Soul Amp -- More -- lyrics
All songs © 2005, 2006, 2007 amber soup records (mike fisk, brad odland, mike nettesheim)
Songs:
Ripples
From the Stone
Setting
Traps
Mascara
Death
Window
of Broken Glass
Love
on a Spindle
On the Wall
Whole Life
New Day
Capital
People
Old
Man in a Painting
Trapped
in Your Clothes
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by Brad Odland
Take me by the river too
Where we'll throw a rock and watch the ripples
Making love by the river
We cast aside all our youth and our vigor
On the summer wind we did lay
I left myself behind
Underneath the willow tree
You remained all alone
Waiting for the rain to show it's head
On the riverbed
Many years from now I will wonder
Where you are
Many years from now I will wonder
Where I've been
But by the river we will remain
Here forever
Throwing rocks in the river
Watching the ripples
Drifting down stream
Just like we did
Just like we did
Just like....
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by Mike Fisk and Brad Odland
All I can say, is these things in my head
All I can say, is these things in my head
I'm spreading nets and I'm setting traps
Keeping my distance to help with my ego
As I'm watching you searching and picking out clothes
Chorus
I taught her jealousy
I showed her ice parades
I touched deep
Then I pulled away
Unclinging nails on a flowering dress
Skipping around through the things that you said
Wishing you'd leave so I can be me
Free of the mirrors full of smiling pleas
All I can say, is these things in my head
Chorus
I taught her jealousy
I showed her ice parades
I touched deep
Then I pulled away
Keeping the music sneak along these dealings
Silently begging with most of my heart
Distrubuting all of those foundering dreadings
I'm trying out telling me truths for a while
Watching you stretched out in silent repose
Knowing a hurt that touched you and me
Chorus
I taught her jealousy
I showed her ice parades
I touched deep
Then I pulled away
Knowing too well my fault
Knowing too well my fault in the matter
All I can say, is these things in my head
All I can say, is these things in my head
All I can say
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by Brad Odland
His wife held his hand as his life flowed out
The machine's grip held fast with no remorse or guilt
he said he loved her and the kids as hand went limp
tears fell down from her eyes and mascara ran like brown rivers
the safety was bypassed to ramp up the works
he knew the risks but the numbers were more important
one million mascara ads waiting to be stacked, racked, and bound
for one million consumers waiting for a moment of beauty
One million mascara ads, in pages of a million magazines
was what his life was worth to the machine he worked
One million pairs of eyes, with lashes thick and rich
a tiny black veil, was what she wore
a tiny black veil, was what she wore
Covering up and displaying an image, from a perfect image of woman
a shell covering reality, melting onto tear stained cheek
dripping onto the lifeless arm of a man whom she loved
One million mascara ads, for another issue this week
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by Mike Fisk
Looked up to the window
Missed the face that's always there
It wasn't there that day I looked
A autumn day of dark and bare
They pulled you through a darkened tunnel
To take a way the pain they said
To cleanse the wounds that won’t start healing
To silence noises in your head
Chorus
Sure to keep it quiet
Keep it to yourself
As nothing's quite as real
When you never tell
Verse 2
The beauty of a drifting time
Watch it floating from afar
Careful not to get too close
Or he might just touch who you are
I’m waiting for my best friend now
For her to sooth my troubled thoughts
A fine line separates us from him
A window pane of broken glass
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by Brad Odland
See the world spinning 'round a spindle
Rocking this whole land
See the freedom rocking you hand
It's kind of like something it was there
Baby, momma left
Or telling me what's wrong
When you find you can't cope
You've got love, love, love
My my baby
Take you hand and swing along
Now we can feel the love
It's love of rock and roll
My camera is taking pictures
Of your selfishness
Writing down all the things you meant to say
But you can't say them yourself
Love, love, love baby
Baby love, love
It's what you need
Love, love baby
Is what the world just needs
Maybe tonight will cut you like a stone
My my baby she loves
Loves rock n' roll....now
Top
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by Brad Odland
It's the wall
On the wall
On the wall
On the wall
Now there's something more for you
Now I can feel
See my wandering eye
As it stares at you
On the wall
On the wall
On the wall
On the wall
Walked on by
See the waves and your eye
Maybe time will tell you
What things are
On the wall
On the wall again
On the wall
On the wall
"chorus"
On the wall
On the wall she cried
On the wall
On the wall
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by Brad Odland
Well he grew up on a flatland western prarie
The wind blew accross the weary snow
And the grass would grow
The sun would shine beat down oh his head
And he looked to the East
Wonder when he'd get out
Get off this farm
Get on with it
It's what he's waiting for his whole life
Yeah... his whole life
It's what he's waiting for his whole life
So in the morning he got up early
Took the keys to the truck
He headed out east on highway 12
And he never looked back
He kept on driving 'til the sun came up
And the buildings were rising
Up on the side
He saw the blood red reflection
In his sad eyes
It's what he's waiting for
Oh Yeah... his whole life
Oh Yeah... his whole life
Oh Yeah... his whole life
It's what he's waiting for his whole life
Oh Yeah... his whole life
Now he takes the number 17 bus on highway 12
To the place where he works
A picture frame <next to words I can't figure out>
He's happy now for a time being
As he gets back the bus to ride on through
He sees the sun dripping in the sky
And the buildings are blowing up
Up so high
It's what he's waiting for his whole life
It's what he's here his whole life
He waited for his whole life
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by Brad Odland
Turn back where you're from
See the sun
Happy smiling people on the run
See the joy on you face
Makes me smile
Feel the sand in your toes for a while
'Cause it's a new day
It's a new day
White sails on the edge of
The <unintelligble>
Crispy blue skies
Waves rolling on
As we walk together
We smile along
Another peaceful moment
That we share
'Cause it's a new day
It's a new day
Life is like something that you'll
Find upon the beach
Well it's a gift watched up on
The sands of time
Well it's a new day again
A brighter start for you
Well it's a new day again
A brighter dawn for you
Pull the sheet and let her heel on down
Ride up high the side
Feet dangle down
Sparkling drops splash against
The blue blue sky
Birds are flying high
And so am I
'Cause it's a new day
It's a new day
Well it's a new day again
A brighter dawn for you
Well it's a new day again
A brighter start for you
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by Mike Fisk and Brad Odland
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by Mike Fisk and Brad Odland
The old man is burdened with obligations
Depicted by the bundle on his back
There's a child in a blue dress crouched to pick the flowers
Simple dreams are the cares that we now lack
There's a brush stoke upon the pants of the old man
This to make a patch upon his knee
A million different brush strokes to make up this large painting
But that's the only one that interests me
I walked around for hours without purpose
I'm not sure that much has been improved
An artist with a vision sent this note through a large canvas
But there's really not much there that I can use
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by Mike Fisk and Brad Odland
