Misfit

by Rob Roper

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1.
Falling into Heaven by Rob Roper ©2009 Lost and found and lost again That's the way you've always been Running naked with the wind Fall down, get up, fall down again You're falling, falling... into heaven. Go outside, talk to the trees Hear the wisdom in the breeze Lay your head down on the ground Listen to the way it sounds You're falling, falling... into heaven. Give your spare change to a bum Don't ask what he spends it on Read a story to your cat Walk around in a silly hat You're falling, falling... into heaven. You're falling, falling... into heaven. (solo over verse and 2 refrains) Lost and found and lost again That's the way I've always been You don't have to rescue me It's the way I like to be I'm falling, falling... into heaven. I'm falling, falling... into heaven. We're falling, falling... into heaven.
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Misfit 04:36
Misfit by Rob Roper ©2009 Too weird for straight too straight for freaks not a hippy or a redneck Don't have a tatoo don't have no piercings Don't have dreadlocks don't wear a hoodie Misft, Misfit Don't watch the sitcoms or the cop shows Don't watch the Oscars or the Grammys Don't like the Idols or the hit songs The music that I like you never heard of Misft, Misfit What's a misfit boy gonna do? Don't eat McDonalds I'm not a vegan don't drink the Bud-lite or Jaegermeiser Don't have no children don't have a wife I'm not gay or even bi Misfit, Misfit Not a Democrat or Republican not a Christian or a Buddist not a Muslim or a Jew What's a misfit boy gonna do? Gotta find me a misfit girl like you. Like you.
3.
Chair on the Moon by Bill Kahler I got a junkyard out back, full of old broken hearts Take a look, but you won't find any useable parts The teardrops that fell, turned the stories to rust Memories got muddy, mud became dust Out on my porch, there's a mangy old stray I've been feeding him scraps, so now he won't go away The two of us, are a whole lot alike Both home alone, on a Saturday night. Chorus: And the radio up on the shelf Plays all the songs out of tune I'm sitting here, all by myself Like a stranger in town With the world spinning round I might as well be sitting In a chair on the moon. Something must have gone haywire, the day I was born In a hospital room, in a field of corn The older I get, the less I fit in I stop to think about it, and I start to grin It's just a matter of time, til that dog's in the house He's got the world's saddest eyes, and a clown's happy mouth A pat on the head, ain't asking so much He's looking for love, like the rest of us. Chorus Looking on the bright side It's a beautiful view Looking in from the outside On a planet of blue Chorus I got a junkyard out back, full of broken hearts
4.
Me 03:02
Me by Rob Roper ©2008 Sitting in a cube, like in a Dilbert cartoon everyday Oh, but in my mind, I'm drinking wine I'm sittin' at a sidewalk cafe Chorus: But here I am Working for The Man Staring at a screen But this ain't me This ain't me This ain't me. Me is in Paris, walking down the street with Amelie Me is on a train, on my way to Spain or Italy (Chorus) Me is on skiis, flying past the trees on the snow Me is on stage, singing songs of pain and hope Chorus So here I am In this little bar Playing my guitar Ah, this is me This is me This is me.
5.
You Could Have Had Me by Rob Roper ©2008 You could have been happy It could have been good But you went for him And I was just a friend So I have no sympathy For your latest tragedy You're a fool, you can't see You could have had me You like the pretty ones Not the loving ones But they don't need you They get bored and they leave you So I sip my beer But I won't shed a tear 'Cause you never see You could have had me Bridge: Oh, you say you'll change But I know it's not true You see, I understand Yes, I understand Cause I'm just like you You'll find another Just like the others And you'll try to change him But you can't, so you'll blame him We only want what we can't have what can never be You could have had me You could have had me You could have had me.
6.
Little White Boy by Lori Grebe Cook 2004 Little White Boy, Little White Boy, rises to the tip of his toes and drinks from the colored water fountain, where no white man goes He thinks it'll taste like colored crayons, black, blue, orange and green He thinks it'll taste like colored crayons, different than the water he's seen. What's the difference? Oh, mama, please. What's the difference? It tastes the same to me. Black men marching, black men marching, on a bubbling blacktop street sweat is dripping, burns their eyes, lashes bring them to their feet Little White Boy, Little White Boy, leaning on a barber pole watching white men's faces scowling, like red-hot coals What's the difference? Oh, mama, please. What's the difference? Is this the way it has to be? Little White Boy, Little White Boy, Now I'm six feet tall I'm a man, I'm not a boy, and I understand more now What's the difference? Oh, mama, please. What's the difference? We're all the same to me. What's the difference? We're all the same to me. Little White Boy, Little White Boy, rises to the tip of his toes
7.
Invisible Prison © Rob Roper September. 2004 I live in a prison, with invisible walls With invisible guards, in invisible halls I wish I could break out Set myself free But I can't seem to find The invisible key (Chorus) Oh, isn't there someone Who could help me? Uncover my eyes So I can see All these fine opportunities That I seem to miss There's got to be something Better than this. Oh, I got a job, guess I can't complain "Just be glad that you got one, brother" That's what they all say And I got a house, I ain't sleeping in the rain But sometimes I wish a tornado'd come And blow it all away. (Chorus) Now I'm walking to a crossroads, but there ain't no signs To point out the direction--go left, or go right? Either one is better Than the place I'm at But choices paralyze me So I turn around and go back. (Chorus) I just know that there's something Better than this.
8.
Bipolar 02:56
9.
Apollo's Little Bastard by Rob Roper ©2009 You got a heart but no brain a voice out in the rain spoken, never heard with so much to say An apprentice with no master Apollo's little bastard left on your own while time moves ever faster I can see you're just a flower that needs a little water neglected middle son the farmer's ugly daughter You just need a little help but you're too shy to ask you don't want to be a burden you're afraid they will laugh You've got so much inside you that wants to come out but no one believes and you've got your doubts If you quit and gave up no one would care no one would know all that you have to share And now your forehead is all black and blue 'cause the brick wall is stubborn but so are you You got a heart but no brain a voice out in the rain spoken, never heard with so much to say An apprentice with no master Apollo's little bastard left on your own while time moves ever faster
10.
The Screw-up Song © Rob Roper April, 2006 The boss said you're hired I think you'll do great We just have one rule you gotta be here at 8 6 months out of work and I spent my last dime But I forgot the alarm and woke up at 9. So here's to being lazy And here's to being late Here's to regrets here's to mistakes And here's to being stupid And drinking too much And here's to people like us. Oh, I've been in love but I always get burned So many times you'd think that I'd learn I could blame it on the women or plain ole bad luck But most of the time I just screwed up So here's to being lazy And here's to being late Here's to regrets here's to mistakes And here's to being stupid And drinking too much And here's to people like us. I've been selfish and lazy a coward and a fool Spent too much time on the seat of a bar stool I've hurt those who loved me and I suffer regret Sometimes they forgive me but I never forget So I can't understand When I hear people say If they had it to do over They'd do it the same way But why repeat things That caused so much pain? If I could do it all over I'd change everything. I'd be rich, fat and happy living the good life in a beautiful house with a beautiful wife But then I wouldn't be here singing this song So I guess it's alright that I did it all wrong. So here's to being lazy And here's to being late Here's to regrets here's to mistakes And here's to being stupid And drinking too much And here's to people like us. And here's to people like us. And here's to screwups like us.

about

Rob Roper's highly-praised 2011 full album release, produced by John McVey at Coupe Studios in Boulder.

Stylistically, the record is grounded in rock and folk, with diversions into R&B ("Bipolar"), African ("Me"), and Irish drinking song ("The Screwup Song"). However, there are common lyrical themes, summed up by the title, "Misfit."

credits

released May 17, 2011

Rob Roper: lead vocal, electric guitar, acoustic guitar.
John McVey: backing vocals, electric guitar, acoustic guitar, electric bass.
Chris Engleman: electric bass, double bass.
Eric Moon: piano and keyboards.
Christian Teele: drums and percussion.
Greg Schochet: mandolin.
Kyle James Hauser: banjo.
John Macy: steel guitar.
Bill Kahler: saxophones.
Megan Burtt: backing vocals.
Additional backing vocals on "The Screwup Song": Something about Lulu (Angie Holley, Bylo Farmer, Patty Jackson), Chris Wright, Eric Singer, Disney.

Produced and Engineered by John McVey.

"...plinks at heart strings and funny bones... finding both the sorrow and the humor in some of the shadowed crevices of day-to-day life... a solid songwriter with a talent for telling stories from unusual perspectives." --Wildy's World

"Rob Roper tells the stories of those of us who will never be be rich or famous; stories of failure, struggle, dreams, and modest victories, often with wry humor and an unsentimental, hard-earned hopefulness." --Millie Phillips

"Each song is a vignette that places you inside the mind and heart of the writer, or at least the character he has created... [takes] you from one space into another, from despair into hope, or the other way around." --Nancy Farmer

"...a guy with some sharp songwriting skills and a knack for penning witty lyrics." --Jon Solomon, The Westword.

"...the troubadour of the misfit." --Kurt Loken

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Rob Roper Denver, Colorado

Songwriter, guitar player and singer.

"...the troubadour of the misfit." --Kurt Loken

"...a guy with some sharp songwriting skills and a knack for penning witty lyrics." --Jon Solomon, The Westword.

"...striking similarities to Elvis Costello... pop rock with a lyrical edge." --Sheryl Radetsky
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