KNOTS
Words and music by Brandon S. Bowman and William F. Brownell III
Well I�m blurred behind enemy lines
Stop the pain that I�m feeling inside
Heard about the whistle blew
Nasty heart beating in you
And I�m all tied up in these knots
Raving ecstasy what do we do
Bloody heart beating in you
Blaming deaf falls the sound
Crave the stable horse around
And I�m all tied up in these knots
Cracks appear out of nowhere
The knots tangling up in my hair
In the armor of my mind
And it�s too hard to unwind
As I�m dangling from way up top
And I�m all tied up in these knots
STAY
Words and music by Brandon S. Bowman and William F. Brownell III
The radio cannot drown out the pain
That I feel each time I drive away
I push the pedal, grip the steering wheel
As if I could outrun the way I feel
Friday night and we feel so fine
But Sunday night is not that kind
I call out your name
Tonight I�m here to stay
I think about the way you smile
Then wander down all the lonely miles
I call out your name
Tonight I�m here to stay
The week drags by and at the end of the day
I think about the things I�m dying to say
We talk for hours on the telephone
We say goodnight and I�m here alone
Friday night and we feel so fine
But Sunday night is not that kind
I call out your name
Tonight I�m here to stay
I think about the way you smile
Then wander down all the lonely miles
I call out your name
Tonight I�m here to stay
Friday night we feel so fine
But Sunday night is not that kind
I call out your name
Tonight I�m here to stay
I think about the way you smile
Then wander down all those lonely miles
I call out your name
Tonight I�m here to stay
TWO MINUTES TIME
Words and music by Brandon S. Bowman and William F. Brownell III
You knew everything about me
In the tunnel of hidden secrets
I rest waiting to awaken my senses
Give sight to my lenses
I can�t wait
I can�t wait
I can�t wait
Two minutes in is a safe place for pain
Two minutes later is a murderous game
I can�t wait
I can�t wait
I can�t wait
Give vision to my eyes
Give me vision to set my sights on you
I cried even though none had known
In the bowels of carnal instinct
I can�t wait
I can�t wait
I can�t wait
I can�t wait
I can�t wait
I can�t wait
CROWN ROYAL BLUE
Words and music by Brandon S. Bowman and William F. Brownell III
Sitting here on this barstool
And I�m throwing back a few
Surrounded by these lonely strangers
Wishing I could talk to you
And I wish I could tell you that I�m sorry
But that just wouldn�t be me
All our dreams are slowly drifting
Into the crown royal blue
And I know there�s not a chance in hell
But I�ll leave the light on for you
Everytime we�d find our way
I�d always seem to get us lost
It�s true there�s only been one perfect man
And they nailed him to a cross
And I wish I could change everything I did to you
But if I tried I�d be a fool
All our dreams are slowly drifting
Into the crown royal blue
And I know there�s not a chance in hell
But I�ll leave the light on for you
And I know there�s not a chance in hell
But I�ll leave the light on for you
CAROL
Words and music by Brandon S. Bowman and William F. Brownell III
Do not be frightened
Rest your fears
Let my sincerity
Erase your tears
As I stare deeply into your eyes
I see such beauty there I can�t describe
This urgency builds up inside
I cannot hide
Carol
Carol
If you feel alone
Call on me
I�ll help you back
Up on your feet
Then you can share with me what�s on your mind
No use in trying to keep it inside
I will be yours until I die
Until we die
Carol
Carol
Carol
Carol
EMILY
Words and music by Brandon S. Bowman and William F. Brownell III
I can feel the sand between my toes
The sun is beating on my back
I see the ocean and I breathe
That girl is sailing back to me
What exactly do you want from me..
Just a wave or the whole sea?
Can you explain it to me Emily?
Can you explain it to me?
My fingers flow within the surf
My eyes are filled with a vision
That lingers after I fall asleep
Her pure ship of crystalline
What exactly do you want from me..
Just a wave or the whole sea?
Can you explain it to me Emily?
Can you explain it to me?
What exactly do you want from me..
Just a wave or the whole sea?
Can you explain it to me Emily?
Can you explain it to me?
1959
Words and music by Brandon S. Bowman and William F. Brownell III
What I wouldn�t give to go back
To 50 years ago
I�d have a Chevy Bel-Air
With an AM radio
I wanna hear that chunky rhythm
Like a train, train coming down the line
I wanna hear a brand new ditty
That sounds like 1959
I�d put on my leather jacket
Put a little grease in my hair
Cruisin� down the strip
Waving at all the girlies there
I can almost hear the music
Like a train, train coming down the line
I wanna hear some rockabilly
That sounds like 1959
I�d go see an Elvis movie
At the drive picture show
I�d race my buddy�s Hemi
And I�d blow him off the road
Well I guess it�s wishful thinking
Can�t go back even if we tried
Oh but still I gotta hear it
A song from 1959
I wanna hear a brand new ditty
That sounds like 1959
SIDE
Words and music by Brandon S. Bowman and William F. Brownell III
I know this darkness feels like nothing but cold sorrow
But I know that brighter days are coming for tomorrow
Day by day the burden grows and slowly beats you down
But I know that lighter days are soon to come around
But I know that lighter days are soon to come around
So hold on this temporary emptiness my dear
Will fade into the night with all your pain and fear
You have strength and courage rooted in you this I know
For I have seen into your eyes and touched your very soul
For I have seen into your eyes and touched your very soul
Change is something that we all know and we must learn to bear
No one ever promised us that life would be that fair
So let me hold you here tonight and wipe away your eyes
And as you softly fall asleep I�ll be here at your side
And as you softly fall asleep I�ll be here at your side
SLIP
Words and music by Brandon S. Bowman and William F. Brownell III
Water swirling down the drain
Pavement falls and the pain
The pull of an attractive lie
The wrong words at the wrong time
I�I�.
I�I�.
Slip away
Folded notes under your door
The crooked smiles of a whore
Skating over thinning ice
The sheen on the kitchen knife
I�I�
I�I�
Slip away
I�I�
I�I�
I can feel myself slipping away
EASTSIDE GIRL
Words and music by Brandon S. Bowman and William F. Brownell III
You look so pretty you make it hurt
Just like a hard rain pounding in the dirt
You new dress is so damned tight
And your lipstick�s just too bright
Eastside girl you�re on the wrong side of town tonight
And the Westside boys they�re looking for a fight
Whiskey drinking seeing double
And they�re looking for some trouble
So take the first bus back to town
Cause somebody�s going down
I just came in for a good time
But the locals don�t really care that you are mine
Another jack and coke is what I need
Before the biggest mess you�ve ever seen
Eastside girl you�re on the wrong side of town tonight
And the Westside boys they�re looking for a fight
Whiskey drinking seeing double
And they�re looking for some trouble
So take the first bus back to town
Cause somebody�s going down
And I don�t want you around
A pretty girl like you could get hurt
THE SAME THING
Words and music by Brandon S. Bowman and William F. Brownell III
She lures the welcome mat like it was a lamppost
I guess you could say the same thing about her smiles
Multitudes drown most any others but I say that
She�s the sore thumb all the while
I know that you would say the�
I know that you would say the�
I know that you would say the same thing
I know that you would say the�
I know that you would say the�
I know that you would say the same thing
She carries on as a flash polarizes her figure
Against the canvas of the crowd
Peripherally I steal her without her even knowing
That there�s only us, there�s just us now
I know that you would say the�
I know that you would say the�
I know that you would say the same thing
I know that you would say the�
I know that you would say the�
I know that you would say the same thing, yeah
I know that you would say the�
I know that you would say the�
I know that you would say the same thing
I know that you would say the�
I know that you would say the�
I know that you would say the same thing, yeah
WAS IT GOOD FOR YOU
Words and music by Brandon S. Bowman and William F. Brownell III
You loved me or so you said
You said you�d love me like a song
Then you got into my head
You said that it wasn�t wrong
Was it good for you?
Did you get enough?
What happened to love?
You wanted more than I could give
You said you needed more today
But I said that I could not live
My life for another day
Was it good for you?
Did you get enough?
What happened to love?
Was it good for you?
Did you get enough?
To be this way, to be this close
Your whispered lies removed our clothes
When all I had was uncontrolled
All I had was uncontrol
