...Lazyeye - Lyrics

ALL SOULS DAY By RBW © 2002 Won’t you come on down Take a walk in the fresh tilled ground Where we all fall down Won’t you look my way Standing in the upturned clay On all souls day. CHORUS: We whisper above all of the noise Let our sorrows carve a little room for our joys. Hey hey hey – on All Souls Day...(2x) Praying for a sign Paying for another man’s crime Trying to make the reasons rhyme Bitter fare thee well Breaking free from life’s shell Gonna fly high where you fell... CHORUS BRIDGE The more that we love And the more that we live The more we’ve got to lose The more we’ve got to give... CHORUS YOU LOOK GOOD IN THE RAIN By Robert Burke Warren © 2001 You look good in the rain (2x) Beneath the cryin clouds You’re gonna make me proud You look good in the rain. You look good in the waves (2x) Fight against the tide, I’ll be by your side You look good in the waves. CHORUS: The tracks of your tears, the burdens that you bear The lines around your eyes – there ain’t no need to disguise You look good in the rain. You look good when you sweat (2x) Giving off steam Melting like ice cream You look good when you sweat. You look good when you drink (2x) Chase a whiskey kiss With beer from my lips You look good when you drink. CHORUS Rain on the just, falling on us. back to top BUILD BETTER WINGS By RBW © 2002 Hey hey Icarus – I see you fly the middle way Hey hey Icarus – it doesn’t have to be that way Take this wood and wire, glue dripping from the seams Take your dark desire and your wildest dreams... CHORUS: We’re gonna build better wings, build better wings Fly to the sky just as high as we please Over the waves of the angry sea. Hey hey Icarus – burned by the sun’s hot glow Hey hey Icarus – sucked down in the undertow Ashes in the rain, feathers in the creeping tide And the wind is howling again, but lets go for a ride. CHORUS BRIDGE: The view from the deadly highs The depths of the lows We’ll make it back from the dizzy heights And up from the darkness below. CHORUS back to top JUNKMAN by Robert Burke Warren & Josh Roy Brown © 1999 Steve McCullum’s got a wallet-shaped gun Coca Cola freezer covered in coal black dust Tooling down Peachtree in his ramblin’ wreck Stinkin of kerosene and oil and rust. CHORUS: I’m goin’ down, I’m goin’ down To the Junkman over in Cabbagetown I’m goin’ down I’m goin’ down To the Junkman, the Junkman, the Junkman. Steve McCullum’s got a tar paper house Got a painted bomb from WWII Woodstove burnin up stacks of Time magazine Sandpaper handshake covered in superglue. CHORUS BRIDGE: Iola, laying in a clean white bed I gotta help you remember When we ran like wild dogs Around your legs I gotta help you recall Recall it all... Iola sends me out for sweet milk and snuff A big ol soupbone and some coffee grounds Waiting for Steve to come in his two-toned heap Show us all the trash and the treasure that he’s found. CHORUS BRIDGE I got a Buffalo nickel and a Mercury dime A wheat-back penny and a Liberty Lady... back to top GOD THINKS THE WORLD OF ME By Robert Burke warren and Josh Roy Brown © 2002 God thinks the world of me That must be why he sent you Brave like a bird you folded your wings Dove into my blues You know the deep water makes everything dark You’re helping me to make my peace You sacrifice flight to hold to me tight A thousand times thank you a thousand times please God thinks the world of me I’ve got my burdens for proof I tried to carry them all piled so high ‘Till I couldn’t move. You were the secret strength I chose to keep Lifting me up from my knees Let me say now while I’m strong and I’m proud A thousand times thank you a thousand times please. A thousand times please God thinks the world of me Embarrassing me with my wealth Rich in everything that I can’t count Or keep on a shelf. Moments that come like the waves to the shore Then drift into sweet memory Let me say now before this tide rolls out A thousand times thank you a thousand times please A thousand times please. God thinks the world of me That must be why he sent you. back to top TOBACCO SUNRISE By Robert Burke Warren © 2001 Pull off here we can listen to the coming day Hear that blacktop hiss Not a single word to say Just taste the truckstop soda pop in my kiss CHORUS: Tobacco sunrise on a whiskey river I got a girl with big eyes from Carolina Tobacco sunrise, heading southbound with her Riding, riding, riding on the delta waves. Roadside shrine – cry like the mourning doves Drip like the dew on the kudzu leaves Sweet Cheerwine The dope I know you love Yes ma’am, no ma’am, much obliged, please. CHORUS One more sip then we’re on our sleepy way Dawn bleeds cross the sky One more song from back in our stupid days Gulty pleasure smile and an innocent cry. CHORUS back to top FACTORY BOY By RBW © 1998 Factory Boy, Factory Boy. Stretching canvas for Andy, fetching coffee for the superstars Running projectors ‘till the sun came up, painting silver on the polished floor. I met Keith in a subway station, Jean Michel in a garbage bin Lady Morphine from a junkie sculptor, up for six days straight on methedrine. I came from Hicksville, Long Island, got myself kicked out of SVA Spending money that my parents sent, disco dancing the night away. One night at Studio 54, a friend of Andy’s took me ‘neath his wing And when he got me behind sacred walls, I was prepared to do anything. Factory Boy, Factory Boy. Days and nights on Union Square painting screen after screen after screen The smell of potpourri was in the air - Andy always liked it nice and clean. But a girl I met at CBGB who gave me speed and smack and so much more Came to the Factory and she made a scene and I was kicked right out those silver doors. I ended up in Arizona when my good looks they began to fade Came to Tucson just to get myself clean became a carpenter and I just stayed. But every now and then a flash of silver or the sweet smell of dries rose leaves And I see a leather boot before me - working for Andy on my hands and knees. Factory Boy, Factory Boy. back to top SUDDEN STRANGERS by Robert Burke Warren © 1999 I see you - flourescent flash Moment of weakness I see you - behind your mask, in the dregs of your wine glass... CHORUS: We’re sudden strangers Whoa When the truth gets told to me Yeah we’re strangers suddenly Accidental honesty. Just a fool to think I could read The language of your face Just a fool - there’s always a beast in the corner of the maze. CHORUS You see me - singing a song Nothing surprising You see me - but do you see beyond what I’m advertising? CHORUS back to top MY DEAR FRIEND By RBW © 2003 I’m gonna have to cut this short To answer the call of a child It’s painfully clear from your sneer You don’t approve of my new lifestyle. Gonna have to cut you off You can’t have another one on me It’s all about you, what you’re entitled to Making me cry poverty… CHORUS I can’t afford you anymore My dear friend You cost way too much Than a man with ties can spend This is how it ends… Gonna have to make this turn And let you take the fast highway I’ll travel with my precious load on a gravel road And gladly sweep your dust away… Gonna have to not explain The what the where the when and why I gotta let you fall, not return your call Unless it’s just to say goodbye… CHORUS Gonna have to cut this short… back to top GOLDEN CHAINS By RBW © 2002 You can feast when you are full You can sleep when you don’t need rest But when you see the man in poverty You do not feel blessed – you do not feel blessed You can choose the safest path But you want the view from the ledge And you see the man you want to be Walk the razor’s edge – walk the razor’s edge.... CHORUS: You want to break these golden chains (2x) You pray for the strength you had When you had nothing at all. You can drink when you’re not dry But it feels like a blessed curse The water from a deeper well Is what will quench your thirst – what will quench your thirst... CHORUS BRIDGE: They won’t let you fly, won’t let you fall Won’t let you do anything but crawl. You can dress in rotten rags Sing those gypsy songs And you’re welcome for your drink and smoke But you’ll never belong, you’ll never belong. CHORUS back to top MASK REVEALS by Robert Burke warren © ‘00 Sitting on to of the granite rock in the early Sunday dawn Box breakfast in a cardboard box brown liquor in my yawn Rest my aching doggies take my penny loafers off Down below I see the glow of a burning cross. CHORUS And I’m sleepless, speechless On my knees in the last pew Looking straight at you Looking straight at you Your seersucker suit reeks of creosote and carbon And the mask reveals the man The mask reveals the man. The lamps are lit the night is thick Ripe as a peach bruise I’m dozing on the sleeping porch Cicadas sing the blues The good ol boys blow off steam Down old Jeff Davis street The voice of a familiar face Black heart in a white sheet. CHORUS The AM dial beams me cross this Blue Ridge Mountain Range But the past is so much closer and strangers far less strange I find I am the last to know this smoldering secret This is a gift I do not want and I refuse to keep it. CHORUS The mask reveals what the smile conceals. back to top VERTIGO BLUES By RBW © 2003 Vertigo, Vertigo Blues This love took me so high I don't like what I see - inside and outside me I can see so far I see goodbye. Vertigo, Vertigo Blues Afraid just to look down So I sabotage my flight, betrayal lies and spite Race my lover's tears down to the ground. Vertigo, Vertigo Blues I wanna beat fate to the punch Don't want to deserve what this love is worth So instead of falling I will jump. Vertigo, Vertigo Blues This love took me so high I don't like what I see - inside and outside me I can see so far I see goodbye. back to top STEPAWAY by Robert Burke Warren & Josh Roy Brown © 1999 The colors that run through broad strokes and fine That blue is yours, this red is mine The canvas is stretched in the half-light of faith The vanishing point Is where the truth waits. CHORUS: Step away, step away... In distance and years, intentions appear Mistakes fall in to place... Step away The layers go deep as we move to the edge Mix in the grey like fine silver thread The harsh light of fate, the cool shade we chose Can’t make out the shape until our eyes are half-closed. CHORUS The colors that run through broad strokes and fine That red is yours, this blue is mine CHORUS In distance and years, intentions appear. back to top VINTAGE VALENTINE By Robert Burke Warren ©2001/2003 Swagger to me You’re coming back from the battlefield I’m gonna lick your wounds ‘Till that’s all you feel I’m a vintage valentine, got creases and coffee stains Half empty bottle of wine - half full glass of champagne. CHORUS: It’s all right, it’s all right Eyes on the horizon It’s all right, it’s all right We’re chasing the fade… Stagger to me Salt stains burning up your leather My radar tells me You got heavy weather Read you like an open book but please don’t tell me the end Who’s your daddy, your mother, soul brother, lover and friend? CHORUS Dagger in me When you tune your voice real low Hate it when you leave But I love to watch you go. Come with me on a double date with destiny and fickle fate Mystery dance on a mystery train - I'll call you by your middle name. back to top