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Music Lyrics: John Popper

Once upon a midnight dearie
I woke with something in my head
I couldn't escape the memory
Of a phone call and of what you said
Like a game show contestant with a parting gift
I could not believe my eyes
When I saw through the voice of a trusted friend
Who needs to humor me and tell me lies
Yeah humor me and tell me lies
And I'll lie too and say I don't mind

On my mind, my mind, my my my mind
Sex is on my mind

Chorus:
Sex is on my mind
(I wanna love you down if you let me)
Sex is on my mind
(I wanna be the one that you're sexin')
Sex is on my mind
(I wanna love you girl if you let me)
Sex is on my mind
(I wanna be the one that you're sexin')

I know she's heard it all before
But she was way too fly for me to ignore

Music Lyrics: John Popper

You'll get no answer from me
About what I want or what I get
Brave enough to speak afraid to see
Confuse the issue till you forget

And I've tried
To finally decide
Why
I'm in your face

And if you can't already tell
I am unable to let things go
I'm told I do it very well
But more important you should know

That all the same
You've got no one to blame
But yourself

Music: Chan Kinchla
Lyrics: John Popper

With an air of indignation
Smiles a painted porcelain face
And we're supposed to trust this
Decorum has its place
But you and I beyond that
With a question I might ask
How suddenly the smile doth crack
When we slip beneath the mask

And they're fallible
Yeah they're fallible
And we hold up a mirror
And we hate what we see
And we keep on trekking westward

Stand
Stand and walk
Tragedy
Is cheap and so is talk
Decision
Yours to make what will you do
In the end
It comes back to you
Cause it's a long... way to fall

Thunder
Don't scare me at all
Lightning
Well just a little
Pressure
It ain't worth a dime
And your wounds
They'll all heal in time

Cause it's a long... way to fall

The answers are getting harder
The answers are getting harder

Music: Bobby Sheehan
Lyrics: John Popper

I walk right by him and he's freezing his ass off
He could be dead I'm supposed to walk away
I won't remember a thing come the summertime
Handful of quarters make me feel okay

Ah ah who's gonna have to pay
Ah ah who do I love today

I love what's mine cause what's mine is all mine
Gives me a reason to go get more
Don't really care where I go to get it

Tryin' to make a train at sunrise
Gonna have to run a red light
Tryin' to make a train at sunrise
Gonna have to run a red light
Travelin' with my Carolina
You know, the girl kept me up all night
And when my Carolina throw down
You know, the girl know how to fight
Don't think we're gonna make it
There's nothing else that anyone could do
I don't think we're gonna make it

Music: Chan Kinchla
Lyrics: John Popper

Standing here with a tale to tell
I might as well tell to you
Nothing near Wagnerian
As Terminator Two
It's an old one about a little dirt farm girl
Who wanted to get out for good
She'd do anything to keep that dream
She'd do anything she could

Who was she
To feel so free
With her heart on her sleeve
She just couldn't believe...
There was a price to pay

Music Lyrics: John Popper

It doesn't matter what I say
So long as I sing with inflection
That makes you feel that I'll convey
Some inner truth of vast reflection
But I've said nothing so far
And I can keep it up for as long as it takes
And it don't matter who you are
If I'm doing my job then it's your resolve that breaks

Because the hook brings you back
I ain't tellin' you no lie

A musical opus by C. Kinchla Blues Traveler

(Instrumental)

Music Lyrics: John Popper

If ever you are feeling like you're tired
And all your uphill struggles leave you headed downhill
If you realize your wildest dreams can hurt you
And your appetite for pain has drinken its fill

I ask of you a very simple question
Did you think for one minute that you are alone
And is your suffering a privilege you share only

Music: Chan Kinchla
Lyrics: John Popper & Bobby Sheehan

Are you sleeping
Brother John
If you feel like weeping
Brother John
Please won't you hear me
Brother John
Just wait and see
Brother John

Can't you see by the will of your hand
You can give it a try and just name your price
And everybody in this rock & roll band
Don't wanna preach don't wanna give advice