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released June 13, 2015

All songs are written and recorded by Ian Patrick Gentles (ASCAP)

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Track Name: Rubber
My buddy’s mother has a thing for rubbers.
She likes to pass them out to all of his friends,
and make them promise her that someday when
they’re with a lover, female or other,
excepting farm-animals, cats or dogs,
or dirty, over-coated men.
No matter who you are, no matter what you want.
When you’re spending your time with a woman,
you better make up your mind she’ll never become
another teenage mom, or what’s even worse,
another lonely statistic number
dying of a disease, so keep your rubbers
where they’ll be seen.
His baby brother, he has a thing for rubbers.
He likes to blow them up like balloons,
and then use them as floats in the swimming-pool.
Someday he’ll grow up. His mother showed him
the proper use, but he got confused
and said that’s a helluva’ place to stick a balloon.
No matter where you were or who you think you are,
you better gain a respect for your rubbers,
because they might save your life like no other
small, plastic bag will do. They come in scented, lubed,
or even glow-in-the-dark for all you perverts
who take it all as a joke dealing with rubbers.
How ‘bout you?
***
Buckle up, we’re going for a ride.
‘Condom World’ is having a sale tonight.
‘Remember in the old days we just kept it inside?
But now I’m wearing a smile and a rubber.
It may have been quite a while, but it’s worth it.
And when I’m spending my time with a woman,
I can enjoy my night without a worry.
I got a rubber because I love her,
now all I gotta’ do is learn the right way to put it on.
Track Name: To Tennessee
‘Top off a tank full of diesel fuel,
crank up the tunes, and off I cruise,
haulin’ twenty tons with no time to lose.
A’ thousand miles to drop the load and move.
Then it’s home, here I come.
Every second I’m away is way too long,
because everywhere I go
reminds me of sweet, Tennessee
with its painted scenes and its beauty queens.
Everything I see
reminds me that all roads will lead
to the fresh fields of Tennessee.
Truck-stops and gift-shops, cops and booze,
cheap women too, they know my route, oohoo…
To the tourists only passing through,
I may seem rude, but have a job to do, oohoo…
So I’ll claim my piece of highway,
put the big-rig in gear, and pass them smiling,
because everyone I see
reminds me of my family
waiting patiently in Tennessee.
Everyone I meet
begs to hitch a ride for free
and head with me to Tennessee.
***
And it’s where I go to find my peace,
to the crown jewel of the great southeast.
Because everywhere I go
reminds me of sweet, Tennessee
with its history and its beauty queens.
Everyone I meet
says they’ve always dreamed of being
in the painted scenes of Tennessee
with the fresh fields and beauty queens,
so hitch a ride with me to Tennessee.
Track Name: Seasonal Depression
I can hear the faint
screams of distant May,
but winter’s in its way.
I guess I’ll have to wait
for the day Earth rotates that way.
I’m hiding under mountains of covers, ‘cause I can not face
the bleak tundra outside where love-birds have fled south to be safe.
Wake me up when colors kill the grey-grey-grey-grey.
‘Praise the sun when summer fills this space-space-space.
It’s the season that I most dislike.
I get sad, sick, and tired,
but it only lasts for a short time.
So don’t worry, I’ll be fine.
I can smell the cold
coming from our clothes,
and taste the virgin snow
on my runny nose.
I have frozen fingers and toes. Oh, no!
The burning sun setting early makes me miss the light.
I’m worthy of bright mornings. I’ve no use for long nights.
Where’s the blossoms, and the birds of spring-spring-spring-spring?
They’re just looking for a song to sing-sing-sing.
There’s a pattern here I recognize
come the fall when things start dying,
and the laughter that I had inside
becomes soft, and then goes silent.
It’s the season that I most dislike.
I get sad, sick, and tired,
but it only lasts for a short time.
So don’t worry, I’ll be fine.
Track Name: Seems So Real
When I was a young one, and made life’s silly plans,
I’d rely on someone to bail me out of my jams.
Some things you don’t miss ‘til they’re gone,
‘cause sometimes you’re too young.
She’s the only one I had. I’d call her up, and she’d get mad
and she’d say, “not again,” and I’d pray:
Auntie Emmy, save me. Ooh, I got myself into a problem.
Then Aunt Em would say to me, “girl, grow up and act like a woman.
You’re getting too old for this scene.”
So I’d yell and I’d scream and I’d beg her to please just believe me.
It feels
like it’s more than a dream. All my friends were with me as alter-egos.
It was real. Yes, it all seemed so real.
Auntie Emmy, save me. Ooh, I got myself into a problem.
Then Aunt Em would say to me, “girl, grow up and act like a woman.
Check in with reality.”
But the yellow brick road was paved over and painted a dull
shade of red.
And ‘the guild’ looked so old. All those sweets took their toll, ‘cause their teeth fell
from their heads. And the good witch was dead.
Some claim that I crave daddy’s love, and some say I’m just nuts.
Now I’m the only one I’ve got. O-oho, it may not seem like a lot,
but it’s more than I’d hoped for at this point…
Auntie Emmy, save me. Ooh, I got myself into a problem.
Then Aunt Em would say to me, “girl, grow up and act like a woman.
We’re both too old for these games.
Then I’d run and I’d hide and I’d cry and ask why are the visions
that I see
only seen as a lie? Yet I go back each night and revisit
what’s perceived only as a dream.
‘Cause it all seems so real. Yes, it all seems so real.
Track Name: Somewhere You're Smiling
Our last week together wasn’t good.
I’d blame it on the weather if I could,
but I know better.
I barely recognized you when I came.
The sickness had disguised you. What a shame.
You succumbed to the pain,
and random fits of rage.
But now, I know that somewhere you’re smiling.
And ah-ha, I know that somewhere you’re smiling
down on all of us.
You’re smiling down on all of us.
I woke you in the morning to say goodbye.
I ignored every warning, and denied
that that hug was our last,
and swore that I’d be back.
But ooh-hoo, I know that somewhere you’re smiling.
And oh-ho.
(It’s hard to think about, and it’s hard to sing about.)
I’m sure that somewhere you’re smiling
down on all of us.
You’re smiling down on all of us.
And oh, when friends are falling, what do you say?
What can you do to console them
after all that they’ve given to make your days
after they’re gone worth living?
And ooh-hoo,
(It’s hard to think about, and it’s hard to sing about.)
I know that somewhere you’re smiling.
And oh-ho,
(It’s hard to deal with it, and it’s hard to heal from it.)
I know that somewhere you’re smiling
down on all of us.
You’re looking down on everyone,
and shining light on everything
by smiling down on all of us.
Track Name: Life On The Road
Life on the road.., I'm not at home unless I'm behind the wheel.
'Drivin' alone.., the further I go, well, the older I feel.
And it makes me sad not knowing when I will be back.
One person understands, and I'm glad
that she will leave the lights on when the moon's up high, and the sun is gone,
and keep my spot in bed warm. These little things mean so much more
when they keep me coming home
from the road.., for sure.
Life on the road... Pack up and leave when you need to be free,
but go on your own, a change of scenery's the last thing I need.
And it makes me laugh to think of the lives that I've passed.
Everyone's standing still, and I'm thrilled,
'cause she still keeps me yearning for that old scene when I step through the door
where nothing seems wrong anymore, because I'm so glad just to feel the floor
underneath my tired bones.
I've come so far to be home
from the road, and it shows..,
ooh-oh-ooh-hoo-oh-ho...
And she will keep the lights on when my dinner's cold and the day is gone.
But the road unfolds, and goes on and on. And time goes slow, but it won't be long
'til I see my precious home
while the birds sing a morning song.
I just keep her hangin' on
from the road, so I'm told.
And the road goes on.
Track Name: North Jersey
North Jersey: There's no other place I'd rather not be any day.
Tell me why half the human race exists in such a tiny space.
Directions only get you lost. Street signs were just an after-thought.
There's got to be a better way to get from point B to point A.
Stuck underneath a railroad tressle.
My truck was way too high. I never saw the sign.
Sitting there waiting for a wrecker.
Traffic's backed up for miles. We'll be here for a while.
Turn around right now.
A simple, little trip always takes twice as long. 'Like
trying to navigate your way through a hairball.
North Jersey, there's just no excuse for all the crap you put me through.
'Told me my truck is over-weight, 'kicked me right off of the parkway.
I doubt there's any other state that goes so far to make you late.
***
Turn around right now.
From in the passing-lane, somebody flipped me off.
It's only saving grace is New York's not too far.
North Jersey, hey, what do you do with all the fines for revenue?
Let's try and beautify the place by investing in open-space.
I'll try to stay real far away from the north-eastern garden state.
Turn around right now.
Turn around right now.
Track Name: Eccentric
You're young, and you're dumb. Hey, that's okay. We all go through it.
But if life hands you over to old age, and normal's elusive,
you'll grow more reclusive,
'cause that's where you're safe behaving in strange ways.
It's called eccentric. We get it now,
by understanding why you never fit in with the crowd.
'Manic expressive. You've been put down
by friends and family who have tried so hard to figure you out.
But great minds, in time, will shine and enlighten everyone.
Until then,
you can not live life for the rest of us.
Simply, you will be your own man
whose life-long ambitions have often been hindered by their thoughts
and mild autism. The public school system was all wrong.
They kept you down for far too long.
You've had to pave your own way, 'cause no one explained
that you're eccentric, and seen as odd
and on the outside of a fringe that never soars above
manic depression. That's not your style.
You're so much happier alone 'cause you're the normal one,
although no one lately seems to take you serious.
Don't be shamed
if you're only seen as delirious.
Those who are, go so far while insane.
Though great minds, in time, give rise and inspire the best in us,
in the end,
you can't be dragged down by the rest of us.
Learn to be happily in your head,
free of people's fears, and where
your eccentricities are your friends.
Simply, you will be your own man.
Track Name: Truck Lag
I'll get to bed by ten so I can rise at two a.m.,
and let the caffeine open my eyes like a true friend,
but the street-lights look like full moons,
and the Morningglories smell like diesel fumes,
'cause the highway has me hypnotized,
so I'll rub my eyes and fantasize about home.
I'm on the road again.
And a thousand miles pass me by
like I'm standing still, but the time, it flies when I'm home.
I'm on the road again.
Alone, and on the road again.
I'll race and pass all of the big-shots with eighteen wheels,
then connect the dots with all the spots on the windshield,
or add up the numbers on the license plates.
These silly games I play to stay awake,
'cause the highway has me hypnotized,
so I'll rub my eyes and fantasize about home.
I'm on the road again.
And a thousand miles pass me by
like I'm standing still, but the time, it flies when I'm home.
I'm on the road again.
Alone, and on the road again.
***
A convoy of rigs hindered by their loads
pull aside. I'm king of the road,
'cause the highway has me hypnotized,
so I'll rub my eyes and fantasize about home.
I'm on the road again.
And a thousand miles pass me by
like I'm standing still, but the time, it flies when I'm home.
I'm on the road again.
'cause the highway has me hypnotized,
so I'll rub my eyes and fantasize about home.
I'm on the road again.
And a thousand miles pass me by
like I'm standing still, but the time, it flies when I'm home.
I'm on the road again.
Alone, and on the road again... Alone, and on the road again.
Alone, and on the road again.
Track Name: Diesel Rage
Dashboard confession: My job's taking its toll.
I get no respect, at least I've got self control
to keep me from running someone off the road.
Asphalt and traffic made me mean to the bone,
'gave me a rage I never thought I could own.
I become livid. My temper, forgive it. I turn into someone I don't know.
I am normally one at peace with the world, quietly
counting the miles I'll go
before somebody suddenly squeezes in front of me
and then decides to go slow.
I lose control,
'cause when I'm tired and all alone,
these eighteen tires follow them home.
Drive-by concessions: Breakfast in bed, alone.
The back of the cab is like my house on the road.
To all the cars in the lots at the rest-stops: Be quiet! You're outside my home.
I need scenery, greenery, shady trees, bumble bees.
These are the things I miss most
as I fall asleep breathing in diesel and gasoline.
this 'aint the life that I chose, oh-oo-oh-oo-no!
I went for a drive so long ago.
When I arrive, please let me know.
When the road you're on goes on, and has no end in sight,
be glad you have the kind of job where you're home every night.
So when you're on your way to work and trying to save time,
just keep in mind that we're all tired, and don't cut in from the right,
'cause I'm normally one at peace with the world, quietly
counting the miles I'll go
before somebody suddenly squeezes in front of me
and then decides to go slow.
I lose control,
'cause when I'm tired and all alone,
these eighteen tires follow them home.
I went for a drive so long ago, Oh-oo-oh-oo. Oh-oo-oh-oo...
When I arrive, please let me know it's the end of the road and welcome me home.
Dashboard confession: I am easily raged.
'Hang up my keys, and keep that truck far away.
Track Name: Scenes Out The Window From A Train
Scenes out the window from a train;
cars in junkyards melt in the rain,
clothes on the line hang in backyards,
snapshots in real time as we are.
And I smile every time I go by
these scenes out the window from a train
time and again. It's like seeing old friends
who say hi 'til we go our seperate ways.
Street-writer's tags on crumbling walls
of factories about to fall
from time, neglect, and wrecking balls,
to jack the rents and build more malls.
But I have to cry just a little bit deep inside
at the loss of my country's former pride,
as towns wave goodbye to the smoke-stacked skylines
where their jobs and their neighborhoods have died.
Now I'm passing by these old, familiar sights
that I've come to admire in a way.
But few recognize the downside of gentrifying
the natural beauty in decay.
So now one more child will watch this movie-slide
going by, but it just won't look the same.
Our past seels and binds strong emotional ties
to these scenes out the window from a train.
Will they be there when we go by again?
The one-way dead-ends are like my old friends.
Track Name: Say Goodbye To Grampa
Mama, say goodbye to grampa
now that he's gone and I am too far
to pay my final respects. But I don't harbor regrets.
He had it all, so why'd it hit so hard?
'Cause it's a loss
that we saw coming for so long.
I would have thought
the distance might help me stay strong.
And mama, let's remember grampa
saving the world, and as someone we hold
up as an example of a fallen hero
who grew to be old, and now on eternal patrol.
We would drive north every year to go and see a submarine
just like the one he served on so proudly.
He'd march along with his shipmates in a big parade,
and he'd salute, and we would wave.
And we knew that he was great.
But I'm stuck here in Tennessee, and I can't get home to be with family,
'cause I've gone broke chasing a dream, but I know that he would still be proud of me.
He'd say, "Don't waste anymore time grieving".
***
Pleasure comes when I remember
all the good times we shared while he was alive;
like all the tales that he told time, and time, and time, and time again,
and I would listen, or at least I'd pretend.
He would stand up at the dinner table and put on an act
where he'd play drunk, and we would laugh.
I will always cherish that!
But mama, send me a photograph of the funeral with a man playing "Taps".
I just saw him two weeks ago. He was fading out, but I held onto hope
that he would stick around 'til I came back home.
But I'm stuck here in Tennessee, and I can't get back to the family,
'cause I've gone broke chasing a dream, but I know that he would still be proud of me.
Yes, I know that he would still be proud of me,
but the road that leads home is out of reach.
Mama, don't blame Tennessee.
Track Name: Seaside
The sun will be back again. That’s what we’ll be basking in.
Hard times come and go like tides ebb and flow, don’t you know?
Once we’ve weathered the storm, we’ll all be better than normal.
The sea parts in half when we look back on it and laugh.
Everything’s new. So what?
It may not look quite like it did before,
but I’ll always recognize the Jersey shore
‘cause it runs through my blood;
the lazy days and gaudy memories
of cotton candy, salt water taffy,
and being young.
Flip-flops, ‘surfers on their boards: that’s what summer days are for.
The sand between our toes, ‘sun-tan lotion all over my nose.
The sights, scents, and sounds. The lightly dressed crowds.
Screams heard from scary rides. This scene, to me, is the time of my life.
That’s why it broke my heart
to see the pier that fell into the sea
with the roller coaster, Ferris wheel,
and all the homes hit hard;
tossed around like they were children’s toys
from the tantrum of a little boy.
Simply destroyed.
Now they’re all waiting for the day when
promises will be fulfilled,
‘cause damage-claims and small donations
aren’t enough to help rebuild.
And the devastation has a chilling effect on all the people
who are starting to lose their will.
It was my youth, my love.
You’d either sit around all day so bored,
or spend the summer at the Jersey shore.
But it’s been through so much:
the land of fun ‘n games and bumper cars,
with its funnel-cake and boardwalk bars.
It was my youth.
It was my youth.
But we can make new
memories too.
Track Name: Wanna' Be Loved
Bye bye, baby, bye bye. I'll maybe see you next Friday night.
You can't say we don't try to see each other once in a while.
It's just hard to be alone when you've made the world your home.
I wanna' hold you, hug you, kiss and touch you.
I wanna' squeeze you, tease you, rub and please you.
Ooh, yeah! I wanna' be held. I wanna' be loved. I wanna' be loved.
So bye bye, baby, bye bye. I really hate to leave you behind.
If you can't change with the times, I'll just see you in another life.
Though I have my complaints, I still like you this way.
I wanna' hold you, hug you, kiss and touch you.
I wanna' squeeze you, tease you, rub and please you.
Ooh, yeah! I wanna' be held. I wanna' be loved. I wanna' be loved.
***
And I've noticed that I've found that when no one is around.
I wanna' hold you, hug you, kiss and touch you.
I wanna' squeeze you, tease you, rub and please you.
Ooh, yeah! I wanna' be held. I wanna' be loved. I wanna' be loved.
I wanna' hold you, hug you, kiss and touch you.
I wanna' squeeze you, tease you, rub and please you.
Ooh, yeah! I wanna' be held. I wanna' be loved. I wanna' be loved.
I wanna' be loved. I wanna' be loved.
Track Name: Comfort Zone
I’m walkin’, looking backwards at the rusty tracks towards
that old train parked for good.
Beyond are crooked back-roads, farms, and verdant pastures.
It’s a scene from a ‘hood
I call home, and it’s dear to me.
Here, the hillsides pierce the sky, but the mighty river’s just knee-deep.
It’s a comfort zone where I breathe
in the fumes of the sewage plant that sometimes blow by with the breeze.
Tilling’s like the patchwork on quilted blankets that were
sewn together with God’s hands.
And details of the craft-work on old homes show the passion
in these gems that dot the land.
That’s why home is the place for me;
I can find my peace-of-mind without unwanted company.
It’s a comfort zone where I’m seen
dancing in my undies, and no one’s making fun of me.
You can take the boy out of New York. Though some of it remains,
there’s a country-bumpkin deep inside the blood-lines in my veins.
And that’s why home is where I’ll be
having epiphanies, and recharging my batteries.
***
You knew I was a lonely one; accused me of not growing up,
‘scared to leave my zone that we both call
home. It’s what I need,
even though my friends next door cut down my shady tree.
It’s a comfort zone where hungry bees
ate the wood inside my porch. These are the rare downsides of things.
I like to hear a pin drop when I’m sitting in my room,
surrounded by my toys and thoughts, wrapped up in my cocoon.
That’s my home where I’m free
at the one place you can lock me in and throw away the key.
When I don’t like where I’m at, man, I go home and have a dream.
So if you’re trying to find me, you know home is where I’ll be.
Track Name: Whiter Shades of Trash
I've never liked suburban sprawl,
built by white flight to serve as walls to keep out all
the lives beyond these manicured rows
of soccer-moms in pre-fab homes. Where do they go
to find hope, and some kind of culture? Tell me, 'cause I don't know.
Picket fences surrounding sod.
You've got to give it everything you've got.
'The young and restless in parking-lots.
You've got to give it everything you've got
to leave the orbit of these haunts, and rethink everything you were taught.
I say we go find our own happily-ever-after
before we're old,
'cause I long to be more than some working-class-cracker
who fled their old factory town
when dark-skinned folks came around. Well, what did we learn?
It comes full circle now when we flee this lily-white mega-burb,
where open spaces have been replaced..,
you've got to give it everything you've got..,
with uncreative generic wastelands.
Now, give it everything you've got
to see your world for all its flaws and look at what fear can cause.
Decades ago came the poor, so we followed fellow, frightened crackers
to our new homes.
The result was like war with catastrophic consequences.
Why are you still holding on? You're pulling apart at the seams.
Just let go.
Bye bye, 'generi-cide'. Don't leave a light on for me.
Why are you still holding us back by begging me not to leave?
Don't you know
we were told that the trash was whiter on the other
side of the road,
when our rows of homes were surrounded by white-collar crackers?
Where did they go?
They were told to move 'cause the trash is whiter on the other
side of the road.
Years ago these rows of homes were surrounded by white-collar crackers.
Where did they go?
Track Name: Gypsies
I can see no shame in heading home again,
'cause we have changed, and things won't be the same.
We keep movin' on to places we don't belong.
But in the long run, yes, in the long run, honey, you know we will settle down someday.
It never seems to end; the trend of making friends
we leave behind to find new friends again.
We're just passing through. There's no time to plant our roots.
But hey, that's just what we do. And every time we're back, it all looks so new.
But in the long run, yes, in the long run, honey, you know we will settle down.
For now, they call us, I hear them call us, honey, listen up. They're calling us gypsies.
But we're getting tired, and we're getting old.
Guess what happens
when we're out of funds to buy our way home.
That's when the road ends.
***
But hey, we keep hangin' on to what we left behind. Why is that so wrong?
'Cause in the long run, yes, in the long run, honey, you know we will settle down.
For now, they call us, I hear them call us, honey, listen up. They're calling us gypsies.
But in the long run, yes, in the long run, honey, you know we will settle down.
'Cause in the long run, yes, in the long run, honey, you know we will settle down.
For now, they call us, I hear them call us, honey, listen up. They're calling us gypsies.
Track Name: Pats Bags
One, two, three, four.
Out on the town,
looking good, but your pocket book
only brings your look down.
That isn’t good.
One solution:
hand-made bags to hold all your swag.
‘So many types to choose from.
Take a look…
When you’re dressed up right, don’t accessorize with the wrong thing.
You’ll mess up your night with a fashion lie. That’s disturbing.
They’re sturdy and strong,
and last real long.
You’ll never go wrong with one of Pat’s bags.
Look over them all,
then give her a call,
and before too long, you’ll look snappy. Yeah!
‘Everyone’s happy, yeah!
Dancing, or the movies,
a formal date, or a baseball game,
or a day at the beach-
they work great.
So don’t leave home
when nothing matches. If your purse clashes,
that’s a fashion faux pas
people hate,
but anything goes with these simple totes. Versatile!
A smart knapsack with a skirt or slacks. It’s a style.
You’re out on the town
when somebody shouts,
“That girl in the gown has one of Pat’s bags!”
And everyone asks,
“Where did you get that?”
You’ll say to the crowd, “That’s one of Pat’s bags”. Yeah!
’Stylish without flash, yeah!
Just give her a call,
‘no trouble at all.
They’re big, or they’re small enough for your dog.
There’s so many prints
from flowers to fish
all tailored to fit whatever you want, yeah!
You better get one, yeah!
You’ll look fabulous, yeah,
with one of Pat’s bags. Yeah!



COPYRIGHT 2015
WORDS AND MUSIC WRITTEN BY IAN PATRICK GENTLES
Track Name: Goin' For A Ride
Mama, wave bye bye.
I'm goin' for a long, long drive,
and I won't be back tonight…
I'm leavin' all my friends behind,
and 'gonna' start a brand new life.
I wanna' be real hard to find…
You can say wait..,
but I need you to be staying strong for us right now,
as I leave this suffocating, one-horse, little town.
I'm goin' for a ride… I'm goin' for a ride…
I can hear that something better's calling out my name,
and the ties here must be severed. I just need a change.
I'm goin' for a ride… I'm goin' for a ride..,
because Mama, this scene's old,
and it no longer feels like home.
It is time to hit the road,
and I can't wait..,
to be somewhere, someone, something. I don't really care,
as long as it's happening, and I'm already there.
I'm goin' for a ride… I'm goin' for a ride…
***
Life is different. How can I return to where I've been?
I'm like the distant clouds for miles changing in the wind.
I'm goin' for a ride… I'm goin' for a ride…
I'm goin' for a ride… I’m goin' for a ride.
Track Name: Things That You Do
I’ve gotta’ pinch myself to make sure I’m not really dreaming.
Life was feeding me some lies, and now I can’t believe my eyes. Woe-oo-oh!
I never thought this out enough to give a reason.
Lonely’s only wasting time, never making up one’s mind.
I’ve been looking for the truth. I see it in all the
things that you do, things that you do.
I was making other plans, but now I understand the
things that you do. Things that you do
like lifting me out of the blues
with nothing to prove.
You’re just being you.
Some things happen without a clue,
and have no excuse.
I chalk them up to those
things that you do, things that you do, things that you do. The things that you do
have given life, hope, faith unto a daydreamer
who was only half a man that no one could understand, and
livin’ like no way out was a way to freedom.
Now you’ve given me your hand to hammer out a backup plan.
I’ve been looking for the truth. I see it in all the
things that you do, things that you do.
I was making other plans, but now I understand the
things that you do. Things that you do
like the way you blend with the scene,
and I look up to see
you smiling at me.
I can be a childish tease,
who’s so hard to please,
but I’ll always need these
things that you do, things that you do, things that you do. The things that you do.
Track Name: Happy Place
Don’t stop givin’ me hope, ‘cause I was so lost..., end of my rope.
Honey, but when you came along

I found my happy place, and it’s right here in your arms.

Darlin’, hold me, ‘tell me I’m loved.
Look at my happy face, it’s never seemed so calm.
Darlin’, slowly I’m fallin’ in love.

I was sick ‘n reelin’, now I can’t hide this giddy feelin’,
‘cause I’ve never felt so alive.

I found my happy place, it’s anywhere that we spend
Time just laughing or walking along.
These are such happy days, I never want them to end.
Darlin’, catch me, I’m fallin’ in love. Oh!

SOLO

Don’t leave. I’m comin’ over, ‘cause I still need that soggy shoulder
That has kept me from losin’ my mind.

I found my happy place, and it’s right here in your arms.
Darlin’ , hold me , tell me I’m loved.
Look at my happy face, it’s never seemed so calm
Darlin’, slowly I’m fallin’ in love.

I heard every reason why I’m not liked. My self-esteem
Needs to be revived at my favorite spot.

I found my happy place, and it’s right there in your heart.
Darlin’, feel me, I’m beating for love.
Look at my happy face, I’ve never smiled so wide.
Darlin’, hear me, I’m laughing so hard.
These are such happy days, I never want it to stop.
Darlin’, see me, that’s what I got.
I found my happy place, and it’s right here in your arms.
Darlin’, catch me, I’m fallin’ in love.
Darlin’, catch me, I’m fallin’ in love
Darlin’, catch me, I’m fallin’ in love. Oh!
Track Name: Nobody Knows My Pain
Well, there's no one around, and it needs to come out.
I'm frustrated. I can't take it.
When we're talking about staying calm, but I shout,
I'm frustrated, and can't say it.
But we both ought to know by now, I'm upset, and I'm acting out.
I'll take it out on my friends by cruelly yelling at them.
I'm frustrated, and can't take it!
I'm frustrated. I can't take it, no.
Nobody knows my pain.
I'm frustrated. I can't ta-ee-ae-ee-ake it.
'Vent or I'll go insane.
When the rock that you bleed upon up and leaves,
it's frustrating. 'You can't blame me.
But I take it too far, and it's always my fault
for behaving like a baby.
Well, now tell me why that should be that I get just so angry,
that there's no talking sense. So I'll say it again,
I'm frustrated, and can't take it!
I'm frustrated. I can't take it, no!
Nobody knows my pain.
I'm frustrated. I can't ta-ee-ae-ee-ake it.
'Vent or I'll go insane.
I'm frustrated, and can't take it, no!
'Letting out all my rage.
I'm frustrated, and can't ta-ee-ae-ee-ake it.
When will it go away?
I'm frustrated. I can't take it.
I'm frustrated. I can't take it.
I'm frustrated. I can't take it, no.
Nobody knows my pain.
Track Name: Heartland
’Took a short vacation to find some inspiration.
The writer in me never rests.
’Got the car loaded, bid adieu to home, then
hit the road and headed west
where Dairy Queens and Mickey D’s
stick out like weeds in tranquil scenes
‘cause industry left the business centers.
Downtowns have seen better days.
The economy’s now based on visitors who hop on
and off of the interstate.
The travelers just passing through
don’t stay for long, there’s no reason to.
But these tiny towns are far from dead
‘cause their combines turn the fields to bread
as the corn-belt keeps the nation fed.
What else is there to do instead
in the heartland where stars and stripes fly high?
Here, there’s such a sense of pride.
Americana, blue collar, working class ties
keeping that dream alive.
They do what they have to to survive.
Small town culture where everybody knows you and
watched you grow up with your best
friends you’ve known your whole life who stayed behind as ties that
bind you like you never left.
But there are some myths that still persist
like they’re all just hicks living in sticks.
But these race-car fans with their farmer’s tans
who sing ‘Country Wide’ with tears in their eyes
are the kindest breed and eager to treat
you like family. That’s life
in the heartland with farmland far and wide.
Take it in as you drive by
distant silos near corn-rows that reach for the sky
grow knee-high by the fourth-of-July.
They work the earth until they die.
I see why.
***
This community of tractor-geeks
are all no more than grown men with toys.
But it’s all they’ve known since they were boys,
and it’s their time to make some noise
in the heartland where stars and stripes fly high.
Here, there’s such a sense of pride.
Americana, blue collar, working class ties
keeping that dream alive.
They do what they have to to survive.
The porch-swings on a summer night
romanticize a way of life
where people treat each other right.
Until next year, I’ll say goodbye.