The Adventures of Captain Gnarly (Unreleased, Cyrus 2015)
Captain Gnarly and his gang of rascals and thieves they pillaged and plundered across the Seven Seas. Gnarly had a sword embroidered with silver and gold and a beard full of knots and a mouth full of mold.
One night under a big yellow moon once all the grog was gone the pirates looked up and saw that the fog stretched a thousand miles long. When suddenly a terrible creature erupted from the sea. Its scales were black but its teeth did glow and with blood red eyes it let out a scream. Then Captain Gnarly said, “Ready the guns men and hoist the sails. We fight ’till we die or until we prevail. So ready, aim, fire!”
Captain Gnarly and his gang of rascals and thieves, you better believe that they battled that beast ‘cross all Seven Seas. The pirates fired their last cannonball but the beast would not die so Gnarly grabbed his sword and then he threw it right between that monster’s eyes.
The sea serpent slipped back into the sea and thus the battle was won. So Captain Gnarly and his gang of rascals and thieves, into the storm they sailed on.
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Ain’t It a Shame (Ukulele Boy, Cyrus 2013)
I don’t know where I’m going. All I know is that I gotta get there soon. I don’t know where I’m going. All I know is that I gotta get there, gotta get to you.
You girl, you got me going. How’d you get me going like you do? You girl, you got me going dancing like you do.
Keep on dancing girl and keep it light. Keep on dancing all day and all night. Go up, down, spin around then back again. Ain’t it a shame to stay just friends?
I don’t know what I’m doing, don’t know what I’m doing here with you. I don’t know what you’re doing. Why’d you come with such a fool?
Do you even realize what you’ve done? You girl shine brighter than the mid day sun. So can you let me know? How far can this thing go?
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The Bitch Song (Scalawag Cove, Cyrus 2014)
You put the poison into my veins back when you used to bite my neck. You’re like bourbon on the brain. You’re just a little bit too much to digest.
I can see right through what you’re trying to do to me. I might be alone but I don’t need your company. Nothing can get better if we find ourselves together, oh the weather gets so rough. I’ve had enough.
I don’t want to hear what you have to say about this and that and back then. Tell me baby why I’d ever be so crazy as to go to back to you again and I don’t want to hear what you have to say about this and that and back then. The sun was shining through a sky so blue until your storm clouds rolled in.
Why won’t you just leave me alone? It’s too late for apologies. I’m sick of seeing your name on my phone. You know I hate to be this mean.
‘Cause when the storm comes you’re gonna get blown away.
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Church of Stone (Unreleased, Cyrus 2018)
I ain’t got much time left so I’ll just say…I ain’t got much time left so I’ll just say…I ain’t got time to please the Lord, He knows I never have before. I ain’t got much time left so I’ll just say…
I’m all fucked up and I ain’t got time to stay. I’m all fucked up and I ain’t got time to stay. I’m all fucked up and I’ve got to go home. Well, hell, I’ll stay, what’s one more song? I’m all fucked up and I ain’t got time to stay
Stumbling down the hill now to see my kin. Stumbling down the hill now to see my kin. Stumble to that Church of Stone. It might get weird, you’ve been forewarned. Now I’m stumbling down the hill now to see my kin
Let the sinners sing and the saviors mourn. Within the Stone you don’t find the scorn
I ain’t got much time left so I’ll just say…I ain’t got much time left so I’ll just say…I ain’t got time to please the Lord, He knows I never have before. I ain’t got much time left so I’ll just say goodnight
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Come On Let Go (Scalawag Cove, Cyrus 2015)
In the city the same sun shines but it don’t burn me quite the same. It’s the first time since the last time. Same old song and dance on a different day.
‘Cause when the bottle is low, that’s when I realize that I miss you. But I won’t divulge how I’ve found myself to see you. I want to go home but it still seems a little futile. Come on, let go. I’ve got to find my way home. So come on darling, come let go.
In the city the same birds fly but they don’t laugh quite the same. It’s my first try since the last try. Same old god damn face with a different name.
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Come With Me (Ukulele Boy, Cyrus 2013)
I’ve hurt some folks and crashed some cars. I’ve taken things a little too far. But that’s alright if you’re with me. I may be be blind but it is clearly seen.
Come with me and sing along. Then you’ll see that life goes on. Come along and sing with me and you’ll find out I’ve been here all along and I won’t back down.
I know sometimes when you’re down in the dumps you sing a song about love. You might not know yet but you’re singing to me. I’m still blind but you’re the one that still can’t see.
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Jack & Ginger (New Hampshire – EP, Cyrus 2012)
Jack & Ginger are some real good friends. They help me forget who I am. Once you’re anonymous to you and I’m anonymous to me you can be who you choose but not who want to be. Focus more on me.
Jack’s going out with Danielle. Ginger loves to drink pale ale but Jack is more of a whiskey boy. The drink so they don’t care they’re unemployed. Sounds a lot like joy.
While he is afraid to tell Ginger how much she means. While she tells him how much she loves him in her dreams. They’re both scared, sounds like you and me.
Jack & Ginger like you and me.
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Land Locked Girl (Ukulele Boy, Cyrus 2013)
Scootch on over right by my side and watch your fears float away in the tide. You love the shooting stars and the crashing waves but you’ve got plans for life so you cannot stay. If you want to stay a lanka lanka lele.
You’re a land locked girl, I’m an ocean boy. I keep my lips salty for you to enjoy. I ain’t got no worries because I ain’t got the time. When it don’t exist then everything’s fine.
So little lady come with me and we’ll see what we find. When the ocean breeze blows there’s no such thing as time. So take my hand and away we go. I’m a ukulele boy, that’s all I know.
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Make It to Tomorrow (Unreleased, Cyrus 2017)
The music’s too loud but I like to yell. I can’t think straight and my mind is flying like a bat out of hell.
But its alright and its okay. Tonight is the night that the band came to play. I’ll be surprised if I survive with all this time left. I hope I make it to tomorrow again. I hope I make it to tomorrow, Amen.
The lights are too bright but who needs to see? I can’t stop moving and ain’t nobody gonna stop me.
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My Good Friend (Ukulele Boy, Cyrus 2013)
I don’t care about the view in our little New England town. You’re the only thing I see. My good friend, leave your troubles at the door for now. Tonight I want to be free. Set me free. Only you can set me free.
I will stick with you if you stick with me. I will give you everything, even sing you to sleep. I will give you love if you give me a glance. I will give you everything if you give me a chance.
This song is for you as a surrogate voice for when I’m gone, so let the lyrics take control. My good friend, I know we could be so much more. Let my music call your conscience home. I’ll be at the door. I know we could be more.
The only thing I can dream of is being with you. Don’t you want to be a dream come true?
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New Hampshire (Ukulele Boy, Cyrus 2012)
Where do I go? Where do these streets lead? I’ll move along I suppose, obediently. In my mind I’m proud of my songs though sometimes I find I cannot write with you gone. So, I’m going to New Hampshire now.
I want to know love and I want to know success, but only the kind I cannot address. In my mind I’m the leader that people though sometimes I find that I need guidance desperately. So, I’m going to New Hampshire now.
Boston looks perfect to me but I only notice what I want to see.
I’m going to the town that I found God in. Going to the place that I’ve forgotten. Going to the state, yes I’m coming down back to my hometown. I’m going to New Hampshire now.
I swear that I’ll come home somehow.
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Old Aziz (Unreleased, Cyrus 2016)
Ben he lives down in the city working his life away. He knows that his wife lives down on the beach because he sends her all his pay. Ben he got him a new name. It used to be Old Aziz. Trying to blend in with the Boston brand for bigots bursting at the seams. But is that any way to live at all? Ben’s whole life could be dropped to the bottom of the bottle.
Ben he got him a job flipping dough by hand at an old shit hole knows as Il Mondo’s. Lord knows he’s a hard working man. But is that any way to live at all? Ben’s whole life could be dropped to the bottom of the bottle.
He’s got everything he needs to be the American dream except for a dollar bill so he’s pushed to use popped open pens for his thrills.
Ben he got him a habit as many often do. Sweet release by the bathrooms sink’s the only thing that still gets him though. But is that any way to live at all? Ben’s whole life could be dropped to the bottom of the bottle.
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The Old You (Ukulele Boy, Cyrus 2013)
I love a girl that don’t exist anymore, a girl that was mine back when I was young, a girl who could sing my headaches away. I believed that it would stay that way, so young and so dumb.
Exes are a hell of a thing to be had and love is a hell of a trip when it turns bad. I ain’t used to sleeping alone, wake up in the night and wonder where you’ve gone. I need you back.
I know it was right of you to tell me your lies instead of truth. Sometimes when I have nothing to do I swear I miss the old you.
I love a girl that don’t exist anymore, a girl that was mine back when I was young, a girl who was comfortably mine. I never believed that it could take just time for that girl to be so gone.
Sometimes I find myself back on your couch hearing you tell me it’s not my fault. You just don’t feel how you used to feel. Maybe you’ve changed. Maybe love’s not real. Goodbye always takes way too long.
So take what you want from me. I won’t fight when you try to leave. Nobody ever makes it anyway.
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The Preacher & The King (Unreleased, Cyrus 2017)
We open up the scene on a lonely little town. The only thing left are the missiles on the ground. It isn’t quite the same and no way is it familiar. Propaganda Deja Vu gets a little peculiar. Oh no, welcome to the world that you voted for. It’s gunna be a long time baby, a long time before you go.
The King is long gone now that he has been robbed. It happened just before all the people lost their jobs and chased the local preacher right out of town. I wonder where the Preacher and the King are now. Oh no, welcome to the world that you voted for. It’s gunna be a long time baby, a long time before you go.
A joker’s worth less on a throne than in a hand. Better watch what I say or he’ll deport my whole band. Watch us jam better than ever before once we meet up with the Preacher and the King to start a war. Oh no, welcome to the world that you voted for. It’s gunna be a long time baby, a long time before you go.
The New King sits his fat ass down in the throne and looks all around to see that he’s all alone. He raise his tiny fist high up in the air and shouts “I told you I’d make this land great again!” Oh no, welcome to the world that you voted for. It’s gunna be a long time baby, a long time before you go.
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Red Hats (Unreleased, Cyrus 2017)
There’s too many red hats in the scene. There’s too many red hats looking at me. Everywhere you go, everyone you meet with that red hat yeah baby it will always read: “Make it great again,” as if to say it was before. I guess we’ll find out when we go back.
There’s too many red checks on the guns. There’s too many red necks where I’m from. So if you want to know what its always been now its written only in English and it will always read: “Make it great again,” as if to say it was before. I guess we’ll find out when we go back like that.
But don’t you forget about the white and blue whatever you do. The lobbyists, the hypocrites, the Father, Son, the Holy Hoax, and you. No don’t you forget about the white and blue whatever you do. We’re still here and we know the truth.
There’s too many red backs sweating in the sun. There’s too many red vests in the country club. Dancing with the rich on a racial land mine. I heard someone say, “Fuck a frame of mind that ain’t the same as mine. Let’s make it great again,” as if to say it was before. I guess we’ll find out when we go back like that.
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Side of the Road (Unreleased, Cyrus 2017)
10:12 PM I finally got the call. Police could restart his heart but couldn’t save the soul. How high is high enough? Maybe know you’ll know. Overdid, overdone, and overdosed on the side of the road.
I thought all the dinosaurs were dead so what’s that on your back? Trade your cash for bags that sixty seconds later are back in the trash. With two broken eyes the blackbird broke both wings. Never knew how to cry so he learned to sing.
So please don’t put your health on the shelf. Nobody can help you until you help yourself.
Nose stuffed with sugarcane, bridges burned in the wake of another binger with a Tinder date that lasted for five days straight. Reject reality one rail at a time. I watch you rejoice at the slightest sign of another line.
The party ends eventually, even for you. So know your parents love you and we all do too.
Thirty days is nothing next to six feet underground. The time may pass by sluggishly but your song can still be sung. When the hunter dies who will provide for the tribe? A phoenix may rise but heroes can still die on the side of the road.
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Sinking Ships & Broken Hearts (Ukulele Boy, 2013)
She put some ink into her arms to try and cover up the scars. With sinking ships and broken hearts, a tattooed girl’s a work of art.
She put some ink into her arms, something permanent to count on. While everything else falls apart, that tattooed girl’s a work of art.
I know just what you are. So let’s go, come on girl. show me what you’ve got. She heard God ain’t that hard to find but she keeps searching with her eyes. All she sees is Boston and it gets so hard. A tattooed girl’s a work of art.
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A Song So Far (Unreleased, Cyrus 2018)
I remember back when I was 12 years old I got my first guitar and I learned how to play The Beatles, Nirvana, and Elton John. My best friend back in school used to play the drums and another played guitar too. We learned how to smile for hours playing gigs for bar food.
The band added a bass and we started sounding good. The gigs got bigger as the lights got brighter. We were digging in the dive bars for the diamonds from the drunkards and that’s where we learned what we could do.
I wrote a song about history. I wrote a song about fear. I wrote a song about nothing at all and nobody seemed to care. I wrote a song about love then I wrote a song about beer. If the disheartened author can’t go on then he’ll have to write something like this.
I remember back when I was 20 years old I built myself a band. Just a couple Dead Heads who need a little more bread to pay the rent jamming in our friends’ basements. We got a big red van and we hit the road, touring from state to state. The road wouldn’t end so a hit I’ll do again just to make it to the next stage.
That’s where we learned to jam with old Les Paul and mister Evan Williams. The music sounded tight, we were rocking every night. The Tide was coming strong, we thought it wouldn’t last long, but I’m still riding that shit ’till the end.
Now that’s all I know, I said it before. The Ukulele Boy is going full on rock and roll.
That’s all I wrote.
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The End (Unreleased, Cyrus 2018)
I’ve heard this before but don’t remember the end and I’m not quite sure if I should write it again. All these words come right out the pen. They may not be mine but I wrote them with my own hand.
I’ve seen you before but don’t remember the end and I’m not quite sure why I tried to start shit again. It’s all these voices that keep filling my head. Maybe they’re real or maybe I’m finally insane. Again, here I am to blame.
I’ve stood here before but just because of the end and I’m not quite sure if I still believe in fate. It’s all these words that have never been said. The soldier stands tame while the lone runner sprints to his grave.
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To The Ocean (Scalawag Cove, Cyrus 2014)
Stuck in the city and there’s too many lights. I want to see the moon play on the water at night and watch the waves dance to the seagulls’ song. I’m gonna take it easy, you’ll see me just drifting along.
Where the Tide takes me, no I really don’t care if I get sand in my shoes or salt in my hair. You can follow me there.
When I hear the ocean I’ll know I’m home. Born and bred Atlantic blooded with driftwood bones. When I hear the ocean I’ll know I’m home. Let’s leave this town and run back down, to the ocean we’ll go.
The tie dye sun beats down on my back. Stand in the waves and feel the force of the crash. Let it knock you down as we drift out with the tide. We can’t see the shore no more but we don’t mind.
Where the Tide takes us, no we really don’t care if we get sand in our shoes or salt in our hair. Won’t you follow me there?
And in the water you’ll see what it’s like to finally be free.
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Vinyl Record Heart (Ukulele Boy, Cyrus 2013)
I don’t think that you are right for him. Think of what we could have been. We could have ourselves a shot again. So many places I have been, too many faces and it seems the time I spent with you ended just a moment too soon. I don’t want to leave this world alone. A hundred down the highway headed home.
I see you dancing in my mind. I see you and I still think about you all the time. You don’t know good loving until it’s up and gone. I never thought I’d find you girl but you were right there all along.
You don’t mind my head is in the clouds or that when I’m drunk I sing too loud. You’re always in for going out. So don’t scratch my vinyl record heart. Meet me at the wall after dark. We’ll watch the waves and count the stars. Let’s see where we go and how far. This highway really ain’t too long tonight with you at the end of my headlights.
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Wasting My Time (Scalawag Cove, Cyrus 2015)
I’m not where I planned to be by time of nineteen but at least I’ve had some fun. So come for a drive with me while you can still claim to be young.
Go to school smart, you leave dumb and in debt. You say to me maturity is ignoring regret. You say I gotta grow up, well I haven’t done it yet. I’m a sophomore slumped beach bum at his best.
Wasting my time’s gone so far so good but I’m loosing my mind like they said that I would. If you want a new high then you gotta stop by, you’ve gotta know low. But I’m so sick and tired of living in slow-mo, so go.
This girl is dirtier than a rolled up dollar bill but her soul is purer than the snow she blow with the half O to kill. In the land of the blind you hail the one eyed king. Every man needs his vices so give me this one thing.
Now get to rocking, get to rolling, get to who’s got the light. Get to talking, get to knowing, get to who’s gonna bite. Get to rocking, get to rolling, get to who’s got the light. Get discarded, get distorted, let’s get it going all night.