Lyrics

Naked Souls

 

RocknRolla

Thought about a weekend I thought maybe it couldn’t work out. Couldn’t be the best thing when the best thing didn’t work out. Set my sights up but I barely even got off the ground. I tripped on my own two feet and never stopped laying around. So every other weekend gets thrown in the lost and found. A disembodied spirit that someone left laying around. I wish that I may that I might but I’m wishing for me not for anyone else. I don’t want a two way street I’m just looking for a way to get out.

So I turned away I threw everything left in the fire First rainy day Sold my soul like a real rocknroller

First I did a two step then a three step right out of town. Tore off all the mirrors killed the urge to turn back around. Kept my head up but I never took my eyes off the ground. And I don’t want to say I’m changed I don’t even want to make a sound.

So I turned away I threw everything left in the fire First rainy day Sold my soul like a real rocknroller

I found it on a Tuesday and by Wednesday I was alive. Spelling out forgiveness on a napkin picked up on the drive. I lift the phone up but I couldn’t even make a sound. And how am I supposed to say these words When I’m standing on shaky ground?

So I turned away I threw everything left in the fire First rainy day Sold my soul like a real rocknroller

 

My So-Called Life

I got my street cred from a crackerjack box that I found on the side of the road. Some plastic knuckles that say I am a player and I can do whatever I want. Free time there’s no line I can find that I’m gonna let stand in my way. I might be crazy but I know that I’m right even though I’m not quite sure who I am.

And if ignorance is bliss I’m free. If the silence is something to see. My heads somewhere else I’m dreaming about my so called life, that’s me.

I rock the yo-yo like I’m walking the dog. Got my socks pulled up to my knees. I’m acting crazy and I know you will look, and wonder what the hell is in me. It’s fine I don’t mind that’s alright I got time enough to do what I please. I just keep walking to the beat of my drum never mind anything that I see.

I am the leader of my own secret world got my finger on the trigger of peace. You’ll get infected and the things that don’t matter won’t ever cause you anymore grief. You’ll fly in your mind smiling wider than any butchers dog that you’ve seen. It might seem dirty that you’re wearing no pants but it’s the only way you’ll ever get clean.

Don’t Even Try

Sometimes we’re made out of this All the right parts but no fit Nothing but pain and adulation spreading through this nation of misfits

Sometimes we don’t make a sound We smoke while there’s no one around Too much looking over shoulders waiting for the silence to end

We’re all dependent but we ain’t got no problems everything’s like a movie Just living up to all the hype that we follow can fill your day up and  somehow we don’t even try

Sometimes we’re made out of stone Sometimes we crack in the cold There’s no gauging all our defects measuring the pros and the cons. We’re  stumped at the very first twist we move on to something we miss drawn to the comfort of the moments when everything made so much sense

We don’t have the time to commit Exploring a self serving trip Numb to the river over flowing every channel focused on it We pray everything is  okay. We group think our bumper display Like it matters to an orphan 2,000 miles away.

Naked Souls

The seconds of talk and the hours between the dream of a life that’s just out of your reach. Give up your time don’t give up your head. Don’t give  into thinking you’re already dead

The TV sells but it’s not worth the time. You don’t need a brain to make up your mind. The same colored walls the same dirty sky. This is a place  inspiration could die.

Our naked souls are better off without the flesh Playing our hearts against our heads We’re all looking for something to believe in. More than just a feeling a reason we can say our lives have got some meaning. More than just a living more than just a way to get by.

I don’t know, the answers not plain on my face. I give it a look to make sure nothing’s changed. The struggle without is the struggle within. Looking for meaning and where to begin.

Hanging On

You believe what you want if what you see ain’t what you thought you thought you wanted to be. Another peace another plot another dream  another shot at making something real. You can call it a tragedy if you want. I believe I found the key to unlock this door and set you free if you  can just walk in.

Just keep hanging on and playing along hoping you can do it again. You could figure it out or cry and pout waiting for the summer to end. It’s a  brand new day find a reason to play. Anyone, any one will do.

Once in a while you see a smile that makes you laugh and cry out loud just like when you were a kid A million colors of youth to dream about just  shut your eyes and let the magic begin Cause when you loose it it’s gone just locked away and buried down a little harder to feel. In a while might be too late another tick don’t hesitate or you could miss something real

Just keep hanging on and playing along hoping you can do it again. You could figure it out or cry and pout waiting for the summer to end. It’s a  brand new day find a reason to play. Any one, any one will do.

A fire in the sky a feeling of flight chasing with your friends through the woods at night. Crazy proposition straight out of time driving to the “O”  never questioning why A feeling, a feeling that’s so sure everything you’re doing is right. A feeling, a feeling that’s so sure everything you’re doing is right, yeah, yeah, yeah!

My Plastic Lover

Written for a demented Valentine’s Day Songwriter Night with Todd Burge. I don’t have a blow up doll. I swear!!! No, really!

I met you on Tuesday, the mail man’s stairing eyes. I took you in quickly and breathed you full of life and introduced myself as a rich man. Looking for some time. Pulling you close and then pulling down the blinds.

The 2 am salesman said I couldn’t pass. He said you were easy, he pulled your panties down right there on the TV it was true love right before my eyes Picked up the phone and the next thing I know you were mine.

A little honey around your lips. I pull your body just like this. Pumped to the perfect psi. My god I’m gonna die My god I’m gonna die.

I’d give you a cigarette but I don’t want you to die. The same with the roses, wanna keep you just the way you are and shower you with sweet love every night clean you off and then put you out of sight.

Gone

Wrapped on the knuckles once or twice. Made a man out of spite. And these feelings I wish they were gone gone gone…gone.

What’s the price for being right? Who’s gonna pay for it tonight. I been bleeding for way too long. And these feeling They’re all wrong wrong wrong and I wish they were gone.

It’s enough for you to make it but not enough to take it when there’s nothing left to be won. Kicking and screaming inside without blinking how’d you ever learn to survive?

Please don’t try to steer me right and don’t push my dreams out of sight. Cause I’m feeling so wrong wrong wrong and I wish it was gone.

Wrapped on the knuckles once or twice. Made a man but out of spite. And these feelings I wish they were gone gone gone…gone.

It Might Work Out

It might work out. It might just be the worst of doubts. Creeping in my head again I can’t give in. Or hesitate and fall back in. So I make my rounds.  Going place to place in town. Saying hi and how have you been since yesterday. Alive and kicking but not as high.

I feel so lonely and fed up with the empty goodbyes. The single serving, wrapped up in a half-hearted smile. And I never thought I’d have to go so far to be jaded. Looking at the world and feeling so out dated, yeah. Another day another compromise. Standing on the corner wondering what to do tonight.

I want to shout. I want to tell the world right out. But then again I might as well just hold it in. Cause no one’s listening and no one cares. The just walk on by. Never look you in the eye. It’s easier to stare away than try to say something that might save my day.

It might work out. It might just be the worst of doubts. Creeping in my head again I can’t give in. Or hesitate and fall back in.

Oh No

Late again for the weekly reunion All my friends are out back getting high It never ends I never catch up What a shame I felt like getting high

Wish I could be there Wish I could be on time Oh no, not again

The clock is fine I wish it could be fastAnother line appears before my eyes I wanna cross I wanna be there Not this time not this time

Late again for the weekly reunion All my friends are out back getting high It never ends I never catch up What a shame I felt like getting high

 

It’s Not The End

Some people never change but me I’m not the same. Yesterday was a heart ache. But today is a burning flame. Everything’s upside down my head is spinning around and baby that’s okay.

I feel like a fossil I’m starting to hate the rain. My heart’s beating faster from ordinary things. I could walk inside and hold my head up high. Maybe you can see me like that and tell me where I was at and tell me what was my name.

It’s not the end it’s the end of the end. It’s not the end it’s the end. This is the place that I want to begin. It’s not the end it’s the end….of the end.

Empty blackboard the chalk’s not far away. All the words I lost are rearranged. And they come back to me spelling out your name. Everything’s upside down my head is spinning around and baby that’s okay.

Can’t help it…

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