Thursday, September 14, 2017

RAPPING TELELPHONE LINE




(meditation for Adam Yauch)

Minds
Like telephone lines
Easy to find
Even in broad daylight
Get High
Like telephone lines
Easy to find our souls...
Find
Your telephone line
Our moment in time
Here in the fine white line
Try
Meditative mind
It's easy to find our souls...

In Time
You tried to design
A filament so fine
That we could speak our minds
This time
In your decline
You helped us find our souls...

Whipping up this lightning storm

(If you have the)Time
Please get in line
And we'll make it shine
Even in darkest night
Goodbye
Rapping telephone line
From all of our hearts and minds

© Chris LeRoy May 4, 2012
Published by New West Crash Music/ASCAP

CALIFORNIA, HOW I LOVE YOU


I came from a bowl of dust
Each and every morning
This the land in which we trust
Each and every morning
Sometimes grab a hand to help me round
Until the break of day

Coming here from far and near
Each and every morning
Dreams that never disappear
Each and
every morning
Climbing through grapevine into town
Like a getaway

California, How I love you
Come to understand
There’s no master plan

Might come from a broken home
Each and every morning
Might have traveled far alone
Each and every morning
Here because I need to settle down
By the break of day

California, How I love you
Come to understand
Blue sky cross the land
There’s no master plan (2-3-4)

Used to need the do re mi
Each and every morning
Man, that’s part of history
Each and every morning
Nowadays I’m not the only one
In California sun

I could be your hand me down
Each and every morning
Quiet like the bluebirds sound
Each and every morning
And I could be be the one to help you round
Each and every day

California, How I love you
Come to understand
Blue skies cross the land (repeat chorus)
There’s no master plan
Blue sky cross the land
Goodbye Birmingham

© 2017 Chris LeRoy/
Published by New West Crash Music /ASCAP

TURN AROUND




Hand that fans a debt list
Hand that fans a flame
Hand that makes a cold fist
Hand that knows your name
Who would grant a madman
The Power and The Pain?
Who would let a monster
Into this house again?
Turn around round round
Turn around, just around the bend

Eyes that burn like candles
Eyes that burn like flame
Eyes that stare unblinking
Eyes that know your name
Who would grant a madman
The Power and The Pain?
Who would let a monster
Into this house again?
Turn around round round
Turn around round round
Turn around, just around the bend

Heart that’s torn and empty
Heart that feels no pain
Heart that gave out long ago
Heart that knows your name
Who would grant a madman
The Power over Pain?
Who would let a monster
Into this house again?
Turn around round round
Turn around round round
Turn around, just around the bend

© 2017 Chris LeRoy/
Published by New West Crash Music /ASCAP

PICK IT UP





Headed to the march  - Pick me up
You know its been a very long time
Straight into the crossfire - Pick me up
It gonna be a long, long line
Everybody singing but its not enough
Every bell is ringing but its not enough
Everybody talks a good line

Somebody’s down just PICK UM UP
Gonna be a real long climb
Someone drops the flag just PICK IT UP
Gonna wave a really long time, TIME
    
Straight into the crossfire - Pick me upYou know its been a very long time
They don’t need a bonfire- Pick it up
Just get me to the church on time
Everybody singing but its not enough
Every bell is ringing but its not enough
Everybody talks a good line

CHORUS  (E BREAK - solo)

Someone knocked me down -
You helped me up
Taught me that the sun gonna shine
Can’t hold us together in a broken cup
It gonna be a long, long, long line
Everybody singing but its not enough
Every bell is ringing but its not enough
Everybody talks a good line

Someone knocks you down just PICK IT UP
Gonna be a real long climb
Someone drops the flag just PICK IT UP
Gonna wave a really long time
Someone fallin down just PICK UM UP
Gonna be a real steep climb
Someone drops the flag just PICK IT UP
Gonna wave a really long time, time

© 2017 Chris LeRoy/
Published by New West Crash Music /ASCAP

LAST THREE SONGS



Good morning
Where the drink is strong
Where the house is empty
Notebooks thrown around
There’s an empty page
Where the clouds belong
Working on my last three songs…
Good morning
How the story goes
Streets of walking mannequins 
Beneath their clothes
I find an open field
With bluebirds gone
Working on my last three songs…


And the first one
Makes a difference
And the next one
Always makes me cry
But this one
Rise up like the sun
Sun (Like the sun) 
Like the sun

Good morning
Goodness sakes alive
If I keep on moving
I will stay alive
From my Happy Times
To where All Rivers Collide
Working on my last three songs…

And the first one
Makes the difference
And the next one
Always makes me cry
But this one
Will rise up like the sun
Sun (Like the sun) 
Sun - Like the Sun

Good morning
No matter what you did
Everything created
Ends up like your kid
Like a parent starving 
For a goodbye kiss
You’re waiting on these last three songs…

And the first one
Makes a difference
And the next one
Always makes you cry
But this one
Will rise up like the sun
Sun  (Like the sun) 
Sun

© 2017 Chris LeRoy/
Published by New West Crash Music /ASCAP

GRENADE



Let me be clear about this said the man who was made
Let me be clear about this said the man who was made
What I hold in my hand
This is not a grenade

When he stepped to the podium
50 men in the shade
When he stepped to the podium
50 men in the shade
50 men are forbidden
To set eyes on the grenade

Well it fire or its brimstone til the preachers been paid
Well it fire or its brimstone til the preachers been paid
Keep this man from the precipice
He might have a grenade

Seven doctors walked quiet
And they left the parade
Seven doctors walked quiet
And they left the parade
It’s the best you can do when you see a grenade

When the general left town
Only staff people stayed
When the general left town
Only staff people stayed
They have to love and nurture
And learn to live with a grenade

Well my TV set’s wide-eyed
And the stars are turning gray
Well my TV set’s wild-eyed
And the stars are turning gray
When I look out my window
See the nighttime turn to day
Learn to live with a grenade

© 2017 Chris LeRoy
Published by New West Crash Music/ASCAP

WALK THAT LINE


first, the night, the rain, the blinding from the right
our window frame, insistent yellow light
they know our names
they know we are inside

next, the dark, the rain, the hollow dogs that bark
they hate the night, 

they bark because they bite
they watch the wall,
before the shadows part

who’s gonna walk that line?

then, the sky, the rain, the crying of a child
a mother sighs
nowhere left to hide
they know our names
they know we are inside
    a world could be in flames
    they only know our names

who’s gonna walk that line?

last, the start, the rain, the beating of our hearts
a family kneels, a doorway down the hall
a last reveal and then a curtain call
    the world could be in flames
    they only know our names

who’s gonna walk that line?

the world can be in flames
in other news around the nation
investigation
initiation

© 2017 Chris LeRoy/
Published by New West Crash Music /ASCAP