Singles + B-sides
22 Blackbirds
Nathan McDonald. © 2008 Littlebeck Records.
22 blackbirds singing over you
Singing of a world to come
You’re sleeping by the window
They can’t help but let you know
22 blackbirds pleading over you
Pleading for a world to come
You’ve never moved outside these walls
You never thought this day would come so soon
Spread wide the avenue
Make way for something new
It is going to break you where you stand
Lie down and let it roll
Near-sighted eyes and weary soul
Meet the shifting shadows with a kiss
22 blackbirds crying over you
Crying for a world to come
Pitch black against a white sky
A contrast for aging eyes to see
Spread wide the avenue…
22 blackbirds taking flight over you
Taking flight with your heart
Annie's Trouble
Nathan McDonald. © 2008 Littlebeck Records.
Jack’s outside the window
Throwing pennies at the glass
Trying to break the silence in your room
He wanted to protect you
But his fists weren’t made to swing
Now he feels a wound deeper than your bruise
Jimmy’s at the front door
Nailing daisies to the frame
Trying to bring back color to your home
He wanted to believe you
But he sneaks around at night
Now he’s looking and there’s no one to be found
There is trouble at your window
There is trouble at your front door
Annie, you’ve been drawing trouble
But it’s not your trouble anymore
John’s up on the rooftop
Dropping toothpicks down the chute
Hoping one will strike a flame for you
He wanted to elect you
But he votes the other side
Now his victory is losing what he had
Joe’s under your floorboards
Singing echoes through the rug
Trying to shake a crack inside your walls
He wanted to convince you
But his tongue could only lie
Now he’s thirsty and he goes unsatisfied
There is trouble on your rooftop
There is trouble in your floorboards
Annie, you’ve been drawing trouble
But it’s not your trouble anymore
Saturday at midnight
Six whole days ago from now
You bought a ticket for an eastern shore
Unannounced you left your trouble
But you left your home as well
Now you’re sleeping where the pennies hit the ground
Waking under daisies on the door
Breathing in clouds of smoke and chill
Hearing echoes tearing down your walls
Baby, Don't Say
Nathan McDonald. © 2008 Littlebeck Records.
Baby don’t say you’ll sleep another hour
Your dreams aren’t as sweet as drinking in the day
Follow me out to the street around the corner
You’ve been a fool to let your love delay
Come on, I won’t let you go
Even when trouble is pulling you under
Walk on, let out your song
The melody will lead you along
Baby your eyes carry weight like a barrow
Empty the load before the day is through
Swallow me in, soak your bones to the marrow
You will begin as I begin in you
Come on, I won’t let you go…
We’ll flower up from the seed
Starving our wants, feeding our needs
Our stories won’t ever end
Laughing through trouble like elderly friends
Baby, I’m under your skin
Beards
Nathan P. McDonald. © 2012 Littlebeck Records.
PART 1
Beards are for rock stars who are losing their hair…
Mrs. Savage gave birth to a son
On the eve of Independence Day
’Said “he’s the one who will turn
All the eyes of the girls in the hood”
It never really happened, she never understood
On his birthday, age of ten
He unwrapped a shiny Squire from his uncle Lenn
He could play every chord by the age of thirteen
‘Found himself friends in Zimmy and Springsteen
If I play everyday, and let my curls grow
‘Won’t need the stars to align
Just need to book a show... book a show!
Rock is for youngsters who have nowhere to go
Nowhere to go, nowhere to go
By the time he was drinking age
There’d been five or more bands
But none had seen the stage
‘Cept Johnny and the Savages, a black jean cast
During try-outs for the State Fair they never made past
New inventions carried him on
Down a road to viral stardom when he posted a song
There were 15-hundred views in a single day
The kindest of the comments said, “learn how to play”
When I leave this town, I won’t be coming back
I’m still stitching together the perfect plan of attack… of attack!
Bands are for loners who think nobody cares
Nobody cares, nobody cares
On the morn of Thanksgiving day
Mrs. Savage stuffed her turkey in a curious way
With a baseball bat and a stick of cinnamon
Distracted by the hope that she might see her son
That boy had a new family
They were waiting in a bar room off of one-seven-three
Ev’ry Thursday was his night on the open stage
Making sparse tips on a bus boy’s wage
When it’s my time to leave, no need to say good-bye
My fellowship of loners has no time to cry… time to cry!
Tears are for mothers who are losing their sons
Losing their sons, losing their sons
PART 2
Popular bands have such crowns to behold
Mine’s wearing thin, now that I’m growing old
But some gifts hide right under your nose
Encamp your mouth, cradle your lobes
Clothe your face, when others are bare
Accent your smile, draw young girl’s stares
This is the treasure I’ve found
This is the treasure I’ve found
This is the treasure I’ve found
Beards are for rock stars who are losing their hair
Losing their hair, losing their hair
I’m losing my hair...
Bone to Skin
Nathan P. McDonald. © 2016 Littlebeck Records.
How long will you run?
How long till this is done?
How long?
Will we ever speak again
As close as bone to skin?
How long? How long?
My eyes have seen too much, too much
To let you go, but I let you go
How far will you go?
How far till we don’t know?
How far?
Could I reach and draw you back?
Cover up your tracks?
How far? How far?
My eyes have seen too much, too much
My eyes have seen too much, too much
To let you go, but I let you go
Confession
Written by Nathan P. McDonald. 2008.
I’m a fading flame
I can’t say when I began to dim
Born to know the truth
God is not gonna give up on me yet
I’ve been reaching out my hands
In the dark for far too long
Hoping I could feel my way
To where my heart belongs
I’ve made no quiet place
Where I can hang my coat
And let myself be known
Honest and exposed
Who can know the truth?
I can only guess we’re half-awake
Walking in a dream
And it scares me half to death to think I’m right
There’s just too much trouble
Breaking ground beneath my feet
To think that I could keep on walking
And never know defeat
Come inside with me
We’ll hang up our coats
Let ourselves be known
Honest and exposed
I’ve been reaching...
Come inside...
Easy Go
Jessica, Nathan and Jordan McDonald. © 2008 Littlebeck Records.
Easy go, my Love
Easy go, my Love
These eyes will show my love
Easy go, my…
Love is a gentle kiss
When you have no strength
An open fist
Letting go the fear
Of losing your life
Finding yourself on the other side
Easy go, my Love…
Love is a familiar voice
Welcoming you home
A fierce rejoice
Cutting through the tears
When you say goodbye
Knowing you’ll meet on the other side
Greater Love has gone before us
Leading our way home
Find It in Your Eyes
Nathan P. McDonald, Jordan R. McDonald. © 2016 Littlebeck Records.
I don’t have a lot of money
I don’t have a lot to prize
All my treasure, all my riches
I find it in your eyes
I don’t have a constellation
I’ve no promise in the skies
All my dreams, all my vision
I find it in your eyes
In the morning when I hear
You calling, calling me to rise
The sun is slow but enough light’s shining
I find it in your eyes
If the night brought the sting
Of a memory, a memory I despise
All the hope I need to kill my fever
I find it in your eyes
Go Together
Written by Jessica R. McDonald and Nathan P. McDonald. August 2008.
Put your arms around my neck
We’ll go together
Put your arms around my neck
We’ll go together
We’ll turn this thing around
Try not to settle down
Get our feet up off the ground
‘Til we know
Hold my hand, hold my hand
We’ll walk together
Hold my hand, hold my hand
We’ll walk together
Should we, or should we not
Give it a second thought?
We’ll I can’t connect the dots
So, I don’t know
But what have we got to lose?
Just our workin’-brother-blues
So, come on, put on your shoes
Here we go
Someone’s in flat-bed truck
With his head hung low
There’s a dog on the side of the road
Takin’ it slow
I see clouds of dust
Swallowing the sunset’s glow
This isn’t what we thought it would be
But it’s good to know
Young boys and girls
Are given new eyes to see
Locked doors are open
When we give up the keys
And if we get lost
Falling down to our knees
Well Babe, just remember
I got you, and you got me
I got you, and you got me
Grain of the Sky
Nathan P. McDonald. © 2016 Littlebeck Records.
Shake off the dogs that are on my heels
Rip out the spokes of that spinning wheel
Push back the hand that wants to hold my tongue
Never knew my words could become that numb
Dig in to where I know I can hide
Let myself breath with you by my side
Sweep up the dust that has been too long
Covering the glow of that unheard song
I won't believe a word until I see you're gone
And then I'm on my knees pleading
Begging for the morning from the setting sun
My only answer is the evening
Under the stars, grain of the sky
I cannot be worried
The silence is true, the light will abide
I will free myself to let it go
I think I’m special, then I think I’m dumb
I open up a bottle with a calloused thumb
Into the river, Baby, hold my hand
Wash ourselves clean from that sinking sand
I won’t believe a word…
I will free myself to believe what’s gone
Couldn’t give me more than I’ve already got
I should know by now, even though I'm small
I have all I need to let it go
I wanna go to the heights, write my name on the mountains
I wanna go to the depths, and kiss the bottom of the sea
I wanna go to the span of that moonlit horizon
I wanna go to the place where you're next to me
I Need Love
Written by Nathan P. McDonald and Jordan R. McDonald. Dec-Jan 2013.
When my heart is heavy
Weighing down my smile
I need love, I need love
When I’ve lost my color
Stripped of any style
I need love, I need love
I need love — when my story never gets told
I need love — when the season’s draggin’ us through the cold
I need love — when my best run ends with a spill
I need love — when my whiskey glass has seen it’s last fill
I need love
For the ones who love me
Helping me along
I need love, I need love
For the hope that keeps me
Singing out my song
I need love, I need love
I need love — for the neighbors I tend to ignore
I need love — for the stranger knocking on my front door
I need love — for the wise man who calls me a fool
I need love — for the rival who’s undoubtedly cruel
I need love
I need love — from your smile, babe, I cannot resist
I need love — in our story, with its turns and its twists
I need love — to come with you, babe, I strongly insist
I need love
I Will Rise For You
Written by Nathan P. McDonald. 2005-March 2012.
I feel heavy now
My fingers quiver underneath a gun
My legs feel buried in the dirt
But I’m ready for the run
Streaks of gold light the sky
In endless smoke and cloud
My sight lies steady on the hill
I’ll make death, or meet my own
I heard the call, took my place
My mother-dear, kissed my face
I will rise for you!
Shots ring — 10,000 bells —
Against my temple drums
Silhouettes on the hill
Drop like aimless bombs
Blood pours out on the ground
From my wounded enemies
One’s eyes lie open in the light
Staring back at me
I heard the call...
We move onward through the fire
Sons and daughters, mines and wire
Blazing like the sun
Ooo...
Abraham took his son
Up the hill with a gun
I will rise for you
An angel cast the gun aside
And spoke to Abe, God will provide
I will rise for you!
If Your Head Is Made Of Wax
Nathan P. McDonald. © 2012 Littlebeck Records.
If your head is made of wax
If your head is made of wax
If your head is made of wax
Don’t go walkin’ in the sun, no, no, boy
Don’t go walkin’ in the sun
If your hair is made of steel
If your hair is made of steel
If your hair is made of steel
Don’t go dancin’ in a storm, no, no, boy
Don’t go dancin’ in a storm
Boy, you better listen
Better take it straight from me
I’ve been livin’ by these words since 1963
If your head is made of wax . . .
If your hands are made of straw
If your hands are made of straw
If your hands are made of straw
Don’t go startin’ up a fire, no, no, boy
Don’t go startin’ up a fire
Boy, you better listen
Better make your two ears sore
You come around again
I’ll be sure to give you more
If your heart is made of glass
If your heart is made of glass
If your heart is made of glass
Don’t go fallin’ in-love, no, no, baby
Don’t go
I’m A Rose
Written by Nathan P. McDonald. April 2010.
Vultures dance in figure-eights in the sky
Children, always curious, wonder why
They don’t know, down below a death has ensued
Their beaming eyes stay fixed on
The spinning black against blue
I’m a rose, I’m a weed
I’m a super model, I’m a gamin
A branch, a seed
I stand at both ends
And I’m in between
How do you see me now?
Things could get turned around
Princes roam as paupers out on the street
Once adorned, now soiled down to their feet
Everyone, from old to young has worth in their bones
Still the masses pass by hurrying to get home
I’m a rose...
Oh, I’ve waited for an open door
To show my way outside
When across the room, within my view
Is a window open wide
I can see my heart is willing to believe
But my eyes are blind to how I may receive
I’m a rose...
I’m Still Sleeping
By Nathan P. McDonald. April 5, 2011.
When you walk down the hall
I can hear, I can hear you
When you walk down the hall
I can hear, and I’m still sleeping
When you walk down the hall
6:00 a.m. and I can hear you
Don’t wake the baby
When you open the door
I can hear, I can hear you
When you open the door
I can hear, and I’m still sleeping
When you walk down the hall
6:00 a.m. and I can hear you
Don’t wake the baby
The sun is rising over head
I’m hiding in our bed
I’m dreaming you’re asleep next to me, Dear
Birds are singing in the trees
Criss-crossing melodies
I’m silent with the lullaby of breathing
Littlebeck
Nathan McDonald. © 2008 Littlebeck Records.
When I leave this place
The smell of limestone will be on my coat
For a week or so
Every visit slows me down
All the reasons for my struggle fade
They are washed away
Open up the gate
Let the dogs run wild through the field
Soon the ground will yield
We return with burrs and thorns
I pull them off over the hidden spring
I watch the bubbling
There’s a burning in my chest that says,
“My son! Where have you been?”
And when I open up my mouth to sing
The fire only spreads
O Littlebeck, O Littlebeck
I remember where we sled
Down the hill into the freezing pond
With our red boots on
The snow was endless for a kid
Forts were built along the driveway’s edge
Where we made our pledge
There’s a burning in my chest . . .
O Littlebeck, have I lost my way?
O Littlebeck, have I lost my way?
Near the fireplace, we all stood
And said goodbye to grandpa on his bed
We each kissed his head
I sang a hymn to ease his pain
My voice was broken, my hands were strained
He smiled the same
Live Life Slow
Written by Nathan McDonald. July-August 2009.
You were a young girl
And we were just friends those days
Carefree and simple
Trouble was miles away
We walked in the springtime
Sang out a song all the way
Our melodies blooming
Our harmonies tangled and stray
It wasn’t long before we knew
This was love
We let it grow, year by year
Warm as a glove
Leaves were caught falling
Over our heads in the frame
Bright red and yellow
The day that I gave you my name
We made a home,
Hand in hand, side by side
Some days were clear, others dark
We laughed and we cried
And I won’t let go
And I won’t let go now
Now we are older
Life seems to pass us by
We spend our days spinning
The pace of life runs us dry
We hear it said, open up
Take what you can It sound so good
But I find myself
Lost in the span
And I won’t let go...
When life moves too fast, Dear
The things that I love begin to choke
I need you to hear me
I need you to know this ain’t no joke
We’ve all got soil
Down where we know who we are
Don’t let it turn dry as stone
Live life slow . . .
What a beautiful sky tonight
What a beautiful sky
How grateful am I tonight
With you by my side
Looking For A Place
Nathan McDonald. © 2008 Littlebeck Records.
They say I’m looking for a place
A place to lay my head
A place to lay my burden down
A place to let the past fall dead
Whose eyes are looking my way?
Whose voice is calling my name?
I cannot turn away
Too beautiful to stay the same
They say I’m looking for a love
A love to throw myself into
Whose eyes are looking my way . . .
Made In The USA
Written by Nathan P. McDonald. Summer 2011.
In the Philippines, Jamaica Cambodia, Sri Lanka
Your best-looking onesies were made
All your bath towels and swaddlers
Your cute pair of All-stars
Were made in Vietnam at low wage
Pakistan provides ya
With most of your pajamas
And India made your Pooh Bear
But Baby, I can proudly say
To the world if I may
You were made in the USA
In a fact’ry in Bangladesh
On the isle, Mauritius
Jeans were made for your pudgy legs
A matching hat and sweater
Was knit by your Grandmother
With yarn from Iceland white as eggs
Travel ‘cross the ocean
To fact’ries set in motion
Where China gets the credit for your crib,
And your diapers, and your colored pacifiers
Your carseat, your stroller, your yellow steam roller
And your bottles handpicked for BPA-free plastic
Etcetera, etcetera, etcetera . . .
But Baby, I can proudly say . . .
Bright blue eyes
You got ‘em from your mama
She’s a rather darling gal
Plump, round cheeks
Ya, you got ‘em from her too
Your inheritance is tried and true
Those long curls
You got ‘em from your papa
Though he doesn’t have much left
You’ll know love
That’s what brought us both together
And that’s the label you get to wear
Love’s the label you get to wear
Pakistan provides ya . . .
But Baby, I can proudly say . . .
Monster In the Mountains
Nathan P. McDonald. © 2016 Littlebeck Records.
Monster in the mountains covering his face
A shadow grips the hillside, darkness fills the space
In the holler of the Ozarks where there is no resting place
Monster in the mountains covering his face
Monster in the mountains hiding from the storm
A rage of wind and water leaves the valley torn
The groaning congregation left to bleed before the Lord
Monster in the mountains hiding from the storm
Monster in the mountains spilling out his tears
A haunting superstition has widows bound in fear
Orphans grieve in silence; does anybody hear?
Monster in the mountains spilling out his tears
Monster in the mountains pulling back his mane
The echo of a new song from the northern plain
Rumors of a kingdom, and a coming reign
Monster in the mountains pulling back his mane
Monster in the mountains dancing in the sun
With his fingers to the fiddle, the prince from Avalon
Chases 'way the Spooklight, frees the idle tongue
Monster in the mountains dancing in the sun
Oh Mama
Written by Nathan P. McDonald, Jordan R. McDonald, and Jessica R. McDonald. June-July 2011.
Don’t suggest what I’m thinking
I’m gonna be truthful
When I feel you’ve laid down all your arms
You’ve always got good intentions
I know you’re no devil
But I grow weary when you play the part
I just need to be heard
Speak my mind without questions
And feel easy
I’m no problem to solve
My troubled heart just needs time, Dear
A slow healing
Oh Mama, oh Mama
Listen to my song
My mind is full of worry
My heart is full of doubt
Give me space and some freedom
To be what I’m feeling
Gain some footing on this shaky ground
Babe, you’ve gotta believe me
I wanna be near you
But for now I need to be alone
There are times I am strong
And other times I am weak, Dear
I won’t argue
There are days I believe
And other days I am doubtful
My heart fading
Oh Mama...
We hold a love that always shakes things up
We hold a love that makes us carry on
Oh Mama...
Oh My Love
Nathan P. McDonald. © 2016 Littlebeck Records.
There are times when all you do is breath
I just can’t explain it
Words would never do you right
God just gave me eyes to see it
And if you turn and smile my way
I just fall apart
You could have anything you wanted
Have the night never see the sun again
You are the only one
Who has held my eyes
Oh my Love!
You are the only one
Who I give my life
Oh my Love!
When I’m gone and far away from home
I can’t help but think about you
There’s a part of me that always loses grip
When you’re not by my side, Dear
When I return and walk through our door
I just wanna hold you
Whatever you need I am there for you
I am yours, you are mine, believe it
You are the only one…
Out Of Your Reach
Nathan McDonald. © 2008 Littlebeck Records.
Like a cat on the street
Stray and hungry for days
You were a roamer looking for a home
Needing more than a roof
You had struck out on love
He was the first one to let you in
Now you don’t mind the gap
Between yourself and the sky
You’ve got your fill of clouds in your lungs
And when he kisses your mouth
You breathe enough of his air
To float above the surface of your doubt
It’s out of your reach
With your feet on the ground
It doesn’t matter where you’re standing from
It’s out of your reach
You won’t turn back around
You’ll never pardon who you have become
He’s carving your name
On the length of his chest
Italic letters and a blue guitar
You wait outside with nothing to do
But light up your last
And watch the Northern Lights
It’s out of your reach…
When I feel a weight on my bones
I can make a trade for a lighter load
When my head is hanging low
I gotta lift it up to a higher road
It’s out of your reach…
You’ve never seen such a mess
Than when you look in the mirror
You can’t look away even if you tried
He’s got more than you have
And he’s all that you’ve got
But baby, this is not your gravity
Out On The Road
Written by Nathan P. McDonald. April 2007.
Out on the road
Burning up fuel
Far from the noise
Busy and cruel
The wide open fields
Are coming in view
The grass is all dead
But spring's coming soon
Out on the road
Where no signal comes through
I'm turning my thoughts
To remembering you
The birds overhead
Are lifting me up
The river below
Is filling my cup
Out on the road
Taking my time
Thinking of you
Out in the wind
Brushing my face
Calling me home
To a quieter place
Breathing the air
Making me clean
Lifting my hands
Letting me be
Out on the road
Taking my time
Thinking of you
Hello, World!
Play It Cool
Nathan P. McDonald. © 2012 Littlebeck Records.
We play it cool…
Smiles are prohibited
When we’re in the presence of a camera lens
Rarely do we ever expose our beautiful teeth
Our day job clothes are a felony
We can’t break the image that we’re marketing
Though I wouldn’t mind if the trend didn’t wear so tight
I get high after every song
The spirit in the crowd’s got me speaking in tongues
My heart beats heavy to the pounding drum
And on it goes, like a secret nobody knows
We play it cool...
Meet us out back after we tear down
We'll spin the bottle, then we'll pass it around
Kiss our saviours in the dark
But Jesus, if your friends ain't cool
Then Jesus, I guess we're through
We play it cool...
Saint Maria
Nathan P. McDonald, Jordan R. McDonald. © 2012 Littlebeck Records.
Lilium
Petals white as snow
Candidum
On the mountains where you grow
A shepherd’s star
Shining in the sun
A kingdom’s seal
Among thorns overrun
And I won’t be afraid
No, I won’t hide in the shade
When the moment calls for courage
I’m gonna stand
Saint Maria with tangled hair
Innocent eyes, and a mother’s care
No child laughing on your knee
You were uprooted by your own family tree
Madonna lilies stained in red
On the side of your hospital bed
Oh, your body was broken
But your soul never bled
Lift your eyes
To where your help comes from
The mountain spies
Testify to everyone
And I won’t be afraid
No, I won’t hide in the shade
When the moment calls for glory
I’m gonna stand
Saint Maria...
Shadow
Nathan P. McDonald, Jordan R. McDonald, Libby R. Myszka. © 2016 Littlebeck Records.
It’s alright, babe, I’m just following my shadow
Once I catch her heel, I’ll be dancing in the sun
You will know I am well; You will know my mind’s at ease
No more feeling like I’m under siege
I will rest my legs, I will rest my head on my pillow
No more following my shadow
It's alright, babe, I'm just cutting down the gallows
When the old oak falls, I'll be saddling my horse
You will know I'm alive; You will know my blood is hot
No more breathing through the hangman's knot
I will ride my stud through the blackened mud of the shallows
With my back to the gallows
You can hear me howl, you can hear me roar
Like a dog left alone in the house
You can hear my fingers scratching up and down the door
And the hair is raising on the back of my hands
I can feel the coming of a storm
Maybe I am crazy, but I've made it thru these times before
I'm foolish if I fight alone
Who's To Blame
Nathan and Jessica McDonald. © 2008 Littlebeck Records.
I can’t place my finger on it
I can’t trace the last time I was here
I can’t place my finger on it
So, Ill wait for you to make it clear
We cannot throw this time away
Let’s fight the urge to run away
’Cause whose to blame?
I’ll bite my tongue, let you call out the name
I can’t lift my eyes above it
I can’t shift the answer into gear
I can’t lift my eyes above it
So, I'll be still and know that you are near
We cannot throw this time away . . .
Theodore Jones
(Diggin’ up a Dinosaur)
Nathan P. McDonald, Jordan R. McDonald. © 2016 Littlebeck Records.
He walks like a man on a wire
He talks in circles while he rakes the floor
Diggin' up a dinosaur
He throws his coins in the fire
He strikes his luck on the lowest score
Diggin' up a dinosaur
Nobody knows
How their own story's gonna end
Theodore Jones
Reaching for shadows wearing thin
Leave his hands alone
Diggin’ his own grave
In the road you leave behind
He tucks his notes in a bottle
He jumps the bird like a labrador
Diggin' up a dinosaur
He paints his skin like a model
He rolls his joints in an open door
Diggin' up a dinosaur
Every bone is a ghost
Every ghost has a secret
That dinosaur’s gonna haunt
Every treasure below
Theodore Jones, Theodore Jones
The Winter Moon Is Fading
Nathan McDonald. © 2008 Littlebeck Records.
The winter moon is fading
In the morning light of springtime
These days have been so crowded
It’s been a while since I’ve seen your face
This cold rain and snow
Have washed my eyes
And now I see the sun
With my hands loose
I’ll carry you away
And show you how
This desert is blooming
She said this was a hard season
Everything under the snow
Words have been spoken
We’ve uncovered the green
This cold rain and snow . . .
I’ll carry you on over
Past the edge of the cold, cold night
You’ll carry me around you
There’s nothing you can’t believe
This cold rain and snow . . .
Na, na, na, na, na, na . . .
You Are The Episode
Nathan McDonald. © 2008 Littlebeck Records.
You are the episode
I don’t want to see again
A souvenir shot glass
I won’t be taking home
A radio frequency
I will never listen too
I’m turning my head and going home
You were a counterfeit, candle-lit, romantic
I was a passing fool, a ridicule of sorts
You played my heartsore
I let it pour, then through your door
The night was sweet
But the morning was cruel
You are the episode . . .
It doesn’t matter where I am
The light is always creeping in
No shadow can hide my face
You left your trace on me
So I stand in the open light
Let it bite, settle its appetite
You burn right up, smoke to the sky
You are the episode . . .