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released December 28, 2015

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Track Name: Over and Again
Music and lyrics by Brian Wright {Suspension Bridge Publishing, ASCAP}

She had a black rose tattoo
On her right hand wrist
She had the Golden Rule
Down low on her hip
And I never loved her
But, I told her I did
Over and over again…

I was dreaming of you, she said
In your sharp black suit, she said
With your ten dollar words
And your five dollar shoes
I bet you still got that cigarette smile
And your country boy blues
And you sing it over and over again

She said you sing it like you mean it
But it's just some stupid song
But little ballerina it's my favorite when you dance along
Nothing ever sounded better than this scratchy old record
I'm so happy that you threw it on
And you just let it spin
Over and over again

She pulls the needle off the record, throws her favorite old record on
Now it's worn out and cracklin'
She's happy it's her favorite song
She twirls around and around and around
Until it's over and gone
Just to start all over again
She plays it over and over, over and over again

She said you sing it like you mean it
But it's just some stupid song
But little ballerina it's my favorite when you dance along
Nothing ever sounded better than this scratchy old record
I'm so happy that you threw it on
And you just let it spin
Over and over again

The sunlight creeps in
And shines on the mirror
The night's passed us by
And morning is here
But if you gotta go
Go safely my dear
And the record just skips at the end
Over and over, over and over again
Just skips…
Track Name: Morning Cigarettes
Music and lyrics by Brian Wright {Suspension Bridge Publishing, ASCAP}

It's a long way to the top with your pockets full of sand
I saw the Devil on the tele
I was playing in the band
Your father's eyes were vacant when they came to take the land
Baby, what's it gonna take for you to go?

On a string around his neck
A leper carries both his hands
And out over the ocean pilots wonder where to land
You know we'd probably live forever
If we just follow the plan
But, baby what's it gonna take to let it go
Well, if you find out honey won't you let me know

Another morning cigarette
We were born with neither memories nor regret
And if I called your name
You'd come from miles away I bet
You're on your way
But you're not here just yet

Now the seven saddest soldiers that had ever lost a war
You know they shot the sky with rifles in dress blue uniforms
Singing Lord if you can't keep him
Send him someplace warm
Where he doesn't hear the voices anymore

They got the different colored pills for different times throughout the day
They got the long term side effects, the world has turned to gray
The lady at the door just told me God was on his way
I told her tell Him to stop by and say “hello”
Cause if he's in town there's some folks that would like to know

Another morning cigarette
We were born with neither memories nor regret
And if I called your name
You'd come from miles away I bet
You're on your way
But you're not here just yet
Track Name: Mrs. Rosenthal
Music and lyrics by Brian Wright {Suspension Bridge Publishing, ASCAP}, Joe Firstman {Wives Tales Publishing, BMI}

Me and Mrs. Rosenthal
We rarely wear no clothes
Well, she calls me up but not to talk
I think I'll go and see her tomorrow

When's she's drinking in the afternoon
Like she ain't got a thing to do
Well she told me she's from Baton Rouge
She singing like the Queen of Virginia

She good for me like medicine
She say her momma's Mexican
Well, I hope she wear that dress again
I swear at times I can see right through it

She say she like the way I talk
She crazy 'bout my lazy drawl
She say it mixes well with alcohol
Baby can I get ya,
Honey let me get ya
Darlin' let me fix ya up good

That's why I'm singing to ya

Me and Mrs. Rosenthal
We rarely wear no clothes
Well, she calls me up but not to talk
I think I'll go and see her tomorrow

She wears me out
In the finest way
She making sure my spine is straight
I'm singing pardon me you highness
Little darling how'd you get so good, so good, so good
That's why I'm singing to ya

Me and Mrs. Rosenthal
We rarely wear no clothes
Well, she calls me up but not to talk
I think I'll go and see her tomorrow
Track Name: High School Drugs
Music and lyrics by Brian Wright {Suspension Bridge Publishing, ASCAP}

Hey Julianna you must be tired
You've been running all day and running all night
Now the sun's coming up in a big pink sky
You got the radio on you look just fine
Now with the radio on, you look just fine

Hey Julianna I won't leave town
Just lie right here and I won't make a sound
When you wake up you can talk me down
When I'm walking around with my head in the clouds
Just a walking around with my head in the clouds

And I'd watch them all float away
Before I'd leave you
(Repeat)

Find myself hummin' the songs you'd sung
I remember you singing when we were young
Just driving around on high school drugs
We had that sunrise kind of love
Just driving around on high school drugs

And I'd watch them all float away
Before I'd leave you…
Track Name: Boy With No Name
Music and lyrics by Brian Wright {Suspension Bridge Publishing, ASCAP}

Saw her just sitting there, sunk in her shoulders
And this kind of thing, will usually blow over'
But, it ain't blowin' over
It's a new kind of pain
She cries for the boy with no name

We must have missed the last chance oasis
Free drinks all around
Sun on our faces
At just the right time, in just the right places
She cries for the boy with no name

She says “Waltz with me Darlin,
Watch the stars fallin, and know that I came
When I heard you callin'
This heartache's a game that nobody wins right away”
And it's always the same,
When she cries for the boy with no name.

Creased in the corner, cards on the table
Between secrets and dreams, who's got the angle
And time is a spy that grows blinder each day
When she cries for the boy with no name

We must have missed the last chance oasis
Free drinks all around
Sun on our faces
At just the right time, in just the right places
She cries for the boy with no name

She says “Waltz with me Darlin…”

She cries and she cries and she cries
She cries all night
(Repeat)
Track Name: Sophia
Music and lyrics by Brian Wright {Suspension Bridge Publishing, ASCAP}

Senora, Sophia, circa 1975
Well, she joined 'em
Can't beat 'em
Everybody saw how she tried

They just broke her down
As we all know they'll do
And she can joke about it now
You know she still looks good,

Lenora, oil painter
She gave me one to hang on the wall
Well, she burned out
Can't blame her
But, now she never bothers to draw at all, at all, at all

And, they just broke her down
But, she was younger then
And man I hope she works it out
She's a real good kid
Never meant to do what she did
She a real good kid

Senora, Sophia, circa 1975
Well, she joined 'em
Can't beat 'em
Everybody saw how she tried
Track Name: Glory Hallelujah
Music and lyrics by Brian Wright {Suspension Bridge Publishing, ASCAP}

I'm trapped here by the sound
Of the sleeping soldiers now
And the cars out on the street
Well they never screamed so loud
And the voices in my head
They whisper true and proud
And something that they've said has got a whole new meaning now

Singing glory hallelujah
How that pain it'll shoot right through ya
And it sure was fine to knew ya
But, I'm gone, gone, gone

Lord I'm feelin' fine
Drinkin' sacramental wine
Got me swimming toward the sky
Til I get caught up in a bind
Lucky I built the kids a shrine,
That we worship all the time
We just roll the dice and pine
All the loss of love and crime

Singing glory hallelujah
How that pain it'll shoot right through ya
And it sure was fine to knew ya
But, I'm gone, gone, gone

Until we're left with only hollow thoughts
And memories we've won and lost
Tied our hands with golden knots
And went to tell the others… and I told em

I got a girl at home
Man, I left her all alone
She was crying on the phone
Man, I couldn't bear to listen
So I screamed 'til I was tired
I was full of kerosene and lies
I told her, I forgot her eyes
And couldn't give a damn to kiss her

Singing glory hallelujah
How that pain it'll shoot right through ya
And it sure was fine to knew ya
But, I'm gone, gone, gone

And we were left with only broken glass,
And memories of good things past
Convinced myself that nothing lasts
And went to tell the others… And I told em
Track Name: Adeline
Music and lyrics by Brian Wright {Suspension Bridge Publishing, ASCAP}

You grabbed my hand
And held on tight
We floated down
Past prying eyes
And I'd never jumped dear
From such great heights
Were you not there, dear Adeline

You got a voice dear
That's hard to find
I hear it call me
Each time I die
It brings me back love,
And you're wearing white
It's all the time now, dear Adeline

And we'll wave goodbye to the punch drunk world
Sugarcoat so sweet, little gum drop girl
And I'm hopeless to believe you
But if you'll just stay a while
I'll do anything you say
Dear Adeline

I caught you smiling
I asked you why
You said no reason
I said baby that's just fine
Long as you're happy
Right by my side
Your little gun shy grin, Adeline

You'll take no husband
You'll have no kids
But you love your whiskey
And all your friends
They'll break your back love
But you'll never cry
Cause you never was like them
Dear Adeline

And we'll wave goodbye to the punch drunk world
Sugarcoat so sweet, little gum drop girl
And I'm hopeless to believe you
But if you'll just stay a while
I'll do anything you say
Dear Adeline
Track Name: Central Park
Music and lyrics by Brian Wright {Suspension Bridge Publishing, ASCAP}

I met the last of the great painters
Selling grass in Central Park
He painted all he was afraid of
'Til all the world was art
And he's a brilliant conversationalist
His topics ranging near and far
From the price of tea in China
To the fastest foreign cars
He knows a lot about the cars

But he doesn't have a license
Doesn't leave the neighborhood
He doesn't quite know where his wife is
But he hopes she's doing good
She ran off to south of Sante Fe
With some hippie throwing copper
That was seven years ago today
Well, he heard she had a daughter
Well, he heard she had a daughter

Oughta send her something nice he thought
A book, a piece of jewelry
But he don't know what she likes
And he thinks her name is Julie
Partially and mostly right
For her name is Julianna
Probably pretty, probably shy
Probably gets it from her momma
She had a real good looking momma

Not a single day goes by,
He doesn't think of her and wonder,
Why she up and left him for some turquoise wearing sculptor
But she always liked a dry heat
She was raised in Arizona
It's a hundred ninety-five degrees
At seven in the morning

Doo do doo, do doo doo, doo do do, doo doo do
I was walking through the park
Trying to score a joint or two

I was probably lying when I said I was a singer,
Said he saw it in my eyes I was just an in-betweener
Never stood up to a giant
Never seen the Mona Lisa
Never said nothing so defiant, so that anyone'd believe it
No one's gonna believe it

Well he hasn't touched a brush
In long enough he could still wield it
Saw a lot of things he'd like to paint
But, he never could quite feel it
And I've felt the same of song
When there was no one there to listen
But, it never was for them
No, it never was for them
No, it never was for anyone but me

He said, I am not a wise man
But I know you are mistaken
Cause art is only yours
Until the second you create it
And I may have had a wife once
And I may have been a painter
But, right now I got these bags man
And they're fifty bucks an eighth
That's the going rate
So, I thought I'd pick one up for ya

Doo do doo, do do doo, do do doo, do do doo
I was walking throught the park
And I was on my way to see ya
Track Name: War on Wilcox
Music and lyrics by Brian Wright {Suspension Bridge Publishing ASCAP}

Where in the world do you come from?
Where in the world do you go?
Who dropped the dime on good reverend Jerome?
He just took what he felt he was owed

You rolled dice last night with Coretta
Rolled twice and won me the world
But you'd give it away if I let ya
Crazy I tell ya, make me laugh out loud

Like that time that I caught you in Austin,
And you were carrying ten times your weight,
I loved you as quick as I lost you
But cost ain't nothing to a rich man like me,
It don't mean a thing

I found heaven in a three sided story,
Heard my story in clear blue sky
I got this brand new tattoo just this morning
Covered your name up

I melted my thumb like a candle,
Sealed a letter that I'll never send
I wondered who taught you, the art of a scandal
Is 99 5/16 what you put in, and we both put in.

You lived through the war out on Wilcox
Got bored with the billionaire's tie
You carried your teeth in a pillbox,
Those nice pearly whites,
Let me see you smile like one more time.

Where in world…
Track Name: Bluebird
Music and lyrics by Brian Wright {Suspension Bridge Publishing, ASCAP}

I was a bluebird
Lost and alone
Searching for shelter
Far from my home
Struggling to fly
But you mended my wing
And you're sweeter than springtime
I love how you'd sing

You know the song
To play when I'm gone
No longer weary,
Finally Home
Watching from heaven
With fond recollection
My sisters and brethren
Have all gathered round
To help me to lay
My burden down

I was a preacher
Robbed of my faith
Surrounded by devils
Suspicious of saints
Drawn to temptation
Drowning in sin
But I found my salvation
When you sang again

You know the song
To play when I'm gone
No longer weary,
Finally Home
Watching from heaven
With fond recollection
My sisters and brethren
Have all gathered round
To help me to lay
My burden down

Bluebird flying home
(Repeat)
Track Name: Neighborhood
Brian Wright {Music and lyrics by Suspension Bridge Publishing, ASCAP}

Where I live now
Is a little red house
Down on Wilcox and Fountain
Los Angeles
I sleep through the sirens
Police lullabies
And I ride
My little black bicycle
Down to Bogie's

And drag queen Cecilia
She's the last true believer
She's walking the Boulevard
She's handing out leaflets
That nobody reads
Cause they know all the secrets
And the don't need a reason
To be, so scared

And this ain't no kind of scene, babe
Why in the world would you follow me here
And this ain't no kind of scene
Why in the world would you follow me here
You followed me here

My friends and my worries
They got old in a hurry
But no less deserving
A fond farewell
And bellbottomed cheapskates
They're all asleep in the heat wave
And they wake up
From their dreams
Of the sixties
Find that nothing has changed
Baby nothing has changed

And this ain't no kind of scene
Why in the world would you follow me here
And you believe what you wanna believe
And this ain't no kind of scene

And I hang out with singers
Bunch of glass jawed bleeders
Whose skin
Is as thin
As a leaf
And there's actors
And dancers
And more second chancers
Than lights