Ruskabank – I Don’t Think You Hear Me Though

 

Cheer Up:    Cheer up!  Don't like it when your mood is down and up.  Don't like you anyway.  I say that you're gonna get it someday.  But you don't here me though.  And so I'm gonna be there when you bring me down, long face and lonely frown.  I know that you're gonna get it someday.  But all stuff is bringing me down!  You've got me crying all alone in my sleep.  A lot of lonely little dreaming that I just can't keep.  Cheer up!  Don't like it when your mood is all around.  Mr. Happy is coming to town.  He's got to know me in a way that you will never know.  But I know, I'm not gonna be there when you bring me down.  Because Mr. Happy is coming to town.

I Don't Think You Hear Me, Though:    Now I've found myself the very middle.  You pick it up, you put it down, but I don't think you understand the very middle.  But you try and try, and you just can't win.  I'm gonna teach you now, the best that I can.  But you'd better give it up, 'cause that's the only  way it's gonna go.  You don't hear me though.  I don't think you hear me, though.

Give It Up:    Oh no, oh no!  That feeling's come again.  Built in my heart, and I can't get rid of it.  Come on, give it up!  (Give'n it up.  You get me down, you've gotta give it up!)  I didn't want it all going down that way. (Give'n it up.  You get me down, you've gotta give it up!)  You give me two more! C'mon (Give'n it up.  You get me down, you've gotta give it up!)   I didn't want it all going through my head. (Give'n it up.  You get me down, you've gotta give it up!)   What I could say: C'mon, you won't get me down, you'd better give it up, you won't get me down, but that feeling's come again!

All My Fans (Are Dead):      All my fans are dead!  Filled myself with Similac, and then I had a heart attack, and then they came to photograph, but I don't really care.  You can take my record contract.  You can take my new Fender Strat, or reposes my cadillac, but I don't really care.   I don't really have the knack.  Tried rock jump, but hurt my back.  Lost my money, a full stack, but I don't really care.  You can say my music's wack, and you can say my rhymes, they lack.  They don't relate to Jill or Jack, but I don't really care.  Tried to make a big comeback, but no one bought my new 8 track.  Now it is a proven fact that no one really cares.  You could say they bought it all, or you could say they didn't.  But it really don't amount to jack, and I don't really care!

Hectic:    You talk about your other man.  And that is something I can't stand (oh no, I can't, no)!  I didn't want to be this way.  For you to lead and not to say (say it ain't so).  Did you ever love me, did you ever need me?  These questions cloud my mind, and you are such a tease.  You've got me beggin', got me on my hands and knees.  No matter how big you are, you'll never beat me there by far (no, you can't, no)!  I didn't want to be this way.  For you to lead and do the stray (say it ain't so).  Life with you can be so hectic to me.  Even though I try and try, but I've still got plenty of time to see.  Even though I want to cry but, the word just don't ever come to me.

Lover's Sea:    Well, if there were times where it would do.  I would do my best to be with you.  Just me and you and you and me.  We'll take a little trip out to lover's sea.  Take a little time, I know you could.  'Cause if you really want to, you know I would.  'Cause I'll be that guy, I'll take the time.  To be with you right now would be so fine.  'Cause be it the time, my time is free.  Just call me on the phone and we could be.  (Aw, no, wait a minute.)  Just let me sing a note or two, about how much I want to be with you.  'Cause if your old man has lost his spice.  I'll come in with the love that will suffice.  Yeah, I want to do it again.  Again, and again, and again!

Not The Only One:    Just when I finally decided what I want to be.  It turns out I don't really want to be that at all.  Because day after day, I got all caught up in it.  People turning me down because I didn't want to fit.  They can keep it now, because I don't really care.  Faking me out, now how could that be fair?  It's late at night and I'm, I'm so tired.  I've got irregular rhythm of the heart.  I've finally found my place in the sun.  And I know that I'm not the only one.  No one knows exactly what they are gonna be.  So stop asking me because I just can't say, and that's ok.  Because the pressure to be, and the pressure to do.  It's not the pressure to me, but it's the pressure to you.  Because you can break it down and say that you're gonna play.  But how do you feel at the end of the day?  I didn't want to be all caught up in it.  Stressin' for them is what I can't get.  What'd I learn to write for?  Why'd I learn to read?  Boring routine, and too many mouths to feed?  This can't be the end.  There has to be more.  More than making money just to keep up the score.  Well, you can keep your ends, 'cause I don't really care.  I'll be rocking out while you sit there and stare!

Speedy Gonzales:  Consuelo, she said.  You'd better come home, Speedy Gonzales!  Before there's noose in the rope.  Stop all of your drinkin' when after losing me is close.  Come on home to your adobe and slap some mud on the wall.  The roof is leaking like a strainer.  There's loads of roaches in the hall.  Speedy Gonzales?  Yes?   Why don't you come home?   I don't want to.  Speedy Gonzales?  Yes?   How come you leave me all alone?  Because I've got to go to town to buy something.  Your dog is gonna have a puppy, and we're running out of coke.  No enchaladas in the ice box, and the televisions broke.  I saw that lipstick on your sweatshirt, I smell the perfume in your hair.  If you're gonna keep on this fence, don't bring your buisness back here.

Strugglin':    You keep on chiming, but I won't come in.  I'm tired of your constant bickering'.  Just can't leave well enough alone, bringing it out too many times 'till it's all dried up and used.  But I've learned just one little trick.  To always try to make the best of it.  But there must be something that's more important, because you can't let it go, you just don't know what to do.  You're strugglin' (yeah, you're strugglin')!  How much longer is the world gonna hold you down.  Strugglin'!  Is it all in my head, or do you always frown.  It's your problem, but I'm feeling used.  I'm too old to take this type of abuse.  I'm too fed up, 'cause you just sit there and stare.  Always a fight, and now I can't take you out anywhere, without a problem either here or there.  Your words, they pursue my feelings without a care.  I'm telling you now, I won't take anymore.  Here's some advice before I kick your ass out my door!  There's way too many other fish in the sea.  Your happy pants don't need to be hanging' around me.  Just for fun, go ahead and try to walk out on your own.  But soon enough you'll be back, to fill that empty space where the fight used to fill up the hole.  Now you're pounding' hard on my front door.  I snuck out the back, I don't need no more.  I've got to get my head out of your mess.  I don't deserve or desire to deal with the likes of you!  No where to go, and no where to turn.  Don't feel too good to receive the burn.  But you'll move on to another guy, who's hopefully way too smart to give a crab a try.

Wish I Would Have Kissed You:  Just you and me, sitting all alone.  No one to bother us, your friend was on the phone.  Looking through Newsweek, not caring what i read.  Only thoughts of kissing you were going through my head.   I didn't care about the time it took.  I'd write a speach or I'd write a book.  I had to go, my time had gone by.  Oh, I felt like such a fool that I wanted to cry.  So many times I missed it.  All alone at night, so many times I wished it.  So many times, oh too many times i missed it.  But I know, someday yeah I'll know the reason why I didn't do it.  I wish I would have kissed you, and I'm wondering are you thinking the same thing too?  Just you and me talking on the phone.  It's been so long, oh where has the year gone.  To hear your voice would mean so much to me.  Brings back that thought of you sitting next to me.  I'd meet you here, I'd meet you anywhere.  I'd meet you on the moon I really don't care.  To rendezvous for just a little while, oh girl, it'd do me good, you know I'd make you smile.  And so many times I missed it.  All alone at night, so many times I wished it.  And if you pardon me, I'm afraid I'm going to have to insist it.  'Cause I'm out of time, baby, I know.  Get your body with mine there's no telling what we'd do!  Cutie momma!  Where's that girl that I knew so well?  Face from heaven, a body from hell!

Wrong Again:    Your humor lately has been cold as ice.  It made me want to think twice.  Have I been doing anything to get on your nerves?  But I'm rock steady, and I've got no regrets.  You're living off those cigarettes.  Making the bad times seem to go slower and slower.  The friend I've got in you is so hard to find.  No penny for your thoughts, bring a dime.  Don't let it fester.  I know it will eat you up, baby, I just know it.  But you go, delving in again.  Into what you think is real.  You try and you try, you know you keep dying but, baby, you deny it.  Just wait a little longer, things might not be so bad.  You might even be glad.  At times like this, man, I'm so glad my friends don't write me off, no!  But you thought that this would be the end.  But then you'd be wrong again.