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

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

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

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

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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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

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

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

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

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

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

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