{"id":30,"date":"2013-03-14T21:17:34","date_gmt":"2013-03-14T21:17:34","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/www.calebandwalter.com\/?page_id=30"},"modified":"2018-01-23T04:46:25","modified_gmt":"2018-01-23T04:46:25","slug":"lyrics","status":"publish","type":"page","link":"https:\/\/www.calebandwalter.com\/?page_id=30","title":{"rendered":"Lyrics"},"content":{"rendered":"

— The Bottle —<\/em><\/strong><\/p>\n

I smell the oak
\nThen I whince and I choke
\nAs I swim in the lake of fire
\nOnce I am soaked
\nI shake off, have a smoke
\nThe Fireball stings my throat
\nI feel like I’m committed
\nTo forever gettin dimwitted
\nI’ve been sinning all afternoon
\nWhere I tried sipping wine
\nand the rum hit me fine
\nBut it’s the corn or the rye that I get into<\/p>\n

…The bottle, Oh the bottle
\nGimme another one I can swallow
\nTil the morning when I’m hearing hells bells
\nWell it burns goin down
\nGonna take it to the bottom anyway
\nAnd I know that the devil will be there<\/p>\n

I could move to Manhattan
\nWhere things are happenin
\nAll these bottles look like skyscrapers to me
\nI could go in my suburban
\nOn an over night excursion
\nBut I’m feelin far gone already
\nI could use another sling
\nof that Old Fashioned thing
\nDon’t need no map to know where I’m goin<\/p>\n

to the bottle, oh the bottle…<\/p>\n

I’m feeling glum
\nBottle’s in my mouth like a gun
\nAnd I think I see the white light
\nThe hardwood of my garret
\nSurrounds me like a casket
\nAnd I’m hammering it shut with Rusty Nails<\/p>\n

Oh, the bottle…<\/p>\n

— Truly Devine —<\/em><\/strong><\/p>\n

You never know who you’ll meet and when
\nYou never know if you will see them again
\nSometimes you get a glimmer of their life
\nSometimes you get a window of what it’s like<\/p>\n

I know the girl of my dreams wanted to kiss me
\nAnd now after all I’ve confessed why would she want me
\nI may never press her lips to mine
\nBut I know I found a love, truly devine<\/p>\n

You try so hard to be calm and collected
\nYou try to give your all and not be rejected
\nIn excitement, you over step the boundary line
\nAnd that is when you see the moments of decline<\/p>\n

I know the girl of my dreams…<\/p>\n

Your willing to take things to extremes
\nYour willing to find any means
\nBut honesty just hurts those around you
\nAnd then you find your emotions have bound you<\/p>\n

I know the girl of my dreams…<\/p>\n

— Yonder —<\/em><\/strong><\/p>\n

Over there yonder
\nWhere Little John drown
\nWe buried an anchor
\nTo keep the devil down<\/p>\n

Mama went crazy
\nBilly run off
\nMe I developed
\nA horrible cough<\/p>\n

Son if you want my daughter
\nThen put that bottle down
\n\u2018Cause I can forgive you
\nFor the raucous downtown<\/p>\n

But if you want your whiskey
\nBetter turn and walk away
\nShe will not love you
\nNo she\u2019ll never stay<\/p>\n

\u2018Cause the river runs wild round here
\nAnd family runs deep
\nIf you want my daughter
\nYou\u2019re gonna have to come clean<\/p>\n

— She Is Right —<\/em><\/strong><\/p>\n

My darling says to me
\nYou think I’m beautiful
\nAnd I can only say it’s true
\nCause when I look into her eyes
\nAnd I see all the love inside
\nYeah, all of it shines through<\/p>\n

She is right, she is right
\nEveryday and every night
\nShe is right, she is right
\nEveryday and every night<\/p>\n

My darling says to me
\nl know you adore me
\nAnd I can only say it’s true
\nWhen I wake up in the morn
\nAnd I feel oh so cozy warm
\nThere is nothing I can do<\/p>\n

She is right, she is right
\nEveryday and every night
\nShe is right, she is right
\nEveryday and every night<\/p>\n

My darling says to me
\nOh, my sweet, sweet boy
\nAnd I can only say it’s true
\nCause I know her, and me
\nAnd all the things we want to be
\nWe’re givin’ each other what we need<\/p>\n

She is right, she is right
\nEveryday and every night
\nShe is right, she is right
\nEveryday and every night<\/p>\n

She’s so bright
\nIt’s outta sight
\nEveryday and every night
\nShe is right, she is right
\nEveryday and any ol’ night<\/p>\n

— Rock n Roll Song —<\/em><\/strong><\/p>\n

You can make friends where you wanna
\nSmoke a pipe of grade marijuana
\nDine in at a fancy retaurant
\nDitch the check, be sure that you don’t get caught<\/p>\n

Well, life is such a bore just makin’ that dollar
\nWait for Friday night and a hootin’ and hollerin’
\nCouple beers in and your worries are gone
\nTurn the radio up for your favorite song<\/p>\n

I wanna be that rock n rock song
\nNot the kind that brings the party down
\nThe kind that makes ’em jump and slam around
\nGet drunk and raise hell all over town
\nI wanna be that rock n rock song…<\/p>\n

I wanna be the boot that hits the pedal
\nThe bass drum boom make your rib chage rattle
\nGuitars so loud make you think you taste metal
\nEverybody gearin’ up for the big bar battle<\/p>\n

I wanna be that rock n rock song…<\/p>\n

Once you hit the switch after three or four beers
\nYou want something loud pounding your ears
\nOnce you’ve done away with sum of all fear
\nBetter turn that shit up so everyone can hear<\/p>\n

Well, life is such a bore just makin’ that dollar…<\/p>\n

I wanna be that rock n rock song…<\/p>\n

— All the Way to the Grave —<\/em><\/strong><\/p>\n

There’s terror in the western world, famine in the third
\nBigotry and hatred are in your saviors word
\nConspiracy and corruption runs deep in church and state
\nAnd all the way to the grave you believe that Jesus saves<\/p>\n

Jesus never wrote a note
\nIt’s Saul of Tarsus you must quote
\nHe studied the Emerald Tablets of Thoth
\nAnd borrowed from the pagan thought
\nThere were so many different scribes
\nAnd each rendition got reorganized
\nBut, all the way to the grave you believe that Jesus saves
\nAll the way to the grave
\nAll the way to the grave
\nAll the way to the grave
\nYou believe that Jesus saves<\/p>\n

We’ve seen this figure many time before
\nbut people reduced it to folk lore
\nHorus, Andonis, Davatat, and Thor
\nKrishna, Beddru, Attis and more
\nWe ate their bones, drank their blood
\nFor eternal blessings from the judge
\nYet, all the way to the grave you believe ONLY Jesus saves
\nAll the way to the grave…<\/p>\n

He’s comin back on judgment day
\nI heard he’s got it in for gays
\nBad kids, adulterers, and retards,
\nAmputees, strange women, Jews, n drunkards…(pause)<\/p>\n

And all of ye who forsake his name
\nYou’ll end up down in hells flames
\nStill, all the way to the grave you believe that Jesus saves
\nAll the way to the grave…<\/p>\n

There’s terror in the western world, famine in the third
\nBigotry and hatred are in your saviors word
\nConspiracy and corruption runs deep in church and state
\nAnd all the way to the grave you believe that Jesus saves<\/p>\n

— What Do We Embrace —<\/em><\/strong><\/p>\n

A man he loves another man
\nThe union of their lives
\nWhy should any citizen
\nBe forced to compromise<\/p>\n

Should be the same
\nUnder the law<\/p>\n

What do we embrace
\nIf not love<\/p>\n

A woman loves another one
\nThe union of their lives
\nWhy should any citizen
\nBe forced to compromise<\/p>\n

Should be the same
\nUnder the law<\/p>\n

Those hypocrites
\nAre gonna fall<\/p>\n

Well, a man he loves another man
\nThe union of their lives
\nWhy should any citizen
\nBe forced to compromise<\/p>\n

Should be the same
\nUnder the law<\/p>\n

What do we embrace
\nIf not love<\/p>\n

— Happiness —<\/em><\/strong><\/p>\n

I’ve stumbling down the highway
\nSome times I stray from the road
\nWind up in the gutter
\nOr end up missing my turn<\/p>\n

So long lust
\nGoodbye resentment
\nI’m going to Happiness
\nTo meet there my love<\/p>\n

I have seen the pathways and byways
\nAnd I know some love to lead you on
\nOthers leave you twisting and turning
\nAnd a few will send you back home<\/p>\n

So show me the way
\nShow me the way
\nI am looking forward
\nTo feeling some pleasure and sorrow<\/p>\n

Show me the way
\nShow me the way
\nI am ready for a love that is nice<\/p>\n

So long lust
\nGoodbye resentment
\nI’m going to Happiness
\nTo meet there my love<\/p>\n

Painted on my rear window
\nI’ve the message, “HAPPINESS OR BUST!”
\nAs long as she will have me
\nThat is where I’d like to lay<\/p>\n

So show me the way
\nShow me the way
\nI am looking forward
\nTo feeling some pleasure and sorrow<\/p>\n

Show me the way
\nShow me the way
\nI am ready
\nfor a love that is nice
\nSo long lust<\/p>\n

Goodbye resentment
\nI know I’ll find Happiness
\n‘Cause I know there is love<\/p>\n

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— Better Way Through This —<\/em><\/strong><\/p>\n

gotta be a better way through this
\ngotta be a better way through all this
\ngotta be a better way some say
\nto keep me from my early grave
\ngotta be a better way through this<\/p>\n

maybe that’s the kinda girl you are
\nyou take it all the way to edge babe, so far
\nyou drink you smoke you talk all smart
\nand all your fair weather friends they all play the same part
\nmaybe that’s the kinda girl you are<\/p>\n

mister cant you mix stronger stuff than this
\ncuz everybody here in the bar room still seems pissed
\ngotta drown my mind and blind my rage
\nto help me go only half insane
\nAND WHEN I DIE ITS ONLY ME TO BLAME!<\/p>\n

there’s gotta be a better way through this
\nlately I’ve been needing something stronger than my fist
\nto lay me out and thick more pain
\ndrain my vein and i feel the rain
\npourin on my warm bloody lips<\/p>\n

gotta be a better way some say
\nto keep me from going completely insane
\nlord i dont wanna die like this<\/p>\n

— Indian On Christmas —<\/em><\/strong><\/p>\n

It’s tough being an Indian on Christmas
\nWhen all my ancestors are dead
\nI wanna believe in Santa Clause
\nBut all I ever get is this firery bird
\nHe never delivers my presents
\nJust burns my house down to the ground
\nIt’s tough being an indian on Christmas<\/p>\n

It’s tough being an Indian on Christmas
\nWhen all my gods have let me down
\nThey deliver the commodities
\nAnd then goon squad burn my house to the ground
\nThey’re all birds that are on fire
\nThey’re all birds that are on fire<\/p>\n

It’s tough being an indian on Christmas…<\/p>\n

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— The Bottle — I smell the oak Then I whince and I choke As I swim in the lake of fire Once I am soaked I shake off, have a smoke The Fireball stings my throat I feel like I’m committed To forever gettin dimwitted I’ve been sinning all afternoon Where I tried sipping wine […]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":0,"parent":0,"menu_order":6,"comment_status":"closed","ping_status":"closed","template":"","meta":{"ngg_post_thumbnail":0,"footnotes":""},"class_list":["post-30","page","type-page","status-publish","hentry"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.calebandwalter.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/pages\/30","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.calebandwalter.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/pages"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.calebandwalter.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/types\/page"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.calebandwalter.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/users\/1"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.calebandwalter.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcomments&post=30"}],"version-history":[{"count":10,"href":"https:\/\/www.calebandwalter.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/pages\/30\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":471,"href":"https:\/\/www.calebandwalter.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/pages\/30\/revisions\/471"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.calebandwalter.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fmedia&parent=30"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}