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Out There Eddy
04:06
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we come from a city by a river
the east side of nothing sure
we're off
we're on
off to anywhere
that's our home
somewhere out there Eddy
it's for you and it's for me
that's quite a whole lot to leave
I ran back to the Bayou City
you climbed back to your mountain top
escaping the slow signs of sinking
the very notion sent us leaping
onto that road
to somewhere out there Eddy
it's for you and it's for me
that's quite a whole lot to leave
somewhere out there Eddy
it's for you and it's for me
that's quite a whole lot to leave
these lines are long
these lines are drawn
oh how the distance shows
these lines are long
these lines are drawn
oh how the distance grows
exile is our home
and mother's on the phone
I know that you're somewhere out there Eddy
it's for you and it's for me
that's quite a whole lot to leave
somewhere out there Eddy
it's for you and it's for me
that's quite a whole lot to leave
copyright 2006, Christopher Wilsongs, ASCAP
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2. |
The Loop
04:12
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like Friday night when the week is out
feisty and fidgety without a doubt
it's my perspective...a place to be
Zoloft and Jesus...I feel so free
stressed out wound up ready to row
I get on that loop and I go with the flow
not missing much in them clubs on the town
the dullness shining with little cliques and clowns
fantastic fashion...plastic people passion
and I was free...I was just being me
yeah that's why I do it
I just can't get enough
I'm looping it past the big boots
too tough...another smoke
crank the radio
lay down that lead
I just roll
now lately baby you've been feelin' so bland
I know you'll like it...you'll understand
blow off the phonies...you never did fit with them
meet me by the boots...'bout quarter to ten
we'll stretch shout let it out all night long
doin' that loop 'til the break of dawn
chit 'n chat about this and that you and me
right in touch with reality
there's the phallic chief without his men
time flies...we've just gone 'round again
yeah that's why I do it
I just can't get enough
I'm looping it past a paved plateau
where the big birds land and take off again
lay down the lead...I just roll
that's why I do it
I just can't get enough
I'm looping it past a big brick of gold
but the glow is gone...hey it's almost dawn
lay down that lead...I just roll
that's why I do it
I just can't get enough
I'm looping it past the big boots
too tough...another smoke
crank the radio
lay down that lead...I just roll
copyright 2006, Christopher Wilsongs, ASCAP
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3. |
Read On
05:13
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go on now and tell me the deal
you should spill it all
let something heal
she said "that's my status...suits me just fine
I'm talkin' about healing...taking my time"
read on
what do you do while you're waiting
the major draft of a minor feeling
he said "that's my status...suits me just fine
I'm talkin' about reeling...taking my time"
read on
well you're tossed into and right out of those places
what you really have is no point of view
because a prowess for plenty equals abuses
never mending never ending excuses
you're the reason for it all
wonderland I'm wandering about this feeling
it's not your place to try erase the healing
I said
way up there the same deceivers
find your place
the high and low achievers
oh read me read me read me...read me
read me read me read me read me...read me
read on
so well you're tossed into and right out of those places
what you really have is no point of view
because a prowess for plenty equals abuses
never mending never ending excuses
you're the reason for it all...read on read on read on read on
for it all...read on read on read on read on
for it all...read on read on read on read on
for it all
copyright 2006, Christopher Wilsongs, ASCAP
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4. |
If Only
04:10
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only is the word
the only word to say
set apart something critical
only is the word
aside all extremes
come to me unconditional
and only in this world
a sigh for all routine
the conditioned become cynical
if only only only
if only only only
if only I knew
if only I do
only is the word to say
only is the word
aside all extremes
love is unconditional
if only only only
if only only only
if only I knew
if only I do
only is the word to say
copyright 2006, Christopher Wilsongs, ASCAP
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5. |
Diane Drove
03:27
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I'm watching out
you're gonna get through to me
a shrinking shot
straight through the middle of three
I'm holding out
so I don't have to see
they paint these lines
you greet the street...yeah
our vices out
right to the parlor please
the splattered pack of spooks 'n freaks
trashing out as your folly feeds
on oversight...on tricks 'n treats
you've got a half-crocked tank on empty
but the fact still remains
in the muck of such luck
dodging grass and the massive groves
Diane drove
Diane drove
cash-strapped
tell me something new
a passive flap
for the lack of muse
well I hesitate when I can't compensate
and life is sure
surely watch that gauge
spectacular in your saga dear
extraordinaire for another beer
well I'm holding out
I just don't want to see
the painted lines
hope we never meet
with a cash-strapped tank on empty
the fact still remains
in the muck of such luck
dodging grass and the massive groves
Diane drove
Diane drove
Diane drove
Diane drove
copyright 2006 Christopher Wilsongs, ASCAP
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6. |
Pulling the Wool
04:01
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pulling the wool on the fragile
the meek go down a drain
poured into promises
stomped onto those premises
wander into the night light
close down the windows and shades
all that debating exceeds relation
to any sort of confirmation
enclosure
crammed into this state of surrender
do I do I do I do I realize
that one way to do this much better
the only thing
somebody was
pulling the wool on the fragile
pulling so tight on those reins
making me a statue of status
raking me my heavy habit
wander into the white light
come crashing through these panes
and give to me the charm of life now
I'll take from you what will suffice now
composure
crammed into this state of surrender
do I do I do I do I realize
that one way to do this much better
the only thing
somebody was
pulling the wool
pulling the wool on the fragile
somebody was
pulling the wool
somebody was
pulling the wool on the fragile
somebody was
pulling the wool
somebody was
pulling the wool on the fragile
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7. |
Opening the Lotus
04:17
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woke up clenching the covers
it's one more thing
then another
like a beginning to an end
you broke into this life
became my best friend
something more came uncovered
light of day I cannot smother
this whirling wing of fire
keeping me alive
alive
sum of us
sun upon us
the open sky
like opening the lotus
we come alive
sum of us
sun upon us
our open eyes
like opening the lotus
this is a reunion
I do believe
of a union
that was meant to be
nothing more to uncover
light of day shed my covers
this whirling wing of fire
keeping me alive
alive
alive
alive
sum of us
sun upon us
the open sky
like opening the lotus
we come alive
sum of us
sun upon us
our open eyes
like opening the lotus
we come alive
open eyes
like opening the lotus
copyright 2006, Christopher Wilsongs, ASCAP
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8. |
Without Me
03:06
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and I saw you out on the town
I grabbed you
slowed you right down
whispered baby
what are you doin' without me
you're wonderful
the perfect form
I'm so acid
I'm so wantin' some more
it's a tragedy
it's my curse
it's a sin
what are you doin'
what are you doin'
without me
and I love you in almost every way
but I can't see you 'cause you never stay
I think maybe...someday
what are you doin' without me
what are you doin'
what are you doin'
without me
what are you doin'
what are you doin'
without me
without me
where shall I drive
where should I be
what good is that
down on my knees
we're so connected yet so far apart
I loathe rejection and your aching heart
without me
without me
it's not happening
and it's bringing me down
I can't see you 'cause you're never around
I think someday...maybe
what are you doin' without me
what are you doin'
what are you doin'
what are you doin'
what are you doin'
what are you doin'
what are you doin'
without me
without me
without me
copyright 2006, Christopher Wilsongs, ASCAP; copyright 2006 Carl Sandin
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9. |
Facelift
05:23
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one corridor
leading towards that plain
that runs the middle
that hides the shame
the stale of the stare
bringing on the bare
barely consoled
the express of tone
marking the beat of mind
wonder of how many feel the beat
the beat left behind
the ones so tepid
so false
one true foregoes
that's much too little
a little too much
much too little to say
the scatter here for shatter there
a little too much to pay
one face you see
one face you make
one face really
are you really there
that face you see
that face you make
is it really
really fair
closer to a fright than a thrill
not much difference but the distance held
holding a character
that is what you call me
keeps them lugging
keeps them tugging
today
hooray
copyright 2006, Christopher Wilsongs, ASCAP
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10. |
No Such Thing
03:35
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you take one step right to the center
you take a step right to the line
and there you find invisible borders
permeates the premise
that's fine
you get right through into the culture
into the culture you find
they take and starve
recedes all need
so you give and feed
that's kind
won't you be firm but be gentle
won't you condense the two
where is that neutral nature
where is that part of you
no such thing
in between
no such thing
so take one step back to the center
back to the center you find
a lonely plate
eat to the order of the mess that they made of your mind
so now you say it's not so easy
breaking down those borders that bind
when you come out
smack in the middle
smack in the middle you sigh
it's either fortune or misfortune
there is no middle name
where is that neutral nature
to bind what's not the same
no such thing
in between
no such thing
copyright 2006, Christopher Wilsongs, ASCAP
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11. |
Circle of Palms
04:54
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Kealoha's walkin' in a circle of palms
inside his yoke to carry
it's just Kealoha in that adventure sphere
with a destiny to hurry
he says, "I'm floodin' this block...
I've got to unlock...I'm a square situated in a circle of talk
but you know...no I'm not late...no never soon
open up that door...air out the room"
who's got the nerve to make the check
who really plays with a...
who's got the nerve to make the check
who really plays with a full deck
for one to think about it
there's two to forget
and the many more without it
may we regret
and this circle was drawn
enclosing us within
in a circle of palms
where the circle...begins
Kealoha's walkin'
the plank descends
roll over the fires where the fringes depend
on misfit sublime who lost too much time
in the rat race haven
oh well...that's misery
my company
confusing the question
who is my friend
all in a time
the matters of time
fly a fake or ride a pony
right to the end
who's got the nerve to make the check
who really plays with a...
who's got the nerve to make the check
who really plays with a full deck
for one to think about it
there's two to forget
and the many more without it
may we regret
and this circle was drawn
enclosing us within
in a circle of palms
we're the circle
for one to think about it
there's two to forget
and the many more without it
may we regret
and this circle was drawn
enclosing us within
in a circle of palms
we are the circle
begin
copyright 2006, Christopher Wilsongs, ASCAP
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12. |
Smoke and Mirrors
04:46
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and there you were
all those hair hoppers
name droppers
you're so real
you're so real
as Sybil wields a weapon
this becomes your lesson
you're so real
you're so real
your eyes
they glisten
from smoke
submission
a mirror on a wall
might give you the gall
to say it once again
you've lived through it all
be sure to take a picture
you know the camera doesn't lie
you're so real
you're so real
these walls have their ears
and these ears have their walls
you're so real
you're so real
your eyes
they glisten
from smoke
submission
a mirror on a wall
might give you the gall
say it all again
you've lived
you've lived
you've lived through it all
copyright 2006, Christopher Wilsongs, ASCAP
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Christopher Wilson Harrisburg, Pennsylvania
American indie musician. Socially conscious alternative rock, pop, and folk.
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