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Grey Green Eyes
03:28
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GREY GREEN EYES
She was pretty, with grey green eyes
I saw them sparkle, I saw them shine
I told myself a thousand lies
Staring into those grey green eyes
Staring into those grey green eyes
I thought I knew what was real and true
I thought I'd seen a thing or two
But I got cut right down to size
With just one look from those grey green eyes
Only took one look from those grey green eyes
When I love, I love so much
It can get messy, it can be rough
Lonesome lows and dizzy highs
Spinning round and round in those grey green eyes
Going round and round in those grey green eyes
She was pretty, yeah she was fine
And if I could read, she was a sign
True love sparkles and true love shines
It's just a trick of those grey green eyes
Yeah it's just a trick of those grey green eyes
It's just a trick of those grey green eyes
© Eberhard L. Faber 2020-21
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Guns and Sharp Swords
04:43
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GUNS AND SHARP SWORDS
Once I had a view
A clear picture of you
And once we were one and not two
And I gave up my soul for you
And once I had a taste
Of the feeling that you always chased
And I gave you what you had misplaced
The gift that I stole for you
Heard through as glass
A word from the past
In cold misty mountains I hunger
In a lonely dark town
I lay down to drown
And in fantasy’s fountains grow younger
Your words will rush in and slice through my skin
They make the loneliest chords
Guns and sharp swords
Maybe we went for a ride
And maybe you locked me inside
And maybe I broke down and cried
And tore out my eyes for you
And you can take home what you steal
And you can love what is real
But you can’t feel what I feel
Cause I’m just a prize for you
Come my ghost
Come curl up close
So many years I’ve been yearning
The battle is done
And I sleep in the sun
You’ll bless me as I lie here burning
You words will rush in and slice through my skin
They make the loneliest chords
Guns and sharp swords
© Eberhard L. Faber 2020-21
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3. |
Claiborne Avenue
05:18
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CLAIBORNE AVENUE
Most summer evenings when the lights go down
Camp chairs unfold on the neutral ground
But not tonight we got it all shut down
That’s how it has to be
Nothing doing in Louis Armstrong’s town
The Zulu king has got no Zulu crown
Step outside and you won’t hear a sound
And you surely won’t hear me
Who knows what you might catch in the air
Three hundred years of heartbreak linger there
And the sign says “forgotten by care”
But you know that ain’t true
No drunks beneath the corner light
Carjackers all stayed home tonight
But you still keep your windows rolled up tight
When you drive down Claiborne Avenue
You can still wander round this place
But all the tourists left without a trace
You can’t drink with a mask on your face
And they closed up all the bars
Ain’t nothing doing down on Magazine Street
Can’t get a beer can’t get a bite to eat
No second line, no Pocky Way beat
Just a few slow moving cars
Who knows what you might catch in the air (etc)
Last time I saw you, my eyes were crossed
I’d twisted myself up and gotten lost
I broke the rules and I paid the cost
You know nothing comes free
Now Mr. Bienville he has gone away
No one remembers Mr. Claude Tremé
And me I’m holding on for a better day
Or a better way to be
Who knows what you might catch in the air (etc)
© Eberhard L. Faber 2020-21
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4. |
That Jesus Love
04:19
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THAT JESUS LOVE
If you’re staring up at the stars
From a high cool mountain pass
Jesus loves you
If you’re sleeping in a cardboard box
Beneath a highway overpass
Jesus loves you
If you’re shivering in the winter
In a cave dark as a tomb
Jesus loves you
If you’re in a New Orleans summer garden
Smelling sweet sweet olive bloom
Jesus loves you
Well the world is a crazy place
And the crazy shows no signs of slowing, no no no
But the one thing we all got going is that Jesus love
Don’t matter where you gone wrong
What you’ve done or where you been, no no no
We can all take comfort in that Jesus love
If your heart is filled with anger
Or your soul twisted up with hate
Jesus still loves you
Or if you’re comfy in a rich man’s bed
With the AC on sixty-eight
Jesus still loves you
You may be flush, you may be broke
May be respected, may be a joke
Jesus still loves you
You may be a saint free of all blame
Or eaten up inside from shame
Jesus still loves you
Well the world is a raging fire
Many will strive and most will fail, yeah yeah yeah
But at the very end of the tale is that Jesus love
After all this suffering and desire
After this pointless seeming game, yeah yeah yeah
It shines on all the same, that Jesus love
© Eberhard L. Faber 2020-21
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5. |
Kenosha Baby
06:05
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KENOSHA BABY
Kenosha baby
You blew me apart
How can I ever forget your name
Kenosha baby
You broke my heart
And I don’t think that I, however I try
Can ever be the same
Well Kyle you were cute
In your policeman suit
And your sweet captain’s hat
Kyle I give you so much credit for that
But you walked in half assed
And the shit got real fast
Coulda stayed home in bed
Now you shot three men dead
Who put all those dumb ideas in your sweet head?
And my sweet teenage friend
Your 15 minutes will end
But the lives that you took
Kyle, there ain't no way to close up that book
Burning and smashing, it's all in good fun
But now my revolutionaries look what you've done
You made little Kyle leave Illinois with his gun
I’m so sorry my son
I’m sorry for what you done
Kenosha baby
You blew me apart
How can I ever put out these flames
Kenosha baby
You broke my heart
And I don’t think that I, however I try
Can ever be the same
Oh Kyle child I bet
You could be a star
Can’t even buy a cigarette
But Kyle somehow you can carry an AR
Cause this is America where shit is insane
Where some eyes see murder and think "how can I gain"
And Julia Jackson please let me explain
Your words were so beautiful but there’s an oncoming train
Speeding down the track, 500 miles an hour
And there’s no looking back, and its fury and power
Are carrying us home
Carry me home
Kenosha baby
You blew me apart
How can I ever win this game
Kenosha baby
You broke my heart
And I don’t think that I, however I try
Can ever be the same
And I don’t think that I, however I try
Can ever be the same
© Eberhard L. Faber 2020-21
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6. |
You Know Me Best
04:15
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YOU KNOW ME BEST
The wind blew cold across the Upper West Side
The night was dark do you remember how we cried
Our cuts were bleeding and our world was spinning round
You never made a sound
Just helped me get undressed
You know me best
Miles of our highway passed along into the night
Between the headlights and the neon shining bright
We never woke up, we could never see the sun
You put me on the run
You put me to the test
You know me best
And I can’t stand the pain
And I can’t feel the rain
And I, I don’t know why I’m here again
You see more than you say
You say more than the rest
You know me best
We shared a story and in time we shared a life
You walked beside me, had our child, became my wife
I treasured all your gifts and stacked them in the hall
When finally came the fall
You had already guessed
You know me best
I played the villain in the movie of our lives
You threw your lines across the screen like circus knives
And as I ran away still wondering what it meant
I still thought you were heaven sent
And we were heaven blessed
You know me best
And I can’t stand the pain
And I can’t feel the rain
And I, I don’t know why I’m here again
So put me on the run
And put me to the test
You know me best
© Eberhard L. Faber 2020-21
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7. |
Moon Tide
05:12
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MOON TIDE
I have done all you asked
Left roses by the roadside
For you to grab as you pass
I have done all you asked
Disrobed all your saviors,
See the blood behind the glass
Don’t ask me anymore, don’t reason why
Moon tide is rolling
Now I must be rolling too
You took all I could give
Found my hidden treasure
But it’s no use to you, my friend
You took all I could give
Stole my cruel devices
They could kill you in the end
Don’t ask me anymore, don’t reason why
Moon wind is lonely
Now I am lonely too
I have done all that you asked
To no good fortune
And winter starts today
I have done all that you asked
Your ship is loading
And I must stow away
Don’t ask me anymore, don’t reason why
Moon tide is leaving
And I am leaving too
© Eberhard L. Faber & Tad Troilo 2020-21
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8. |
Ship
03:54
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SHIP
All I got I learned from wondering
Wondered if I had a clue at all
But I know for sure you're beautiful
That's enough to get me through for now
Let's build a boat, let's build a relation ship
Let's throw our baggage overboard
We'll check for leaks, make sure it doesn't sink
I don't want to swim in shit no more
Well thanks for listening while I ramble on and on
I guess you might want time to think
But from what I know of the rest of this world
I'll bet your other options stink
Let's build a boat, let's build a relation ship
Let's throw our baggage overboard
We'll check for leaks, make sure it doesn't sink
I don't want to swim in shit no more
Okay let's talk about my character flaws
I guess I might have one or two
But I think they can be overlooked
You know I'd do the same for you
Let's build a boat, let's build a relation ship
Let's throw our baggage overboard
We'll check for leaks, make sure it doesn't sink
I don't want to swim in shit no more
© Tom Pirozzi 2020-21
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9. |
Down At The Fly
05:58
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DOWN AT THE FLY
Meet me down at the Fly
And we can sit and talk a while
You know the same old bench by the softball field
And we can think back one more time
To when I first beheld your smile
In thirty seconds then my fate was sealed
Meet me down at the Fly
We can watch the Mississippi flow
And maybe not a word needs to be said
Meet me for just half an hour
Cause at this point I’d like to know
If you’re even a thing outside my head
At the Fly where half the broken hearts in Louis Armstrong’s town
Sit staring toward the southern sunset glow
We’re drinking wine or smoking weed or stretched out on the ground
We’re lonesome but we’re free
Watch the muddy river flow
To the Gulf of Mexico
Out into the sea
Meet me down at the Fly
Where the lost and stoned can play the fool
And we’ll maybe figure out where this went wrong
Meet me down at the Fly
Where it is peaceful as a rule
And if we can’t agree we’ll write a song
Meet me in the afternoon
December stress could make you faint
And holding on so tight to all we’d planned
Meet me down at the Fly
By where you met the no name saint
He gave you words of truth he wrote by hand
At the Fly where half the broken hearts in Louis Armstrong’s town
Sit staring toward the southern sunset glow
We’re drinking wine or smoking weed or stretched out on the ground
We’re lonesome but we’re free
Watch the muddy river flow
To the Gulf of Mexico
Out into the sea
© Eberhard L. Faber 2020-21
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10. |
Just To Be
05:08
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JUST TO BE
Well I’m looking for sanity
In my fifty-fourth year
Better late than never
Better courage than fear
And I’m trying to find wisdom
Just a drop at a time
Trying to turn off the noise
And shut off my mind
If my soul could rest peaceful
If my brain could be quiet
It sounds so impossible
But I’m still gonna try it
Cause I’ve been running in circles
For oh so long
And in so many ways
I have been so wrong
So baby let us rest, together
And baby we’ll be blessed, forever
Such a gift we have received
Just to breathe, just to be
You know I had such promise
Back when I was young
All those words I wrote
All those songs I sung
What did it all amount to?
Who was I trying to show?
Now it’s time to move on
Time to let it all go
I had longing in my heart
From so early on
And I know that this longing
May never be gone
But it don’t have to rule me
I can take a stand
And I won’t let it fool me
I can be my own man
So baby let us rest, together
And baby we’ll be blessed, forever
Such a gift we have received
Just to breathe, just to be
© Eberhard L. Faber 2020-21
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Doctor Lo New Orleans, Louisiana
Dr. Lo Faber is a singer, songwriter, and multi-instrumentalist based in New
Orleans.
He has been writing, performing, and recording for over thirty years. He formed God Street Wine in New York in the late 1980s and led the band for 12 years of nonstop touring and recording.
After GSW broke up in 2000 Faber produced the rock operas Henry's House and Friday Night Freakshow.
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