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Wide Open
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Steve Brown
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Chaos Rules
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Steve Brown
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Sweet Jesus
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Steve Brown
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Always Be In Love
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Steve Brown
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Coming Around Again
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Steve Brown
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| Prozac Garden | Steve Brown | Lyrics Buy Now |
| Alone | JP Levins | Lyrics Buy Now |
| Telling Stories | Steve Brown | Lyrics Buy Now |
| 114 Miles | Steve Brown | Lyrics Buy Now |
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Flowers Never Bend With the
Rainfall
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Paul Simon
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A summer breeze, a road wide open, a coffee black,
a flat-line view
A wrinkled roadmap for direction on a dashboard faded blue
An AM radio companion that you try not to listen to
As you think about the things you're running from, and the things you're
running to.
Used to be with your arms wide open, when everything, it made sense to
you.
Those days are gone and now you're feeling like somebody lit the fuse.
The yellow lines along the freeway could lead the way to where you're
bound.
Just the same they could misguide you, after all it's only paint thrown
on the ground.
So on the wheel your hands they tighten, your heart and head begin to
pound.
Just the echo in your ears telling you it's not too late to turn around.
Used to be with your arms wide open, when everything, it made sense to
you.
Now a summer breeze and a road wide open seem the only thing that's real
and true.
So you've turned the whole thing over, wrestled with all points of view.
It's still a standoff of your heart and your head, instinct is the choice
left up to you
So when you see your chance you take it, you know chances are too few.
And you don't know how much highway you got left in front of you.
Used to be with your arms wide open, when everything, it made sense to
you.
Now a summer breeze and a road wide open seem the only thing that's real
and true.
Written by Steve Brown © 2002, Flare Gun Music (BMI)
Your life can really change if you drop back to punt,
If you kiss goodbye to calculation, pull your crazy stunt.
Sometimes you're stuck on solid ground, sometimes forever on the run.
When life is pulling you around all you can do is hold on.
The best-laid plans of mice and men, sometimes they go astray.
Chaos rules baby, chaos rules the day.
It's always going to be that way, so come outside and play.
The stinging bumblebees of fear are always circling around.
They'll keep on buzzing in your ear until the drone becomes a sound
That you don't recognize at all because it's always around.
Don't give in to fear of consequences, beat the bastards down.
The best-laid plans of mice and men, sometimes they go astray.
Chaos rules baby, chaos rules the day.
It's always going to be that way, so come outside and play.
Me and you, c'mon, you know someday it's gonna have to end.
We've got this time and time is money that we're going to have to spend.
See, the bank will try and break you, so you're going to have to bend.
Learn to live with the uncertainty and it becomes your friend.
The best-laid plans of mice and men, sometimes they go astray.
Chaos rules baby, chaos rules the day.
It's always going to be that way, so come outside and play.
Written by Steve Brown © 2002, Flare Gun Music (BMI)
Woke up this morning, I had to put my coffee down.
It seemed was still dreaming, I didn't recognize anything around.
You know, getting older, it ain't an easy thing to do.
These weights on your shoulder, they sometimes get the best of you.
It used to be so easy to color in between the lines.
Now it's harder you know I screw this picture up sometimes.
The rules keep changing; I gotta learn things all over again.
You know, it's crazy when you don't know now what you did know then.
Oh, sweet Jesus won't you call me by my given name.
Lord, help me 'cause it seems I've fallen down again.
God, save me from these things that got my number down.
Oh, sweet Jesus tell me when am I gonna come around?
Time, it's magic; it always seems to disappear somehow.
What you need is a rabbit to pull out of your hat and make you happy now.
You know, it's likely there'll be a few more wrinkles in this plot,
So tiptoe kinda' lightly, but at the same time give it all you got.
Oh, sweet Jesus won't you call me by my given name.
Lord, help me 'cause it seems I've fallen down again.
God, save me from these things that got my number down.
Oh, sweet Jesus tell me when am I gonna come around?
Written by Steve Brown © 2002, Flare Gun Music (BMI)
I knew the day I met you that you were the one.
I think you knew the same about me too.
Our world was spinning almost out of control.
We let it spin the way young lovers do.
Laying out the plans we had for our lives,
There couldn't be more hours in the day.
Just what we both were feeling, we couldn't describe,
But we prayed that it would never go away.
We didn't have a care and we were walking on air
With one thing that we both knew.
I would always be in love with you.
The days turned into months and months into years.
The reckless pace of new love settled down.
When the dust had settled and we still had no fear,
So satisfied in who we both had found.
When I asked you to be mine, I meant until the end of time.
What I really meant when I said, "I do"
Was I would always be in love with you.
Each night I look up to the sky,
And thank the stars for you and I.
We've gotten to the point where it feels all right.
You're comfortable with me and me with you.
But lately something's keeping you up at night.
You're wondering if my bell still tolls for you.
Girl, if my love's a clumsy gong then this is where that sound belongs.
If there's one thing that still rings true,
It's I will always be in love with you.
When all the metal turns to rust, when all the rocks turn into dust,
This one thing won't fade, girl, it's true.
I will always be in love with you.
Written by Steve Brown © 2002, Flare Gun Music (BMI)
Is that you? It's been way too long, I know.
What did you do when you took off eighteen months ago?
Worked your way back from a fragile ghost;
And rough seas to tack with a broken map on an unsure coast.
And I almost can't believe my eyes.
It's such a nice surprise
You're coming around again.
It's a matter of degrees, what it takes to just get out of bed.
When you're on your knees, but they don't even hurt compared to your head.
Gravity, it seems impossible to find,
When the apple in your tree has fallen to the ground and rotten to the
rind.
And I'm so glad you've broken free.
At least it looks that way to me.
I'm glad you're coming around again.
So now you're here and you're gaining on the scars of feeling burned.
You're burying that fear (of all the lessons you still haven't learned).
The light in your eyes, it's reminding me of how you used to be,
Before you recognized that life had a lock or two without a key.
And I'm so glad you've beat this down,
So glad you've turned your thing around.
I know you're coming around again.
Written by Steve Brown © 2002, Flare Gun Music (BMI)
The alarm went off this morning and she just pulled out the plug.
Like all her other problems, she'll sweep it right under the rug.
No one said it would be easy, all the sleepless nights and sleepy days.
Sometimes sailing on the cool wild water, sometimes crashing down like
the waves.
But today the sun in shining and her smile she cannot hide.
She's feeling too good now for sleeping, gonna get herself outside.
She's gonna plant herself a garden 'cause the medication's kicking in.
She likes to watch the flowers growing, makes her feel brand new again.
She's gonna spend a lot of money, she's gonna drink a lot of wine.
She's gonna talk to everybody, 'cause sometimes she's feeling fine.
She's gonna hide under the covers, she's gonna pack her things and go.
She's gonna cry some tears for nothing 'cause sometimes she's feeling
low.
But today the sun in shining and her smile she cannot hide.
She's feeling too good now for sleeping, gonna get herself outside.
She's gonna plant herself a garden 'cause the medication's kicking in.
She likes to watch her flowers growing, makes her feel brand new again.
Written by Steve Brown © 2002, Flare Gun Music (BMI)
Alone is all I ever knew and it's all because of you
And your master plan to take control.
There's a fire burning deep inside and still I wonder why
You have to do the things you do.
I'm aware of your plan to take control of a man
You made weak but who's got a heart of stone.
Alone, I feel I play the part of a man with a broken heart.
I ran faster than I should until I came upon the woods
And I stopped there to collect my thoughts.
I took a walk around a big oak tree; it was looking down at me.
It smiled and said, "You've done no wrong."
Just suppose there's nothing wrong and in my mind I'm going off,
"I'm just a freak and that's all I'll ever be."
Alone I feel I play the part of a man with a broken heart.
Too old to run, too old to dream
alone.
Too old to care, 'cause when my mind's not there
In the back of my head I still feel I'm alone.
But in my head I know I'm home.
Written by JP Levins © 2002, Flare Gun Music (BMI)
Everything I said has fallen to a photograph in a book I read.
It's open to the page where I had scribbled in the margins
And showed my first feelings for you.
Everything I wrote has fallen to a jewelry box with your goodbye note.
It's taken off the ring that I had worn around my finger
To show my commitment to you.
I'm telling stories about a man who chased his words.
He spent a lifetime crying 'til he learned what he had heard.
All those times you'd sing and listen to the radio while the phone would
ring.
Their words were left unsaid while you would daydream of a singing star
And tap your feet soft on the floor.
I'm telling stories about a man who chased his words.
He spent a lifetime crying 'til he learned what he had heard.
Why does it never stop when you want it to?
There's only one thing I'm left to do.
I'm telling stories about a man who chased his words.
He spent a lifetime crying 'til he learned what he had heard.
Written by Steve Brown © 2002, Flare Gun Music (BMI)
Special thanks to Tim Schaffler.
There's a 114 miles of interstate from my back porch to your front door
And I've made the trip so many times before.
I'm getting tired of the mileage on my car while you try and figure out
just who you are.
Lately, baby, when I'm looking in your eyes I'm seeing things I don't
recognize.
So tell me, baby, are we just wasting time?
And I'll save the gas, you can save the dime.
You can say that you still want me. I don't believe it but I'll try.
All those things come back to haunt me when your smile doesn't reach your
eyes.
There's a 114 miles to think about the mood that you'll be in tonight
And the times you laugh and the times you cry.
I'm getting tired of the windshield wiper whine while your voice is echoing
in my mind.
You can say that you still love me. I don't believe it but I'll try.
You can say no one's above me, but your smile doesn't reach your eyes.
You can say that you still want me. I don't believe it but I'll try.
All those things come back to haunt me when your smile doesn't reach your
eyes.
There's a 114 miles of Interstate from my back porch to your front door.
And I ain't gonna make the trip no more.
I'm getting tired of the tollbooth and the time while you try and figure
out
If you want me in your life.
Lately, baby, when I hear the telephone I just pretend that I'm not home.
And I press rewind on my answering machine, six or seven times; I don't
know what you mean.
Written by Steve Brown © 2002, Flare Gun Music (BMI)
Through the corridors of sleep, past the shadows dark and deep
My mind dances and leaps in confusion.
I don't know what is real; I can't touch what I feel
And I hide behind the shield of my illusion.
So I will continue to continue to pretend my life will never end
And flowers never bend with the rainfall.
The mirror on my wall casts an image dark and small
But I'm not sure at all it's my reflection.
I am blinded by the light of God and truth and might
And I wander in the night without direction.
So I will continue to continue to pretend my life will never end
And flowers never bend with the rainfall.
It's no matter if you're born to play the Queen or pawn
For the line is thinly drawn between joy and sorrow.
So my fantasy, it becomes reality and I must be what I must be and face
tomorrow.
So I will continue to continue to pretend my life will never end
And flowers never bend with the rainfall.
Written by Paul Simon © Paul Simon Music