1. |
Finally Me
03:39
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Finally Me
(C)Kevin Fisher
I let go of my past
The love that didn't last
The games I used to play
I let them slip away
I went and cut my hair
Took rings out of my ears
They were only symbols of
Not feeling good enough
Things that I thought were me
Were only vanity
I lost some time but gained my sanity
Now I finally see that I'm finally free
And I'm glad to be finally me
I've seen much lesser men
Go beyond where they have been
I figured what the hell
I could do that just as well
So I bit the bullet hard
Clenched my teeth, dropped my guard
Leapt up and rose above
The crap I used to love
I'm not saying I arrived
At some heaven I contrived
I'm just a man who survived
Now I finally see that I'm finally free
And I'm glad to be finally me
Just look in my eyes and maybe you'll see
All that is happening to me
I'm not saying I arrived
At some heaven I contrived
I'm just a man who survived
Now I finally see that I'm finally free
And I'm glad to be finally me
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2. |
Chasing Juliet
03:19
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3. |
The Answer Is No
04:04
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The Answer Is No
(c)Kevin Fisher
Everything’s all right, everything is fine
Maybe it’s the California weather, maybe it’s the wine
Life used to be a battle, now it’s like a game
Guess I used up all my bitter accusations
There’s no one left to blame
Am I getting boring, am I getting dull
Am I just ignoring the writing on the wall
Am I making excuses, refusing to see
All of the nooses encircling me?
The answer is ‘no’
I’m happy by myself
It’s how I like to be
But still sometimes I wonder
Is there something wrong with me
Am I simply lonely, a bit too reclusive
Am I finding friendship just a little elusive
Am I fearing love cause sometimes it hurts
Am I avoiding humble pie and my just desserts?
The answer is...
No way, no chance
I’m facing the music and I can’t help but dance
Am I getting lazy, am I growing weak
Am I staying silent when it’s my turn to speak
Have I lost my compassion, all of my drive
Have I forgotten what it means to be alive
The answer is ‘no’
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4. |
James And His Telescope
04:23
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James And His Telescope
©Kevin Fisher
James got a telescope, he traded in his bike
Thought the highways of heaven might be something he would like
With his feet on the ground, his heart starting to pound
He waited for angels to fall
He stared at the skies with the lens in his eyes
He saw nothing at all
He’s just a kid with an eye full of hope
James and his telescope
James went to college where he worked on his degree
Mixed a mind full of wonder with harsh reality
He aced all his classes in his wire rimmed glasses
Excelled in material things
But at night in his room he would gaze at the moon
And wait for the beating of wings
He’s still a kid with an eye full of hope
James and his telescope
James James James
There’s nothing out there but ether and air
No angels or demons or saviors
Get off of that cloud
You’re acting so proud
And stop all this foolish behavior
But James’ sole relief was his strength of belief
He knew angels are real as it gets
He just hasn’t seen them yet
James raised a family, had an ordinary life
And the angels he cared for were his children and his wife
He took on some work as a government clerk
To pay for the debts that life brings
There was sickness and health and the chasing of wealth
Sorrows, arrows and slings
But he always managed to cope
James and his telescope
He would gather his family on every Christmas eve
He would tell sacred stories of the things he believe
But time was a miser, and James none the wiser
For waiting so long for a sign
And with his last breath he said, maybe in death
There’ll be something a pilgrim can find
Then he just let go of this mortal rope
James and his telescope
James James James
This is Michael and Gabriel and all the archangels
We’ve all come to welcome you home
With the seers and sages from all of the ages
You never will feel alone
It was a beautiful treason to choose faith over reason
Cuz you knew it was angels you’d get
You just hadn’t seen them yet
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5. |
Nowhere Else But Here
04:03
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Nowhere Else But Here
Kevin Fisher/Eric Berdon/Elisebeth Carlisle/David James/Peter Tornell
Rolling down the road in a beat up van
Trying to make a mark in a rock and roll band
Laughing about the struggle and the price we pay
For fifty dollars each and a place to stay
We left California on a Monday night
With the stars of Orion as our guiding light
We met the morning with a caffeine kiss
And we wrote a little melody that goes like this
I feel like Walt Whitman with a black guitar
Wondering what a words worth in a smoky bar
Chasing a rainbow with an ice cold beer
And I’m glad I’m nowhere else but here
We’re so glad we’re nowhere else but here
We spent the night in a cheap motel
We don’t sleep much so it’s just as well
We pool our pennies for a meal to share
But when we walk on stage it’s like we’re millionaires
CHORUS
After the show I find my way to a phone
To touch the world I left back home
We loaded up the cooler at the Circle K
Got a full tank of gas now where on our way
And we’re not gonna stop till we hit the next town
Or the drummer gets hungry or the van breaks down again
CHORUS
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6. |
Jesus Mary Mona Lisa
05:39
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Jesus, Mary, Mona Lisa
(c)Kevin Fisher
Jesus, Mary, Mona Lisa
Wandering down the Champs Èlysee
They tip their hats and say it’s good to see ya
Hope your having a wonderful day
They take a Hovercraft across the river
Jesus could walk but the others might sink
They spend a franc on a bottle of water
And in a flash they’ve got plenty to drink
They smoke some cigarettes they drink some wine
They break some bread and butter
Man, that sounds divine
And if this is what everybody meant by heaven on earth
I think it’s kind of literal
If you take the truth and write it in cement
You throw away everything that’s beautiful, ya, it’s beautiful
They met a preacher out of Tulsa, Oklahoma
Drove in a limo and his wallet was fat
He didn’t recognize Mary or Mona
Said, “I thought Jesus was much taller than that”
They had a fight about a line in the bible
Jesus said, “Hey preacher man, take a second look”
The preacher said, “Hey Buddy, I could sue you for libel
I know some judges and they’ll throw you the book”
PRE
CHORUS
The preacher said goodbye with a deceptive kiss
Mona Lisa grabbed his throat and said, ‘Kiss this’
Jesus went back to his father in heaven
Mary went home to a husband named Joe
Mona Lisa said, “Forget the museum
I met a man and I’m ready to go
Smoke some cigarettes drink some fine wine
Break some bread and butter
Man, that sounds divine”
CHORUS
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7. |
Light Of The World
03:48
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8. |
This House Is Haunted
03:23
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This House Is Haunted
(c)Kevin Fisher
Pretty little scars, tiny aches and pains
From an ancient broken heart where some feeling still remains
Hello becomes goodbye, I don’t understand why
Love can be so fragile and so strong
Cuz sometimes in my dreams I can see your face
I guess there are some things that time cannot erase
It’s over gone for good, I’d let go if I could
But your ghost has a way of holding on
Cuz this house
Is haunted
The floors are all swept clean, the rooms are full of light
Who knows what might have been, still it turned out alright
But in the corner of my mind just slightly out of view
Sometimes I can find a memory of you
CHORUS
I’ve learned to live at peace with the ghosts of my past
They’re quiet at least but if anyone should ask
From time to time, once in a while
You cross my mind and I smile
Cuz this (all the walls and rafters)
House (every silent stone)
Is (now and forever after)
Haunted
Cuz my (the deepest part of me)
House (body mind and soul)
Is (for all eternity
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9. |
Fool In Casablanca
04:23
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The Fool In Casablanca
©Kevin Fisher
You are to me
What you always have been
What you always will be
Till the sweet bitter end
In this colorized world
You’re a classic black and white
Where the good guy gets the girl
And they ride off in the night
You’re Marilyn Monroe to me
You’re Bridgette Bardot to me
But when the camera fades to black
It reveals a simple fact
You go off and play some other starring role
And I play the fool in Casablanca
Who never should have let you go
To the end of my days
To the last song I’ve sung
You will be my favorite phrase
On the tip of my tongue
And when the final credits roll
And the audience cries
You will still be in my soul
Cuz this love never dies
You’re Marilyn Monroe to me
You’re Bridgette Bardot to me
But every night when I dream
I rewrite the final scene
Where you go off and play some other starring role
And I play the fool in Casablanca
Who never should have let you go
Of all the hearts in all the men in all of the world
You had to walk into mine
You’re Marilyn Monroe to me
You’re Bridgette Bardot to me
But memories are all I’ve got
Of some old fashioned twisted plot
Where you go off and play some other starring role
And I play the fool in Casablanca
Who never should have let you go
Oh I wish I never let you go
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10. |
Flimsy Little Theory
03:34
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Naked To The World Los Angeles, California
We tried to break up. But there must be some quantum time-shift or random wormhole that forces us to slide back into perpetual existence. We started in 1993, garnered some accolades, released 5 CDs, toured the U.S., had our songs cut by major artists, and garnered a bit of commercial airplay ourselves. We are grateful for everyone who has ever come to one of our shows and enjoyed our music. ... more
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