Category Archives: Lyrics

Lyrics for Pass The Cup

[As usual, you can listen to the song in the previous post or on Soundcloud.]

Pass the Cup

© 2014 Stephen K. Roberts

Did you ever want to be,
A star?
Me too,
It was off there in the distance,
So far,
Away,
From school.

No man really wants to live,
His life,
Alone,
Planned or not the path begets a wife,
Some kids,
A home.

Knowing there are still dreams that we don’t share,
I contemplate with extra care,
The shrinking choices that surround us, as we make our way,
Through yet another day.
Don’t send it on its way.

I don’t want to hear the same,
Excuse,
Again,
Everybody’s busy come on lose,
That tired,
Refrain.

If you’re waiting for someone,
To bring,
The cake,
Listen and you’ll hear the kettle sing,
It’s yours,
To make.

SOLO

Knowing there are still dreams that we don’t share,
I contemplate with extra care,
The shrinking choices that surround us, as we make our way,
Through yet another day.
Don’t turn the cup away.

Did you ever want to give,
It up?
Not me,
I’m looking to be ready when they pass,
My cup,
Of tea.

Lyrics for Forever

[As usual, you can listen to the song in the previous post or on Soundcloud.]

Forever

© 2015 Stephen K. Roberts

I can write with this heart forever,
It once was broken, but it held together,
It’s been swollen up with pride,
Forced to take a side,
Thrown away by better than you babe,
But it keeps beating out the measure,
Sorrow, joy, and pleasure,
I can write with this heart forever.

And I can sing with this voice forever,
It may grow soft or start to creak like leather,
It was pitchy at its best,
Still I can’t give it a rest,
It’s been criticized by bigger than you babe,
But it’s the only one I own,
And it’s gonna call me home,
Yes, I can sing with this voice forever.

I can walk on this earth forever,
Ride the wind, meander with the river,
Be a thought in someone’s mind,
Convince them to be kind,
Be part of something bigger than me babe,
It’s like a double feature,
Reclaimed by mother nature,
I can walk on this earth forever.

And you could write on this heart forever,
All it takes is a word, or gesture,
And we’re connected by a thread,
That’s part of one big web,
It stretches ‘cross this great big world, babe,
And it never goes away,
You can go or you can stay,
But you can write on this heart forever.

Lyrics for Shortcomings

[As usual, you can listen to the song in the previous post or on Soundcloud.]

Shortcomings

© 2016 Stephen K. Roberts

I’m forthcoming,
’Bout my shortcomings,
And she’s not going, going, going, going gone,
That’s how we get along.

’Long as I’m not preachy,
We get along real peachy,
No need to get along, get along, get along, get along little doggie,
’S all okey-dokey.

BRIDGE 1
I used to run around this town,
Without a single care,
Now the thought of disappointing her,
Is more than I can bear.

I’m forthcoming,
‘Bout my shortcomings,
I’ve been hushin’ and pushin’ my demons far aside,
But wear my scars with pride.

Proud to kiss her sweetly,
I give myself completely,
I gotta give it up, give it all, face the test, break this wall of doubt,
That’s what I figured out.

BRIDGE 2
I still mess up, still let her down,
That’s the nature of this beast,
But now I’m doin’ everything I can,
Where I used to do my least.

I’m forthcoming,
’Bout my shortcomings,
And she is patience, goodness beauty to my eyes,
That’s why this bad boy cries.

Cries of joy, not sorrow,
If she’s with me tomorrow,
And then the next day, no way, one day at a time,
For now we’re doin’ fine.

’Cause I’m forthcoming,
’Bout my shortcomings,
And she’s not goin’, goin’, goin’,
Goin’ gone!

Lyrics for Coming Home

[As usual, you can listen to the song in the previous post or on Soundcloud.]

Coming Home

© 2011 Stephen K. Roberts

Oh I’ve never understood those,
Who kick up such a big fuss,
Every time the two of them will be apart,
Such a lack of heart.
And I’ve never understood those,
Who have to stick together,
Closer than two books upon a study shelf,
Such a lack of self.

You and I, we know we’re gonna come and go,
You and I, we want to see each other grow,
And we can’t really say we’re lonely,
When it’s nice to be alone ,
But it feels so good, to know I’m coming home.

The alarm goes off this morning,
I reach out to where you lay,
But you won’t be back for many days and nights,
It’ll be all right.
And as I head off this morning,
I can’t help but miss that one thing,
Launch some love across the time zones through the sky,
Feel my kiss good-bye.

You and I, we see across infinity.
You and I, we hear a wind-borne melody.
Now the voice I miss is filtered,
Through a telephone,
So it feels so good to know you’re coming home.

Coming home, coming home,
Coming home, coming home.

Seems we’ve always been together,
But that simply isn’t true,
There was once a time your dreams did not include me,
That’s no tragedy.
Seems we’ll always be together,
But that simply isn’t true,
There will come a day when death will do us part,
Don’t let it break your heart.

‘Cause you and I, we’ll see, across infinity,
Yes you and I, we’ll hear that wind-borne melody.
When our traveling days are over,
And there’s no place left to roam,
It will feel so good to know we’re coming home.

Lyrics for My Life On A Shelf

My Life on a Shelf

© 2015 Stephen K. Roberts

Poking through the spare room,
Walls are lined with a clash of colours,
I pull out one of a thousand aligned spines.
Over here a textbook,
Over there a world shared mind to mind.

Flipping through the pages,
The words and smells and textures all combine.

That’s my life on a shelf,
Reminding me of who I once was,
My life on a shelf,
Souvenirs from the world of self,
Where’s the harm in traveling back.

There beside the TV,
A hundred movies climb to the ceiling,
Among them are a few that mark our time.
Next to them, the CDs,
Dwarfed by what’s on vinyl in import and size.

Sometimes a painted jacket,
Emerges from the cover like a prize.

That’s my life on a shelf,
Reminding me of who I once was,
My life on a shelf,
Souvenirs from the world of self
Where’s the harm in traveling back.

BRIDGE
Photographs in albums, or in frames,
A shell, a stone, a coin, may do the same,
That totem in your hand,
Sparks some magic in your brain,
Keep it safe to kindle memory’s flame.

REPEAT CHORUS

Lyrics for The Day Is Done

The Day Is Done

© 2014 Stephen K. Roberts

Get up, get up, get up, get up,
Force your feet to find the floor,
Give all you’ve got for not a lot,
Swim like hell to reach the shore,
Punch the time clock, punch the keys,
Punch those numbers on the phone,
Resist the urge to punch the guy,
Who’s barking orders from his throne,
You trick yourself that busy makes the time go fast,
But isn’t the point to make each moment last.

CHORUS
The day is done,
Leave your cares upon the doorstep,
The night is young,
Lead your partner in a two-step,
You’re not too old,
To fly above the dusted floor,
And in the sigh of each last chord,
You’re content forever more.

Toss and turn, toss and turn,
Composing emails in your head,
Running through tomorrow’s scenarios,
Runs the comfort from your bed,
You fall asleep wonderin’ if these sheep,
Are being herded just like you?
Except you’ve heard the freedom call,
Of the fiddle and the ol’ one-two.
You whisk each workday quickly into past,
But isn’t the point to make each moment last.

REPEAT CHORUS

INSTRUMENTAL BRIDGE

Wake up, wake up, wake up, wake up,
You’ve been asleep for far too long,
Awaken from your zombie trance,
Hear the music, sing along,
Find the beat now, find the groove,
Make it part of every day,
Find the rhythm everywhere,
Don’t give any part away,
When there’s only now, no future and no past,
Each moment can be infinite and vast.

REPEAT CHORUS

Lyrics for Baby, Let’s Just Be

Baby, Let’s Just Be

© 2014 Stephen K. Roberts

Sometimes I feel like a lump,
Of unrealized potential,
I used to think that I was on my way,
To being something special.

But I get distracted,
By things that don’t matter,
And I’ve followed far too many dead end trails.

As the years slip by it’s plain to see,
I’m not the man I’d hoped to be,
I’m primed to find a new philosophy,
Baby, let’s just be.

When we were young we both had dreams,
Of all that we could be,
I searched the ground for rocks, the sky for stars,
You were your mamma’s prodigy.

But I got distracted,
By my ignorance of beauty,
And you gave it up for any chance at love.

Now you’re stuck with me and I with you,
Is there anything you’d rather do?
I’m more than fine, so speaking selfishly,
Baby, let’s just be.

BRIDGE
I want and you want and they want,
But it’s all just a taunt from society,
Let’s give and let’s take this chance to remake,
Our own reality.

Consumerism everywhere, well I’m not sold,
It ain’t consuming me.
You want to run away, escape,
But if you’re looking to be free,

Don’t get distracted,
By things that don’t matter,
Know there’s lots to learn down every dead end trail.

I’m content to travel anywhere,
Destination, I don’t care,
Everything I need is here with me,
Baby, let’s just be.

Lyrics for If I Had Never

If I Had Never

© 2013, Stephen K. Roberts

Why do they say it is better to have loved and lost,
Than never to have loved before?
I’m the one filing these letters and photographs,
Away in this empty drawer.

If I had never felt your touch,
If I had never felt your kiss,
If I had never known such bliss,
How would I know,
What I’m feeling now,
Isn’t solitude, but loneliness?

Finding my way through the fog of this pain is a climb,
So insurmountable,
Living a lie, telling everyone everything’s fine,
And not held accountable.

If I had never felt your touch,
If I had never felt your kiss,
If I had never known such bliss,
Screaming your name,
Streaming tears, shouting blame,
Wouldn’t so betray your tenderness.

BRIDGE:
You broke a promise,
Said you’d always stay,
I can’t forgive you,
Leastways not today,
Not yet anyway.

Shadows slip by as the sun scrapes the sky, etching fire,
And piercing the perfect blue.
Peeling away all the hurt and the grief ‘til I find,
That part of me’s made of you.

If I had never felt your touch,
If I had never felt your kiss,
If I had never known such bliss,
I’d still be here and you’d still be gone,
Nothing good could come of such a wish.

Lyrics for Nevertheless

Nevertheless

© 2011 Stephen K. Roberts

Tell me what’s wrong,
Why are you cryin’?
Tell me it’s fine,
I know that you’re lyin’.
Can I ask a question?
Is there anything that I can do?
Do you know the reason?
Nevertheless, the whole world sees you’re blue.

Distant and cold,
Words ringing hollow,
Pulling away,
To where I can’t follow.
Why is this all happening?
Where were you last night (just let me in)?
Who were you this morning?
Nevertheless I’m right here by your side.

We danced in a rain shower (soaked our clothes),
We dried by the fire (in its glow),
Nevertheless you turn and walk away.

Into your past,
Far from our present,
Are you feeling the need,
For something to lament?
Who am I to ask that?
How dare I presume to know your thoughts?
What good is an answer?
Nevertheless, the question still gets asked.

Remember in Paris (what we found),
Turned losing each other upside down,
Nevertheless you turn and walk away.

BRIDGE:
Wait in the wings,
The starlet passing on the spotlight for a ring,
To wear in place of glory.
Cast it aside,
History writes this as the day you lived or died,
It’s time to change the story.

You’re no longer here,
Where are you going?
What becomes of me?
I’ve no way of knowing.
What time are you leaving?
Why can’t you just cash that ticket in?
I’m not done believin’
Nevertheless I’ll help you pack your things.

I’m not gonna shed a single tear,
You go find your future without fear,
Nevertheless you might come back some day.

We danced in a rain shower (soaked our clothes),
We dried by the fire (in its glow),
Nevertheless you turned and walked away.
Nevertheless you turned and walked away.
Nevertheless you turned and walked away.

Lyrics: For My Guitar (Singin’ Wood)

For My Guitar (Singin’ Wood)

©2013 Stephen K. Roberts

A tree grows strong,
By taking what’s below and,
Moving it along,
Up into the light,
Where it can see the dawn,
Bridging ground and sky as it is formed.

CHORUS:
I take my guitar and play the prairie,
I take my guitar and play the shield,
I take my guitar and play the mountain,
I take my guitar and play each wave against each shore,
That’s what this singin’ wood is for.

A tree stands tall,
Listening through the wind,
To one and all,
Stories find their way,
From every port of call,
Every tavern, every legion hall.

REPEAT CHORUS

BRIDGE
Twig snap,
Birds take to the sky,
Red blaze,
Marks those about to die.

A tree’s brought down,
Chopped and cut, the pieces,
Passed all around,
A practiced hand takes care,
To shape some for its sound,
Given strings its voice is finally found,
Given strings its voice is finally found.

REPEAT CHORUS

(Note: In the next post I’ll be discussing the songwriting process for this song)