1. |
Just Let Me Be
03:23
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A heavy sigh, oh where do I begin?
It seems I never win.
I surrender with hands held high.
A martyr for a day
Defeated on display
a savage heart breakers buffet
And most of what they'll find
has gone unused for a long time
things never did shine quite the way they should
and I've no more use
for things I'll lose.
Just let me be
I guarantee I won't make a sound
I'll bury my hopes in the ground where
they will remain. Oh I swear I'm not the same as I once was
I'd never try and love someone again.
A steady ache has tried to break my will
Convince me that I still
I still need to try again
But I'm not that naive
I'm harder to deceive
They stole my heart right off my sleeve
I guess I should have known
people steal the things they want but do not own
Well I'll be just fine living life alone
cause I've no more use
for loves abuse.
Just let me be
I guarantee I won't make a sound
I'll bury my hopes in the ground where
they will remain. Oh I swear I'm not the same as I once was
I'd never try and love someone again.
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2. |
Hell To Pay
02:32
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Whatever I say you
hear it the wrong way
I'm not made for this
with no where to hide
from your bad or your worse side
I won't have that long to live
hands shake heart aches
keep away cause if you stay
I don't know when but there'll be
hell to pay
You were the best
without any protest
you're undressed to kill
using your charms
how your kisses could disarm
you could turn me round at will
mind weak can't speak
run away cause if I stay
I don't know when but there'll be
hell to pay
I'm second guessing stressing all the time
it's crazy you or crazy me
I never used to be so short on sanity
I'm second guessing stressing all the time
it's crazy you or crazy me
I never used to be so short on sanity
I think it's bizarre that we made it this far
and it's about time
for you to know that you're getting the heave-ho
merry christmas Madeline
eyes lie, tears dry
stop the show shut up and go
cause I don't know when but there'll be
I don't know when but there'll be
I don't know when but there'll be
hell to pay
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3. |
All The Stars
02:47
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With all the stars up in the sky
and all the answers they supply
I can't unravel their delay
We've been pacing night and day
and you know what I'm gonna say...
Just take it slow
Never ever fear what you don't know
While waiting for a sign
don't wish away your time as you say
With all the stars up in the sky
they must know so much more than I
Why then hide what your future brings
or the words you're supposed to sing
and how to keep remembering
Just take it slow
Never ever fear what you don't know
While waiting for a sign
don't wish away your time
The stars don't all align
at the sight
of a wish made just right
and truth is never found
without your feet firmly on the ground
Each day when you wake
luck is yours to make
Take it slow
Never ever fear what you don't know
While waiting for a sign
don't wish away your time as you say
With all the stars up in the sky...
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4. |
Just Too Much
03:25
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Fool me once I'd say you better cut and run
Do me twice and I'm the foolish one
Ya done wrong by, gave a black eye
to all who showed you praise.
Forget Wall St. our feet are gonna
occupy your face...
Your lobby’s full of friends who won't let you forget
they helped to make you you're forever in their debt
bet ya get
offers for your coffers
green bills you love to pass
cause it's only money, Sonny, getting you to
move your ass
Left alone and left behind
Where you belong
Right out of sight, right out of mind
We can't go wrong with you gone.
The crumbling of everything you touch
It's just too much, it's just too much.
Pit stop D.C. so it seems you've done some good
Then off to destination Hollywood
How could we put
faith in your mistaken
ideas of what comes first?
The streets will overflow as all you know
will be reversed
Left alone and left behind
Where you belong
Right out of sight, right out of mind
We can't go wrong with you gone.
The crumbling of everything you touch
It's just too much, it's just too much.
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5. |
Shayla
03:41
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Shayla has gone home
done for the night
tangled in sheets she's tucked in tight
clothes on the floor
shoes on the bed
dreaming of words she should have said
Where have you been?
Where have you gone?
Where did you get your bruises from?
You thought they'd be so easy to hide
A bruise on your hearts so hard to find
So hard to leave behind
Oh lonely night
You try to get by
With a self sung lullabye
You sing with a sigh
Too late to cry
You'll play the game
It's just easier to stay than walk away
You flash them a smile
a wink of your eye
and tell them the prettiest of lies
to dress up the truth in sugar and spice
it's made you a master of disguise
There's no wrong or right
You've got to stop your grieving
and picking fights you can't possibly fight
while you know you should be leaving
Oh lonely night
You try to get by
With a self sung lullabye
You sing with a sigh
Too late to cry
You'll play the game
Oh please I'm begging you, you've got to get away
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6. |
Perfect Things
03:52
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What if you can’t hold on?
Some dreams take so long
and if you’re plans unravel?
You’ll be much safer
sooner or later
if you take a road more traveled
As your heart sinks
I hope your head thinks twice
cause safe is never nice
It has it’s price
as all the perfect things your life could bring
just fade away, away
You spend all your long days
counting the wrong ways
to join the rich and famous
and save all your hard nights
for colored spot lights
on empty Wednesday stages.
Till there you are
Star of the marquees
but fame is never free
You’ll see, you’ll see
as all the perfect things your life could bring
just fade away, away
So pay no mind to the doubting kind
who love to sing their sad refrain
They revel in what might have been
and hope that you would do the same
Now I can’t guarantee
that you won’t take some scars or
wake up next to movie stars
But keep the faith and if you’ve made up your mind
then all the hurtful things your life could bring just
fade away, away.
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Chris Mosera Queens, New York
I play piano and write songs. I'm not a "piano player" but I'm working on it. I'm not a "songwriter" but I'm working on that too. These efforts take up my nights and weekends. During the day I am Mr. Mosera, music teacher at an elementary school in Bayside, (Queens) NY. ... more
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