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Another Sunny Sunday
03:50
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Another Sunny Sunday
I drop the kids at school
And I spin the wheel around
Think about how things used to be
In this wheel spinnin’ town
If I knew any better
It would have to be my best
But I’ve been to the peak
And it took only a step to get (there)
This tiny sip won’t float my ship, but that’s okay
I’m just being blue on another sunny Sunday
I woke up slow last evening
And been in a funk ever since
Just thinking about myself
And that’s as funky as thoughts get
So if I seem messed
It is because of this mess
I won’t blame any names
But it rhymes with mine I guess
This ship sailed so far away, but that’s okay
Cause I’m just being blue on some sunny Sunday
Nothing ever changes
Nothing stays the same
My phone it just keeps ringin
But the caller can’t pronounce my name
I could use a pillow
A place to lay my tired head
Or use it as a tool
To stop the caller’s breath instead
I could buy this farm with nothing down, but not today
Cause I’m just seeing red on some sunny Sunday
So if I just take this time
And let the moment pass
I’ll see another clearing
Or I’ll hear another storm
I’ll know another morning
And another star filled night
I’ll weather some more brain storms
And kiss some more good friends goodbye
But there’ll be another baby
Cry while being born
And I’ll see my children learn
A lifetime maybe more
And I’ll see my boat come back to town
Ain’t it great the world is round?
Ain’t it great the world is round?
Ain’t it great the world is round?
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My Lost and Found
03:47
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My Lost and Found
In my lost and found you'll find
All my old bags
You can find them at the front desk
Or underneath my tired eyes
You can pick em up or toss them
To me, It makes no never mind
In my lost and found you'll find
Tinker toys and lincoln logs
Stage lights and guitars
And some machine that spits out fog
It clouded up my head
So I rolled over and played some Dead
Now I'm a friend of the devil
Drinkin' me a shot of Ripple
I've got three reasons why I need to call this whole thing quits
But the first one won't hold water
And the other two never stick
In my lost and found you’ll find
The drugs my doc prescribed
Impossible to refill
Impossible to pop
A “pull away from life” pill
Something I had to stop
In my lost and found you’ll find
All my vinyl records
Cassettes and eight track tapes
33s and singles
I’ll keep the Charlie Rich, the Pixies and the Dicks
The Eagles I leave to you
Just don’t play them for the Dude
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Baby Ray
03:41
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Baby Ray
© 2008 Bunj Jam BMI
Was it in the spring or early last summer
When I ran into Baby Ray
We were trying to remember those good old days
That left us so old and in the way
He said, I’m like an old shirt that you can barely wear
But you squeeze your fat gut in it anyway
Seems I threw my diploma instead of my cap
And blew what the future had in store for me, hey
Baby Baby Ray, I think I miss your laughing face
And the good old days
Us living in a drunken haze
And if I could remember
Everything about those days
I’m sure I’d stop saying
I miss my days with Baby Ray
Did we once have time, a whole lot of time?
I can’t remember cause I was barely in it.
Now we’re out of time, never enough time
I know it cause I’m living every minute
Now Baby Ray and me seem to have some enemies
I feel certain that I’ve never met
I’m not good at names and I’m not good at faces
When it comes to my days with baby baby…
Baby Baby Ray, I think I miss your laughing face
And the good old days
us living in some smoky haze
And if I could remember
Everything about those days
I’m sure I’d stop saying
I miss my days with Baby Ray
Now did we go to school at all that fall
What school? which fall? what a ball
Or did we go on a long spring break
That too soon became so broken
I wish I had a token or some type of souvenir
To help show me why I smile from ear to ear
There probably are a couple laying round here
Stinking like a stale can of beer
Baby Baby Ray, I think I miss your laughing face
And the good old days
us living in a purple haze
And if I could remember
Everything about those days
I’m sure I’d stop saying
I miss my days with Baby Ray
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4. |
Fearing The Reaper
03:44
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Fearing the Reaper
I could kick this bucket if it weren’t for my two bad knees
They keep me from going to the places I wish to be
Spent most my youth jumping up and fallin’ down
All that tear and wear has me still for now
I could kick this bucket if it weren’t for my two knees
This farm is not bought but it maybe bout ready to sell
And while I’m not sure what I believe, here it goes, oh, what the hell
Good God would you go and burn me?
Heaven knows you’re the only one who can save me
This farms not bought but it maybe bout ready to sell
That singin’ lady seems to be taking on a bit of extra weight
With a buffet load of saturated fat stacked on her plate
I need to shake my lazy feeling, so cruddy
Maybe become her new work out buddy
That singin’ lady seems to be taking on a bit of extra weight
There’s an invisible choir and they sound like angels with wings
I’m hoping they don’t like my voice cuz I don’t dig the songs they sing
My taxes are paid, my daisies planted
The reports of my life, greatly exaggerated
There’s an invisible choir singing like angles with wings
There’s a season to plant and a time to pull the weeds
There’s a season to get up and dance the Tyburn Jig
My innocence is lost and the sawdust is tossed
Now all that’s left to know is how to bow and do-se-do
There’s a season to plant and a time to pull the weeds
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I Believe This I Believe
There’s a path we all take but it splits at some point
Some know where it goes but others they just don’t
Some choose to walk on blind while others choose to see
I believe this I believe
Some will grab for the hand of the man they say they know
As they walk with him towards some light that they have never known
I’m not sure I know him, but the thought of him is sweet
I believe, yes I believe
There’s a church in the valley and it sits on a river road
By an old house with a widow walk a new family calls it home
With a 2000 year old faith and they found it on their knees
They believe, yes they believe
Years ago I lost my way and I looked for my home
I went back but all I knew had changed or was long gone
I hoped like hell that heaven would come shining down on me
Could I believe? Could I believe?
But I never felt a hand never found a promise land
Never had a revelation bringing instant salvation
But I took the time to know the now took some time to breathe
Got to know the “me, myself and the I “of my dreams
Now I believe, now I believe
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Do You Know Which Way My World Goes Round?
I feel like I’m moving forward
And my mind seems sound
Do You Know Which Way My World Goes Round?
I feel I’m going fast
But I’m not making any ground
Do You Know Which Way My World Goes Round?
I tried a search engine but that turned out bad
As my eyes were buggin’ out from all the pop up ads
Do You Know Which Way My World Goes Round?
One step forward and a half step back
Do You Know Which Way My World Goes Round?
Would be an improvement if you can see where I’m at
Do You Know Which Way My World Goes Round?
Now look at me regress from all this desperation
Just ended that line with a damned preposition
Do You Know Which Way My World Goes Round?
She yanked my cranky
Then she left me with this monkey
Ooo ooo ooo ooo ooo ooo
She wiped my nose
Then she took off and runny
Ooo ooooooooooooooooo
If I could grow up
I know how I’d act
I’d spend my grown up time
Trying to find my way back
Do You Know Which Way My World Goes Round?
Do You Know Which Way My World Goes Round?
So shoot me up into outer space
So I can see which way my world goes round
Let Major Tom check out my outa site face
Ooo ooooooooooooooooo
Tell my wife and kids I miss em and I hope to phone at dawn
If I can tell which side of Earth the burnin’ sun is on
I hope to see which way my world goes round
I hope to see which way my world goes round
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She Looks Up To Me (Because She Has To)
She looks up to me because she has to
It’s simple so I’ll tell it to you simply (G7?)
A sun has come and burned my shade away from blue
Because, she looks up to me because she has to
Now she’s a bit weak in the knees
And my brain is big and her brain so tiny
She’d never say, but I’ll bet she thinks of me as Big Daddy, it’s true
She looks up to me because she has to
I tower over her in many ways
I’m the man of this house there’s just no doubt
I carry her weight and put her in her place
Then look down on her and smile in her face (Em decend)
Now she’s telling me she needs a change
She’s screamin’ and cryin’ like a little baby
When you’re twelve weeks old, you communicate that way, it’s true
She looks up to me because she has to
She looks up to me because she has to
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8. |
Not My Time To Go
03:16
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Not My Time To Go
Once had an itch and had it bad
Right in the middle of my never coming back
an itch so hard to reach
Until I knew that I would have
To depend on you
To see me through
So many times I’ve felt this
was a scene that I should blow
But now I know it’s not my time to go
Some days I need to be alone
Other days I need to be secluded
Many times when I’m in the mood for this solitude
You say you need to be included
We’ve learned to work this all out
Cold beer, warm wine, recline on the couch
So many times I’ve felt this was
a scene that I should blow
But not I know it’s not my time to go
Used to be when we’d get to feeling good
I always felt like I should
Put some dumb line in yet another dumb tune
About a packed gunny sack
And say hey babe we’re okay
But if I stay
We won’t stay this way
So many times I’ve felt this was
a scene that I should blow
But not I know it’s not my time to go
Now I’ve got two kids up on my back
And they became the weight of my world
And I’ve been throwing my weight around
Just heavy enough to keep me settled down
Early to bed
Workin’ hard and keeping a clear head
So many times I’ve felt this was
a scene that I should blow
But not I know it’s not my time to go
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9. |
Eloise
03:53
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Eloise
Eloise
I wrote this song for you
It’s safe to tell you now
How much we miss you
Eloise
We all looked up to you
But with your head above the clouds
I guess we didn’t really see you, did we
Eloise
Eloise
The family’s pointing fingers
The hurting now hits the surface
Once buried in daily routine
Eloise
When did you get so lonely?
And feel like there was only one way out for
Eloise
Eloise
No epitaph in the grass
Etched in stone amongst the green
Could put you in a nutshell
Eloise
Your obit could not show
Even a little bit of your kind soul
Born out of love and named
Eloise
Now I’ll just see your smile
Crowding out the sorrow
From this day and on til tomorrow
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Move on to Another Song
There’s a pound of processed lunch meat
Calling out my name
Come over here, let me call you dear
Let’s clog up another vein
That news man is looking old
But he sounds the same as he did
While telling all those stories I barely understood
When I was just a kid
Just a kid a couple days ago or so it seems
Did I learn all I needed back when I was so green?
Move on, to another song
This sad song is way too long
On, move on to another song
This sad tune has gone on too long
20 years ago or so, I was screaming like a man
A mad man in a little boy’s mind you understand
We had a punk band in the basement
Not one of us was paying rent
But we know how to solve the world’s problems
By being so angry and discontent
Just a kid a couple days ago or so
Seem I threw every fit I needed to throw
Chorus
So I’ll start up in the attic
And I’ll work my way on down
Each room has a ton of clutter
From so many years of throwing down
But if I open every box
I’ll need another life
So I might just take a torch
And burn the whole thing down tonight
Hey didn’t I just meet you, yeah you that’s right
Will you be my new friend and hand me a light?
chorus
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11. |
Someday
04:04
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Someday
I look to the sky
And wait like a dog
On the wrong side of the door
The hours go by and as my eyes sink
I think, what all this waiting is for
Someday you’ll return to me, Someday
There’s a love that I have
For the sky and the earth
For the best and the worst of this world
The high and the low
The debts that we tow
Will be all hauled away
When we go
And someday I’ll return to you someday
So I wait in this line
That is old in the front
And begins fresh and new at the end
I’ll wait in the sun
I’ll wait in the rain
Cause I’ve heard that this band
When heard live is so great
And someday you’ll return to me, someday
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12. |
Our New Day
03:11
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Our New Day 3-29-2007
Our world once was young
Then one day became middle aged
It once was cool to be so hot
But now it’s a passé burning rage
Now the big ice melts to the river
The river takes out a town
Where one day they built memories
Now the river tears it down
Our new day is at the table
And it’s as hungry as a bear
Don’t leave it waiting all damn night
Or it may eat you in your chair
I took a look in your little boy’s eye--------
I saw my little boy’s heart
I saw the blood of a new world flowing
Clean and pure and golden
I saw colors in a pot
Got the rainbow blending true
And I heard you sounding just like me
And I was singing just like you
If I could crawl outside
My head my head
Leave these solo thoughts behind
And think of us instead
Our new day is at the table
And it’s as hungry as a bear
Don’t leave it waiting all damn night
Or it may eat you and (in) your chair
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Buffalo Skinned By All The Kings Men
Wide eyed and naïve
A young father and afraid
Didn’t have much education
But I needed to get paid
They marched into my high school
Smooth talking and clean shaved
Said your problems will all mend
When you join in with all the King’s men
Well I saw it on TV
The towers they did fall
I saw that bloody baby
And the terror of it all
I couldn’t help but wonder
How can I help make this all end
Maybe I should give in
You know, go join in with
All the Kings men
While I was in that boot camp
I learned a good trade
Mom said I was just a baby
Barely old enough to shave
But they whipped me into shape
Taught me how to behave
My problems seemed to mend
When I joined in
With all the King’s men
So we saddled up our horses
And galloped to that foreign land
They all saw us coming
But still didn’t have a chance
Their house of cards did crumble
By our mighty wind
They were shocked by the awe
Of all the King’s men
Okay all you evil doers
We could not find your leader
What can we really say?
He’s a real hide and seeker
So we galloped to the West
To find his best friend
Because the King has called us all
And we’re all the King’s men
So we fired our cannons
Until the barrels melted down
We killed women and children
Turned that country upside down
They said he’d made some big bombs
But not one could be found
And we did find that so called best friend
Living in a hole in the ground
Now they say it should be over
But us King’s men still stick around
Seems some locals don’t like to live with
The likes of us around
And the last thing I remember
Is that mighty awful sound
As I let my horse take a dump
In the center of another people’s town
Now I lay here in Bethesda
Only half a man
I hear my mother crying
As she holds my only hand
I lost a leg and both my eyes
In that awful blow
And my mind is stuck here seeing
The last site I’ll ever know
Now my mom still calls me baby
And my Dad just calls me son
You can call me anything you want
Except the forgotten one
All this blood and dyin’
Has got my spirit broken
And all the King’s horses and men
Will never put that back together again
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Todd Burge Parkersburg
If it’s been discovered by man, West Virginia’s Todd Burge has written about it. A born ponderer and observer of life, each of his songs tells a story. Whether drawn from personal experience or a tale of poetically woven fiction, you’ll live every second of it through his songs. ... more
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