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Hello This is for all the friends, fans, and family who have shown us so much love over the years and who may have wondered what the hell we were screaming about back then. Pat has been working miracles remastering the songs we recorded in the past and I’m pleased to find there were pretty good cuts in there. Drop a line if you would like the link to them. This is for you, enjoy and thank you! Pat n Mike

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The Boat Trip (8)

RM Cox 2017

The boat still seemed an eternity away, but I wouldn't give up. One arm over the other, I kept stroking. My vision was getting blurry and little flashes of light kept appearing out of nowhere. I don't know if it was from popping blood-vessels in my eyes from over-exertion or if because I was about to pass out from loss of blood, no matter, I just kept stroking; waiting for the next little bastard to take a bite out of me and drag me under to a deserved end, but it didn't happen, I just kept stroking and I swam until I blindly ran into the hull of the boat with my head. I had stopped looking up to measure the distance from it and ran right square into it. Honestly, I didn't believe I was going to make it anyway, but I did. I made it. When I pulled myself up the stern of the boat, I took my first honest, complete breath of air since I had been in the water, then threw-up all over the deck; I swear it seemed like five-gallons of sea water. I drug myself to the emergency kit and wrapped my leg; witnessing the damage that had been done and tried to keep from passing out. The pain was horrible and the bite on my leg was bad; thirty stitches worth of bad (I know, it could have been worse, like the whole damn thing in a sharks gullet, but still). I got to the radio and deliriously may-dayed my emergency to the Coast Patrol. I don't really remember word-for-word what I said except 'Shark Attack' 'Hurt Bad' and 'They got my wife'. I do, however, remember listening to the slapping of the water, as I lay waiting to be rescued, the sharks were incessantly searching for whatever had left such a delicious trail of blood for them. God only knows how many were out there in the black of the sea, but it sounded like hundreds, thrashing about, hungry for more. That's the last thing I remembered until I woke up in the hospital. They found nothing of Amy other than the right side of her nose. That perfect up-turned, snooty little nose, bobbing up and down on the waves of the reef-that's all that was left; all that perfection gobbled up and lost to the mercy of the sea. They did an investigation on me and of course, they found no wrong-doing on my behalf and I wasn't about to argue anything different. My intentions were murder, yes, but as you can tell, I never actually got the chance to do such a thing. I wonder if I really could have done it. I don't know-I really don't, but what's done is done and just as well, I suppose. It was a hell of an ordeal and now it's over; I got my wish, but boy, at what a cost! To almost wind up a shark's happy meal. I sold the boat too. It was pretty and powerful, but I've learned the hard way; The sea does not agree with me or maybe it just didn't agree with what I was intending to do on it's behalf and yes-I'll admit it- I miss Amy sometimes; maybe just a little. It's funny how that works, one minute you can't wait to have someone out of your life, then the next you're getting all misty eyed over them. I guess I'll never understand why that is. Anyway, without getting all Montgomery Cliff (A Place in the Sun) on you, that's my story. Sometimes things don't work out the way we plan: a marriage, a murder, you name it; but sometimes things work themselves out in the end. Now if I could just get some sleep! Oh, well. Until then. Bon appetite!

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The Boat Trip (7)

"Amy!" I managed to squeak out between coughing up water and trying to steal a straight breath of air. She never resurfaced. I waited there for a few moments to see if there was a chance she may come back up, but there was nothing except more fin's appearing all around me and a large dark stain forming in the area were she had been. I don't know that much about sharks, except what I've seen on the Discovery Channel. That thing about 'shark frenzy' when they smell blood. It drives them wild. Yea, I remembered that. I'm so screwed. I turned and started swimming like hell towards the boat. It was so far away now; it seemed impossible for me to catch up to it. For every 10 feet I traveled, it seemed the boat would gain 20. The harder I swam, it just seemed as though I was suspended in one place; like being caught in a rip tide, becoming more and more fatigued. My muscles were getting tight and I could feel the first signs of cramping in the backs of my legs as I thrashed forwards with everything I had. If I could get just a good lung-full of air, maybe get some oxygen to my body, it might help stop the cramping, I thought, but the ocean was not cooperating at the moment. The waves would catch me in the face no matter how high I turned my head up towards the sky. My arms and legs burned for some relief. I fought with them to keep moving, determined not too stop, no matter what. I ached from head to toe. That's when one of the little bastards bit me. Yep, right above the ankle. The salt-water stung like crazy when it let go of me. I knew it must have been bad because I started feeling weak within seconds of the bite.

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R M Cox 2017

The Boat Trip (6)

So how do you go about killing your wife without getting caught you ask? Well, at first I didn't even care whether I got caught or not. I just wanted her dead. I dreamt of choking her to death, slashing her to death, (that one was very disturbing, but oh, so satisfying) running her over, shooting her, beating, bludgeoning, you name it, I probably dreamt it. Then it dawned on me. I really didn't want to become a crispy critter in an electric chair just for offing my old lady. No, I had to make it look like an accident. I had to find a way to get my revenge and come away smelling like a rose. I wasn't ready to forfeit my life just yet. I started thinking about that movie starlet's death on a boat trip and how there had been speculation that there may have been foul play, but none was ever proven. She had fallen overboard and drowned while with her husband and a friend. Minus the friend and I had my plan. All I had to do was make it look like an accident and I would be home free, but there's always a catch isn't there. Always a catch.

"Honey, how far out did you say we were going?" "Just far enough to have some privacy." "You're a naughty Skipper aren't you!" Oh, Amy was something else in her teeny thong bikini; just a goddess ya' know? I hated to mess up such a work of art. The mid-afternoon sun shown on her beautifully tanned skin like a spot-light. A perfect day luxuriously wrapped around the perfect girl. I should have brought a camera, but I couldn't have my glamour shots turn into evidence, could I? We were out 8 nautical miles or 14,816 meters, (if you're into the nautical lingo; 1 nautical mile=1,852 meters) heading in the direction of the Biminis, the North-Western tip of the Bahamas, with no land in sight, not another vessel to be seen. The map I had helped guide us to a nice reef area; not too shallow, not too deep. I killed the engine and prepared to drop anchor, when Amy diverted my attention. "How about a swim?" She had her bikini top in her hand and her perfect breast exposed in the sunset; our afternoon now fading into evening quickly. "Catch me if you can!" Amy whisked away her bikini bottom and jumped into the choppy, blue water with a squeal of delight. So what did I do? I stripped and jumped in. What a dope, you're right, but hey; if it was for just one last time to be with her, one last hurrah before the end of all we had, then why not? Yea, I know, what a dog. It was only after I surfaced and started swimming furiously to catch my little mermaid-of-love, who was a good 30 feet away from me and 50 from the boat, that I realized my mistake. In my pursuit of good-bye nookie, I had forgot to drop anchor. I looked towards the boat and I could see it drifting from where we swam. I turned to Amy to yell out and tell her of our calamity, when a big wave of water hit me in the face, exactly the same time I was taking air into my lungs. I gasped and choked and watched as the boat drifted farther away. "John?" Amy was looking in my direction, I tried to make her understand we were in trouble by pointing at the cruiser as I hacked up the sea. She didn't get it. "Oh, no you don't! You'll have to catch me first!" I couldn't believe it, she was still wanting to play; swimming even farther away from me. I finally cleared my air-way, prepared to cry out and let Amy know that the damn boat was getting away from us, when something bumped my leg, just a nudge, but enough to let me know we were not alone in the water and things were about to get a lot worse. "Oh, shit." That's all I could say as I looked in her direction. I never thought, in all the aspects of what could go wrong, that some- thing like this could even be a part of the equation; this isn't a movie for god's sake-it's real. "What's wrong John? John!" Amy actually seemed concerned for the first time as I watched two fin's (I think they're called dorsal fin's)circle behind her head. Another wave slapped me square in the face, causing me to become choked on salt-water once again; it was as if the sea was trying to keep me from speaking (or breathing for that matter). My brain, however, was screaming one word over and over in vain-"Shark"! I watched as Amy began to swim towards me. "John?" It was my name-my name-the last words upon her lips before she was jerked violently from the surface of the water, to a fate swimming in the dark depths below. I started frantically towards where she had gone down and then remembered the boat, which had drifted even farther now. A good 30 yards.

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The Boat Trip (5)

R M Cox

So when did I stop being a blind shmuck you ask? It was a dinner party Amy and I hosted. A quiet little get together with some of my clients, whom had turned out to be good friends…well some of them. It was a casual affair, I wore slacks and a polo shirt. Amy had on a low cut blouse with form fitting pants. She was hot! We had made our way through the food and wine and had enjoyed a few too many cocktails in the wee hours of the night when Amy decided it was a perfect time to pull out her talons and fangs on me. It was one o'clock in the morning and torture time for John again. Dr. Terrance Williams was an urologist; one of my closest friends and one of my first associates when I got into the Pharmaceutical business. He was sitting across from Amy in our big fluffy beige lounger. I sat by Amy on the sofa. "Tell me Terry," Amy asked, "do they make a shot or a pill to make men bigger?" "What do you mean dear, bigger like a tall pill?" He took a sip of his Vodka martini.

"No, bigger like down there…you know." She giggled and covered her sultry red lips with a petite left hand. Dr. Williams didn't seem to understand at first, then you could see the lights come on across his face. He blushed and said, "My heavens, dear girl! Why would you ask me such a thing?" She didn't answer at first. She turned to look at me all evil like and smiled real big, then turned slowly back to Dr. Williams and said, "Many of the men that I have been with in my life have been… exceptional, shall we say. I was curious if maybe there was some hope of making my husband a more satisfactory marital partner in that area. I just thought since you're a doctor that works in that field, I would ask." She took a sip of her pina colada and twirled her straw slowly around the glass; looking like the little drunken devil she was. Dr. Williams eyes darted towards me, then back to her-he was speechless. "Are you done for the night or is there more?" I said to her and her smart-ass joke. I was pissed; of all the people for her to pull this shit with, it just had to be him. My oldest and most respected colleague, reduced to the pawn of her foul insults to start an uncomfortable wedge between us; possibly destroying any further business transactions we would have in the future. Great. Amy smiled and got up and walked off towards the bar, thumping me on the ear as she passed. "Just joking…shorty." I counted to ten and tried to calm down. I looked at Dr. Williams and said, "I'm sorry, Terry. I think she's had a little too much to drink." "Yes, a highly volatile train of conversation there!" Dr. Williams looked at his watch and started to stand. I could tell he was not very happy about Amy's 'little' joke. "It's late my boy! I think I'll take my leave now." He was a big man, a gentle man and hopefully after tonight, still my best friend. "Would you like to stay long enough for coffee?" I asked. "No, no, must be on my way. Goodnight John. Tell Amy I had…uh, an amusing time tonight." "Yes, I'll do that." I was so embarrassed. "Oh," Dr. Williams whispered, "if you need someone to talk to, call me." "Thanks, that means a lot to me." I really meant it. "I'm fine, she does this to me sometimes just to get my goat. Sometimes she takes it too far, however." Dr. Williams nodded his head with a slight smile and said' "Goodnight John." He walked to his car, got in and drove away into the night. I watched the car until it turned on Decker street heading East. I counted to ten about five or six times. "Rotten bitch" is all I could think on my way to the kitchen. "Of all the dirty little things she's said about me, she's never attacked my masculinity. Why would she do that?" I noticed on the way to the kitchen that the only guest left was Dr. Shalot. Nice enough fellow, kind of a quite man in his 50's. Podiatrist. He was standing with Amy by the bar laughing softly about something. I went on to the kitchen and made coffee for the three of us and started back into the living room when I saw it. It was quick, but I saw it. Their reflection from the mirror in the foyer. Amy was in a lip lock with the foot doctor, his hand groping her ass at the front door. I turned the corner and she was waving bye to him with a new 'scrip' in her hand. More pain pills. He was looking back at her with a smile that I took note of: Ear to ear, slightly slanted eyes, eyes that say I know something that you don't. I've retained that image for future reference, mark my words, if I ever see it again, you better believe I'll know exactly what it means. I really didn't want to believe what I saw. "How could she?" I thought. We were happy together. I gave her my life. Why? How could this be? I watched her shut the door and turn to me and smile. That suburban smile (across her lips this time). There were so many things I wanted to say, so many things I wanted to do…bad things, but all I could do was say, "Coffee?" She had put the scrip behind her back, folding it into a little square and placed it in her back pocket. "Yes please."

Maybe that's when the sleeplessness started. I don't know. There were many nights I raided Amy's Ambian collection just so I could get a good nights sleep. That image of them in the mirror haunted me every time I closed my eyes. Tormented me. I don't know how many times I questioned what exactly I saw. There was so much at stake, what if I was wrong? I couldn't take all the doubt. I had to have concrete proof; some type of tangible evidence before I went insane with all the uncertainty. That's when I knew the only way I would know for sure was to hire a private detective, to either prove myself mistaken or reveal my worst nightmares. Yes, we know what I found, don't we. There was something in me that died witnessing those pictures. Just up and died. Every image cut deeper and deeper into my heart and scorched my mind to ashes and yes, I suppose something…snapped. Twisted anger is what I felt. Uncontrollable demented rage. I remember how bad my hands shook by the time I got to the last photo and I knew nothing would ever be the same in me or my life. I walked around feeling like I had this hulking wound across my chest that resembles wearing your intestines on the outside; real nasty, mean looking scar. I felt like everybody could see it, even though, I knew it wasn't really there, but god I felt it. Every waking hour I felt it. Walking wounded. A ghost of the man I presumed I was back then. Never more, never was, never again. Yes, those photos did the damage. I couldn't watch porn the same way as I did before, couldn't listen to the radio without feeling sad when certain songs come blaring out. Couldn't concentrate, couldn't eat and of course couldn't sleep. My whole life was going down the drain. Amy was my world and my world had been destroyed. That's when I knew I had to kill her.

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The Boat Trip (4)

"So who's ready for a drink?" I tried to divert the next deluge of war games they were preparing. Rita looked at Kyle and said, "Dear, I think I'm getting one of those headaches. I think it would be best if we go now." She turned towards Amy and I and said, "I'm so sorry…it just happens." There was that smile again. Always that sweet suburban smile. I swear, women like these could be in the middle of a concentration camp, naked, covered in feces, being led to their deaths and they would still be smiling that damn fake smile. The world ending and they just smile like everything's perfect. It's creepy if you ask me! "Well do come back anytime, you know how much we miss all this fun." Amy, rubbing salt into the wound. God! When she closed the door I asked her, "Why do you do that?" "Do what?" she said innocently. "You know exactly what I mean." Amy smiled and walked up to me, rubbing her leg in between the two of mine. "Oh, that," she said and kissed me, "It turns me on." Yep, that was one steamy night of victory. I was sore for three days. Amy could be a horror when she wanted to be, but god she was good in bed.

To be continued...

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The Boat Trip (3)

"Surprise!" Amy said as they walked into the front door-way. Both of them looked at her dumbfounded; not realizing what she meant. Rita was the first to understand. She saw the hat. Her eyes tried their best to hide the swelling hate she was concealing, when she realized she had been one-upped again, but she could only hide so much. This private war of theirs had been going on for years. I took my hat off. "You got a boat! How nice." Rita said through gritted teeth; smiling the whole time and trying to keep her composure. "That's Great! We're so happy for you!" Kyle said, his poker face was much better than his wife's. He kissed Amy on the cheek and started to move towards me smiling. I could have swore it was my imagination at the time, but it looked as though he just ran his hand down Amy to the middle of her hip. He was smiling at me, "Congratulations" he said, what an asshole. I didn't know then, but I know now, he did that on purpose! What arrogance! I guess I deserved it though for not paying closer attention to detail. Shmuck! "We heard you were having a little difficulty getting your boat, so we wanted to invite you to sail with us one week-end, until you can afford your own." Amy had probably worked out that line of malice weeks ago, anticipating the warm shallow satisfaction she would feel from saying it. "The price has nothing to do with it unfortunately," Rita said in her best loving, condescending voice. "we just can't decide on the color." "Rita wants a solid white," Kyle spoke, "but I want white with a sparkle bottom." We all laughed. "Nothing wrong with wanting an attractive bottom is there?" Kyle was looking directly at Amy; still laughing that little schmarmy laugh. I didn't think anything about it at the time. Double shmuck! My ears are burning. I notice Ritas cleavage; no, not like that. Ritas a little older and not my type. She was wearing a modest, low-cut top and her chest area was blushing crimson. I guess women's intuition is a lot better than men's when it comes to innuendo. She knew what he meant. "What a lovely thought, but we just couldn't." Rita smiled, cat-like, "It might spoil the joy of getting in our own boat for the first time." "Come now!" Kyle said "I think it would be great to get out there and start getting our sea legs. Besides, we never spend enough time with our neighbors." Kyle lightly touched the tip of Ritas nose with his index finger, "It might turn out to be a wonderful experience for all of us honey." Ritas eyes narrowed just ever so slightly; still smiling, but I could swear her head was about to explode. "If it means that much to you," she paused, "honey, then you can go if you want." Oh that mask she wore as she spoke those next words, I swear I saw a piece of it crumble and fall to the floor. "I'm completely comfortable with it, if that's what you want to do." I couldn't take anymore, I was afraid poor Rita was going to burst with rage if someone didn't do something and quick. "Oh now Rita, it just wouldn't be any fun without you there with us!" There, I said it. Now she won't blow up all over our walls and furniture. White sofas are a bitch to keep clean as it is. "Maybe we should just leave these old fuddy-duddies here and go ourselves!" Amy joked to Kyle or at least I took it as a joke. Kyle laughed. Rita absolutely did not.

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The Boat Trip (2)

Keeping up with the Jensen's was as much a passion for her as most typical neighboring suburbanites and when she was victorious, trumping the Jensen's, for whatever reason, boat or other-wise, I was always guaranteed great sex. By the way, in the last year of our marriage she was having great sex with Kyle Jensen on Monday afternoons while I was out making the almighty dollar. I have The pictures. Thanks Sam. Damn, she was fine though. I never understood how I got so lucky to have a girl like Amy. Blonde-haired, blue-eyed, perfect body, perfect teeth. Everything about her, perfect-well… almost. I've always considered myself as kind of plain. I work out twice a week, watch what I eat and have all my hair, but still just kind of normal, you know? No George Clooney if you know what I mean. Anyway, I think it was right about the time we got that boat, things started going wrong. She badgered me about that boat like crazy. Always that damn boat. "If we had a boat, we could take it out every Sunday, far out to sea and make mad, passionate love under the sun, just you and me!" I sunburn very easily, but under these circumstances and that imagery, I could have cared less if I came back with a back-side of third degree burns. I had just been inspired to get that damn boat-so I did. A Donzi 39 ZSC cruiser, 40 foot, with twin MerCruiser engines, 425 horse power and a 126 square foot cockpit. It was white, with red wing stripes. I could have bought another house for what she cost, but what Amy wants, Amy gets. She was a beauty! We named her-ironically and so clich'e- The Love Boat (Yea, I roll my eyes on that one too, now). The whole boat incident came out of a conversation with the Carathers across the street. They had mentioned it to Amy that the Jensen's were in the market for a sea vessel and the race was on. When we closed the deal on it and got our complimentary sea captains hats, (matching, of course) we drove home and Amy raced past me to the door, making a B-line to the phone to invite the Jensen's over for drinks. Little did they know what they were in for!

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It Will Cost You

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Pacific Blue

Lyrics & Music Michael Cox/Glendal Wharton

Imagining how it used to be listening to you play

Going over words in my head not knowing what to say

Can't reach you from here, throwing all my thoughts away

So I send them through the air, to the shore of the bay

To be picked up by the waves, placed on the back of a deep blue angle

Escorted by the lull of a Dolphins sway

Think of you in a sunshine shimmer

By the river I call your name

Across the sea, remember me

Pacific, blue and missing you

Tried to write this message by hand but pen and paper got in the way

So it was given to a starfish who wrote the lines in the sand

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Quartered

Quartered

lyrics and music: Michael Cox

God made me then damned me Just because he could Picked me up and threw me On an unforgiving sea

To pick up the pieces cure my diseases violent releases

I give it Up back-and-forth start again it’s not the way I’ll never win I give it up

Condemn my soul “Warrior?” “Big shot?” Nobody even really gives a fuck It’s really just a question of time and everybody here is standing in line

To pick up the pieces cure their diseases violent releases

I give it Up back-and-forth start again it’s not the way I’ll never win I give it up

Quoted, and bound and quartered

A gift or curse what is worse the life or death of me I never even thought twice my friend before burning Paradise

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Odd #3

                Odd #3

 Lyrics & music: Robert M Cox

What have I become 

The years did not hold true

Dear child with the promise of the world What’s become of you

The thing that made you great before 

Holds no Quarter or OpenDoor

It’s all black

The nightmares I once feared are now the things I hold most dear

Sweet dreams 

A labyrinth of my own design 

Lost my way left myself behind 

But it’s you I need

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Justine

Justine Lyric and Music Robert M Cox 02

Dead eyes right back at me Nauseates and should not be Hell on Earth, yes it's true What underground did this to you?

Stripped you bare of everything You'll never dance, laugh or sing This souless nation next to me Nauseates and should not be

How can you smile and let them win When lambs die in the Tygers den You frame thy fear and Symmetry On a crooked cross that should not be

Where did it start? How did it begin? With a rattle and some Heroin? A trade, a slave, an orphan made When they held you up to the shears blade The rights of life are taken away This happens every single day

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Cutter

Cutter 

6-12–06 written by Michael Cox

It doesn’t hurt as much as you 

doesn’t sting like these tears

Carving my world  so perfect 

letting out the shame 

And I’m not mad anymore 

I’m not sad anymore 

I’m just playing with what is to be me

Not to trespass injure laid bare so open wide 

nine circles downward spiral I’ll find you there yes I’ll find you there

It doesn’t hurt as much as you 

to instigate a measured line 

To Tear a hole in everything 

A little soul That bleeds and sings

and I’m not sad anymore I’m not mad anymore I’m just playing with what it is to be me

dissecting what it is to be me

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Those were the days!