Slowrain Album

Who am I to stand here
Who am I to chase you
Who am I to feel the rain on my skin
I woke up this morning with the sun going down

Lie to me, tell me you love me, but don’t let go
I’m your fool
I am your fool

Do you want my dream
Do you want my memories
Do you want what a smile can hide
Running through a shadowed place to your door

Lie to me, tell me you love me, but don’t let go
I’m your fool
I am your fool

If you told me you were playing in a big ol’ band
I’d meet you there making a way through the crowd
Any minute now…

Maybe you never saw me
Maybe you never knew me
Maybe you never needed from me
I’m outside watching bridges we’re burning

Lie to me, tell me you love me, but don’t let go
I’m your fool
I am your fool
I’m your fool
I am your fool

A part of my life
With pictures of you
In a box under the bed
Documented illusions of time
a place I go to reconnect
Where the past starts to make sense

In a box of remember when
Memories inside, holding time
In a box of remember then
Holding on to time

Images of mine, a life line
hanging on a wall
framed in my mind
A place to hide with illusions of time
where the past seems to make sense

In a box of remember when
Memories inside, holding time
In a box of remember then
Holding on to time

Parts of my life with pictures of you
in a treasured chest
from under the bed

Made it through storms of change
Tears of laughter, tears from pain
some emotions I try to explain
like clouds feeding us slow rain
as the box gets opened again

In a box of remember when
Memories inside, holding time
In a box of remember then
Holding on to time

Standing at the Whisky door, the night Ray died
Made for closing down the Rainbow, like we’ve been here before

We knew it was London calling, Rudies we were
Working tall against the clampdown, Palladium bound

There you go getting to heaven in a joy ride, well welcome to the rock show
It’s better to rock with soul in a heart and just roll, roll on…

There he goes
There he goes
There he goes
There goes a regular

Close your eyes
Don’t you hear
The music playing
I can still feel the droning streets
Through the wall
There he goes
There he goes
There goes a regular

Standing at the foot of the Fillmore stage, there’s time for another encore
Turn up the guitar a little louder, just gotta have some more

There he goes
There he goes
There he goes
There goes a regular

Diamond Dogs riffing in our ears, down the boulevard
Mr. Jones singing hunky dory, had to let ourselves go

Just like Danko through the canyon, echoing home
Meet you at the zen arcade, get some satisfaction in your sway

There he goes
There he goes
There goes a regular

Oh my sweet round and round
Won’t you be my sweet round and round

Sitting here with my late night friend
Watching the colors fly
Not trying to be good on a bad ol’ day
Where do I send my valentines

Oh my sweet round and round
Won’t you be my sweet round and round

Where the sun never sets
Orange blossoms getting high in your hair
Alone with my music again
Anything but here in the middle

Riding across the deep night sky
It’s the price of that country fair
Once upon a law in an old, gold land
Where you don’t sell your way back home

Last chance romance
Where the wildflowers glow
It’s as if I never left
From revelations to Tennessee

Oh my sweet round and round
Won’t you be my sweet round and round
Oh my sweet round and round
Won’t you be my sweet round and round

Rest your weary arms
You are home to me
Breaking with the day
My love is laid away

All the things I held
In my hands were lost
The sun won’t go down on you
My sweet, sweet child

Meet you at the Star Motel

The whisper of the pines
Grace is all I need
We will take our stand
Wherever you may go

Rays of light and shine
Move above the ground
The way of the winner
Has drawn to a close

Meet you at the Star Motel

Standing at a window
Watching the water rise
A promise lies awake
By the light of fireflies

A full and tireless river
Is where I put my name
Never doing harm
Bringing the gift of fire

Meet you at the Star Motel

Made in LA when I was just born
Little pueblo town in a great big basin
When you’re small the whole world wants you
Every year older gotta be a bit bolder

Would my instincts be enough
Or would it take a whole lotta luck
I’m not here to take some pledge
But who do I send my songs to now

Santa Ana winds like a voice through the canyon
Singing me songs all night long
Come the morning time when the offshores blow
I’m at the water’s edge wanting some more

Sun came up over San Berdo hills
It went back down behind Catalina
Out at night to see some lights
Round about nine I was standing in the rain

Why did you say yes my poor lost love
I thought it was ok to love you some more
How was I gonna to take good care of you
I barely knew how to take care of myself

Santa Ana winds like a voice through the canyon
Singing me songs all night long
Come the morning time when the offshores blow
I’m at the water’s edge wanting some more

Last time I saw anything like this
Was a big ol’ parade floating by your door
C’mon baby try and break my heart
They say it gets stronger every time around

Santa Ana winds like a voice through the canyon
Singing me songs all night long
Come the morning time when the offshores blow
I’m at the water’s edge wanting some more

Young boy all by myself
Doing no one no harm

Thinking there is going to be more time
To spend it all on this life

Cameras in the jungle
Faith coming down

Casualty counts at night
On the news every day

Could I even learn to fight
What will my future bring

Cameras in the jungle
Faith coming down

When the days can’t get no darker
The light still finds its way
I used to dream
Love come take me over

We’re so easy to break
A long time to heal

Is someone else going to do it
We are just children here

Cameras in the jungle
Faith coming down

Why was I born a boy
We are the drafted ones

Could I lay down my life
Be a good soldier man

Cameras in the jungle
Faith coming down

When the days can’t get no darker
The light still finds its way
I used to dream
Love come take me over

This world will betray
Its very own sons

Last words are not our own
I’ll meet you there

Cameras in the jungle
Faith coming down

The past doesn’t belong to us no more

I’m missing Jimi and Johnny

Loud guns save lives

Anthem of the lonely

Working hard keeping depression outside this door

This moment is ours

It’s late enough

The stars have been hung
The countdown has begun
The backbeat is driven steady
With the tumbling

Moon, around the corner
Near the harbor’s edge
A trumpeter pierces the night
The melody, plays the band
Plays the band

Eyes open white
Ears to the ground
The runaway train that is your heart
Is bound to

Glory, by our sides
Beats our love as drums
Because we already knew
The melody, plays the band
Plays the band

Gotta turn it up, c’mon
I’ll meet you
Gotta turn it up, c’mon
It’s our future

Paintings of you
Hung all down the hall
A sound that nobody hears
Some kind of

Actor, on their own
Landscape of the street
A lamp post stands awake
The melody, plays the band
Plays the band

The fever of your name
Is secret no more
There is greatness near
In every

Day, that you find
We are rolling home
Come on over to me
The melody, plays the band
Plays the band

Gotta turn it up, c’mon
I’ll meet you
Gotta turn it up, c’mon
It’s our future