So if I were to step down from the stage and join the crowd and ask you to come home with me tonight, could I make you feel?

Alive.

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He said “come on in and make yourself at home. Can I get you a drink? The feeling on the streets is giving me the creeps. It seems a drink is one thing we all need. But still I wonder if that’s all. So I wander until another prophet comes along.”

I met a rambler down the road some time ago and I asked him where he’d been. He said that he did not quite know but he told me what he’d seen. He said that he had been all around the globe and he’d seen some better things. I said “man, I never left home because that is all I’ll need.” But still I wonder if that’s all. So I wander until another prophet comes along.

I met a man who said he’d be the next president. You know I said “what will you do for me?”  He said “I’ll do anything that you want me to and that’s a guarantee.” I said “I’m sorry sir but my vote is for the members of the other company,” and he said “that’s alright, I’m still going to win, and when I do you’ll be nothing to me.” But still I wonder if that’s all. So we holler until another prophet comes here.

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Now watch out folks. The Further’s parked right outside so lets go for a drive. The Barefoot Professor’s gassin’ up for the ride.

Don’t you love that sound? Did you hear what she said? She said she’s from out of town and never heard of a Sea Rat Red.

We’re singing la da la da da, time to make these people move, swingin’ to a sea side groove. I’m singing la da la da da, baby after the show I’ve got nothing to do. What kind of trouble could we get into?

Packed up the band van, man oh man, we made it right on time. When the bass line drops I hope that you loose your minds. Doors are at seven, we play at nine. We’ll get ’em dancing in the street. Oh you know the people cannot stop their two steppin’ feet.

Hey now pretty mama won’t you come sit by me because I’ll play the guitar for any song you want to sing. Baby let your hair grow long and come live with me by the sea. Your hour glass is out of sand? There’s plenty at the beach because inland is missing something it needs. You can’t catch a wave on the streets today if you know what I mean. So baby let your hair grow long and come live with me by the sea. Your hour glass is out of sand but there’s plenty at the beach.

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So we keep on burning down the road while the traffic lights get a little foggy in my window. So I open up and slow down, throw the roach and pull up. I think the traffic cop is looking at me strangely. This is the only thing I know so push that peddle to floor. Let’s see where we can go, burnin’ down the road.

Sixty five’s too slow, ninety’s more my speed. Something’s going down on that Old Shakedown Street. Going back on tour, playing for the fans. One thing is for sure, nothing stays the same.

If you look in my head you’ll find out I’m not there because I’m burnin’ down the road.

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But you’re at my show tonight and your new boyfriend is nowhere in sight. So if the wine gets to my head please forgive me if I say something I regret.

I’ve been drinking and I’ve been thinking more than I like to do. If you let me then I bet we can dance like we used to.

Nothing good is ever right. Sometimes the simplest things they don’t happen overnight. But your body feels so nice when its all wrapped up in mine. So if the wine gets to my head please forgive me if I say something I regret.

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What kind of business would you like to do? ‘Cause I’ve got quite the proposition for you. The first one’s on me, the next isn’t free. I hope that’s alright. It won’t cost you much my friend, it just might cost your life. I know that you won’t mind.

Welcome back to El Ganjo. We knew you’d come back because you always do. Did you hear that the police are near at tracking you down? So you can’t stay long in town.

What kind of mind, girl, would you like to use? I know where we could go where we’ve got nothing to loose. It’s a sanctuary down in the cove of the rocky shore. A place that many lost souls call home, I’m talkin’ about El Ganjo. Won’t you like to go?

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I’d love to stay and fight it although I never have won ‘cause when you know the half of it man it’s not half as much fun.

She said she couldn’t take it had to get out of town. A couple days on down the road she turned that car around. Now I don’t deny a devilish disguise just for some love. Honey, I ain’t down for another go ’round. This hangover has just begun.

So please don’t loose your pretty head when it all kicks in. The history can show that we are like fire in a storm and I’m not waiting on this ship to sink. I’m not waiting anymore, I’ve seen your face before. I’m not waiting anymore, time to sail this ship to shore.

Number two with number three then we forgot number four. We’re sitting on the ceiling and we’re staring at the floor and I’m thinking back to a lesson that I learned: Beware the Beast cause She’s a pretty young thing. Those were the wiser man’s last words.

She grabbed my hand and said she’d made a mistake then she claimed that nothing was the same then she started taking all the blame. I said it’s strange to face the same fate that I had once before so I’ll take the high road, you take the low, it’s a highway to the front door.

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Where are the muses? They’ve all died away and the poets are all gone so I find all my inspiration from the substances, circumstances always dancing around the point. Believe me or not when I say that it’s over.

People don’t change, they just grow a little older and I know Romeo would’ve learned to let her go and so say “I’ve just lived too long.”

Where are my Good Girls? They’ve all run away and the lovers are long gone so I find solace under covers with cheap romances and pointless glances that never seem to lead to joy. Believe me or not when I say that it’s over.

The music on the street has all got the same beat and this tune is no different. Feel free to sing along. The words are empty but they fill the song.

The world doesn’t change. It just spins a little slower so stand tall. I know it seems a little strange but it’s normal. There’s no control at all.

Where are the Heroes? They’ve all locked themselves away. Some think to get high you’ve got to let another fall but I find revival in my music from the bad chances and pipe dreams landing on a not so steady course. Believe me or not when I say that it’s over.

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Hanging on you.

Keep on talking until you feel and if the world reels head tell it you can’t feel me,

Hanging on you.

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Cruising up I-95. I caught a ride back home. Good Old New Hampshire, I love you so. You ready for a crazy night?

Then maybe in the morning I’ll be smarter than I was the night before. But until then I don’t know of any reason why I should go under control.

Throw me, won’t you please throw me the line? I gotta keep my head above water but the swimming is getting harder and harder I find ‘cause that was one hell of a night. Watch out for when the sharks come out to bite. Got no cash to feed their appetites so just say my friends if it’s alright, let’s have us a crazy night.

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Girls and power, pills and powder, still can’t find what I’m looking for through God’s greedy earth. But still I see the light, the music that we’re making here tonight because I found you.

Sometimes I feel bad for the ground. It never stood a chance. Fear and streetlights, beer and hash pipes, people never really want to change at your expense. But still I see the light, the music that we’re making here tonight because I found you.

Sometimes I feel bad for my brothers and sisters getting kicked out in the cold when those who have risen to a higher power are on the wrong side of the wall. But still I see the light, the music that we’re making here tonight because I found you.

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We used to sing about Jack and Ginger for a while then I moved out of Maine had to drop out of style. But who knows, if Rock n Roll don’t work I can always go back.

Lucy, never seemed a shame that your sister Mary never met Jane. Lucy, steer my brain. The faces in the trees are whispering softly down to me that I’m still sane.

We used to watch the buildings twisting turning for a while then I grew up too fast, have to flashback to smile. But who knows, if I can write a hit we can trip one more time.

Lucy, you make the music fly. All I need’s a stage and darkened faces for the band to get me high. Lucy, got my eye to the sky and one foot stuck in the past and one hand stuck in a trap but I don’t mind.

We used to sing about Jack and Ginger for a while then I moved out of Maine had to drop out of style. Who knows if I can catch the drift we can find our way back.

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I drink my coffee as Sam smokes a cigarette and Jake takes a nap. The dog ate my homework and shit on my bed, now I’m late for class. Got somewhere to go now, can’t remember what to do. Screw it man, I’ll lay around and have another one to the Monday Morning Blues.

I lay on the floor as I hold my head then I say, as oft times before, that I’ll never drink again. I don’t mind the money. I don’t mind the wasted time. I just mind when I wake up outside and I don’t know why

‘Cause the last thing I remember, my buddy began to pour out a bottle of something. I asked what is that, and he said “I don’t know.”

Where is my wallet and who put my shoes in the microwave? The place is a mess, it’s a wreck, I confess that it always looks this way. Got nowhere to go now, nothing to do but lay around all day and have another drink to the Monday Morning Blues.

Bartender, please, another round on me to the Monday Morning Blues.

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She said “I love you baby but I know what you done.” I said if you love me you’d give me a head start to run. By the way baby where’d you get that gun?

I never meant to hurt you since you were never meant to know. Now I’m in trouble and I see that trigger finger pulling slow.

Staring down the barrel of my baby’s best friend’s gun. Counting down from ten, I got to get my ass on the run. Staring down the barrel of my baby’s best friend’s gun. She said “if you want to get going then I’ll get you gone.”

You know that I love you, what more can I say? I don’t want to argue, I just want to pray. If I make it to see another day then you’ll never ever see my face again.

If I could only explain my dear it appears I’ve been framed. Maybe she’d buy my bullshit or maybe I’d bite that bullet.

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Go on, quit your job and hop into your car and drive it ’till the engine breaks. Make some money, find someone for loving, and just start it over again.

I bet I know how it will end, the same old way that it did way back when. Sounds like a new song but the singer’s the same. So sing along and start it over again.

It’s impressing how you keep inventing happy people to portray. Poor excuses are abused or useless, all depends on how it gets said. Go on, quit your job and hop into your car and drive it to your favorite place. Once you’re there then you can cut your hair and you can start it over again.

Go on, quit your job and hop into your car and drive it some place real far away. If you’re lucky you might meet somebody who might dig what you’ve got to say.

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I want you to know,

We had a gig last Friday night. We played for our lives under a hot stage light. The bass was thumpin’ and the groove was bumpin’ and the people danced. We played the last chord, the crowd shouted encore, but my parents are still my biggest fans.

I want you to know my name.

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Loose fingers pick locks. Feeling good on every block.

Seeds couldn’t plant in any other town, seems the only way you’ll ever come around.

Loose lips sink ships, feeling good on the sides of both hips.

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CHRIS CYRUS COLLECTION

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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Brother Blue (Unreleased, Cyrus 2021)

There once was a brother and his sister the moon. Love was his mother and his father too. The brother had some children, ’bout a trillion or two and right off the bat they were up to no good.

Brother Blue, I swear we ain’t forgotten you. Brother Blue, I hope it’s true that we ain’t forgotten you.

Children will be children. They do what they do, fighting and lying and crying and dying in coups. They sang different songs but all to the same tune. They never remembered that it came from you.

The brother gave his children some green to tend. The children preferred to build grey instead. They used up the land and the love in it too. They’d even blow up his sister the moon if they could.

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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.

I just can’t get away from you.

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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The Drinking Buddy Song (Unreleased, Cyrus 2018)

I’m sorry for the way that I’ve been acting and I’m sorry for the way I might have been. You know it’s not my fault, it’s been the liquor from the start but I know you’ll still be my friend.

Because everyone’s just trying to get by, just to pass the time. If they’re lucky they can get high on Saturday night and share the women and the wine, the reason for the rhyme.

If you want to get drunk tonight, if you’ve got nothing to do, if you want to get drunk tonight, and if you want to act like a fool…

If you’ve got a problem then let’s solve it and if you’ve got another bottle let’s down that one too. It’s always the same in the end we get fucked up and do it again but I know you’ll still be my friend.

In that late hour when the bars get to closing, the lights turn off and the old folks go to bed, once you’ve seen me fumble and stumble and mumble my way through my music I know you’ll still be my friend.

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I Love You, Again (Unreleased, Cyrus 2020)

The world is closing its doors for a while. Nobody’s quite sure what the future holds inside of its hands, so I keep playing in the band.

Now the show is over and lights are coming down. I guess I’ll head on back to Watertown, find you asleep, and I’ll kiss your head. Baby, I can’t wait to say:

I love you, again. I love you, my friend. I can’t express how much I care so every time you’re there I’ll say I love you, again.

There’s nothing more beautiful than music played loud, except for the feeling that you are around in this world and you’re still my girl.

I stand here in solitude as I sing for a crowd. None of them care about the sound, they’re just happy to be out. Sometimes it’s hard but I hear applaud from afar.

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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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The Raine (Diamonds From The Drunkards, Cyrus 2019)

Lay me down as you’ve done one hundred times before. I’m glad we ran away. I’m glad we never stayed for too long.

Dark skies can still bring the light when you’re watching for lightning to crack the sky. One day I’ll learn the name that gets me on my feet again. For now I’m just waiting for The Raine.

Lay me down as you’ve done one hundred times before. The storm shifts through Japan while wind whips up again in a song.

Dark skies can still bring the light when you’re wishing for someone in the night. One day I’ll turn the page and get back on my feet again. For now I’m just waiting for The Raine.

In big yellow boots I sing Stella Blu from Providence to Maine. If she should choose I’d change the tune and fold it like a paper crane. For now I’m waiting to say…

Lay me down as you’ve done one hundred times before, Raine.

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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 (Diamonds From The Drunkards, 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 (Diamonds From The Drunkards, 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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Sunday (Unreleased, Cyrus 2022)

It can wait until tomorrow. Today comes just this once. So forget about your sorrows, all your worries, and your wants. We can all live together like we’re meant and ought to do. If you’re warm in the summer remind me to be kind to you.

It might sound a little shallow, Dead words to a Brothers tune. If we let our love keep shining, the Phish can all share in the groove. We can all live in laughter like we’re taught to want to do. If you’re gone with the sunrise remind me to say thank you.

So raise a loud and joyful sound. Stomp your feet upon the muddy ground that surrounds the family you’ve found, as the light of love is raining down, and your thoughts are getting rather wound up in the past but that’s just not for now. So spin around, sing the sound, all look at all the beauty in this town.

Six more days until Sunday.

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The End (Diamonds From The Drunkards, 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 . . .

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Weighted (Unreleased, Cyrus 2023)

What would you do if the light starts to shine when darkness is your home? Where would you go if a friend or two found you, but you’d rather be alone?

I know it’s hard and I can’t relate. Sorrow is the weighted blanket on the bed that we both made. It comforts you. It keeps you warm and safe from the smiling faces you were raised to hate.

But it’s okay, my love. You’ll stop crying once you’ve pushed me away. But it’s okay, my love. In your shadow is where I’ll stay. But it’s okay, my love. At the edge of the bed is where I’ll lay, because it’s okay to wait.

Oh, the irony. The sad song seems to matter the most. You keep reminding me of every word I ever wrote. Be my melody composed of pain and loss. Sing to me sweetly as you call this whole thing off.