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
Chorus
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)