HOUSE OF ALL SEASONS

Lyrics

Simmer Down

Two big mouths are shouting won't hear what the other says

Nothing stopping the hate speech, nothing and the preacher prays

 

Chorus

A sick world is coming if you all don't simmer down

A sick world is coming if you all don't simmer down

 

Snakes are in the houses, no one cuts their heads

Boiling damage spreading, won't heal till we're old or dead

 

Chorus

 

History is warning, hear that ghostly moan

The wise are shaking their heads now, ignore what they have shown

 

Chorus

Drums: Jake Burton

 

AXE FALL BLUES:

Shining, sharpening, head on the block waiting

The axe fall blues

Searing, fusing, bomb planted and ticking

The axe fall blues

 

Ain't got a safety line, going down! I'm in line

for termination!

 

Wrenching, clutching, head throbbing and pounding

the axe fall blues

regretting, realizing, conscience hard kicking

the axe fall blues

 

Ain't got a safety line, going down! I'm in line for 

termination!

 

Drums: Jake Burton

 

Love Is A Veil For The Blues

Keep your sweet eyes round, I can't feel your daggers

I'll put all pride aside so we won't have to fight

 

Chorus

Love is a veil for the blues

Let the truth out and you lose

Love is a veil for the blues

Girl you can't fool me, you're cold through your

bones

 

Keep your sweet eyes round

I keep making the wrong call

I can't be right she'll say nothing at all

 

Chorus

 

Keep your sweet eyes round I can't feel your daggers

I'll put all pride aside so we won't have to fight.

 

GUN IT!

 

Final warning has passed

This is my quitting song

Way you mistreat me, you 

wonder why I upped and gone

Chorus

I'm gonna gun it into the wide horizon

I'm gonna gun it into the glowing dawn 

Until the rust is gone

No one thanks me for all the hard work that

I do

You'll never see me again I'm splitting, salting

the earth when I do

 

She Plants Bombs


The day you meet her, she plants a bomb

The day you meet her, she plants a bomb

I'd skip out son, be long long gone

 

She sets a time and misses it

She sets a time and misses it

She's in a green fog, can't remember shit

 

She lets you fall on your face

She lets you fall on your face

You'll get no thanks boy, no she's an ingrate

 

Worried Sick


I thought I was rid of it, but I did not have such luck

it hid its tracks too well

then it hit me like a truck 

 

Oh I'm worried sick

 

It grabbed hold of my stomach, wrung it like a wet rag

The forms of all my fears, what is this? where's the sick bag?

 

Oh I'm worried sick 

 

Yes I see! Why all fools are damned!

Yes I see! It's far too late!

Too late I acted offhand!

 

I can hide by sleeping

In a blanket heavy as lead

Give anything for balance

New ground, peace in my head

 

Oh I'm worried sick

 

The River Traveler

 

Hey traveler come back for me, I can't stay here

no more

 

The traveler has been gone a season now

Said he's riding down river to be a steamboat man

And when he returns he'll make me rich and free me

from this town

He said this all while his eyes were gazing down

 

They say he robbed a rich man and killed him

Cannons couldn't raise a corpse

And the ladies said "he's a gambling man, who 

hadn't repaid his debts"

And the preacher howls that "he's in Hell" where

all misunderstandings go

And rumors abound he's in New Orleans now with

a shady black toothed crowd

 

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To find a place away

A wood hut in the forest 

Or a palace in the cave

One thing is for sure

I can't stay here no more

And for all I know the travelers gone

and along with him my cure

 

As time went on rumors got more strange

I gave up hope he'd deliver me, swung a hammer

to earn a wage

When he returned it was hard to contain my rage

He said "I made my legend, don't believe everything

I say" 

 

Chorus

 

Living at a Run

I've lived at a run and burned out lots of time

I had to come retrieve, some scenes that once were mine

 

I've lived at a run, long shadows of ideals

Oh I'm made them rigid

I made them peer-reviewed

And I sit here hoping something can be rescued. 

 

Chorus:

And I make the claim, that the old were golden days

I want a do over 

I'm stir-crazy, feeling dazed

 

I've lived at a run and burned out lots of time

Forgive me child, you wanted a Rockwell scene

But I'm too vain and vicious to ever live that

free

 

Chorus

 

Starting Blackout Now

 

Rivals are defeated

Plan to investigate

Now accepting refugees

Sorry about your collateral 

 

I've seen enough

Starting Blackout Now

I've seen enough

Starting Blackout Now

ignorance is bliss, so I turn away

Starting Blackout Now

 

Humpty dumptyisms

Straw men easily burn

Trolls and their sock-puppets

Stage managed public rage

 

Change the way you train

Nine words to never say

Target unhappy retirees 

"Hello may I help you plan your

final months"? 

 

Transponder

Instrumental

"Nothing can come between God and his beloved little ones...well done good and faithful servant, enter now into the joy of your master"- Bishop of Parramatta 

All Songs Copyright 2016 Eric Nyberg, published by Wind Barrier (ASCAP)