Keep Looking

 

If you love someone just to be saved,

then I hope they love you back

All the money they make,

won’t buy happiness that lasts

 

If you keep looking for easy answers be sure

There’s no telling what you’ll find

 

If you pray for a miracle don’t

count on anything to change

You’ll be left wondering why

 Jesus never took the reigns

 

If you keep looking for easy reasons be sure

There’s no telling what you’ll find

 

No one thing to blame and no silver bullets

Life’s complicated the truth’s never black or white

 

If you trust anyone in a hat

and the promises they make

Or a secret you read

about karma luck or fate

 

If you keep looking for easy answers be sure

If you keep looking for easy reasons be sure

If you keep looking for easy answers be sure

There’s no telling what you’ll find

 

 

 

Indifference

 

Indifference isn’t dark at night or a ray of sunshine

It’s hard to even notice when you know it’s there

Too much is where we go to hide,

Not enough burns in the light

Indifference isn’t wrong or right and doesn’t care

 

I wish I hadn’t heard that song today

The radio told me was good

I’m always writing songs they wouldn’t play

While still believing that they could

 

CHORUS

 

I wish you didn’t care so much about

That job and what they think of you

Some things just aren’t worth wearing yourself out

With all the worrying you do

 

Indifference isn’t black or white, or a shade of blue skies

It’s hard to even notice when you know it’s there

Too much is where we go to hide,

Not enough burns in the light

Indifference isn’t wrong or right and doesn’t care

 

I wish I knew when to just let it be

Or keep opinions to myself

The stupid reasons I’ve been loosing sleep

Or why you won’t defend yourself

 

 

 

 

The Better Way Back When

 

My eyes are barely just showing

When I’m outside from fall until spring

I must be getting old

I feel less cool than cold

 

I used to keep my hair longer than the girls I dated

Seemed to impress everyone I knew back then

Now I’m holding on to whatever god has left me

Looking my age and dressing in the trend

Of the better way back when

 

My LPs are kept in milk crates

On the floor beneath my mix tapes

You’re streaming something new

While I’m dusting off side 2

 

I used to the lead the moshing

off at the shows in my town

Hung out all night to party with the band

Now I find the exit closest to where I’m standing

So I can leave 2 songs before the end

With the better way back when

 

I took on the world in my prime

Trusty skateboard by my side

 

I used to be so popular that I never worried

I could ever go wanting for a friend

Now I’m on the Facebook, trying to find an old flame

Figuring out the newest ways to send

To the better way back when

 

My LPs are now on ebay

You won’t believe what hipsters will pay

 

 

 

Honeymoon

 

They call it settling down, I’m not so sure

Some lovers waste a whole lifetime to settle a score

They don’t look like they have as much fun anymore

If you loose yourself somehow

Can you get back from there anymore?

 

Who says you’re making an honest man of me yet?

The married women we know are filled with regret

Not something else we both could be doing instead

Until there’s nothing left to loose

Do you remember the day we first met?

 

I had a dream that we were on, our honeymoon

And the air was thick with tropical breeze

and flowers in bloom

This whole thing must have cost a fortune

Don’t wake me up

Do you worry when the honeymoon’s over, will we be in love?

 

Would you wear your long hair up or let it fall down

The open back of an off-white crinoline gown

The wedding bells might make a familiar sound

How long do you think they’ll last?

Who’s getting tired of waiting around 

 

Chorus

 

If this is settling down, you’re my ball and chain

If you could do it all over, over again

The invitations lost or destroyed in the rain

Would I wake up by your side

Or fall asleep singing another refrain

 

 

 

 

Somebody Else

 

My neck is burning, and I’m turning red

The rush of blood that fed my ego

Wakes me from my sleep now

That you lie beside, somebody who has lied to you

 

My face is empty, the truth behind these eyes

is you don’t realize you see what

you want to see but she was alone and it was late

I did not hesitate

 

Who knows what, secrets we both hide

If you only knew where I was last night

Making excuses for myself

While I was with somebody else

 

My hands are steady, but my grip is weak

I’m trying not to speak while we walk

hand in hand your small talk

is leaving me behind

Are we just wasting time, again

 

This used to be so easy

What the hell has love done to me?

 

My legs are heavy, and I’m sinking fast

Why can’t a secret last forever

Is anyone much better

off knowing the truth

I wonder just who

 

 

Purple Tribute Song 

 

The first time that I danced with a girl was in 5th grade

I’d never be the same, the song was Purple Rain

 

I wore that movie out, on my parent’s VCR

I bought a white guitar, ‘cause Baby I’m A Star

 

I took Michael Jackson’s poster off the wall

A new prince will rise the king of pop will fall

 

This is my purple tribute song, part Joni Mitchell part James Brown

A little Hendrix without sounding at all like either one

 

My mom thought you were sexy, my dad thought you were gay

The high heels and the makeup, the Raspberry Beret

 

Photos in the nude, a symbol on your cheek

Singing in falsetto, Kiss on MTV

 

They say Frank Sinatra did things his own way

But Nothing Compares To You until this day

 

This is my purple tribute song, part Joni Mitchell part James Brown

A little Hendrix without sounding at all like either one

Even Miles Davis was a fan, and when he sat in with your band

He met his rival for music’s most eccentric leading man

 

Your music lasts forever, your legend never dies

But I heard that you were taken by Thieves In The Temple tonight

 

So I’ll dance like no one’s looking, pretend to be quite shy

You taught us all to party, like it’s 1999

 

You changed religions like you changed your hair

Your preferred chartreuse but I just don’t care

 

 

Does Anyone Change Their Mind Anymore

 

Here come the experts on attack

You double down on your own facts

If the consensus is on their side

Then it’s all conspiracies and lies

 

Heading for disaster,

we’ve chosen to ignore

Does anyone change their mind anymore?

 

Raised by the tribe from which you came

It’s no surprise that you’re afraid

Of anyone that don’t look like you

That prejudice isn’t something new

 

But we don’t have to live by,

the mistakes we made before

Does anyone change their mind anymore?

 

Everyone has a point of view,

that don’t make them equally all true

When the news is all fake, and the voters are bored

Does anyone change their mind anymore?

 

I used to go out every night

Now I spend all my time online

My friends are all gathered here for me

Whatever I think of they agree

 

Like if we were all created,

in the image of our lord

Why should anyone change their mind anymore

 

 

 

Neil

 

I wanna write a song that my father could play

He knew a few open chords back in the day

Then he got busy with a family

I still remember a few songs he sang to me

 

Bad bad Leroy Brown, the baddest man in this whole damn town

Picked a fine time to leave me Lucille,

4 hungry children and a crop in the field

 

I wanna play ball like my daddy could play

He ran his mouth non-stop from behind the plate

He could shoot good pool and he really could skate

Wish I could say the same about his golf game

 

Bad bad Leroy Brown, was only 42 when cancer came around

Picked a fine time to scare us to death,

glad he wasn’t ready, to leave us just yet

 

I wanna build stuff like my father could build

He could fix anything he could learn any skill

He could outwork a man two times his size

But had a hard time taking anybody’s advice

 

Bad bad Leroy Brown, stubborn as a mule if he wan't such a clown

Picked a fine time to love him Lorraine,

It must have took the patience of a patron saint

 

I wanna be wiser than my father was

Take better care of myself and those that I love

Learned a lot of lessons from his mistakes

I wanna write a song that my father could play

 

Bad bad Leroy Brown, it took a heart attack to bring him down

Picked a fine time to leave us all Neil

three grown up children, and a crop in the field

 

 

LISTEN

 

It’s harder to listen than it is to complain

I got so many 1st world problems

I’m dying to take out on you 

I won’t even bother

to find out how you’re doing or what you’re up to

Its harder to listen than it is to complain

 

It’s harder to listen than it is to avoid

I know there’s something on your mind

by that far away look you’re wearing these days

But I don’t wanna hear it

so I’m trying to stay completely out of your way

It’s harder to listen than it is to avoid

 

It’s so much harder to listen than it is to tune out

Whatever you’ve been saying

is less important than the call I’m waiting for

My phone is on the table

and we both know which one of you I chose to ignore

It’s harder to listen than it is to tune out

 

What am I missing, under the sound

Of a bull in a china shop when I talk,

I just knock everything down

And find myself with no one left to listen to

 

It’s harder to listen than it is to debate

You tell me your opinions

while I’m busy thinking of what I’ll say next

I’ll make you wish you hadn’t

trusted me with all of your deepest secrets

It’s harder to listen  

 

 


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