...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.

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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

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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...

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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.

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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.

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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.

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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

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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…

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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

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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.

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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.

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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.

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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.

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