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The Stranger
02:41
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The Stranger
Tanned and weary traveler seek shelter from the pain
Let all your thought be thinking of Winter and the Rain
Seek pleasure in your fortune seek pleasure for your gain
Do not console yourself with Winter and the Rain
Wonder where she goes wonder who she knows
Mesmerizes all her prizes mesmerizing me
All her plans were made all her maids were paid
Loving everyone sacrificing me
Home I left you standing by yourself
Was it a crime what’s in a cry
Love it takes a heart to carry on
Why can’t you hold it you bought it and sold it
Girl you left before you said goodbye
Was it a lie, what’s in a lie
Cloud rain down on where I used to stand
Make a new plan find a new band
I can hear her say you must fade away
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Another silly Morphodite
04:01
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Another Silly Morphodite
Where ya goin baby, you better lock your kitchen up tight
Remember what I told you, thieves come out in packs at midnight
It’s the nature of the wild beast to slay you then to eat you on sight
Your smile exudes entrapment, your gender ‘bout to scare me to death
Tonight you’re lookin’ funny, you’d think you were a damsel distressed
I think I’ll drink a whiskey, another cigarette to catch my breath
Your apology is like screwin’ a train
If I can’t show you a real good time
Maybe you’re in want of a brain
I’m hopin’ that tomorrow, will go find a corner tonight
I think I found a friend who says they never lock their kitchen up tight
So tonight I’ll find a wild, wild beast, who will slay me and will gobble me on sight
Where ya goin’ baby, you better lock that kitchen up tight
The thieves will come to slay you, they love to gnaw your bones every night
I need another whiskey like I need another silly Morphodite
I need another whiskey like I need another silly Morphodite
Yeah I need another whiskey like I need another silly Morphodite
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Orange Sunshine
04:30
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Orange Sunshine
White lies in a scarlet letter
Rains all day
Jaded, jaded
Here, in the found and lost
Darkness Rain
Jaded, jaded
So tired of wastin’ away
Burned out
Don’t ask me to stay
Winter, not for better
Go away
Jaded, jaded
Stay warm but never been colder
So far away, never can hold her
Winter, not for better
Go away
Jaded, jaded
Give me all that good Orange Sunshine
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Momentary Haze
04:38
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She melts into the Sky
Fools saunter round
A final cigarette
Mines upside down
The bleeding a secondary phase
Melancholy, momentary haze
Howling crimson lights
Never knew the names
Her crown enfolded
In burning twisted flames
The magic
In my eyes gone away
Melancholic, momentary haze
She waited too long
Waited to late
Eleven September
Crowded house of fate
Her memory
Scattered through the haze
Melancholy, momentary haze
Momentary days
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Ease my Burden
04:23
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I’ve had some days, I’d like to forget
There must be some lessons I haven’t learned yet
The edge of the world will not find me still
Sad years they will crush you when nothing else will
There were some times I couldn’t go on
There were good moments those moments are gone
They say there’s a place where the sun always shines
I’ll never see it through all these hard times
I’ll keep on goin’ what else can I do
If you ease my burden, I’ll take some from you
They say make your own way, pay dues on time
But each day you die some buried alive
You smile, laugh and cry at times you even shine
But when midnight finds the Devil, it’s you in disguise
They say times are changin’ but will they tonight
It don’t really matter I give up the fight
I could never show you my crass downtown tears
Tears that I shed washed those city blocks clear
So I’ll keep on goin’, what else can I do
If you ease my sorrow, I’ll take some from you
I’ve had some days, I’d like to forget
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Vaporized
02:58
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I watched you hide in the woods
You were a myth
You took my toys all away
Vaporized, Vaporized
I let you vibe in my car
You were amused
I let you ride on my back
Vaporized, Vaporized
I let you come in my heart
You let it bleed away
I got no cents for a dime
Vaporized, Vaporized
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Play
05:13
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She died one Tuesday, a quiet suicide
Four years she tried a smile but she could only cry
Snow drifts on hallowed ground, cold envelopes me
Block of granite stone words… (what’d she say what’d she say)
Eve of Christmas day, when he was only five
The hearse in route, her only child, scheduled to arrive
Now my friend, at this lonely place
Grey, granite stone words…
Let the children play, let them dream away
See magic every day, children play
Before the laughter fades, before the joy subsides
Amidst your flowing tears, will they see you cry
You were them one day, so
Children play
In my empty room her coffee cup sits there
A spot of cherry brandy stains her worn and empty chair
Outside my darkened room, they say it’s Christmas day
I cry myself to sleep and let the children play
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The Mohawk
04:21
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Mohawks built the Empire state, back in ‘32
No fear of falling, no fear of fear it’s true
They were one not two not three or four or more
Some say it was a funnel cloud that just got in his way
Some say it was Excedrin and a cheerful Cabernet
When her father fell he went not down but up into the sky
They never found his body some say they saw him fly
But nothing really matters but the space between the black and white
No book or song or telephone will gather your insight
No captive eyes, cloudless haze, sunstroke heat has filled his gaze
In 1964 befriended by a Gray
But François saw it happen and he lives until this day
He says it wasn’t wind or wine but something sort of gray
Yeah François saw it happen and he lives until this day
We are like ceramic tiles that crush beneath the cleat
We are only cattle being herded for our meat, like B-movie goers fighting for our seat
A drummer in a metal band searchin’ for the beat
Like static in the atmosphere that shocks our fingertips
Like rodents in the cold blue rain monks feed on poker chips
Do ashes that were once a fire walk hand in hand with flame
Or do they now believe the solemn ground is where they came
Will the loneliness I can’t explain ever leave me be
Am I looking at my happiness too subjectively?
All I know is all I know and all I know is this
That which can’t be firmly held is nothing to be missed
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Northern Wisconsin
03:30
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I be a virtuoso, play my clever lines
Fake my Robert Johnson, mop bloody floors for dimes
Ask my fine and weathered friend, through my fractured Zen
Lay it out piece by piece in frigid Wisconsin
I be a drunken Icon, like Master Iggy Pop
Fake my Eric Clapton, go home and wring the mop
Go outside seek some shade sip lemonade my friend
Roll a funny cigarette in Northern Wisconsin
(Chorus)
Wisconsin
where you run with sheep and the creeps and the lonely old harlot beats
where you sleep with the sheep and the creeps and the cranky ole harlot beats
where you die with the sheep and the creeps and the funky old harlot beats
you better watch out and you better not cry cos’ the monkeys gonna get you if you cry, cry, cry
I recall those warm ole days those times way back when
But in my frozen far off dreams I still reach Wisconsin
My soul is dead from countless months of bitter Winter snow
My heart is hard and lonesome and the rivers never flow
Drink whiskey from a mounted fish mop floors for a dime
Act like virtuoso, play my clever lines
Wisconsin
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Now the Devil grooms for dinner
As the Saints filet the sinner
I’ll be in prison by the weekend
And the gods they bathe before me
In the stench of Mark the Homely
I’ll slit his throat before dawn
I brought my shotgun to the city
I aint’ lookin’ great and it isn’t fuckin’ pretty
Goin’ ninety miles an hour sittin’ in my crib
Yeah I brought my sawed-off to the city
But I feel fine
And I got some time
I’ll be imprisoned by the weekend
But a sinner is a sinner, yeah, a sinner is a sinner
Shot Lennon you freak
But I feel fine
And I got some time
I’ll be in prison by the weekend
But a sinner is a sinner, yeah, a sinner is a sinner
Mark Chapman you dead
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Because (Dave Clark, Ron Ryan) ©1964
It’s right that I should care about you
And try to make you happy when you’re blue
It’s right, it’s right, to feel the way I do
Because, because I love you
It’s wrong to say I don’t think of you
Cause when you say these things
You know it makes me blue
Give me one kiss and I’ll be happy
Just, just to be with you
Give me, give me a chance to be near you
Because, because I love you
Give me one kiss and I’ll be happy
Just, just to be with you
Give me, give me, a chance to be near you
Because, because I love you
Because, because I love you
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Bill Bice Wisconsin
Played the casinos in Wisconsin, Michigan, Minnesota, Louisana, Mississippi and Iowa. Been overseas for two tours to Spain,
Italy, Turkey, Ecuador, Honduras and Guantanamo Bay to entertain the U.S.Troops. Performed for two four-month long tours aboard the Century and Mercury (Celebrity) Cruise Ships
I am in search of a Full time Band. I play Lead/Rhythm guitar and sing Lead/Backup Vocals.
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