Rock 'n' Roll Band - Lyrics
These Two Chairs
Words and Music by Trevor Garrod
These two chairs,
These last few months,
These bills to pay,
These tired walkways.
My love for you,
The love I don't got,
Like the last song just before the needle picks up.
And the kids, they just don't understand,
But they got a rock 'n' roll band.
It's hard I know,
But I can't give up,
Where would I go if I had to break it up?
There's no one can say,
There's no one to trust,
Cause who are they? I don't even know if I'm one of us.
And the kids they just don't understand,
But they got a rock 'n' roll band.
One Reason
Words and Music by Trevor Garrod
At least we'll get a story from it.
Let's go find a nice place to sit.
Where we can spit in the wind;
Confess all our sins,
Before we turn oursevles in.
We must be out of our wits,
Like a temptress in love.
We're going to pull down the bridge,
Just to watch it come tumbling down.
Oh, yeah...
All right...
Just give me one reason.
Just give me one - check it, get it now.
Just give me one reason.
Check it, get it, oh I'll take you all down.
Confess to doctors not priests,
Who you gonna trust or believe?
Leave the priests to the recently deceased,
And let the rest of us get on with our lives
We could get that bullet out.
There's a man I've been hearin' about.
And for a nominal fee,
He'll do anything anything we need.
Oh yeah, all right
Chorus
Before we go there my friend.
Tell me, where have you hidden the cash?
Tell me where you stashed it,
Before the life leaks out of that hole in your brest...
There's a hole in your breast...
There's a hole in your breast.
Chorus
If It Wasn't for the Money
Words and Music by Trevor Garrod
If it wasn't for the money
I'd be on the train already.
If it wasn't for your lovin'
I'd be out there on the street.
And if I took my chances,
I'm sure I could keep it steady.
Steady friend until the end,
You keep me on my feet.
I was conceived by manuals,
By articles, and books.
But nothin' there is magical,
It's just as it looks.
And they say the truth's statistical
But we all know they lie.
So let us lie together,
Lie together beneath the sky.
I'm seeking opportunity.
Take me by the hand.
Show me where I'm goin',
Show me who I am.
Because all I need's a drop of water,
I'm a seed born on the wind.
I was once a flower,
And I'll be a flower again.
I was once a flower,
And I'll be a flower again.
The Garden (Part III)
Words and Music by Trevor Garrod
Got a little bit of soul
Got a little bit of rock 'n' roll in my bones,
Don't you bury me when I'm old
I may need 'em when I'm reborn,
When I'm reborn.
The garden that you planted is doin' well
I thought you'd like to know,
The roses are growin' on the hound dog's bones
It reminds me of the time I told you long ago:
"Darlin' let's let our hair grow long
We can work on a farm, maybe live on a mountain.
I got an old hound dog, likes to run,
He needs a lot of room and he hates to be chained up."
Just like me, just like we are supposed to be.
Just like me, just like we are supposed to be.
Just like me, just like we are supposed to be.
Just like me, just like we are supposed to be.
The mountain's sinking, the river's rising,
The sky is falling, I fear I'm dying.
The forest is creeping in, I cannot stop it,
I don't want to try now, I can't remember how
I used to dream about them valley highways
Before I was chained to this country by way
And you left me here, letting freedom tear us apart.
Chorus
Faced with Love
Words and Music by Trevor Garrod
Once when I was a child,
I was going wild,
'Cause my momma was so sad.
She taught me what's worthwhile.
Killed herself in style.
Peace don't come so easily.
One thing you've got to learn:
You'll never be the same as the child you once were.
Life brings a lot of pain,
It bends you out of shape;
Teaching you the things that are hard lessons learned.
Faced with love, we take.
I'm giving it away.
Beware of fate.
And rules you must obey.
I'm not in the game
I'm playing anyway,
Losing every day.
Hey kid,
Get out of the road
Before I run you down.
Where'd you learn to lie like that?
Go on skipping down the stairs
And keeping to the code, taking every bullshit load.
Chorus
Incandescent Devil
Words and Music by Trevor Garrod
I got dressed for church on Sunday.
I went down to the river instead.
Wrote a letter to my preacher.
Left it on the shore and jumped on in.
Oh my incandescent devil
Last chance gas station.
Smell of perfume fading,
Another night's gone by.
Well the fish swim by like there's tomorrow
Or a great big lake in the middle of the mountain.
And a salty sea that's never ending
And a river and a stream to get between them.
Chorus
Well they teach us to read so we heed the advertisements,
And this country will grow by dollars, dimes and quarters.
While a bucket of blood is filling up my gas tank
And I fly my flag I'm running the colors.
Chorus
Jezebel
Words by Trevor Garrod, Music by Tea Leaf Green
Got a Jezebel,
I've got a Jezebel,
I've got a Jezebel,
Down at the wishing well,
Where I threw my coin,
And she started toying
With me...yes indeed.
She gives me dirty love,
She gives me dirty love,
She gives me dirty love,
That's what I'm thinking of.
And any better man,
Wouldn't understand
The dirt she'd do.
You know I tried my best,
I tried to pass the test.
I tried to clean the mess,
Left by all the rest.
Of those who've come before,
I knew they'd want some more and
Man, that's a plan that I really can't stand.
I couldn't leave her there,
I didn't leave her there,
Oh I couldn't leave her there.
But I wouldn't dare
To take her from her dream
Dreamt by the Seventh King...and that's love.
Make A Connection
Words and Music by Josh Clark
Whoa here she come,
She got a loaded gun.
And why I ain't blown away,
I don't even know how.
She got those acid eyes,
Yet she claims I'm blind.
If I could love her still,
I wouldn't even try.
Try to make a connection...
To you.
If it weren't for some catastrophe,
I don't know where we'd be.
At the bottom at some salty sea,
Where the eels crack our bones.
If I could just step it up,
We wouldn't be in such a rut.
Saltly tears wet the cut,
Now there's no way out.
Try to make a connection...
To you.
Dig a hole in the earth.
Dig a hole and we all fall through.
Dig a hole in the earth.
Dig a hole and we all fall through,
And I hope I fall on you!
When we're all blown to bits,
She won't be prone to fits.
And the apocalypse,
Will find its way through.
The earth is a computer chip,
From the window of my airship.
And all I can say to her,
Is why keep me around?
Try to make a connection to you...
To you...
To you...
To you...
To you...
The Devil's Pay
Words and Music by Trevor Garrod
The whorehouse is burning
Like the devil's come to claim it.
Get them girls out quickly,
Before the devil gets his payment.
Don't let the devil get his payment...
Don't let the devil get his pay
They tried all night
To put that fire out.
Using themselves,
Like they never done it before.
Like they never done it before...
Like they never done before.
And by the strike of four
The house had been consumed.
The burnt bodies they found,
Died clutching fake jewels.
Died clutching fake jewels...
Died clutching fake jewels.
The sailors hauled up trailers
Beside them smoking ashes.
Donated some blankets,
And fixed up a box-spring mattress.
Fixed up a box-spring mattress...
Fixed up a box-spring mattress
And like a phoenix rising
There was one girl surviving.
They put her in the trailer,
And kept her business running.
They kept her business running...
Kept her business running.
Taught to be Proud
Words and Music by Trevor Garrod
I was taught to be proud of where I come from
And I'm so sad that I'm the only one.
Like a cold preacher boy talking only to himself
How did he think that he got to promised lands?
Sometimes I'm confused and I don't know where I'm going,
Mistaking gentle rivers for that cold wind a-blowing.
I'm always sure of an angel when she gets here,
But I never see her coming and I miss her when she disappears.
Gone, gone, gone,
Not gone for long,
If you're taught to be proud of where you come from.
Gone, gone, gone,
Not gone for long,
If you're taught to be proud of where you come from.
It's hard to be cool when you're playing for the prophets;
They really know if you got it or you lost it.
I'll sing this song but I don't know where it came from,
Reminds me of a mountainside to stand upon and gently hum.
Chorus
Sometimes I'm confused
I don't know where I'm going,
Mistaking gentle rivers for that cold wind a-blowing.
And I'm always sure of an angel when she gets here,
But I never see her coming and I miss her when she disappears.
Chorus
All of Your Cigarettes
Words and Music by Trevor Garrod
When all of your cigarettes
Are smoke in the atmosphere.
When all of your bottles
Have been shattered into sand.
I will understand you.
Cellophane on window panes
Lets the wind cracklin'
Like fire on the mountain,
Filled with fingers in the sand.
I will understand you.
Yeah I will understand you.
Yeah I will understand you.
When all of your fortunes missed
And meteors inside your fist.
Laughin' spells and coughin' fits,
I'm looking for a sign,
Yeah I've got to find you.
Yeah I've got to find you.
Demons dwell in business suits.
Madmen live in cowboy boots.
Someone set the angels loose
And got me in a bind.
And I've got to find you
Yeah I've got to find you.
Yeah I've got to find you.
Yeah I've got to find you.
'Cause Mercury's been passing through
Subway stations on the moon.
She's sinking now a bit too soon
She's feeling awfully low.
That's how I know you.
When Martian towers lie
Visible to naked eyes,
And it takes no strength
To try to just get up and go.
I will know you,
Yeah I will know you.
I've got to find you.
I've got to find you.







