My Luck EP

by Jon Brice

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released 14 March 2014

All lyrics/music/instruments/vocals*/production: Jon Brice

*Lead vocals & vocal effects on 'That Crowded Room': Lauren H.

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Track Name: You Make All The Rules
I’d like to see you in your best light
I’d like to see you when you’re soon my wife
I’d like to see you a little older, babe
I’d like to see you somewhere in the gray

‘Cause I’m a sinner, dear
Yes, I’m a sinner here
Where you make all the rules

Passing around a collection plate
Wearing your tightest Sunday skirt
Oh, you make it hard for me to hate
The things I love, when they make me hurt

I’d like to see you in your childhood room
And maybe learn how you grew up so soon
I’d like to see you a little wiser, babe
I’d like to see you somewhere in the gray

‘Cause I’m a sinner, dear
Yes, I’m a sinner here
Where you make all the rules

A walking, talking body of Christ
So blessed and milky white
Oh, I’m praying for your healing touch
To get me through this devilish night

‘Cause I’m a sinner, dear
Yes, I’m a sinner here
And I’m saving all my sins for you
Wearing my darkest Sunday suit
And that gold belt buckle you love

I’ve seen your eyes fixed on it
And I can tell you want it
So lay your healing hands on it
I’ve seen your eyes fixed on it
Girl, I can tell you want it
So lay your bleeding hands on it

Yes, be a sinner here
Where you make all the rules
Track Name: Where I Want To Be Lost
You have all that I want
And I have everything
You are the open window
I am the broken wing

You are every single line
That I will never cross
You are all the places
Where I want to be lost

You have all that I want
And I have what you see
It doesn’t look like much
But it’s as good as it can be

And those movie endings
Where everybody cries
I never understood them
Oh, but now I know why

And those movie endings
Where everybody laughs
I always understood them
But that was in the past

You have all that I want
And I have everything
The reinvented wheel
And a new song to sing

You are every single soul
That has ever bared a cross
I am the rolled away stone
That gathers all your moss

You have all that I want
And I have what you see
It’s doesn’t look like much
But it’s enough for me

And those movie endings
Where everybody cries
I never understood them
Oh, but now I know why

And those movie endings
Where everybody laughs
I always understood them
But that was in the past
Track Name: That Crowded Room
The senator came back down to earth
And no one deals in universal ideals
Under the table, progress is being made
Children in safe schools, father back to work
Mother drinking at home waiting to heal

The poet could not find the words
To describe the pianist’s lack of third
The dancer stood still as a stone
The painter made her feel at home
In the middle of that crowded room

She asked them to sit before her
And though they had the choice
They each refused to dare converse
Or perhaps they simply lost their voice
In the middle of that crowded room

They asked a man to choose with care
Though every care was up to them
One planted a flower in his hair
One planted a gun upon his chin
In the middle of that crowded room

The singer could not find the note
So the pianist played a simpler chord
And the poet praised that major third
In words he learned years ago by rote
In the middle of that crowded room

(The painter’s eyes following her)
Track Name: Past Due Taxes
You said you would love me
You said you would need me
You said you would want me

But where are you now?
Yeah, where are you now?
I’m not so sure anymore

You said that I looked handsome
You said my words were so sweet
You said you couldn’t wait to meet

But who is that I see now?
Yeah, who are you now?
For him, for me, for nobody

I’ll admit I looked you up
Before I’d ever heard of you
In this world one can’t be sure

But all those old police reports
Past due taxes and thinking ahead
I should’ve seen what stood before me
What I see right here, right now
Track Name: My Luck
Life is better when I’m asleep
Life is better when I’m deep
Drifting with the current
Drinking up that courage

Where it’s always on the house
That I wouldn’t dare bet against
‘Cause I’m so bad with numbers
And my luck don’t make sense

Life is better outside this room
Life is better sometime soon
But having it figured out
Still leaves me feeling doubt

When it comes down to it
I should just throw away the keys
‘Cause I’m so good at having
All the things that no one needs

Love is better when I don’t try
Death is better when I survive
Lungs burned by cigarettes
Coughing up all my regrets

They dissolve in the city water
And mix with everyone else's
Then float down long rivers
I can only imagine the deltas

But life is better; I guess you’d say
When the sun rises one more day
And though the stars fade from view
I know they will soon appear anew

‘Cause that’s always on the house
That I wouldn’t dare bet against
When I’m so bad with numbers
And my luck don’t make sense
Track Name: Tired of Rhymes
Remove your sunglasses; you’re not blind yet
A little sunshine wouldn’t hurt now
Remove that plastic smile; the summer will melt
You never minded the cold anyhow

Revise your artist statement; the abstract is too real
And you’re dreaming of ones and zeroes
Revise your business plan; needs more ambition
And how will you get ahead in those clothes?

Look around, so many things to be
A bit like you and a bit like me
A bit like him and a bit like she
Would like to be, would like to be
And strive to be, and lie to be
Just drive with me, drive with me

And watch the sun cease to shine
Watch the trees lose their leaves
Inch your hand closer to mine
Trust me, I’ll grab it just in time
To let go of what’s holding me down
And let the rest drown

Erase my intelligence; what good is it
Without contentment or easy sleep
Erase my history; I’m tired of rhymes
That don’t repeat, yet appear line after line

Give me some credit; at least I try
Not as hard as most, I’ll admit that
I’m stuck in my cage; at least I know
And more than most, I’m a decent rat