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Soapbox: Lead Filled Can

by Eddy Green

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1.
I’m just a man and I need no one I’ll live this life until the livings undone I once had a girl or did she have me That was the question on commercial T.V. I like to stand and I like to lie Every now and then I just love a goodbye It keeps things fresh and it keeps things in tune It puts the dirt under the carpet and it saves all the brooms *Chorus Because if Impulse was a Misdemeanor And Curiosity a Felony I’d be locked up for the rest of eternity *(Repeat) The rocks they like eons and the pigs they like mud Or it’s just some damned association by the two-legged thugs It’s all over mined and it’s all underlain By conspiracy detectives that throw all the blame *Chorus I’ve done things wrong and I’ve done things hard I was told I was right, but only in part I like to stand and I like to lie Every now and then I just love a goodbye *Chorus
2.
I’ve got three blind angels leading me down To some promised land that ain’t been found I got people making promises and preachers making prayers Turning their backs on others and their cheeks to swear I got three blind angels leading me down Don’t call me Ishmael don’t call me Abraham You can have that pillar of salt and Lot’s laden I got people making promises and preachers making prayers Turning their backs on others and their cheeks to swear I got three blind angels leading me down I have a conscious on one shoulder with some scales on the other I’m a peddling pot at the edge of my holler I got people making promises and preachers making prayers Turning their backs on others and their cheeks to swear I got three blind angels leading me down I got some dirty laundry with an empty basket I got nine Buddhist monks listening to Black Sabbath I got people making promises and preachers making prayers Turning their backs on others and their cheeks to swear Three blind angels leading me down I’ve got three blind angels leading me down To some promised land that ain’t been found I got people making promises and preachers making prayers Turning their backs on others and their cheeks to swear I got three blind angels leading me down I got three blind angels leading me down.
3.
Never Land 03:27
Once upon a time Grace went to school Folks her age gathered there and for a time it was cool She first lived in a tower of Ivory and learning She got a job in a bar and made a habit of her earnings Ignatius moved to town ideals flowing strong Fueled by books he’d read but the nights they grew long He discovered her life all shrouded in a lie And with a few happy thoughts they’d discovered they could fly *Chorus Because the crocs don’t eat clocks and the lost boys age You can drink to eternal youth if only for the day The pixie dust is music and the pirates are all friends But the price paid is time here in never land Tiresias came for reasons of teaching Imparting unending knowledge to the ungrowing children His life then awoke to the sounds of a cannon He jumped up to his feet and joined the last left among them *Chorus The thread stitched the memory the thimble saved their thumbs Years were well spent only youth had succumbed After breaking all the clocks of the water locked land They had all tried the part of the next Peter Pan *Chorus
4.
Lay me down in a pile made of wood Some Kentucky straight bourbon cover me real good You can lock up your heart and throw away the key Just forget about our past and my insanity Lock yourself up in your own head Pretend that your world is a bucket full of lead Wind blows south weather comes from the west Throw me out in your keepsake chest Ideals may fly Ideals may fall Ideas may keep you above us all But one thing’s for certain I said one thing’s for sure We all get old and call this short life a blur I may not nor will I be A perfect example of intellectuality In fact I most favor the ape you say that I am But only for breaking my toe on your lead filled can Lay me down in a pile made of wood Some Kentucky straight bourbon cover me real good You can lock up your heart I’ve done swallowed the key Just forget about our past and my insanity I said forget about our past and my insanity
5.
There's water supplied by a poor mountain puddle There’s a harp being blown by a train in the tunnel There are moans singing chorus from a mountain mining folk There's songs being sang about the harvest and smoke *Chorus Melody don’t hurt but words may stain A perfectly good bass line too low to blame This guitar is always screaming about groove and refrain While the drums beat on like an eastbound train If you stay here too long you’ll be soaked through the skin You’ll claim ole’ Monroe and his roaming mandolin You may even begin to believe in ghost Before all the riddles unravel in your throat *Chorus You don’t go far here to hear songs in the wind Life is so slow time takes time to mend Just a up the hill around the old spring gully There’s a fiddle tending still to Red Haired Boy *Chorus Blood and coal are all you’ll find in these veins Debt and scripture fill the holes with blame The laurels catch dew bye and bye As the hills wear down and the creeks go dry *Chorus
6.
You mean ole’ woman, lord, you looked at me, You mean ole’ woman, lord, you looked at me, You looked at me so mean that I promised you the world, You mean ole’ woman, lord, you looked at me. You looked at me and I promised you the world, Yeah you looked at me and I promised you the world, It was the only way that I thought I’d get you back home, You looked at me and I promised you the world. It was the only way that I thought I’d get you back home, It was the only way I thought I’d get you back home, I didn’t have no money and your other man was gone, It was the only way I thought I’d get you back home. Didn’t have much money but your better man he was gone, Didn’t have much money and your better man was gone, I don’t regret it baby cause your always in my soul, Have much money and your better man he was gone. I don’t regret it babe cause your always in my songs, I don’t regret it babe cause your always in my songs, I don’t care what happens I ain’t going to let you go, I don’t regret it babe cause your always in my songs. I don’t care what happens babe I ain’t going to let you go, I don’t care what happens babe I ain’t going to let you go, I done checked on the price and this mean ole’ world it was sold, I don’t care what happens I ain’t going to let you go. I don’t care what happens babe I ain’t going to let you go.
7.
Bluejays they fights and bandits they steal Tadpoles turn to frogs or some fish’s next meal Wheat grows in the spring and some in the fall Some trees grow out and other trees grow tall The smog builds up like the scars on my heart Some days run together and I blame them on the dark Subjectivity grows through analogies that change my mind Some lessons through others some through wasting time *Chorus It’s just the way that it is It ain’t going to change It’s just the way that I *(we are) am There is no one (left) to blame Just moments ago I heard some trumpets from above Just a few days back I heard some footsteps I felt loved Like a puppy is only cute for a month or two The dog grows up and chews up one of your favorite shoes *Chorus Seems a moments just a minute when I’m bored out of my mind Sometimes it passes quickly like a quarter in some wine Night seems much lonelier when there’s no one by your side But then there’s not much heavier than a promise then a sigh *Chorus
8.
Life seems like a train never stopping for the side streets And going one direction for awhile You come to a fork and you make your one selection You put your head down as if you made the right one now With age there comes reason and reasons come decisions Decisions I should have and not have made With women there comes question and questions come answers Answers I should never have gave *Chorus Now looking back on the past that I’ve lived through And the friends that have stuck around for the times The whiskey was the savior and the buffer in between us To keep things simple and to hide I still remember mornings and the sunlight we shared And the way that she kissed me through the glare All I wanted was some company but complexity intrigues her So she kicked me out and I walked on my own So to me the very way of lacking this confusion Is to keep things as simple as I can To go on without her so that she can be about her And the pain grows no further within *Chorus Now we all think were right and the other persons wrong And they couldn’t understand what its like to be me It all sounds kind of silly like another country song And the fact that it makes good sense for now *Chorus
9.
Sophisticated Psycho Soccer Moms And big white fancy Fords Willie Wonka laced lollipops Trickle down from laundering lords. Mythologically maimed men Dating runway riding Heras Composing concentrated sin Silenced by the Beverly Hills concerta. Forty Days of imaginary work Filling fifteen Boston cremes Forty nights of unemployed storks Our enthusiasm unraveling at the seams. Balls bouncing from skyscrapers With silk teddies on the tube Classic Greek stories recycled Sold with gaunt and silicon folks. Lonely nights with closet clowns Sprinkle sparkle studded spheres When only fantasy chicken stalls Conquers our conquistador driven fears. They've outlawed all the opium dens But cast out off cocoa piers Fishing with commemorative Hilton pins While throwing back all over-thinking seers. We wind up our alarm clocks And walk our wobbled waltz to work. While dancing through the fabled flock We carefully compliment the title-ridden jerk. Penitentiary inspired apartments Rank us monetarily graded cattle While the sick are smoking sordid lent From spiritually sponsored pipes of battle. Blowing on burning Bossa riffs With a deep denial of dirt We kill the plants and pad the cliffs So unsanctified siblings hurt. We have standardized sane schooling The impressed push political possession To drink the juice of the drooling All while organizing lies through a coffee inspired confession.
10.
A little place known as the mouth of the mountains A little place been passed, since the bypass was built I used to know everybody, but now there is no one I almost forgot myself until I realized my guilt *Chorus What was the time? Where was the day? Who’s throwing the party? Who just got paid? Small towns, bags, and change got us through growing But, it’s falling away from friends that hurts…without knowing I'd go home as late as possible I'd go home when the daylight was turned Nothing there for me but a hurt group of family Nothing there for me that hadn’t already burned *Chorus I’ve known you forever, your faults, friends, and family You’ve known all my stories, since I first made them up We drank to our health and smoked to our memory You held pride to my head until I took the last sup *Chorus
11.
Broke 04:41
Who--am I going to wake up in the mornings Whose gonna tell me bye Whose gonna ask, where it is that I’m going Whose gonna know when it is that I lie Is it me or is the circle almost broken Is it me or is it coldest before sunrise Is it me or are you trying to keep me unspoken Or is it me, drowning in the guilty tears that I cry I’m supposed to be, a god fearing man I’m supposed to stand like an oak We’re supposed to live off the fat of the lamb I’m supposed to bend, but I fear I’m already broke So where is this journey going How long will you be gone Is it comfortable where it is that your staying Are your days this painfully long So if I go, are you going to be there If I come, will you already be gone *Through lady luck, will cards be on the table Or if I fold, will it just be another song *Tag

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released November 10, 2010

Produced by Soapbox and Chet Surgener. Recorded at Potentially Delicious Studio and engineered by Chet Surgener in Richmond, KY. Mixed and Mastered at Ben Andrews' Studio in Louisville, KY. Graphic Design by Bridget Couch. Photography by Erica Chambers.

Soapbox is Eddy Green (lead vox and guitars) & Owen Reynolds (bass and vox on tracks 1,3,4,5). All songs written by Eddy Green except track 11, written by Nick Gravenites. All songs arranged by Soapbox and Chet Surgener.

Musicians:
Chet Surgener: drums, percussion, vox on track 12
Steve Sturgill: organ on all tracks except 5,6,8; vox on tracks 11,12; electric mandolin on track 9
Stephen Couch: mandolin on track 5; vox on tracks 5,7,8,12; slide guitar and telecaster on tracks 6,8
Heather Branham: vox on tracks 3, 12
Curtis Wilson: banjo on tracks 4,5
Scott Moore: violin on tracks 3, 5
Alanna Fugate: vox on track 12

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Eddy Green Chicago, Illinois

Eddy fell in love with music while digging through his mother’s records as a child. The end result has been performing, recording and songwriting throughout his adult life. His music resembles a melting pot of Bluegrass, Country, Blues and Soul that ends up in the camp of a little Rock n’ Roll. ... more

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