Shelby Lynne Album

(S. Lynne)

My back porch is not a grand location
Than a lovely little spot where I might go vacation.
It's just that it's never been noticed before
Washington decided to open the door.

To all the trees within a hundred mile radius
They want us all to pray and then they'll protect us
But make sure you wear your mask with a smiley face
Oh yeah man.

I'm so glad that my Dandy's old
And I'm so glad he's past the point of being told
To evacuate his house for his old bodies safety
To the place he walked on when he was a baby

Kept in a darkened room
With earthworms and big dirty mushrooms
Oh thanks for the death sentence man
Oh thank you Man

Somebody's been up there lining his pockets
While the poor folks bleed from there eyeball sockets
Somewhere a Mama's boy in a seersucker suit
Ate a buttermilk biscuit and took the loot

Loaded up the Cadillac for a rendezvous
To the Gulf beach where everybody just shoots the moon
Oh thank a lot man
I guess you want to unwind man,
Thank you man

Cause you know

(written by Shelby Lynne)

Well I guess this is it babe
reality has hit home hard
no need in puttin' it off anymore
just turn away and let me walk
out the door

You thought you had it all figured out
but baby, you don't know what love's about
It's time for me to spend some time alone
I'm tired of trying to make
this your happy home

(Hurts) I'm leavin'
(Sad) This time it's for good
You should have treated me
the way you said you would
(Hurts) I'm leavin'
(Sad) And you can't make me stay
I'm tired of hurtin' you
this ain't no good anyway
I'm leavin'

I know it's gonna be hard on ya
once it really hits you that I'm gone
I spent too much time
trying to make things right
when I really knew all along
you'll be O.K. in time baby
but it won't be today
as you walk around and
try to find yourself
take a look at the bed you made

(written by Shelby Lynne, Bill Botrell and Roger Fritz)

Waste away to nothin' in a dark dusty tomb
lookin' for the traces of what used to be a room
wipe away the blood from a tormented brow
solve the wicked problem never asking how

Rock the sinking vessel till it rests on the bottom
count the waves of water don't remember forgot them
taste the stench of livin' on thin dimes and a dream
opening an ear to a painful silent scream

Oh life is bad
Oh no, worst I ever had

Ache and writhe in agony like a vise on aging bones
tar and acid drip from an ice cram cone
holding onto a wind that chases the hell
fallin' in the darkness of an inner descending well

Caress transparent night as a demon with a sword
speak with an eloquence never saying a word
look into the clarity then erase it with the muck
lying in a pool of conciousness no such thing as luck

To being a beginner, to inventing the end
to livin' with a strangler never a friend
saddle slobbering beast trouble is abound
ride the devil's bronco never hit the ground

(written by Shelby Lynne and Bill Botrell)

I always thought is would be easier
after you were gone
thought I could pull myself together
and do fine on my my own
sometimes I do alright then I remember
how I dreamed it, how I needed it
I thought it would be easier
I thought it would be easier

They never told me I'd be lonely,
torn up and wasted
but when you saw something
else you liked
you couldn't wait to taste it
how was I to know about the way
You were scheming
I guess I must have been dreaming
I thought it would be easier
I thought it would be easier

I found that old shirt you used to wear
and it really brought me down
ooh does she like blue like I do
I bet she gets around
all I know today is that I,
I can't stand it
this ain't how I planned it
I thought it would be easier
I thought it would be easier

(written by Shelby Lynne, Dorothy Overstreet and Bill Botrell)

I can almost touch you now
flying above the clouds
in a big ol' plane
I can't wait to hold you and see you again
tell you where I've been

I can almost kiss you now
when I close my eyes I feel your
lips on mine
it's so hard to fight what I
feel inside, for you

Gotta get back do I do
Gotta get back do I do I do
Gotta get back do I do
Butterflies take control me
why's this airplane go so slowly
Flutter faster take me home to you

I can almost see you now
is my imagination foolin' me somehow
flying through the lining of a silver cloud
I'm gettin' closer now

I can almost hear you now
oooh saying you love me
like you know how
I wish this plane would just reach down and
touch the ground

(written by Shelby Lynne and Bill Botrell)

You and your element of dangerous
cheatin' death like a stranger but
devils got your shirt tail clutched
in the palm of his hand
double vodka on the rocks
on a plastic tray
never fails you but it won't
take the hours away - hey, hey, hey

Why can't you be
Why can't you be
It's plain to see you drive
yourself crazy
Why can't you be
Why can't you be
it's plain to see you're
the only enemy

You got some stories you're afraid to tell
tired of living in a shotgun shell
headin' west to find the edge of
life itself
last I heard there were angels
walking in Los Angeles
with their hands in their
pockets lookin cool like me, he, he, he

Scared of lovin' cause it
might feel good
you want to get it like you
know you should
what the hell's wrong with
living without the blues
you stand convicted, you
stand accused
you're so conflicted and
abused, ooh ooh ooh

So here's to you
Guilty of being you is the
easiest of all the things you do

(written by Shelby Lynne and Bill Botrell)

Smokin' and thinkin'
of things to do since you're gone
sittin', lonely
can't even get stoned
takin' a breath of a feeling that
once lived in this house

Laughin' and dying
at the mirror in the hall
talkin' to myself
a memory don't remember at all
last thing you told me was the first thing that brought on these clouds

I'm lookin' up, for the next thing that brings me down
here comes the jet plane
I can see the wheels hit the ground
however long I wait
I'm standin' at the gate, looking round

Walkin' and cryin'
stumble into a church
startin' at the rafters
wonderin' how much more I can hurt
hey old man, what are your plans for me
where am I bound
I'm lookin' up for the next thing that brings me down

(written by Shelby Lynne, Dorothy Overstreet and Jay Joyce)

In the dark I can hear you whisper
shadows still, move across the distance

What did you say, it's okay
Did you miss me
Did you miss me

Make it mine, takin' time, forgotten
speak for me, silent plea, surrender

What did you say, it's okay
Did you miss me
Did you miss me

You know at times I wondered
if you ever thought of me
and I wondered if you wanted to be free
like me, and I needed to feel you and
I wondered did you miss me baby, oh yeah

Turn to gray, bluer shade, when the sun comes
Peaceful time, cease your mind, Dreamsome

What did you say, it's okay, oh baby
Did you miss me
Did you miss me
Did you miss me

(written by Shelby Lynee and Bill Botrell)

Heaven knows this ain't no Margaret Mitchell
where the oak trees meet the pines
I know it might sound kinda simple
oh but it's mine oh it's mine

Thought I heard a logman cuttin' timber
down the Mississippi line
I'm up the old Tombigbee river
high as the pines, all the time

Elegamment les batos passant
ben on la flota vec du van
all I'm trying to say is I'm
never far away from
Alabama frame of mind

Jubilation risin' on the bayou
celebration in the wind
Father Pat gives benediction
cross the Coden bridge again

Crickets spreadin' rumors by the shoreline
with the lonesome lady whine
crab trap full of nothin

(written by Shelby Lynne and Bill Botrell)

Black light blue
Heaven's perfect hue
the ultimate possession
the game you couldn't lose
the voice in the corner
the song you hardly knew
the terrible admission
some tragic lonely tune
slow the Spanish dancer on a stage

Black light blue
is tearing me in two
a mad revelation
Shakespeare isn't true
the raising of the glasses
the falling into sin
dying in the desert
the loners lonely end
in the shifting sand oasis

Black light Blue
cock-a-doodle-do
calling for the innocent
the taming of the shrew
the muting of the colors
the mystical review
trying for forever, is what you'll never do
there you stand, alone
Black light blue