Songs

Music: Steve Leonard
Lyrics: JP Garwood
Released 2005, Fat Raleigh, Dyceum

The ? Man

Alone I stand
without a plan
In the shadow of the question mark man
I play his game
say his name
find out later that I’m to blame

For I’m an also-ran
flash in the pan
In the shadow of the question mark man

Alone I stand
without a plan
In the shadow of the question mark man
I play his game
say his name
find out later that I’m to blame

Do you ever think of Mary
Do your thoughts still make you cry
Do you ever think of tearing out your eyes

Prepare to land
Down in the sand
Right at the feet of the question mark man
Deserve your fate
be not late
The time is not yours
don’t make him wait

‘Cause he is not your fan
bow if you can
Right at the feet of the question mark man
he won’t take your shit
no, not one bit
not even if you ask him nice

Do you ever speak to Nancy
Do you think it is worth your while
Do you ever think of choking on your smile

Alone I stand
without a plan
In the shadow of the question mark man
I play his game
say his name
find out later that I’m to blame

For you’re an also-ran
flash in the pan
In the shadow of the question mark man

A short-sleeve tan
a no-name brand
You’ve got nothing on the question mark man
So eat your pride
down the slide
to the place they call the other side

Music: Steve Leonard
Lyrics: JP Garwood
Recorded by Fat Raleigh, Dyceum, 2005

Part of Me

Everything black and white went gray
time didn’t mean a thing
I still had two good eyes left
and they could’nt hear the choir sing
But I was just too lazy
to ever go crazy
So I kept my sanity
You were going to have to be my ears
If you were to be a part of me

The only times I felt alive
Were now and seventeen
I don’t recall a memory
from the time spent in between
and if I could uncover
or ever discover
my hidden history
Then I could be that way again
And I’d hold on to that part of me

Danielle, the best that I can do
is put words on a page
I cannot give them meaning
or protect them all from age
But if you don’t mind trying
to save them from dying
you can give them melody
let the music give them life
and they’ll always be a part of me

And in my collection
the face of reflection
erased from the owner’s stare
contemplation is fleeting
on time worth repeating
yet part of me wants to be there