Lyrics
Room to Roam
Room to Roam
Lyrics by Jeb Lipson, Music by Jeb Lipson
© 2018 Jeb Lipson
You should have seen us in our prime
Not much money but all that time
And no place to call a home
But we had roam to roam
Before the three dogs and the kid
Before the mortgage and the home
Looking back at all we did when we had roam to roam
We seen the changes come around fast
Now I know nothing on this earth was meant to last
Before the good lord calls us home
We gotta find some roam to roam
You see that Wal-Mart standing there
Well I knew a covey called it home
And I used to hunt there with my dad
When we had roam to roam
We seen the changes come around fast
Now I know nothing on this earth was made to last
Before the good lord calls us home
We gotta find some roam to roam
Before the cable and the web
Before the email and the phone
We used to look into each other’s eyes
When we had roam to roam
We gotta find some roam to roam
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City of Angels
City of Angels
Lyrics by Jeb Lipson, Music by Jeb Lipson
© 2018 Jeb Lipson
Well I got the call just the other day
Good friend of mine was bound to die
I made my way, through the morning rush hour hell
Just in time to say goodbye
Been living in the same place
So long now I forget
City of angels, but I ain’t seen one yet
Get lost in work
Cover up them broken dreams
Till you forget the reason why
You moved out here in the first place
Year after year just marking time
Been living in the same place
So long now I forget
City of angels, but I ain’t seen one yet
Wednesday morning, ten AM
June thirteen twenty twelve
I swear I saw my first angel, I even held him in my arms
Been living in the same place
So long now I forget
City of angels, but I ain’t seen one yet
City of angels no I ain’t seen one yet
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Amen Emma
Amen Emma
Lyrics by Jeb Lipson, Music by Jeb Lipson
© 2018 Jeb Lipson
I watched you rise like a ray of hope
Over one more bloody mess
Nothing’s changed all forgotten in the wind
Till it happens again and again
Amen Emma unloading my guns
Meet you at the rivers edges on the other side
Where I’ll ford you on my back for the bridges I have burned
No I’m no angel but lord knows I could turn
They hold on tight for every little inch
To give up one thing means defeat
The blood trail’s thick don’t let it lead you off the path
The big money hides in them trees
Amen Emma unloading my guns
Meet you at the rivers edges on the other side
Where I’ll ford you on my back for the bridges I have burned
No I’m no angel but lord knows I could turn
You read their names on the evening news tonight
Your thoughts and prayers mean nothing
Amen Emma they’ll follow you now
To the rivers edge on the other side
Just shout it louder till the buildings start to sway
Before it happens one more time we have to find a way
We have to find a way
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No Tell ’Em Creek
No Tell ‘em Creek
Lyrics by Jeb Lipson, Music by Jeb Lipson
© 2018 Jeb Lipson
When this whole world’s got me backed down in the corner
And there ain’t no way I’m every gonna win
‘bout the only place I know in California
A man can go and feel whole once again
It’s not the fishin’ it’s the solitude I seek
Oh I know where I’m going no tell ‘em creek
Standing in the river I’ll start a thinkin’
If a tree falls ain’t no one there to hear
A perfect drift the tail out of a deep run
That old Hardy St George screaming in my ear
Bended cane in sunlight off the peak
Oh I know where I’m going no tell ‘em creek
It’s the night before I’m going and I can hardly sleep
A day spent on that water is a day that I can keep
Many have tried to trick me for the knowledge
They wear me down try and make me weak
If you’re takin’ names I’ll always say the same thing
Frenchman’s creek that’s if I even speak
’cause It’s not the fishin’ it’s the solitude I seek
Can’t tell you where I’m going no tell ‘em creek
I’ll never tell you where I’m going, no tell ‘em creek
Ssshhhh.
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American Prayer
American Prayer
Lyrics by Jeb Lipson, Music by Jeb Lipson
© 2018 Jeb Lipson
I’ll get down on my knees today
And Say a prayer the American way
A little bit self centered soon forgotten
We built this land on original sin
From the slave trade through the cotton gin
Is our blood stained past really so far behind us?
The things we don’t talk about
Things we won’t talk about
Things we can’t talk about
We built this land on original sin
The trail of tears and all the Indians
Rounded up like dogs onto reservations
Before to long we were doing it again
We built Manzanar for the kamikaze wind
Took our own and through ‘em, into cages
The things we don’t talk about
Things we won’t talk about
Things we can’t talk about
I’ll get down on my knees today
And say a prayer the American way
A little bit self centered soon forgotten
We built this land on original sin
So when we build that wall it’s gonna fit right in
Probably should have picked our own damn cotton
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Exit Wounds
I saw the first shot coming I felt no pain
Let you walk right in and fire again and again
I never knew I was wounded, till the day you walked away
Alone and bleeding on the ground still wounded to this day
Exit wounds are deadly they inflict the most pain
Hollow points or hollow promises the end result is the same
You never see it coming till it’s way too late
Rip apart your heart and soul and seal your lonely fate
Once a round’s inside you, you can almost count the days
Act as if there ain’t nothing wrong make believe she’ll stay
Eventually it comes oozing out, blood and bone fall to the floor
A little more from the corner of your mouth,
As she’s walkin’ out the door
Exit wounds are deadly they inflict the most pain
Hollow points or hollow promises one hundred and fifteen grain
You never see it coming till it’s way too late
Rip apart your heart and sound and seal your lonely fate
I know about a little boy he’s got no dad
The deadbeat left a couple years ago when things got a little bad
In his eyes there’s anger, in his eyes there’s pain
In his future there’s trouble, ain’t no sunshine only rain
Exit wounds are deadly they inflict the most pain
Hollow points or hollow promises the end result is the same
He never seen it coming and now it’s way too late
They ripped apart his heart and soul, sealed his lonely fate
I saw the first shot coming
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A Heart Called Home
A Heart Called Home
Lyrics by Jeb Lipson, Music by Jeb Lipson
© 2018 Jeb Lipson
I spent all my time searching
Looked in every woman’s eyes
For some kind of truth, but I found only lies
Still I kept on looking
Never knowing what I’d find
A little short on faith, and running out of time
And I’d look up in the sky at night couldn’t even see the moon
Gone into hiding, behind loneliness and gloom
And I’d all but given up on love
Was gonna spend my time alone
Then I looked into your eyes one day and found a heart called home
Now it ain’t always easy
Sometimes we fuss and fight
But at the end of every day, we always make things right
My mama told a story
It’s a heart that makes the home
No it ain’t about this building, or anything we own
Now I look up in the sky at night and I thank my lucky moon
Shining on our garden, always in full bloom
Cause I’d all but given up on love
Was gonna spend my time alone
Then I looked into your eyes one day and found a heart called home
I spent all that time searching.
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Old Blue Marantz
Old Blue Marantz
Lyrics by Jeb Lipson, Music by Jeb Lipson
© 2018 Jeb Lipson
When I look back to my first romance
Making love in the soft light of the old blue Marantz
Then I spent thirty years just trying to climb higher
Torn between right and a burning desire
Now my back’s on the ropes beginning to tire
Lost in a trance I look into the fire
Of the old blue Marantz with the broken off dial
Somewhere in that soft glow I still see your smile
It didn’t last long only a short while
I think as I turn that broken old dial
And I didn’t know then what has come to me slow
That was good as it gets we just didn’t know
Still my back’s on the ropes beginning to tire
Lost in a trance I look into the fire
Of the old blue Marantz with the broken off dial
Somewhere in that soft glow I still see your smile
That old Marantz still works like it should
Compared to the new stuff it sounds really good
All except for the dial and the lack of your smile
I have no plans for an upgrade I’m gonna keep it a while
With my back on the ropes way beyond tired
In super slow motion I dive into the fire
Of the old blue Marantz with the broken off dial
Somewhere in that soft glow I still see your smile
As George Harrison sings “It’s all too much”
I swear in that soft glow I long for your touch
That old blue Marantz
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Blow Baby Blow
Blow Baby Blow
Lyrics by Jeb Lipson, Music by Jeb Lipson
© 2018 Jeb Lipson
When big tornados, hit small towns
Everything in their path, they just knock it down
You’re a big tornado I’m standing right in the way
Gaining strength, come knock me down today and
Blow baby blow blow me away
Blow baby blow blow me away
Been the desert so long let your rain’s wash me away
And blow baby blow blow me away
Deep depressions become hurricanes
They pick up strength and oh how it rains
You’re the big one darling, I’m just low lying ground
Hit me with your leading edge you can let the rest go around and
Blow baby blow blow me away
Blow baby blow blow me away
Been the desert so long let your rain’s wash me away
And blow baby blow blow me away
Your weather patterns come faster and faster
I’m still boarded up from the last disaster
Lightening storms can be beautiful, on a desert night
Sit out on the front porch waiting for a flash of light
But they can be damn deadly, then again so can you
Duck and run inside when the heavy stuff finally rips through and
Blow baby blow blow me away
Blow baby blow blow me away
Been the desert so long let your rain’s wash me away
And blow baby blow blow me away
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Fallin’ Rain
Fallin’ Rain
Lyrics by Jeb Lipson, Music by Jeb Lipson
© 2018 Jeb Lipson
Every minute is a gift still I waste most of mine
Think I’d daydream my whole life away if I could find the time
I stare out my window in vain mesmerized by the rhythmic refrain
Of the fallin’ rain fallin’ rain yeah
Each hour has a half-life, of instant decay
Like raindrops on the sill seconds tick time away
Regrets often merge into pain when you make the same mistakes again and again like
Fallin’ rain, fallin rain yeah
And I never could much keep track of time
No I never could distinguish with her
What’s mine in time
I find
Every day feels eternal still they all slip away
Though they feel a whole lot longer since she went away
I softly whisper her name
Only answer I hear, is the
Fallin’ rain fallin’ rain yeah fallin rain
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Your Own Santa Anna
Your Own Santa Anna
Lyrics by Jeb Lipson, Music by Jeb Lipson
© 2018 Jeb Lipson
I sit out on the front porch
Let the evening begin
I listen to that old oak tree try and argue with the wind
Lately you don’t cross my path
You still cross my mind
When I reflect on back a simple truth I find
You hold your own Santa Anna deep within
Then just like a wild fire baby here comes the wind
Oh I could feel the storm a comin’ but I could not hide
Like somewhere over Omaha when two fronts collide
And they may tangle for a while but
They’ll pass on through
I could always run away from trouble I could not run from you
I know your own Santa Anna it dries my skin
Yeah just like a wild fire baby here comes he wind
Wind like a woman, relentless now and then
Just like that woman she’ll break that tree or that man if she can
I sit out on the front porch,
Let the evening begin
I wanna tell that old oak tree
You’ll never win
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Woken By the Wind
Woken by the Wind
Lyrics by Jeb Lipson, Music by Jeb Lipson
© 2018 Jeb Lipson
They say the winds of change come slow
I reckon I’m the rule
Exception of the other night realize I’m the fool
And all that time wasted all that time gone
I look around at all the pieces on the ground
Figure out where to begin
On the stillest of nights in a lonely room
I was woken by the wind
On the stillest of nights in a lonely room,
I was woken by the wind
Without a lot of story
It’s fair I’ve been wrong
I let some good things slip away
Pretended far to long
When life gets like a tangled old fishing line
Best to cut loose before you begin
On the stillest of nights, in a lonely room
I was woken by the wind
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On the stillest of nights, in a lonely room,
I was woken by the wind
Musicians: Jeb Lipson, John O'Kennedy, Nathan Kent, Lynn Coulter, Carla Olsen, Ted Russell Kamp, Winston A. Watson Jr., Ted Owens, Dale LaDuke, Mikal Reid, Marrque Nunley, Jeff LeGore, Keith Hollis
Recorded at BigScaryTree Studios, Sunland, California. Engineered by Dan Heck, Jeb Lipson, Nathan Kent. Mixed by Mikal Reid and Scott Peets.