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Falling into Heaven
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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
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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.
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Chair on the Moon
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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
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Me
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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.
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You Could Have Had Me
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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.
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Little White Boy
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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
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Invisible Prison
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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.
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Bipolar
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Apollo's Little Bastard
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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
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The Screwup Song
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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.
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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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