Organ 
Ryland Kelly: Bass 
Antonio Johnson: Drums 
De'Sean Jones: Tenor Sax 
Marcus Elliot: Tenor Sax 
John Douglas: Trumpet 
Raye Williams, Background Vocals

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2. Morning After Pill 
(George S. Kelly) 

She’s got a license to kill, she got it registered illegally 
She got the morning after pill, she likes to live dangerously 
She’s making me ill, please keep the girl away from me 

Step into her parlor, she’s the spider, you’re the fly  
You’ll be stuck in her web, there just ain’t no place you can hide  
Her soul is a mixture of arsenic and cyanide, oh yes it is 

She's a lethal weapon to anyone who crosses her path
She'll keep you guessing, you never really know where she's at
You'll learn your lesson when she busts a cap in your ass​ 

George Stephen Kelly: Vocal, Lead & Slide Guitars 
Motor City Josh: Rhythm Guitar, Guitar Solo 
Chris Codish: Hammond Organ 
Alex Lyon: Bass 
Todd Glass: Drums 
Marcus Elliot: Tenor Sax 
John Douglas: Trumpet 

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 3. My Forever, Your Always 
(George S. Kelly) 

​ I remember Baby when I first met you 
You were meant for me, that’s all I knew 
So I gave you everything that I had 
Promised to never, never ever leave you sad 
I wanted to be yours forever 
And for you to be mine always 

And we said all the things that lovers say 
And then it was not long until our wedding day 
As the years went by, we had our tests and trials 
But somehow our love survived, oh these many miles 
And we stayed together 
Just like we vowed, always 

And you know girl, we’ve been together so long
Our love’s been tested, I know it’s still strong 
And the rains descended and the floods they came 
But they could not put out our love’s flame 

Now girl it’s been so many years
Closer than ever, there’s no bitter tears 
Tho’ there’s more leaves on the ground than on the tree 
We are fulfilling our love’s destiny 
I am yours forever and you are mine always 
I am your forever and you are my always 

​George Stephen Kelly: Vocals, Guitars 
Motor City Josh: Guitar 
Chris Codish: Hammond Organ 
Alex Lyon: Bass 
Todd Glass: Drums 
Marcus Elliot: Tenor Sax 
John Douglas: Trumpet 

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 4. Sisyphus Blues 
(George S. Kelly) 

​Well I rolled the stone to the top of the hill 
Then it rolled back down again 
Well I rolled the stone to the top of the hill 
Then it rolled back down again 
Exercising futility 
That’s how my days are spent 

Woke up this morning, went to work again 
Just like I did the day before 
Woke up this morning, went to work again 
Just like I did the day before 
The same thing on a different day 
It's the chain in life that I forged 

Today is just like yesterday 
Tomorrow’s gonna be like today 
Today is just like yesterday 
Tomorrow’s gonna be like today 
It’s the stage of absurdity 
My part in the play 

​ George Stephen Kelly: Vocal, Acoustic, Rhythm & Lead Guitars 
Michael Jenkins: Rhythm Guitar 
Chris Codish: Hammond Organ 
Ryland Kelly: Bass 
Antonio Johnson: Drums 
Motor City Josh: Tambourine 

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5. Too Much Month At The End Of The Money 
(George S. Kelly) 

​Saw my friend Jon, that’s his real name, looking tired and beat 
Said he was working two jobs, trying to make ends meet 
Burned the candle at both ends until the wick was gone 
Didn’t have nobody else to depend on 
Jon told his wife, “I hate to tell you honey 
There’s too much month at the end of the money.” 

He said, "Car payments, mortgage, cable, Internet 
Smart phones, insurance, credit cards got me in debt 
Trying to make a living in this disappearing middle class 
All I can say is American dream, my ass 
I wish I was kidding, but it just ain’t funny 
There’s too much month at the end of the money. 

"'Keep your nose to the grindstone,' that's what they told me 
I’m about to cross the line called poverty 
I may just have to declare bankruptcy 
There's too much month at the end of the money." 

Well he said, "There's gotta be more than one way to skin this cat 
Just what it might be, well I don’t know that 
Everything the kids want costs an arm and a leg 
Feel like I’m sitting on a financial powder keg 
I did the math and I’m no dummy 
There's too much month at the end of the money." 
There’s too much month at the end of the money 
I thought there was supposed to be an economic recovery 
All I know, it hasn't trickled down to me 
There’s too much month at the end of the money 
There’s too much month at the end of the money 

George Stephen Kelly: Vocals 
Motor City Josh: Rhythm & Lead Guitars 
Kevin Tubbs: Hammond Organ 
Ryland Kelly: Bass 
Antonio Johnson: Drums 
De'Sean Jones: Tenor Sax 
John Douglas: Trumpet 

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6. Don't Let The Green Grass Fool You 
(V. Drayton, R. Turner, J. Akins, J. Bellmon) 

George Stephen Kelly: Vocal, Rhythm & Lead Guitars 
Chris Codish: Hammond Organ 
Alex Lyon: Bass 
Todd Glass: Drums 
Marcus Elliot: Tenor Sax 
John Douglas: Trumpet 
Raye Williams: Background Vocals 

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7. Bad Whiskey 
(George S. Kelly) 

Another fifth of liquor, alcohol over again 
Soothe my great woe and sorrow 
Pass me another bottle of gin 
I say there ain’t nothin’ worse than that bad, bad whiskey 
Just look at the shape I’m in 

It’s been such a long time since I saw anything straight 
Lord knows I can’t stop it, 
It’s much too late 
It’s that bad, bad bad whiskey 
That’s got me feelin’ this way 

Too many downfalls on my face 
Seems there’s no way out now 
I can’t be saved 
Can’t be saved from that bad, bad bad whiskey 
It’s done dug me an early grave 

George Stephen Kelly: Vocal, Acoustic, Rhythm & Lead Guitars 
Michael Jenkins: Rhythm Guitar 
Kevin Tubbs: Hammond Organ 
Ryland Kelly: Bass 
Antonio Johnson: Drums​ 

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8. Nice Ride 
(George S. Kelly) 

Limo ride home for the brand new bundle of joy 
Yankee blueblood, it's a bouncing baby boy 
Parents say that it’s only right 
To ride in style on your first night 
Expectations high for the newborn son 
Ain’t it a shame that you’ll never be good enough 

Cool stretch limousine, urban deluxe 
Off to the prom, hoping for good luck 
It has to be exactly like she wants 
That’s what you get from a divatante 
She may be on or more likely off 
Ain't it a shame they don't automatically come across 

White wheeled limousine on the wedding day 
Lavish reception, unpronounceable champagne 
Sometimes you’re not sure just what’s the point 
Don’t put asunder that which God has joined 
Turns out the marriage needs more than just a tweak 
Ain't it a shame that the honeymoon's only a week 

Rolls Royce limousine to the show 
Life’s a breeze when you got the dough 
Blondes and brunettes, aren’t they so well-toned 
Scrilla’s no object in the frigid zone 
Somebody somewhere said you reap what you sow 
Ain't it a shame that what goes high also must go low 

Long black limousine taking you to the grave 
Final destination, or so they say 
Hope they paid attention to the eulogy 
Don’t know much about theology 
Enjoy the ride from here to eternity 
Ain't it a shame in life there's just no guarantees 

George Stephen Kelly: Vocal, Acoustic & Electric Guitar 
Michael Jenkins: Wah-Wah Guitar, Guitar Solo 
Kevin Tubbs: Hammond Organ 
Ryland Kelly: Bass 
Antonio Johnson: Drums 
De'Sean Jones: Tenor Sax 
John Douglas: Trumpet ​
Raye Williams, Background Vocals

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9. Runnin' Blue 
(W.R. Scaggs, P. O'Hara) 

George Stephen Kelly: Vocal, Lead Guitar 
Motor City Josh: Rhythm Guitar 
Chris Codish: Hammond Organ 
Alex Lyon: Bass 
Todd Glass: Drums 
Marcus Elliot: Tenor Sax, Saxophone Solo 
Keith Kaminski: Tenor Sax 
John Douglas: Trumpet 
Jimmy Smith: Trumpet 

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10. Just Because You're Paranoid 
(George S. Kelly) 

You can hear conspiratorial tones 
Subterfuge and innuendo 
Can’t tell your friends from your enemies 
Seems like they’re all in on the scheme 
Just because you’re paranoid 
Doesn’t mean they’re not talking behind your back 
So many people to avoid, and you’re always being tracked 

Can’t shake the feeling you were followed 
Feels like you might not be alone 
They got your IP address, bugged your home 
Tracked the GPS on your phone 
Just because you’re paranoid 
Doesn’t mean that they’re not out to get you 
Though evidence has been destroyed 
They still might be coming to arrest you 

Closed circuit TV monitors your every move 
God only knows if you’re gonna slip through  
Always under surveillance or so it seems 
Hard to distinguish real life from your dreams 
Just because you’re paranoid 
Doesn’t mean they’re not talking behind your back 
So many voices to avoid 
Even though you wear a tin foil hat 

You think you’re the victor, just don't forget
You might be the victim, you just don’t know it yet 
People’s motivations so hard to gauge 
They’re all players, the world is a stage 
Just because you’re paranoid doesn’t mean that they’re not out to get you 
Sanity is null and void, and there is no one to protect you 

​George Stephen Kelly: Vocal, Slide Guitar, Acoustic Guitar
Motor City Josh: Electric Guitar 
Todd Glass: Drums, Percussion
Ryland Kelly: Bass, Piano, Electric Guitar, Nylon String Guitar Solo 
Raye Williams, Background Vocals

Electric George

Electric George

Acoustic George

Acoustic George

Motor City Josh: engineer,  guitar

Motor City Josh: engineer, guitar

Alex Lyon: bass

Alex Lyon: bass

De'Sean Jones: tenor sax

De'Sean Jones: tenor sax

Chris Codish: Hammond organ

Chris Codish: Hammond organ

Ryland Kelly: bass

Ryland Kelly: bass

Ryland Kelly:  charts

Ryland Kelly: charts

Kevin Tubbs: Hammond organ

Kevin Tubbs: Hammond organ

Michael Jenkins: guitar

Michael Jenkins: guitar