Archive for the ‘April EP’ Category

Tears In My Beard

April 14, 2011

I’ve got tears in my beard over you

It’s been near on a year since we’re through

The twine that helped bind us as one

Grew frayed, gave way, we were done

 

It took weeks for my sheets to lose

The perfume that you always overuse

In the night as I turn to your side

I’d smell, I’d remember and I’d cry

 

I’ve got tears in my beard over you

I take blame for the pain you’ve been through

To be close to a man like me

Is no place for a woman so sweet

 

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Billy (Now That You’re Gone)

April 13, 2011

Who’s an ageless man with never a worry

He’s a joke, he’s a joke

A glide in the stride and money for the ferry

He’s a joke, he’s a joke

 

And we’d always meet his back with a slap

That’s the same back that never heard the laughs

Oh, Billy, we drink to your song

But who’ll pay the bill now that you’re gone?

 

With a wink to the young and a word to the old

He’s a joke, he’s a joke

If it wasn’t for his daddy, he’d never been buried

He’s a joke, he’s a joke

 

And we’d always meet his back with a slap

That’s the same back that never heard the laughs

Oh, Billy, we drink to your song

But who’ll pay the bill now that you’re gone?

 

We raised a glass to your illness

And fell silent on the love that you gave

So many now drink to your honor

They’re the same folks who piss on your grave

 

He’s finally at rest from a hole in the chest

Now he’s gone, he is gone

A toast to the man both caring and careless

Now he’s gone, he is gone

 

And we’d always meet his back with a slap

That’s the same back that never heard the laughs

Oh, Billy, we drink to your song

But who’ll pay the bill now that you’re gone?

 

Some Sorta Lonesome

April 13, 2011

I think it starts when I was barely out the car seat

Could hardly see above the dash

Saturdays take the trash out to the landfill

Then hardware store with my old dad

On the road with my old dad

 

And I’ve always seemed to feel some sorta lonesome

Never could stop at just one glass

The road has always been my special lady

And I spend up all my money on the gas

I spend my little money on the gas

 

My family lived on all the woods that I could play in

Never had a dog, but had two cats

I spent my youth lost amongst the pine trees

In army boots and a cowboy hat

Army boots and a cowboy hat

 

And I’ve always seemed to feel some sorta lonesome

Never could stop at just one glass

The road has always been my special lady

And I spend up all my money on the gas

I spend my little money on the gas

 

This kind of life just came and found me

Snuck on in, took me away

I may have been born in Boston, Massachusetts

With a different accent, but the story’s still the same

 

And I’ve always seemed to feel some sorta lonesome

Never could stop at just one glass

The road has always been my special lady

And I spend up all my money on the gas

I spend my little money on the gas

 

Providence Love Story

April 13, 2011

Golden blonde and baby blue

How I’ll remember you

And those days of drinking in the sun

Wide-eyed and twenty-two

I fell so hard for you

Never knew that love could come and go

And it grows too big to sometimes hold

 

From Maine to Providence to New Orleans

New Haven to Cambridge and the coast between

To be young and in love and fed by your dreams

The paint may run dry, but it leaves such a pretty scene

 

Followed you down Thayer Street

Wickenden summer heat

India Point as stars ran cross the sky

You’d have to buy my booze

I thought I’d never loose

This love I thought I’d never find

But you knew it was just a passing time

 

From Maine to Providence to New Orleans

New Haven to Cambridge and the coast between

To be young and in love and fed by your dreams

The paint may run dry, but it leaves such a pretty scene

 

I’d take my grandma’s car

Down south just after dark

And leave when the sun was coming up

Those were machine shop days

I’d write on my lunch break

My hands so full of cuts and grease

Smudged words of longing and release

 

Golden blonde baby blue

How I’ll remember you

And those days of drinking in the sun