1. She Changed Her Mind Jeb Lipson 2:59
  2. Pocket Knife Jeb Lipson 3:57
  3. Man Over There Jeb Lipson 3:26
  4. Lost Souls, Lost and Found Jeb Lipson 2:50
  5. Drowning on Dry Land Jeb Lipson 2:45
  6. Death Row Jesus Jeb Lipson 3:19
  7. Dress Rehearsal Jeb Lipson 3:21
  8. 'Tis of Thee Jeb Lipson 3:57
  9. I'm Easy Jeb Lipson 2:45
  10. Broken Promised Land Jeb Lipson 4:19
  11. Measure of a Man Jeb Lipson 3:12
  12. Heat Lightning Jeb Lipson 3:14

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

 

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Patina (2013)

Genres : Alt. Country, Americana, Folk, Rock
Format : CD