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My Christmas Eve
(not a Christmas song!)
There’s a certain night of year, when
I’m reminded from all the warmth and cheer
of all the precious gifts I get from you
Yet, all year round I still celebrate
With all you’ve given, I wanna concentrate
on every way that I can give back too
You shine like a tree-top star
that guides me to where you are tonight,
draws me close when you are far from me
You twinkle, you’re shiny bright
and, I’m this kid lookin’ at all the pretty lights
Of all my favorite days, you’re my Christmas Eve
Just like my favorite time of year,
counting down with that big night drawing near,
with all this suspense building you just can’t take,
anticipation that you’ll be here
exciting joy that fills my atmosphere
feeling deep inside, I just can’t wait…
You shine like a tree-top star
that guides me to where you are tonight,
draws me close when you are far from me
You twinkle, you’re shiny bright
and, I’m this kid lookin’ at all the pretty lights
Of all my favorite days, you’re my Christmas Eve
Christmas lights flash off and on,
but you keep shining all year long,
and every day I’m celebrating you…
You shine like a tree-top star
that guides me to where you are tonight,
draws me close when you are far from me
You twinkle, you’re shiny bright
and, I’m this kid lookin’ at all the pretty lights
Of all my favorite days, you’re my Christmas Eve
Oh, shine like a gleaming star
guide me to where you are tonight
Draw me close if you’re too far from me
Sparkle so shiny bright,
I’ll spy the glitter of your twinkling light
You’re my favorite day, my Christmas Eve…
Words and music ©2013 Frank Sardella ASCAP. All rights reserved. [P] 2013 Material Worth Publishing ASCAP.
Deserve You
When you look up to me
I feel like I can fly
I get these superpowers
and no one can explain why
But you should know
that someone out there
does for you what
most would not dare
Swoop in just in time
no matter what it takes to do
I want to tell you something,
don’t mean to disturb you
I would have sooner, but
I lost my will and nerve to
But, like a superhero’s duty
to preserve truth,
I have to save you from
a man who don’t deserve you
who don’t deserve you
When you look up at me,
you shine like kryptonite
Which might explain
the loss for words,
my speech gets paralyzed
But you should know
that someone near you
knows someone near you
is not true
Swoop in just in time
no matter what it takes to do
I want to tell you something,
don’t mean to disturb you
I would have sooner, but
I lost my will and nerve to
But, like a superhero’s duty
to preserve truth,
I have to save you from
a man who don’t deserve you
who don’t deserve you
Closely guarded is
my true identity, yeah,
Disregarded,
as I face your enemies
And you should know
someone fights for you
When someone to you is untrue
Swoops in just in time
no matter what it takes to do
I want to tell you something,
don’t mean to disturb you
I would have sooner, but
I lost my will and nerve to
But, like a superhero’s duty
to preserve truth,
I have to save you from
a man who don’t deserve you
I want to tell you something,
don’t mean to disturb you
I would have sooner, but
I lost my will and nerve to
But, like a superhero’s duty
to preserve truth,
I have to save you from
a man who don’t deserve you
who don’t deserve you
©2012 Frank Sardella ASCAP. All Rights Reserved. (p)2013 Material Worth Publishing ASCAP.
Sideways Eight
Nah-nah-nah, nah-nah-nah
Nah-nah-nah, nah-nah
Nah-nah-nah, nah-nah-nah
Nah-nah-nah, nah-nah
Nah-nah-nah, nah-nah-nah
Nah-nah-nah, nah-nah
Nah-nah-nah nah
Your sideways eight!
Your first impression
is something hard to forget
Been tryin’ to find the words for years
but can’t explain yet
Turn it backwards,
turn it upside down
It’s always flowing
You always leave it showing
You bear a mark that few will see,
but more so wear it on your sleeve
From your head to your infinity, no,
you can’t hide your sideways eight,
your sideways eight,
your sideways eight,
sideways eight!
Waited a whole year
before I realized that
I must be crazy
if I don’t just recognize that
you play it so cool,
you even play it down
It keeps on flowing
You always leave it showing
You bear a mark that few will see,
but more so wear it on your sleeve
From your head to your infinity,
no, you can’t hide your sideways eight,
your sideways eight,
your sideways eight,
sideways eight!
I feel so light,
Got to hold tight
as your beams of light
forever travel space so bright
They’re never gonna end!
You bear a mark that few will see,
but more so wear it on your sleeve
From your head to your infinity, no,
you can’t hide your sideways eight!
You play it so cool
to try and play it down
to keep me from knowing
but you always leave it showing
You bear a mark that few will see,
but more so wear it on your sleeve
From your head to your infinity
no, you can’t hide your sideways eight,
your sideways eight,
your sideways eight,
sideways eight!
You bear a mark that few will see,
but more so wear it on your sleeve
From your head to your infinity,
no, you can’t hide your sideways eight,
sideways eight,
your sideways eight,
sideways eight!
Nah-nah-nah, nah-nah-nah
Nah-nah-nah, nah-nah
Nah-nah-nah, nah-nah-nah
Nah-nah-nah, nah-nah
Nah-nah-nah, nah-nah-nah
Nah-nah-nah, nah-nah
Nah-nah-nah nah
Your sideways eight!
Words and music ©2014 Frank Sardella ASCAP. All rights reserved. [P] 2014 Material Worth Publishing ASCAP.
Hurt Is Done
In the dark I strove to find
my way around the room
to find some shred of evidence
that you were once there too
But something’s taken you away
and all the traces too,
of you
I woke up today
in such a better way,
it was so cumbersome,
but this hurt is done
Oh, those endless days,
all that time I’d waste
feeling all undone,
but the hurt is done
There are times when I realize
that, worry as I do,
I can’t pretend
that time we spent,
it wasn’t hurting you
I think I now
know and feel
what I just put you through
(I do)
I woke up today
in such a better way,
it was so cumbersome,
but this hurt is done
Oh, those endless days,
all that time I’d waste
feeling all undone,
but the hurt is done
Didn’t think I’d comprehend it
unless you would end it
so I feel like you do
(I do)
I woke up today
in such a better way,
It was so cumbersome,
but this hurt is done
I woke up today
in such a better way,
it was so cumbersome,
but this hurt is done
Oh, those endless days,
all that time I’d waste
feeling all undone,
but the hurt is done
I woke up today
in such a better way,
it was so cumbersome,
but this hurt is done
Oh, those endless days,
all that time I’d waste
feeling all undone,
but the hurt is done
hurt is done…
Words and music ©2022 Frank Sardella ASCAP. All rights reserved. [P] 2022 Material Worth Publishing ASCAP.
Pagan Love Song
I just couldn’t watch you
when I knew you’d crash and burn
so I tried not to
while I harbored my concern
I stood by waiting,
patient I would get my turn
and walked away clean,
faithful someday I would learn
that your broken pieces
scattered all about
would make you turn to me
and you’d let it all out
And I’d hold the pan
whilst we swept it away
even when your tears
didn’t have nothin’ to say
I knew it was better
than fighting to be
as far as I could from you
until you see
the far reaches
of all that’s inside of me
when I’d believed so long
in our pagan love song
that says you belong with me
This pagan love song,
oh, it will always be
our pagan love song,
our story, you and me
Would it be so wrong
to surrender and let this be
our pagan love song?
I dampened my ardor
and held all of it in
though religionists judged it
as a hell that’s made from sin
Holding out for far more
than all what we had been
to each other before
and until that one time when,
oh, I knew he would hurt you,
that son of a bitch,
and leave you for dead
like a deer in the ditch
And, when he ran you over,
I hated to be so right about
all of the things I’d foreseen
But that doesn’t matter,
you reached out to say
you regret you ignored me
and could I find a way
to forgive and forget
and to pick up each piece
of your heart
that had hope yet
for our pagan love song
that says you belong with me
This pagan love song,
oh, it will always be
our pagan love song,
our story, you and me
Would it be so wrong
to surrender and let this be?
(You) put your head on my shoulder
as my closest friend
with your arms around me
as we lay on the bed
And, the ceiling was watching
as we closed our eyes
while between us a closeness
that lasted all night
Yeah, there went our friendship
just slipping away
as you nestled your head
holding tighter to me
And, we trembled wondering
“is this happening?”
when we’d waited so long
for our pagan love song
that says you belong with me
Oh, it will always be
our pagan love song,
our story for always,
this will be our pagan love song
our pagan love song
Words and music ©2022 Frank Sardella ASCAP. All rights reserved. [P] 2022 Material Worth Publishing ASCAP.
Best of Luck, But I Wish It Was Me
I’ve been told all the best ones
will, for always, be taken
by a much better someone
and I’m always forsaken
and that I should pack it in
no matter how long that it’s been
I may be a future wedding guest
who’ll wish you all the best,
I wish you the best of luck,
but, I wish it was me
who was engaged to you
heading for eternity
promising all my days to you
down on one knee
Oh, wouldn’t you know
that it was just my luck
that someone beat me
to give you that ring
swearing to be to you
yours in so many ways
while I wish you the best of luck
but, I wish it was me
I can’t be the only one,
but I may be mistaken
and one day I’ll awaken
and accept you’ve been taken
And maybe my timing’s not right
and maybe I lack the foresight
and all that’s left to do I guess
is wish you all the best
I wish you the best of luck,
but I wish it was me
who was engaged to you
heading for eternity
promising all my days to you
down on one knee
Oh, wouldn’t you know
that it was just my luck,
that someone beat me
to give you that ring
swearing to be to you
yours in so many ways
while I wish you the best of luck
but, I wish it was me
All this passion that’s gone to waste
and all I’m left with is distaste
on ever getting sweet on you
from here comes the bride in my head
to down the aisle, give you away
Hey, yeah
Your diamond sparkles in my eyes
the way that I thought you and I
would radiate in formal dress
while everyone wishes us all the best
I wish you the best of luck,
but I wish it was me
who was engaged to you
heading for eternity
promising all my days to you
down on one knee
Oh, wouldn’t you know
that it was just my luck,
that someone beat me
to give you that ring
swearing to be to you
yours in so many ways
while I wish you the best of luck
but, I wish you the best of luck,
but I wish it was me
who was engaged to you
heading for eternity
promising all my days to you
down on one knee
Oh, wouldn’t you know
that it was just my luck,
that someone beat me
to give you that ring
swearing to be to you
yours in so many ways
while I wish you the best of luck
but, I wish it was me
©2025 Frank Sardella ASCAP. All Rights Reserved. (p)2025 Material Worth Publishing ASCAP.
Love at First Fight!
Cordial, I smiled
when I first saw you,
but not altogether right
‘Cause then we defied
attraction laws
too strong to deny
Your opposition calling,
and it’s got me falling
Got us intertwined,
conflicted,
in love at first fight!
Verbal riptides,
these words that
break like waves
don’t necessarily define
‘Cause there’s yet this fire,
burns more like lovers’ flames
in the heat of denial
Conflicting views appalling,
but it’s got me falling,
as it all unwinds,
to leave us,
in love at first fight!
Told myself love started when
I’d see a face then start pretending
and defending that it’s so right
But since I first argued with you
I’ve got the best happy endings
and love at first fight!
Fake love resides
in rom com fantasies,
their ticket holders in denial
but, maybe love collides
in word cacophony,
and picking fights
will spark desire
Put up our dukes,
we’re brawling,
tension’s got me falling
as as we recognize,
we’ve fallen
in love at first fight!
in love at first fight!
in love at first fight!
©2025 Frank Sardella ASCAP. All rights reserved. [P] 2025 Material Worth Publishing ASCAP.
Think It Through
I think I had things all wrong,
when I’m looking back on it all
All the things that I would say
and the things you’d do, oh, no way
Did I even have a clue
when it came down to me and you?
In my bliss and ignorance,
I’d bask in this delusion,
’til it shattered down at last
Just like when the children ask,
“How much can I get with this many dollars?”
how naive was I to be with you?
My worst tantrum yet, why did I bother
to harp on this mistake and just plain
forget to think it through?
Irrational thinking’s done
Guess I took a bullet on this one
Such a clean getaway
By now you’re half way down the freeway
Doesn’t it bother you that
it bothers me but doesn’t bother you?
My pretended innocence
all masked up in confusion
’til it crumbled down so fast
Like when Dr Evil asks
“Ransom set, one hundred billion dollars!”
how naive was I to stay with you?
Did you half expect I’d scream and holler
and harp on this mistake and just plain
never think it through?
Have I ever thought things through
in the best and worst of you?
I lose my head and I don’t think things through
I don’t bother
Never think it through
Never think it through,
oh, when it comes to you
Words and music ©2022 Frank Sardella ASCAP. All rights reserved. [P] 2022 Material Worth Publishing ASCAP
Spoof of My Life
I thought I had quite a story,
not so much filled with guts and glory,
but semi-rich with substance
and less shallow than mainstream,
Maybe not as deep as a hundred fathoms,
and people don’t know me from Adam,
but my doppleganging face ain’t really
what it’s come to mean
It’s not funny as it seems
It’s just so uncool
and such a fucked up thing to do
I hope my sense of humor’s
ready to survive
The writers took my tale
and convinced me it’s gone stale
and turned my lifelong feature
into comedy
in a spoof of my life
It’s a spoof of my life!
My life’s gone into syndication,
the laughingstock of a streaming nation,
all over TikTok, YouTube
and I think Netflix too
Maybe Jagger gets to have his satisfaction,
but, I get this small laughing fraction
of the latest punchline
getting all the rave reviews
even though there’s bigger news
I won’t get an Emmy nomination,
but come up in your feed
and in your rotation
of suggested comedies
based on what makes you laugh
They’re running me on
every frickin’ TV station
so please spare me your congratulations,
fame’s engravings carved on me
like some timeless epitaph,
or my phony autograph
It’s just so uncool
and such a fucked up thing to do
I hope my sense of humor’s
ready to survive
The writers took my tale
and convinced me it’s gone stale
and turned my lifelong feature
into comedy
in a spoof of my life
It’s just so uncool
and such a fucked up thing to do…
It’s just so uncool
and such a fucked up thing to do
I hope my sense of humor’s
ready to survive
The writers took my tale
and convinced me it’s gone stale
and turned my lifelong feature
into comedy
in a spoof of my life
Whoah-oh, whoah-oh,
It’s a spoof of my life
Whoah-oh, yeah, yeah,
It’s a spoof of my life!
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From Tornadoes to Hurricanes
From the plains of Kansas
to the everglades
where sunshine rams us
with its scorching rays
that penetrate your Midwest vibe
Frying pan behind you
into fire of the
states you drive through
Trade another stormy climate
just to get out alive
To the sea from rolling plains
from rainy wind to the windy rain
You blew the town and you stormed away
with nothing lost or gained
From tornadoes to hurricanes,
you made your way but only traded
one by land for two by sea
You traveled far away
from tornadoes to hurricanes
Headed south of nowhere
bearing just northwest of
getting somewhere that
is more appealing than
a boring Midwest life
Nothing left in question
back there where you know
everyone’s destined
to stay in the cellar,
go chase storms
or run and hide
Land-locked tight or in open sea,
Violent winds blowing violently
They’ll blow you down and far astray
and it all blows the same
From tornadoes to hurricanes,
You made your way but only traded
one by land for two by sea
you traveled far away…
Wind blows down your neck
that you can’t escape from
‘cause it’s not over yet
when the wind and rain come
Land-locked tight or in open sea,
Violent winds blowing violently
They’ll blow you down and far astray
and it all blows the same
From tornadoes to hurricanes,
you made your way but only traded
one by land for two by sea
You traveled far away
From tornadoes to hurricanes,
you made your way but only traded
one by land for two by sea
You traveled far away
From tornadoes to hurricanes,
you made your way but only traded
one by land for two by sea
You traveled far away
From tornadoes to hurricanes,
you made your way but only traded
one by land for two by sea
You traveled far away
from tornadoes to hurricanes,
from tornadoes to hurricanes
Words and music ©2022 Frank Sardella ASCAP. All rights reserved. [P] 2022 Material Worth Publishing ASCAP.
Alyssa With an E
You wanna be so free
to be who you wanna be
and you made it clear
you don’t like me
to confidentially
even think differently
and to only see
the life you lead
A one way street,
one philosophy,
one way to see
as if to believe
and she’ll give me grief
on one more thing
yeah
That’s “Alyssa” with an “E”
when she corrected it to me
“It’s ‘E-lyssa’ if you please”
she’d say, berating me
Elizabeth Louise
wasn’t who she wants to be
So Alyssa With an E
drivin’ me crazy
tonight
You refuse to eat meat
with leather on your feet
Spurs dug in your steed,
you look down on me
Your high horse rearing up
above my peasantry,
but no pleasantries
just your decrees
A two way street,
a catastrophe
Might as well be
foreign policy
As she’ll gives me grief
on one more thing
yeah
That’s “Alyssa” with an “E”
when she corrected it to me
“It’s ‘E-lyssa’ if you please”
she’d say, berating me
Elizabeth Louise
wasn’t who she wants to be
So Alyssa With an E
drivin’ me crazy
tonight
Debating with my roommate
Dukes it out like doomsday
Maybe at one time
it was entertaining
But then it really got so played
I can’t believe it to this day
A miracle we made it
without that fuckin’ “A”
That’s “Alyssa” with an “E”
when she corrected it to me
“It’s ‘E-lyssa’ if you please”
she’d say, berating me
Elizabeth Louise
wasn’t who she wants to be
So Alyssa With an E
drivin’ me crazy
“Alyssa” with an “E”
is how she corrected it to me
“It’s ‘E-lyssa’ if you please”
she’d say, berating me
Elizabeth Louise
wasn’t who she wants to be
So Alyssa With an E
drivin’ me crazy
tonight
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We Were On a Break!
If you ever knew
or had a clue
what my intentions were
when I first went out,
ahead of you,
met another who
returned my affections
without asking her to
We had said
goodbye somehow,
but just didn’t know
it’s just for now
And though we put it
back together again,
her name came up,
I took no blame
’cause we were on a break!
Make no mistake,
your accusations
are unfounded,
now back from our break
Got amnesty
from all that happened
during that space
we were on a break
We were on a break!
I tell you something…
We were on a break!
High fidelity
is what you’re telling’ me
should be policy
if a break up breaks out
instead of me
getting clemency
I’d suffer for my actions
with full penalty
And though we said
goodbye for now,
the rules still apply
to me somehow
And now we’ve put it
back together again,
her relevance,
fades from view
’cause we were on a break!
Make no mistake,
your accusations
are unfounded,
now back from our break
Got amnesty
from all that happened
during that space
we were on a break
We were on a break!
I tell you something…
We were on a break!
In the wake of our break
I headed for a neutral zone,
out on my own
And, for my actions
in that brief window
you won’t leave me alone
(It’s so unfair)
’cause we were on a break!
Make no mistake,
your accusations
are unfounded,
now back from our break
Got amnesty
from all that happened
during that space
we were on a break
We were on a break!
I tell you something…
We were on a break!
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I Hate That I Fucking Love You
La-la-la-la-love you
La-la-la-la-love you
La-la-la-la-love you
La-la-la-la-la-la-love you…
How many times did I say under my breath,
“she’s such a dick sometimes”
and has no respect?
And whenever I’d say it direct to you,
you’d laugh out loud
and say it’s correct and true
And I hate it to explain it, but I’ll say it,
can’t delay it or belate it,
so I’ll state it over and over again
I hate that I fucking love you
It pains me to hate that I love you
Now I’ve fucking told you,
sayin’ it over and over again,
I hate that I fucking love you
I fucking love you, yes, I do
Trying to get all your memories to sink
“out of sight out of mind”,
but I still see and think
Wherever your remnants
will show themselves,
it enters my mind
that it’s some kind of casted spell
that I’m under, far asunder
have to wonder if it’s a blunder
I can’t get out from under,
Can’t get over It ever again
I hate that I fucking love you
It pains me to hate that I love you
Now I’ve fucking told you,
sayin’ it over and over again…
And I’m hopeless, can’t let go of this
Didn’t you notice?
How can’t you know it’s
the way that I broke this to you
over and over again?
I hate that I fucking love you
It pains me to hate that I love you
Now I’ve fucking told you,
sayin’ it over and over again,
I hate that I fucking love you
It pains me to hate that I love you
You know I fucking told you,
sayin’ it over and over again,
I hate that I fucking love you
I fucking love you
Fucking love you
Words and music ©2022 Frank Sardella ASCAP. All rights reserved. [P] 2022 Material Worth Publishing ASCAP.
Not So Into You
Nah-nah-nah-nah-nah,
Nah-nah-nah-nah-nah,
Nah-nah-nah-nah-nah,
I’m left in suspension and
my mind just floats away
while something that you mentioned
didn’t land so well with me
So, to protect your best intentions
you explain it all away
Suggest it’s my attention deficit
Oh, Hell, you say!
What convenient explanation,
what an easy mark to make
What a simple incantation,
but, hell, for heaven’s sake,
you’re crazy!
Label me ADD when
I don’t hear a thing you’re spewing
Can’t you see that it’s not me that’s
doing what you say I’m doing?
Distracting me, disorderly, say
my attention’s not attracted,
focusing on you and you and you,
but think it through…
I’m not so into you!
Not ADD to tell the truth,
disorder-free, not into you,
(You’re) so dead to me,
labeled by you as ADD,
not into you,
I’m so not into you,
I don’t listen to you,
I don’t know what to say
Deficit of my affection seems
to you as some disease
Can’t elicit my attention so
you label as you please
But you forget to mention that
it happens all the time, that
while you vie for my attention
it’s not yours, it’s mine!
What supreme evaluation,
what a pompous thing to say
What extreme retaliation
‘cause you can’t get your way,
and blame me!
Label me ADD when
I don’t hear a thing you’re spewing
Can’t you see that it’s not me that’s
doing what you say I’m doing?
Distracting me, disorderly, say
my attention’s not attracted,
focusing on you and you and you,
but think it through…
You try to make me M-A-D
and it’s just so S-A-D
that, by your terms, how O-C-D
and P-T-S-D you turn out to be
when its me who’s not so into you…
Label me ADD when
I don’t hear a thing you’re spewing
Can’t you see that it’s not me that’s
doing what you say I’m doing?
Distracting me, disorderly, say
my attention’s not attracted,
focusing on you and you and you,
but think it through…
I’m not so into you!
Not ADD to tell the truth,
disorder-free, not into you,
(You’re) so dead to me,
labeled by you as ADD,
not into you,
I’m so not into you,
I don’t listen to you,
I don’t know what to say…
Words and music ©2022 Frank Sardella ASCAP. All rights reserved. [P] Material Worth Publishing ASCAP.
Island of Misfit Boys
I stuck my foot in my mouth not long ago
changed direction because I didn’t know,
You were thinking that my feelings weren’t so
and cast me off the mainland
My own insular archipelago,
found myself cast away below skid row,
involuntarily packed as ship’s cargo
and stamped an ass of a man
It’s not a wonder that I’d end up alone
or branded an outcast and uncondoned
but exiled to go live with “my own kind”
You don’t want to see me
You just want to freely
poise your point of view
and spew a lot of dipshit noise
Won’t defend me,
you just want to end me
Send me off to an
island of misfit boys
island of misfit boys
island of misfit boys
island of misfit boys
island of misfit boys
You overstepped your bounds and aren’t done
but I’m the one that’s bound for oblivion
Tried to make me fold like an accordion
and crush my boyish features
And here I am the cheese that stands alone,
a bombing comic without a microphone
But it’s not funny and I didn’t get the joke
that I’ve become this creature
Try to delete me from all humanity
atop your high horse of crapshoot vanity
and get me to vacate your “perfect life”
You don’t want to see me
You just want to freely
poise your point of view
and spew a lot of dipshit noise
Won’t defend me,
you just want to end me
Send me off to an
island of misfit boys
island of misfit boys
island of misfit boys
island of misfit boys
island of misfit boys
You don’t want to see me
You just want to freely
poise your point of view
and spew a lot of dipshit noise
Won’t defend me,
you just want to end me
Send me off to an
island of misfit boys
island of misfit boys
island of misfit boys
island of misfit boys
island of misfit boys
Words and music ©2022 Frank Sardella ASCAP. All rights reserved. [P] 2022 Material Worth Publishing ASCAP.
Taking Down Christmas
(not a Christmas song!)
The lights shine bright but never fade,
but just shut off the second they
experience depression we go through,
the second we bring to an end
the many days and weeks we spend
to celebrate our season, me and you
Little did I know or comprehend
we were coming to our season’s end
You don’t know how I wish I knew…
that I would freaking miss us,
like when I take down Christmas
December twenty-six crushed
my spirit as I pack it all away
Should it hurt this much
worse than taking down Christmas?
Will take me the next six months
to pack away our lifelong Holiday
that took me down
Until next Christmas comes around,
maybe by then I might rebound!
Packing boxes I consolidate
memories that I un-decorate
these festive walls that I have clung onto
Just like I wish I could suspend
a season that comes to an end
Avoid the fateful day it’s building to
How high we go only to be let down
packing in the attic safe and sound,
surprised that in just one short day…
that I would freaking miss us,
like when I take down Christmas
December twenty-six crushed
my spirit as I pack it all away
Should it hurt this much
worse than taking down Christmas?
Will take me at least six months
to pack away our lifelong Holiday
that took me down
Until next Christmas comes around,
maybe by then I might rebound!
Fa-lah, fa-fa-lah-lah-lah,
fFa-lah, fa-fa-lah-lah-lah,
Fa-lah, fa-fa-lah-lah-lah,
fa-lah-lah-lah-lah!
Fa-lah, fa-fa-lah-lah-lah,
Fa-lah, fa-fa-lah-lah-lah,
Fa-lah, fa-fa-lah-lah-lah,
fa-lah-lah-lah-lah!
And, I’ll still freaking miss us,
like when I take down Christmas
December twenty-six crushed
my spirit as I pack it all away
Should it hurt this much
worse than taking down Christmas?
Will take me at least six months
to pack away our lifelong Holiday
that took me down
Until next Christmas comes around,
maybe by then I might rebound!
Words and music ©2021 Frank Sardella ASCAP. All rights reserved. [P] 2021 Material Worth Publishing ASCAP.
Christmas Means
(Yes, this is actually a Christmas song)
Oh, I love the snow, and the lights
and the Christmas trees
Going to holiday parties
and eating as much as I please
I love shopping, and dropping in
to see so many good friends
And I pray that this holiday season
won’t come to an end
And it may seem, this is Christmas
Not exactly what it means to me…
So we’ll raise a toast
to our Christmas host
and decide to be
as good as we can be
And when we forget our vow,
Christmas comes back around
that’s what Christmas means to me
Some say Christmas is all about
Santa and his little elves
but it’s more of a time that
brings out the best in ourselves
sugar plums dancing and
reindeer are prancing around
while carols and sleigh bells
and so many holiday sounds,
make it all seem, this is Christmas
Not exactly what it means to me…
So we’ll raise a toast
to our Christmas host
and decide to be
as good as we can be
And when we forget our vow,
Christmas comes back around
that’s what Christmas means to me
Oh silent, night, oh, holy night
won’t you gather us one more time?
Christmas star shine bright
this Christmas night
inspire us to do what is right…
I will drink egg nog
and spread all of this Christmas cheer
(hey, hey, hey)
but no promises on
what I’ll do for the rest of the year,
And, when decorations and
Christmas reminders are gone,
(holiday)
soon Christmas reminds us
that it will be coming along
and from what I see, that is Christmas
it’s exactly what it means to me…
So we’ll raise a toast
to our Christmas host
and decide to be
as good as we can be
And when we forget our vow,
Christmas comes back around
that’s what Christmas means to me
when we forget our vow,
Christmas comes back around
that’s what Christmas means to me
when we forget our vow,
Christmas comes back around
that’s what Christmas means to me
that’s what Christmas means to me
Words and music ©2022 Frank Sardella ASCAP. All rights reserved. [P] 2022 Material Worth Publishing ASCAP.
Driven Unsung Champion
I rise before the radio breaks my sleep
always thinking too early while the world counts sheep
Restless, lie there I’m thinking ‘bout what to do
when my wheels hit the tarmac and
race toward you and feel this drive
Somehow knew it was not the last time we’d meet
It felt more like I’m beginning a winning streak
Maybe I was taken already per se
but I’m so taken with you
it changed my game in record time
I’ve gotten nowhere fast, come in dead last,
been told a win just can’t be done
But I will race, be your first place,
be your driven unsung champion
Driven unsung champion
I drove to a place that unbeknownst to me
I would walk in the door and then there you’d be
another familiar person would introduce
and make another acquaintance of me to you
It’s no surprise
I’ve gotten nowhere fast, come in dead last,
been told a win just can’t be done
But I will race, be your first place,
be your driven unsung champion
Driven unsung champion
Driven at the starting line
when we were introduced
I won the race at record pace,
but would I win with you?
Track record speed,
it fuels this need
to be in the lead with you…
I’ve gotten nowhere fast, come in dead last,
been told a win just can’t be done
But I will race, be your first place
be your driven unsung champion
I’ve gotten nowhere fast, come in dead last,
been told a win just can’t be done
But I will race, be your first place
be your driven unsung champion
unsung champion
driven unsung champion
Words and music ©2022 Frank Sardella ASCAP. All rights reserved. [P] 2022 Material Worth Publishing ASCAP
Your HB
You pulled up
you parked
you were driving a pick up
but when you got out
I could not get enough
Suspected you were
married with children
but never expected
in a million years
I’d be lucky enough to hear
You were ready
and waiting for me
and I became
your one and only HB
oh, honey bunny
as you started calling me
And maybe, honey,
I’ll turn out to always be
your honey bunny
for short
you call me your HB
but you’re never
short on love
for me
Got my nerve up
to spark
casual conversation
but had no doubts
about my motivation
Detected I ‘d be
a future you could build on
but never expected
in a billion years
I’d be lucky enough to hear
you were steadily
hoping for me
to become
your one and only HB
oh, honey bunny
as you started calling me
And maybe, honey,
I’ll turn out to always be
your honey bunny
for short
you call me your HB
but you’re never
short on love
for me
Happy to be
your honey bunny
You’ve no idea
the favor
you’ve done me
Call me HB,
shows that
you love me
And, I’m never
short on love…
Nothing short of HB
I’d always hoped to be
And never ever
run short
of your love
for me,
my honey bunny
oh, honey bunny
as you started calling me
And maybe, honey,
I’ll turn out to always be
your honey bunny
for short
you call me your HB
but you’re never
short on love
for me
love for me
I’m your HB
love for me
I’m your HB
Words and music ©2025 Frank Sardella ASCAP. All rights reserved. [P] 2025 Material Worth Publishing ASCAP.
It Is What It Is
I picked up a newspaper
for an interesting read
It drew me in with this headline
like those adverts in my feed
Suspends me in this mystery
“See page two for ‘Thousands Dead’”
Turned the page and found,
“In History” is actually what it said
Well, I could whine and cry about it,
but will it change a thing?
I doubt it!
Oh, it is what it is
It’s no more than hit or miss
It’s no existential story
and I never thought
that it would come to this
Not what it isn’t
but it’s sure not what it seems
Accept it is what it is
and it was always,
just how it’s gonna be!
just how it’s gonna be!
My phone lit up with comments
on the latest social stream
where everyone was tuning in
to hear her yell and scream
‘bout all of this injustice
that she’d heard but never’d seen
and how she was disgusted,
unwilling to intervene
She always whines and cries about it,
but will she change a thing?
I doubt it!
Oh, it is what it is
It’s no more than hit or miss
It’s no existential story
and I never thought
that it would come to this
Not what it isn’t
but it’s sure not what it seems
Accept it is what it is
and it was always,
just how it’s gonna
Is what it is
It’s no more than hit or miss
It’s no existential story
and I never thought
that it would come to this
Not what it isn’t
but it’s sure not what it seems
Accept it is what it is
and it was always,
just how it’s gonna be!
just how it’s gonna be!
Divining logic is
something you can’t do
from a few words
of a fortunate few
who’s luxury of
life without a clue
has got nothing
to do with you
Oh, it is what it is
It’s no more than hit or miss
It’s no existential story
and I never thought
that it would come to this
Not what it isn’t
but it’s sure not what it seems
Accept it is what it is
and it was always,
just how it’s gonna
Is what it is
It’s no more than hit or miss
It’s no existential story
and I never thought
that it would come to this
Not what it isn’t
but it’s sure not what it seems
Accept it is what it is
and it was always,
just how it’s gonna be,
just how it’s gonna be,
It is what it is and it’s always
just how it’s gonna be!
Words and music ©2024 Frank Sardella ASCAP. All rights reserved. [P] 2024 Material Worth Publishing ASCAP.
One More
Tonight I wish upon a star
eyes closed tight and there you are
If it’s a dream I hope I don’t come to
In my head it’s all but done
but am I the one and only one
who knows it well, or can you see it too?
Will it be this time,
don’t you realize, can’t you see
that up here on this brightest star,
you’re sitting next to me?
I’ve come down from this high
so many times before
So please be sure
you don’t let me endure
one more
Eyes are tired, but I can’t sleep,
praying dreams of you will keep some
hope alive that you can see them too
It’s something that I can’t ignore
Something I’ve been looking for
I know it when I see it, and I see you
Will it be this time,
don’t you realize, can’t you see
that up here on this brightest star,
you’re sitting next to me?
I’ve come down from this high
so many times before
So please be sure
you don’t let me endure
one more
Will this end up finally
that, other than me,
someone sees?
Will you look, oh will you see?
Will you know it just like me?
And, will you see in time to see it through?
Will it be this time,
don’t you realize, can’t you see
that up here on this brightest star,
you’re sitting next to me?
I’ve come down from this high
so many times before
So please be sure
you don’t let me endure
one more
Words and music ©2003 Frank Sardella ASCAP. All rights reserved. [P] 2004 Material Worth Publishing ASCAP.