Baby Your Time's Here Too
Featuring guest vocals by Brad Brooks and Megan Slankard Joel Streeter: Acoustic and Electric Guitars Jerry Becker: Bass, Electric Guitars, Guitar Solo, Keyboards Jim Bogios: Drums
LYRICS:
Beauty succumbs to the ages. Slowly we're turning the pages.
Like everyone you ever knew, baby your time's here, too.
Secrets we speak to each other; meaning is left to discover.
Grey skies changing to blue, baby your time's here, too.
And if you want to talk about it wake me when you're through.
The future happens anyway despite the way I care for you.
You have no clue.
Help me take a moment to forget the past is lost.
Drink the water underneath the bridges we have crossed.
Like a Bird in Its Gilded Cage
Joel Streeter: Acoustic and Electric GuitarsJerry Becker: BassJames Deprato: Electric Slide Guitar
Matt Henry Cunitz: Hammond B3Jim Bogios: DrumsGeorge Becker: Ukulele
LYRICS:
What you want is a bird in its gilded cage; a fortress around the cathedral
high on a hill while the buildings blaze. The damage is done when you leave it alone,
sitting upon your throne.
But you, you're high on another God. I caught it from you,
like a bird in its gilded cage.
On and on like the fences we have raised. A casual moment of reason
slips past your mind like a ghost parade. A voice in the air the feels like the cold
rustling your overcoat.
But you, you're high on another God. I caught it from you,
like a bird in its gilded cage.
Joel Streeter: Acoustic and Electric GuitarsJerry Becker: BassJames Deprato: Electric GuitarMatt Henry Cunitz: Hammond B3, Liberty CarollonJeff Symonds: PianoJim Bogios: Drums
LYRICS:
All your life you're living on your knees; go to work, go to sleep,
waiting for your opportunity. Once you know it, then you'll see.
Wait in line just to play her game. Once you're waiting you still feel the same.
Wanting more than you know is wise. See it all when you close your eyes.
What's the purpose of your daily dose? You say it's worthless but you keep it close.
See her withering just like a rose. Once your flower is now unknown.
Wait in line just to play her game. Once you're waiting you still feel the same.
Wanting more than you know is wise. See it all when you close your eyes.
Joel Streeter: Acoustic GuitarMax Delaney: Electric GuitarJerry Becker: Bass, PianoMatt Henry Cunitz: SynthsJim Bogios: Drums
LYRICS:
In the morning when I saw your face there,
it was like it had been there all along.
And when you blinked your eyes it was like a paradise of
all the mornings yet to come.
Molly, your photography is all I see.
Come to me, you know that I love you.
But in the evening when you flew away from me
it was like you had before.
And now your smile's aflame, but it hides behind the frame of
your picture by my door.
Molly, the evening passes by, the morning seems so shy for you and me.
Joel Streeter: Acoustic Guitars Jerry Becker: Bass, Electric Guitars, Piano, Moog Synth Eric Kurtzrock: Drums
LYRICS:
Always hits you in a moment; staring out in a solitary gaze.
It gets you down and loses the amusement
when you find there's no purple in your haze. That's just a story
of a glamorous confusion; a universe that falls on you like rain;
a lucky curse of endless situations playing out in circles in your brain.
That's just a story.
So pull me up and I'll tell you now, there's a feeling we can't ease.
It comes and goes in my like the air we breathe. It's a permanent release.
And you know it's an illusion; the reflection that lingers in the wine
of a face lost in salutations with a smile that's fading over time.
That's just a story.
They tell you once but you will find it out in a glimpse of clarity
that comes and goes in me like the air we breathe.
It's a permanent release growing deep inside of me.
Joel Streeter: Acoustic Guitars, Percussion
Jerry Becker: Bass, Electric Guitars, KeysEric Kurtzrock: Drums
LYRICS:
And this might be the last thing you're ever gonna hear, but oh now I doubt it.
And if it is, well, I'm sorry I had nothing better to say.
Whoa, yeah I'm a fake.
I try to find a way to stay living. I count each second in the day.
But our reality is unforgiving. But it's hard for me to say.
Another Monday on cable now, the capital brigade; whoa I think I know him
like I know my cereal, my clothing brand, myself on a bad day.
Whoa, yeah I'm a fake.