Lyrics

[Danno Gee Ray]

Life Gets in the Way

Made a plan the other morning,
Worked out, what I’d do that day,
By the time I’d got half through it,
My grand designs had fallen prey.

New honey-do, more projects grew,
From the one, that I, must obey…
When next I checked, a week was gone,
Because, life…got in the way…

Life…gets in the way.
Life…gets in the way.
Just when you think, you’ve got the say,
Life…gets in the way.

Phone would ring, then other things,
Diversions mounting in, disarray.
Soccer games, and plays laid claim,
To the time for things, I’d do my way.

And just as fast, a month gone past,
Seeming it was just, yesterday,
I’d made a plan, I was the man,
Before, life…got in the way

Life…gets in the way.
Life…gets in the way.
Just when you think, it’s all ok,
Life…gets in the way.

Seems as though, like a year ago,
Looking back, by my survey.
I had a thought, then I forgot,
The plot I had before its decay.

I’m standing here, it’s all too clear,
The blur of time’s, passing dismay.
It was so nice, planned it precise,
But then, life…got in the way.

Life…gets in the way.
Life…gets in the way.
It’s just a rule, almost cliché,
Life…gets in the way.

[Danno Gee Ray]

Stone You


Where‘re you gonna go,
Who’re ya gonna do today,
When you gonna see?
What you got to say?

You've been on that road,
Pavin' your own way,
Steppin' on the others
That’s the game you play…

But, them stones that you step on,
Gonna stone you some day!


You used ‘em for a crossin’
For getting’ your own way,
Now they be a tossin’
The stones out in your way…

Remember them a grindin’
underneath your feet?
Soon it’s you that’s findin’
Its you that they defeat…

Cause the stones that you step on,
Gonna stone you some day!


You’d better get together,
Go out and find new ways,
Gotta watch, now, who you do,
Gotta watch, just what you say…

Up and come, stormy weather,
bend your knees, on down and pray,
That you can find, another mind,
and that it comes today…

Cause the stones that you step on,
Gonna stone you some day!

[Danno Gee Ray]

At The Altar Of Your Love

Like a wizard before the fire
You’re familiar, of my desire,
Purring black cat, igniting the pyre
At the altar of your love

I fly the fields, and have to kneel
At the altar of your love
I hear the birds, incant my words
At the altar of your love

Like a wraith that hears your call
Into your fog, I dream to fall
I’d give you more, you’d want it all
At the altar of your love

I haunt the fields, and gravely kneel
At the altar of your love
I hear the chants, though others can’t
At the altar of your love

Like a warlock, under your spell
You’re witching me to the well
Blessing me to this amorous hell
At the altar of your love

I conjure delights, deny my own rites
At the altar of your love
Decline all heights, make a soul sacrifice
At the altar of your love

[Danno Gee Ray]

Oh What A Time It Was

Well, you had love, when all you had was me.
We had good times, and some that shouldn’t be.
You had your hopes, and dreams that lovers see…
And you loved me, just because…

Oh what a time it was.
Oh what a time it was.

Lovin has its own deceptions,
Seems to grow, in unforeseen directions,
You get so blind, you fail to see connections…
The grapevine’s buzz.
Oh what a time it was.

Well I missed you, the day before you left.
The pain was there, was squeezing in my chest.
I thought that we, had made our lover’s nest…
Goes to show, what thinkin does…

Oh what a time it was.
Oh what a time it was.

Lovin has its own deceptions,
Seems to grow, in unforeseen directions,
You get so blind, you fail to see connections…
That mental fuzz.
Oh what a time it was.

So yesterday, when you came back to me,
You said you’d learned, our love was meant to be.
I was amazed, where birds will fly when free…
Goes to show, what lovin does…

Oh what a time it was.
Oh what a time it was.

Lovin has its own deceptions,
Seems to grow, in unforeseen directions,
You get so blind, you fail to see connections…
What lovin does.
Oh what a time it was.

Oh what a time it was.
Oh what a time it was.

[Danno Gee Ray]

Indigenous Refugees


Cardboard shacks, “don’t sleep on cracks”,
“it’ll break your back, you don’t listen to me”
dumpster snacks, if you get the knack,
you can train the tracks of, indigenous refugees.

Indigenous refugees
Indigenous refugees
The lucky man don’t understand
The truth in what he sees
Indigenous refugees

Burnt college professors, social digressers,
Half absent confessors, guilty as we…
Confusing contesters, walking sore festers,
Our conscience’ molesters, indigenous refugees.

Indigenous refugees
Indigenous refugees
The average man don’t understand
The prophecy in their pleas
Indigenous refugees

The shopping carts, collected parts,
They wheel their hearts, for who won’t see;
The glancing darts, and fitted starts,
Survival, an ingrained art, indigenous refugees.

Indigenous refugees
Indigenous refugees
The denyin’ man don’t understand
How easily it could be he
Indigenous refugees

Park bench beds, friends in their heads
Old clothes we shed, in our failed, economy;
“Better off dead”, what a passerby said,
unwell fed, so callously bled, indigenous refugees.

Indigenous refugees
Indigenous refugees
The rich young man don’t understand
The human duty his life decrees
Indigenous refugees

[Danno Gee Ray]

You Do For Me

In the heat, of the day,
I’m holding your hand, and I’m feeling OK.
My point, of view…what I see…
You do for me.

In the cool, of the night,
It gets so hot, when I’m holding you tight.
You know, it’s true…what I see…
You do for me.

I want you to know,
I want you to see;
You heal my soul,
Your love sets me free.
Yes you do…yes you do,
You do for me.

Every day, I was gone,
I cried, and I cried, and I cried…
I had left, all alone,
I felt, like I, must have died…

I was there, lost my way,
You held my heart, so I’m back here to stay;
Returned, to you…where I’m free…
You do for me.

At the end, of the day,
You took me home, they all turned me away.
My point, of view…what I see…
You do for me.

I want you to know,
I want you to see;
You healed my pain,
Your love sets me free.
Yes you do…yes you do,
You do for me.

Yes you do…yes you do,
You do for me.

[Danno Gee Ray]

A ‘Till tale

The gentle farmer’s errant heart,
Persuaded him to wait to start,
The planting of his field of grain,
Until he found a better strain…

He searched and found a better kind,
But, still not what he’d had in mind,
So on he went, and searched for more,
And empty hands, and lands he bore.

You hoard your hopes too long they’re stale
Put off your dreams afraid you’ll fail
Pursued perfection can’t prevail
Down the dell, farmer tells,
His ‘till tale

Procrastination’s drowned details
High ground held to no avail
In retrospect it leaves you pale
Down the dell, farmer tells,
His ‘till tale

He said “I’ll find that better seed,
And grow, for bread the hungry need”’
Thus on he thought, and sought to claim,
As nearer still the harvest came…

At last the time had come to reap,
And looking back, he had to weep,
For then he saw, and much too late,
The empty hands of those who wait.

You hoard your hopes too long they’re stale
Put off your dreams afraid you’ll fail
Pursued perfection can’t prevail
Down the dell, farmer tells,
His ‘till tale

Procrastination’s drowned details
High ground held to no avail
In retrospect it leaves you pale
Down the dell, farmer tells,
His ‘till tale

[Danno Gee Ray]

Accidental Malice

I swim in the reservoir, and pollution filled streams;
Damned, with the poison, from what you don’t mean.
I sip sweetened bile, from your clean crystal chalice;
And tip up the cup, of your, accidental malice.

There you are, in your
Accidental malice,
Step back, palms out,
As if you didn’t know…
I’m seeing through, your
Accidental malice,
Accidental malice
Leaving wreckage on the road

Plant your plot, stir the pot, it spills you’re not around;
Like shaking earth, mocking mirth, when your living underground.
Shards of truth, fall from the roof, of your crumbling, guiltless palace;
You built with straw, the burning flaw, of your, accidental malice.

There you are, in your
Accidental malice,
Step back, palms out,
As if you didn’t know…
I’m getting tired of, your
Accidental malice,
Accidental malice
Leaving wreckage on my road

I hear the hollow, ringless thud, in the things, that you propose;
Machiavelli would be proud, your design, a chance you chose.
I detest the way you have at me, with your limp, excusive phallus;
So transparent, the sheer denial in, your, accidental malice.

There you are, dressing in,
Accidental malice,
Professing innocence,
Takes a lot of balls…
I don’t believe it now, your
Accidental malice,
Accidental malice
Aint no, accident at all

[Danno Gee Ray]

Break

[Danno Gee Ray]

Reviews and comments welcome.

[Inventor]

Hey Dan, how would you like to read some of your lyrics on new year's eve? Stop by in the chatroom and I'll tell you how.

Les

[Danno Gee Ray]

Sorry Les,

Missed you in the chat. Looks like I may be working at least part of New Year's Eve. Don't know if I'd be able to read or not. I'll try to log into chat if I can, and listen to the stream.

Thanks,

Dan

[Inventor]

OK Dan, that's cool man. see you then.

Les

[Danno Gee Ray]

Brother Handshake


Pound that nail into the board, hammer your point into their gourds
Big brother speak it out to the hoards, beguile with smiles, and win the wards…
Confuse the issues, with forked tongue, climb your ladder, stepping-stone and rung,
Trash and bash, your feces flung, forgetting the words of the songs you’d sung…

Brother handshake, baby kisser
Smiling liar, open fister…
Voter gloater, truthless twister

We’re now onto you…
We’re now seein’ what you do…

Deny the truth, when you get caught, belie uncouth, before, you’d brought
Forget the future, for which you’d fought, wringing your hands, of what you’ve wrought…
Tear asunder, in mock abnegation, the collective blunder, of your creation
Blaming the game, at it’s foundation, despising yourself, in desperation…

Brother handshake, baby kisser
Smiling liar, open fister…
Voter gloater, truthless twister

We’re now onto you…
We’re now seein’ what you do…

Grin and grip, hide your disgust, of those, you would then, have entrust,
Their weight, upon the iron you rust, as the plan in your hand, is going bust…
Plant the seeds of, triumphant return, the phoenix gambit, for which you yearn
Teach us the lessons, you wouldn’t learn, assuming the part, the player has earned…

Brother handshake, baby kisser
Smiling liar, open fister…
Voter gloater, truthless twister

We’re now onto you…
We’re now seein’ what you’d do…

[Danno Gee Ray]

Cotton Mouth


I watched you grow up, and go through your evolutions
I’m here to cheer, as you rev up, your new revolution
I think it’s sly, that you deny their, institutions
So, worrisome, they can’t come to their own conclusions…

And with Cotton Mouth, you spit, in their face
And as a Cotton Mouth, bite them, in a private place.
And with Cotton Mouth, you spit, in their face
And as a Cotton Mouth, bite them, in a private place.

I saw the shedding, of your uptown pedigree
Your basal, associations, made progenitors, so angry
Dedicating, your relating, to disobeying, their decree
To spite their, premonitions, of impending calamity…

And with Cotton Mouth, you spit, in their face
And as a Cotton Mouth, bite them, in a private place.
And with Cotton Mouth, you spit, in their face
And as a Cotton Mouth, bite them, in a private place.

What point, your venom
If you, can’t serve it

Hissing fists, only for
All those who’ve, deserved it

All those pricey, high ideals
Headin’ south…

Their Cotton Mouth


And with Cotton Mouth, you spit, in their face
And as a Cotton Mouth, bite them, in a private place.
And with Cotton Mouth, you spit, in their face
And as a Cotton Mouth, bite them, in a private place.

[Danno Gee Ray]

Lay You Down In Satins Lavender


Doesn’t matter what they’ve said, I don’t care what they would do,
Until they say the things they have, that end up badly hurting you…
It’s such an ugly world we weave, in and out of all day through,
If I could heal the pain you feel, this is what I’d love to do…

I’d lay you down in satins, lavender, tell you all the things, you want to hear;
I’d lay you down in satins, lavender, sing it soft and sweetly, in your ear…
I’d lay you down in satins, lavender, hold you till your sodden, eyes are dry;
I’d lay you down in satins, lavender, and sing to you my lover’s, lullaby…

Doesn’t matter where you’ve been, I don’t care what you would do,
Until you go and find the things, that take your love away from you…
It’s such an ugly truth you see, everything your going through,
If I could make you see it’s real, this is what, my love would do…

I’d Lay you down in satins, lavender, tell you all the things, you want to hear;
I’d lay you down in satins, lavender, sing it soft and sweetly, in your ear…
I’d lay you down in satins, lavender, hold you till your sodden, eyes are dry;
I’d lay you down in satins, lavender, and sing to you my lover’s, lullaby…

It only matters what you need, I only care what I can do,
Until you see this, what’s the use? You still put on your roaming shoes…
It’s such an ugly thing for me, all those men you’re going through,
So every night, they come to steal, this is what, I know they do…

They lay you down in satins, lavender, you know it’s wrong, it makes you cry;
They lay you down in satins, lavender, you married me, but where am I ?
They lay you down in satins, lavender, you didn’t even stop, to say goodbye;
They lay you down in satins, lavender, I love you still, I don’t know why

I’d lay you down in satins lavender, tell you all the things you need to hear;
I’d lay you down in satins lavender, profess my loving, in your ear…
I’d lay you down in satins lavender, forgive you till the saddened, seas are dry;
I’d lay you down in satins lavender, if you would only, let me try…

[Danno Gee Ray]

Hieroglyphic Feelings

I’m still most times, not sure what to do
Not let in, accused of being…too aloof
I’ve had my suspicions, that I really can’t win
But in this game, I didn’t have any proof

And then you blue skied me with, this
And all of a sudden I’d gotten my wish
And wished I hadn’t, I was so pissed
A winners warm dinner on a cold, cold dish

You’re like an onion revealing pain in layers
Keeping me crying as I’m peeling…
And I still think I’m reeling, from that
Rosetta Stone, of your…hieroglyphic feelings.

I thought you’d honor heroic stories of stayers
I was hardened inside from the steeling…
And I still think I’m reeling, from that
Rosetta Stone, of your…hieroglyphic feelings.

It had been that way, for long ages, now
I came to expect, and accept it as the norm
Warming to the thought of co-independence
Before we flew into, the wall of this storm

Who could have guessed what simmered inside
You held it like your best friend’s virginal secret
It only unmasked when I dug archeologically
Throwing it at me when you just couldn’t keep it

You’re like an onion revealing pain in layers
Keeping me crying as I’m peeling…
And I still think I’m reeling, from that
Rosetta Stone, of your…hieroglyphic feelings.

I thought you’d honor heroic stories of stayers
I was hardened inside from the steeling…
And I still think I’m reeling, from that
Rosetta Stone, of your…hieroglyphic feelings.

Some depth just gets lost in translation
Sometimes innuendo doesn’t come through
Sometimes other languages don’t have words
But in any tongue, ultimatum’s a clue

You’re like an onion revealing pain in layers
Keeping me crying as I’m peeling…
And I still think I’m reeling, from that
Rosetta Stone, of your…hieroglyphic feelings.

I thought you’d honor heroic stories of stayers
I was hardened inside from the steeling…
And I still think I’m reeling, from that
Rosetta Stone, of your…hieroglyphic feelings.

[Danno Gee Ray]

Another Day In Eastern Summertime


Trifling with, the uninciting, stifling humidity.
Storm clouds fast descending, impending liquidity;
Breathing in forlorn, airborne turbidity,
Another day, in eastern summertime…

Another day, in eastern summertime.
Another way, your choosing to recline.
Another day, in eastern summertime.

Denying their implying perspiring lucidity,
Half laughing at the graphs in mock stupidity,
Sighing still denying the dieing’s validity,
Another day, in eastern summertime…

Another day, in eastern summertime.
Another way, your choosing to decline.
Another day, in eastern summertime.

Ignoring their imploring in warring timidity,
Existing a recipient of insipient morbidity,
Laying in betraying decaying rigidity,
Another day, in eastern summertime…

Another day, in eastern summertime.
Another way, your choosing to resign,
Another day, in eastern summertime.

[Danno Gee Ray]

Beggar’s Circumstance


Dollars for the dreaming, pennies for the thought
Price for all the scheming, bargain that I bought
Think I’m in the running, might just have a chance
Victim of my cunning…beggar’s circumstance

It’s a breeze, once on your knees
Tyrannical travesty’s trance
I’ll, one of these…yes, if you please
Beggar’s circumstance
Beggar’s circumstance

Panner’s on the handle, tin cup to the sky
Slipping by in scandal, no way no pay no why
Choosers turn to losers, jousters on the lance
Excuses from the boozers…beggar’s circumstance

It’s a breeze, once on your knees
Tyrannical travesty’s trance
I’ll, one of these…yes, if you please
Beggar’s circumstance
Beggar’s circumstance

Lady she good lookin’, worth her weight in gold
Yeah she the act I’m bookin’, almost too…hot to hold
Think I’m gonna try it, give ol’ fate a dance
If she’s doesn’t buy it…beggar’s circumstance

It’s a breeze, once on your knees
Tyrannical travesty’s trance
I’ll, one of these…yes, if you please
Beggar’s circumstance
Beggar’s circumstance

Longer glance, hotter pants
Beggar’s circumstance

Lost romance, low finance
Beggar’s circumstance

Beggar’s circumstance
Beggar’s circumstance

[Danno Gee Ray]

Cynical Machine


They used it as a tool, an ally in their need;
Swung it like a sword, rode it like a steed;
Abandoned it impractical when it revealed their greed;
To infamy careened…
In their cynical machine
Their cynical machine


They rapped it like a club, the ammo of their guns;
Lived it like a mantra, loved it like a son;
The problematic prodigal they’d dump when they had won;
So innocently weaned,
Of their cynical machine
Their cynical machine


At heart all part of tasking, never to come clean;
Bright ignorance, they’re basking, blissful in their sheen;
And never bother asking, what it all would mean;
It’s just a fuel, the “cyn-a-zine”…
Of their cynical machine
Their cynical machine

[Danno Gee Ray]

Gettin One Over on you

About now it occurs to me,
Certain things a simple tragedy,
Life takes without no amnesty,
You’re getting’ through,
Or, it’s gettin one over on you…
You’re getting’ through,
Or, it’s gettin one over on you…

Coming home, and she’s waiting for you,
Laying there, with her boyfriend too,
Want to kill ‘em, but it aint no use,
You’re getting through,
Or they’re gettin one over on you…
You’re getting’ through,
Or, it’s gettin one over on you…

Wanna quit, but ya can’t seem to,
Kinda numb, and your so confused,
So you’re wonderin’, what ya gotta do,
You’re getting’ through,
Or, it’s gettin one over on you…
You’re getting’ through,
Or, it’s gettin one over on you…

Suck it up, and you go to work,
Your boss is there, acting like a jerk,
Says you’re fired, with a friendly little smirk,
Your getting through,
Or he’s gettin one over on you.
You’re getting’ through,
Or, it’s gettin one over on you…

Love and fate, are in cahoots,
Rip your life up by the clinging little roots,
Pits are rotten, from its moldy outer fruits,
You’re getting’ through,
Or, it’s gettin one over on you…
You’re getting’ through,
Or, it’s gettin one over on you…

You’re getting’ through,
Or, it’s gettin one over on you…

[Danno Gee Ray]

I Throw You Down

If ya think…That I drink
From a different cup
Just your luck…You can drink it up
Or take a pill
You can just chill…King on your hill
Until…

I throw you down.
I throw you down.

If ya want…I can haunt
In your waking dreams
Illucid screams…Papered Mache reams
That never dry
When there’s no whys…The glue disguise
From highs…

I throw you down.
I throw you down.

It’s all a fancied vanity
Delving depths of, humanity
From within this guilt
There is no…amnesty

No turning around…
I throw you down.

Bottomless pit…Edge over you sit
So hungry for danger
Inveterate changer…Afraid but no stranger
Your poisonous sup
You want to heave it up…climb outta that cup
No luck…

I throw you down.
I throw you down.

I throw you down.

[Danno Gee Ray]

In Days without You


The annoying alarm announces the day,
And I reach to the place you should be,
And then, as the dream just shattered again,
I re-live the longing to have you with me…

And I lay here, and wonder, just what I can do…
In days without you.
And I get up, and get on, and zombie on through…
In days without you;
In days without you.

The ache of the morning, blends to a numbness,
A plodding existence, of day after day.
Then a letter that greets me, returning to home,
Becomes my whole world, as I read what you say…

And I sit here, and wonder, just what I should do…
In days without you.
And I fold it, and hold it, still smelling of you…
In days without you;
In days without you.

Again in the bed, at the end of the evening,
Alone, with your memory, I silently pray;
Bequeathing to nights arms, my empty man’s tears,
The clock’s tick-talking, you’re so long away.

And I lay here, and wonder, just what I should do…
In days without you.
And I drift off, and lift off, worried weight that I knew…
In days without you;
In days without you.

[Danno Gee Ray]

Job Of Life

Philosophers will contemplate it,
Leaders get it done.
Psychiatrists will shrink about it,
Children have the fun.

Photographers will try to capture
Moments of its light
Lovers look to reproduce it
In all of its delights

A lifelong work, a calling’s rite;
Work of livin’…job of life.

It’s the reason, we’re believin’,
Fruits of efforts over-ripe.

A quandried quirk, a fancied flight;
Work of livin’…job of life.

Scientists seek to define it,
Politicians, use its pull.
Comics spoofing to malign it,
As droppings of a bull.

Business men all dream to sell it,
Others buying what they can.
Preachers telling how we hell it,
The bane of our brother man.

A lifelong work, a calling’s rite;
Work of livin’…job of life.

It’s believin’ that’s deceivin’,
All the truth that’s told is tripe.

A swan song perk, a perjured plight;
Work of livin’…job of life.

[Danno Gee Ray]

Keeping In Between

A signal, nod, move of the bod,
Almost unseen, what’s in between.
What’s to deny, what never flies,
Behind the scenes, what’s in between?

It’s not about the letting out,
I think you know just what I mean…
Without a doubt, it’s all about
What we’re keeping in between.

Paycheck’s in, big bills a sin,
Cut the fat, we’re living lean;
Meager morsels in the bin,
What we’re keeping in between.

It’s not about the getting out,
I think you know just what I mean…
Without a doubt, it’s all about
What we’re keeping in between.

No one knows, what we don’t show,
Our rep is always, squeaky clean;
If we don’t crow, and let it go,
What we’re keeping in between.

It’s not about the sweating out,
I think you know just what I mean…
Without a doubt, it’s all about,
What we’re keeping in between.

What we’re keeping in between.

What we’re keeping in between.