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strike a match baby, i'll strike a pose
put on your best suit sugar, i'll put on my pantyhose
be my lover, i'll be your clown
be unguarded, i'll knock you down
be a drama queen, i'll be a laugh a minute
be a bathroom, i'll be the bathtub in it
calling, like a wounded dove
falling, into a little love
be my shepherd, i'll be your flock
watch the water boil, i'll watch the clock
be my angel, i'll be your gabriel
be a bucket, i'll be the water in the well
calling, like a wounded dove
falling, into a little love
i'll be your napoleon if you'll be my josephine
be my marc antony, i'll be your eqyptian queen
be a little late, i'll be a little worried
be breathless on the phone, i'll be sure and hurry
take the backseat honey, i'll take the wheel
teach me to pray, i'll teach you to steal
be a lion, i'll be a lamb
call me alice, i'll call you sam
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rain rain fall down, on my weary head
it's too damn late for me not to be in bed
down by this bottle and faded photograph is where i'll lie
i feel the stars fading again tonight
i'll pack my bags tomorrow and just take off
i'm leaving all this sorrow for someone else who ain't had enough
and you may find me somewhere between the desert and the sea
with all the stars fading down on me
i know that it's all been done
but i always wind up the unfortunate son,
begging for my father's forgiveness
count backwards from a hundred and i'll soon fall asleep
dreaming of a heart and soul i can keep
from wondering how i ever got into this
will i get through this
it's hard to look at myself and not look down
it's hard to know when to let it all pass me by
and when to stand my ground
i try not to worry about things i do not see,
like all the stars fading down on me
rain wash away all the things i've done
another night spent chasing the sun
down to my conscience, down to my pride
with all the stars fading again tonight
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sweet rosalind,
how the sun and moon doth shine
say you'll be mine, sweet rosalind
like a fiery flame,
your hair doth call my name
walk yourself my way, you lovely dame
nobody else will love you like me
there's no where else that i'd rather be,
than in your arms
sweet rosalind,
alabaster skin and lips like wine
please be mine, sweet rosalind
goddess of love,
sent from heaven up above
you're the one i'm dreaming of
nobody else will love you like i do
there's no one else for me to love but you,
rosalind
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i left the bar an hour too late
and one warm beer too many
i searched for the answers at the end of my glass,
but could not find any
and i cried in my car down the interstate
and gripped my steering wheel with white-knuckled fear
i wanted to listen to your poetry,
but all i could hear
was your voice in my head, crying mercy
somebody mentioned a gleam in my eye
as i spoke about you
and i can only imagine the blush of my skin
as i realized it was all true
now i'm bleeding my demons on the bedroom floor
beneath my sweet lover's sleeping eyes
does he hear the torch that i bear beneath my clever disguise,
on my knees in the dark, crying mercy
i've been hiding from me for so long,
i can't remember where i left myself
all of these years, i thought i was so damn strong,
now i'm thinking - man, that was somebody else
well your timing is lousy, but i though you should know,
i'm still glad you reappeared
a familiar equation from a life long ago,
that just doesn't fit here
and i feel like a fool, but i want you to stay
i should turn on my heels, but i can't walk away
it's just too damn bad it turned out this way
and all i can do is laugh at myself and cry mercy
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you say everything's fine, but it ain't
you'd like me to believe, but i can't
you've been living in the dark
you've been swimming with the sharks
and you're falling farther down
falling farther down
i guess some of the blame should fall on me
i guess this is something i should have seen
you ain't asking for no help
but you're singing to yourself
and you're falling farther down
falling farther down
i cry for you still
don't know why, i guess i always will
can you even lift your head to the light
i can't say i'm sorry anymore
words get in the way of every open door
everything went wrong, but you can still get right
it's a long way down that crooked mile
but if you just keep looking, you'll find your smile
i can offer you my hand
and though it's not the way we planned
i can keep you from falling farther down
falling farther down
i cry for you still
don't know why, i guess i always will
can you even lift your head to the light
i can't say i'm sorry anymore
words get in the way of every open door
everything went wrong, but you can still get right
you say everything’s fine
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you: dark shades, me: off color witty remarks
we: both fools to follow this dream down into the belly of a well dressed shark
you: my hero but we're so much the same
you stroke your own ego i yell my own name
take heed my friend
it's only the means to an unglamourous end
make no mistake
we found our way here but we did not discover this place
plates of fine china these silly hearts that we chose
our muses steal our pillows wherever we go
frost-bitten fingers cannot bend strings
so we feed off our respective fire whatever that means
take heed my friend
it's only the means to an unglamourous end
make no mistake
we found our way here but we did not discover this place
we lie to each other we lie to that which lies within
we lie 'round all day in this big old bed naked as sin
on the left of this fine, fine line i am the king and you pour my wine
on the other side you reign supreme and i lead a jester's life
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she could have given up again today
instead she fell back down on her knees to pray
sweet jesus, help me find my way
she could have folded and laid down her cards
standing naked holding nothing
save for the gilded queen of hearts
still, that seemed enough
to keep the tears at bay, again today
saint joan of the twentieth century
saint joan whose heart remains a mystery
saint joan - a living legend of her own history
nobody bothers to ask if she's doing okay
nobody seems to notice
her eyes are a little bit redder today
sweet jesus, help her find her way - i pray
saint joan of the twentieth century
saint joan whose heart remains a mystery
saint joan - a living legend of her own history
she gave her heart to a mere mortal man
when it was returned
it was nothing but a pile of dust in her tiny hand
now she carves her epitaph in a cold, cold stone
she gives her soul to jesus, but her heart is her own
saint joan
a living legend of her own history
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you're looking so cool
in your hundred dollar shoes
you say that you are nobody's fool
and you never play by the rules
you say that you can help me out
improve my quality of life
you say i don't have to live that way
always holding the sharp end of the knife
i think i'm doing just fine
so i'll get back to my living if you don't mind
who are you to appear from nowhere
and insist you've been here all the time
who are you to suggest you have an inkling
of what goes on in my mind
who are you to try and keep me cramped
between the dusty books on the bottom shelf
who are you to demand that i narrowly define myself
always thinking about yourself
seems to be your plan
discovering the easiest way
to manipulate your fellow man
you say that i'm a dreamer
and dreamers never win
but it seems while i've been dreaming
you've been spreading yourself a little thin
who are you to question who are you to pry
who are you to try and pluck my splinter
with that plank sticking out of your eye
who are you to ask why who are you to criticize
who are you to go so far who in the hell do you think you are
who died and made you the boss of me
who granted you supreme authority
who are you to be so rude who do you think you're talking to
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got my ticket and i'm ready to set sail
'cause your memory likes to ride on my coattail
you drown in freedom while i smother in jail
but everything's gonna be alright now
a black cat crossed my path today
i looked at her and she looked away
gave a wink as if to say
girl, everything's gonna be alright now
i play the cards i've been delt
but i got a few tricks up my sleeve and under my belt
and i felt more alive than i've ever felt
when you rocked me in the rhythm of the ocean singing
everything's gonna be alright
you set me on fire but left me to smolder
so i keep looking over my shoulder
living my life like a shell shocked soldier
but everything's gonna be alright now
i play the cards i've been delt
but i got a few tricks up my sleeve and under my belt
and i felt more alive than i've ever felt
when you rocked me in the rhythm of the ocean singing
everything's gonna be alright
got my ticket and i'm ready to set sail
'cause your memory likes to ride on my coattail
standing in the middle of a pounding hail
but everything's gonna be alright now
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released November 2, 2002
Music and Lyrics written by ernie c ernst
Arranged by e.c.ernst & Britton Beisenherz
ernie c ernst - vox, acoustic guitar
Britton Beisenherz - electric guitar, bass, keys, treatments
John Scully - drums & percussion
Produced and Recorded by Britton Beisenherz
Recorded at Ramble Creek Studios (Austin, TX)
Assisted by Jess Farr & Joel Baumwart
Executive Producer - Joel Baumwart
Additional Musicians:
Dave Brittman - percussion (track 5)
Steven Collins - backup vocals (track 4)
Jess Farr - percussion (track 8)
Chris Forshage - electric guitar (track 4)
Tim Gibbons - electric guitar solo (track 6)
Warren Hood - fiddle (track 7)
John Pointer - cello (track 7)
Matt Sleusher - mandolin and acoustic lead (track 7)
Greg Utay - drums (track 8)