Lyrics
She Changed Her Mind
She Changed Her Mind
Lyrics by Jeb Lipson, Music by Jeb Lipson
© 2013 Jeb Lipson all rights reserved
She Changed Her Mind
There goes a good thing it’s plain to see
Can’t find a reason she chose to be free
She’s not cruel she’s not unkind she didn’t really lie she just changed her mind
Dot’s her eyes crosses her T’s I read her letter fell down on my knees
She’s not cruel she’s not unkind she didn’t really lie she just changed her mind
She cut t quick cut it fast cut the love that I thought would last
Cut t deep cut it clean she held her ground but she wasn’t mean
Promised me nothing she kept her word
Told me she loved me once guess that’s all I heard
She’s not cruel she’s not unkind she never really lied she just changed her mind
Pocket Knife
Pocket Knife
Lyrics by Jeb Lipson, Music by Jeb Lipson
© 2013 Jeb Lipson all rights reserved
I Got this old timer knife, my daddy carried it all his life
Gave it to me on his dyin’ bed, and I keep thinkin’ about what he said.
Take this old pocket knife and carve your name on the tree of life
It’s alright to cut against the grain
That’ll make all the difference so when everything’s all said and done
Someday it’s all that will remain
That knife’s seen better days, busted hinge a patina glaze
I take it with me about everywhere could buy a better one but I don’t care
Take this old pocket knife and carve your name on the tree of life
It’s alright to cut against the grain
That’ll make all the difference son, look at me I’m no chosen one
Keep cutting don’t worry about the pain
Come sit beside me boy I wanna give you a grown up toy
It was my daddy’s now I’m giving it to you only one thing that i ask you do
Take this old pocket knife and carve your name on the tree of life
It’s alright to cut against the grain
That’ll make all the difference son when everything’s all said and done
Someday you tell your son the same
Man Over There
Man Over There
Lyrics by Jeb Lipson, Music by Jeb Lipson
© 2013 Jeb Lipson all rights reserved
It’s springtime in the city I’m a million miles away
I bet she’s lookin’ pretty I wish I was there
I serve my country in a time when nobody cares
I’m no hero just a man over there
Well I don’t see any action no I don’t risk my neck
I joined the army right outta high school
There were no jobs so what the heck
I serve my country in a time when nobody cares
I’m no hero I’m just a man over there
It’s lunchtime in the big tent I’m a little bit behind
Welding plating on all the hummers takes up all my time
It’s springtime in the city still a million miles away
I ain’t asking for your pity but at the end of your day
When you lay down on your pillow say a little prayer
I’m no hero just a man over there
Lost Souls Lost And Found
Lost Souls Lost And Found
Lyrics by Jeb Lipson, Music by Jeb Lipson
© 2013 Jeb Lipson all rights reserved
In the summer you can smell the Tucson rain
Ain’t no tellin’ what I ever hoped to gain
But it’s gathering on the ground in a hole where love could abound leaves me lookin’ for the lost souls lost and found
If you knew me you could see it in my eyes
Might take a minute but you’ll recognize the disguise
You feel just like me every time the sun goes down
We’re all lookin’ for the lost souls lost and found
And the best that you can do try to make yourself feel fine shut out the truth and stay blind
California in the wintertime it snows
Down in the city it’s like no one even knows
And I’m trying to get out of town but I’m stuck just driving around looking’ for the lost souls lost and found
Drowning On Dry Land
Drowning On Dry Land
Lyrics by Jeb Lipson, Music by Jeb Lipson
© 2013 Jeb Lipson all rights reserved
I’m Drowning on dry land I’m drowning on dry land
I can’t breathe when you take my hand
cause you take my breath away you take my breath away you take my breath away
I’m floating off the ground i’m floating off the ground
I don’t need my feet when you’re around
cause you take my breath away you take my breath away you take my breath away
and i’m shakin’ in my skin i’m shakin’ in my skin
I can’t find the right words to begin
except you take my breath away you take my breath away you take my breath away
Death Row Jesus
Death Row Jesus
Lyrics by Jeb Lipson, Music by Jeb Lipson
© 2013 Jeb Lipson all rights reserved
Well I care about starving children everywhere
But I have no higher power only purpose to share
So if you’re trying to find Jesus I heard these days citing’s are rare
Try the rehab on my corner
All the junkies’ find him there
I can’t care about a war for oil with no terrorist ties
But I have no higher power only purpose to expose your lies
So if you’re trying to find Jesus
And you’re lost in total despair
Try a morning coffee shop meeting
All the drunkards find him there
If you’re looking for something to do
Before you kneel down and pray
Serve the bum on your corner a meal
And show him the way
Then if you really can’t find Jesus
I gotta say I really don’t care
Look on death row up at San Quentin
Cause every inmate finds him there
Dress Rehearsal
Dress Rehearsal
Lyrics by Jeb Lipson, Music by Jeb Lipson
© 2013 Jeb Lipson all rights reserved
Dry your eyes baby don’t keep the sheriff waiting
Hanging around here with the neighbors looking on just feels so degrading
Our troubles began on the courthouse steps there goes the house and the land
Bought by the same men sent the jobs away who put our lives in their hands
We looked away from trouble as if we were all going blind
They had a Dress rehearsal for our parents was back in 1929
Fill up the tank she said baby my credit card’s been declined
At 4.29 a gallon that old truck’s robbing us blind
We looked away from trouble as if we were too blind to see
The first dress rehearsal I remember was back in 1973
Ain’t no use pretending hang around here all day
The clean up’s been done for almost a year ain’t much more we can say
We looked away from trouble as if we were all going blind
The dress rehearsal in Alaska was back in 1989
Dry you eyes baby we can’t keep the sheriff waiting
’Tis of Thee
‘Tis of Thee
Lyrics by Jeb Lipson, Music by Jeb Lipson
© 2013 Jeb Lipson all rights reserved
If you can’t see I don’t know I am not your eyes
If you can’t tell I don’t know deceptions from lies
The emperor stands naked undressed by those who see
Young men dying in foreign lands my country ’tis of thee
If you can’t hear I don’t know I am not your ears
If you can’t tell I don’t know they’re playing off our fears
The country stands divided as far as i can see
Young men dying in foreign lands my country ’tis of thee
If you can’t speak I don’t know I am not your voice
If you don’t feel I don’t know there’s a better choice
If Arlington is a whisper section 60 screams
Young men dying in foreign lands my country ’tis of thee
I’m Easy
I’m Easy
Lyrics by Jeb Lipson, Music by Jeb Lipson
© 2013 Jeb Lipson all rights reserved
Give me one reason and i’ll go right now
Or give me one reason and i’ll stay
I’m easy I got no plan easy i’m your easy man
Give me one dollar and i’ll buy a beer
On second thought maybe I won’t
I’m easy I got no plan easy I’m your easy man
I know I should be busy but I lay around
And I know someday i’m gonna pay
But I’m easy I got no plan easy I’m your easy man
Broken Promised Land
Broken Promised Land
Lyrics by Jeb Lipson, Music by Jeb Lipson
© 2013 Jeb Lipson all rights reserved
Pack up the wagon it’s time that we go out route 66 into the great wide unknown
Chasing ghosts of our father who had nothing left to burn
Born by the Red they all dies by the Kern
And LA would have been nice but they couldn’t cross that line
No out of work Okies aloud past Grapevine
So they headed back north and they settled on in
The journey’s but ended the nightmare begins
In a broken promised land a heart and a soul and two out of work hands
No food on the table and no money there to earn
A long way from the Red slowly dying by the Kern
But by God’s grace a little work some called red
Results over ideology got them fed
Most made it through and there’s a lesson there to learn
Born by the Red now thriving by the Kern
In a broken promised land a heart and a soul and two overworked hands
Just look at us now on the old interstate
Between the Beemer and the Lexus with the vanity plates
And your cancer has come back and they it’s probably too late
Was one heavy world we tried to turn
Are we leaving the Red just to die by the Kern
In a broken promised land a heart with a big hole and two pray to God hands
And good medical care beyond the reach of most men
Ideology over results once again
Outside Cedar Sinai the ghost of Tom Joad
Is inside me and he’s angry strung out from the road
Measure of A Man
Measure Of A Man
Lyrics by Jeb Lipson, Music by Jeb Lipson
© 2013 Jeb Lipson all rights reserved
We gathered by your side with little hope we watched and waited
Your breathing as our guide the circle’s now about completed
And I don’t claim to know the measure of a man
We’re all just holding on doing what we can
With thoughts so deep I feel like I could drown
That’s just how these things go down
I tried to make it right say all the things I’d held inside me
In the dying of the light without a hope in hell that you’d hear
Now I don’t claim to fit your measure of a man
I’m still holding on trying to find a plan
Thoughts so dark I can barely see the light
It’s all wrong but that’s all right
shock and disbelief denial bargaining guilt and anger depression acceptance and hope..
I wasn’t there that night I was laying in the next room over
A flash of pale blue light I felt the weight roll off my shoulders
And now I understand the measure of a man
I’m still holding on doing the best i can
Thoughts so cold it’s chilling to the bone
I’m not lonely I’m alone
Heat Lightning
Heat Lightning
Lyrics by Jeb Lipson, Music by Jeb Lipson
© 2013 Jeb Lipson all rights reserved
Heat lightning never any thunder
Not a cloud in the sky it ain’t even gonna rain
But it needs to and i’m wishing that it would
All this hot sticky air is driving me insane
I went fishing underneath a bridge
Caught a sheephead in the dark and I ripped them stones from his brain
Another midwest muggie midnight you could almost cut it with a knife
And I watched my friends grow up around me still ain’t done a thing with my life
AM static Tigers and the Twins eleventh inning seems nobody’s gonna win
And old glory hanging limp at center field like my story
There will be no favorites for the wind
Another midwest muggie midnight you could almost cut it with a knife
And I watched my friends grow up around me
I still ain’t done a thing with my life
Heat lightning never any thunder
Not a cloud in the sky it ain’t even gonna rain