Falling into Heaven

by Rob Roper 2009

Lost and found and lost again
That's the way you've always been
Running naked with the wind
Fall down, get up, fall down again

You're falling, falling
into heaven.

Go outside, talk to the trees
Hear the wisdom in the breeze
Lay your head down on the ground
Listen to the way it sounds

You're falling, falling
into heaven.

Give your spare change to a bum
Don't ask what he spends it on
Read a story to your cat
Walk around in a silly hat

You're falling, falling
into heaven.
You're falling, falling
into heaven.

Lost and found and lost again
That's the way I've always been
You don't have to rescue me
It's the way I like to be

I'm falling, falling
into heaven.
I'm falling, falling
into heaven.
We're falling, falling
into heaven.


Misfit

by Rob Roper 2009 Additional Lyrics 2010

Too weird for straight
too straight for freaks
not a hippy
or a redneck
Don't have a tatoo
don't have no piercings
Don't have dreadlocks
don't wear a hoodie
Misft
Misft

Don't watch the sitcoms
or the cop shows
Don't watch the Oscars
or the Grammys
Don't like the Idols
or the hit songs
The music that I like
you never heard of
Misft
Misft
What's a misfit boy gonna do?

Don't eat McDonalds
I'm not a vegan
don't drink the Bud-lite
or Jaegermeiser
Don't have no children
don't have a wife
I'm not gay
or even bi
Misft
Misfit

Not a Democrat
or Republican
not a Christian
or a Buddist
not a Muslim
or a Jew

What's a misfit boy gonna do?
Gotta find me a misfit girl like you.
Like you.
Misfit
Misfit

Too weird for straight
too straight for freaks
not a hippy
or a redneck
Not a frat boy
or a gangsta
Ain't got no jewelry
or a bandana
Don't have a Prius
or a bigass SUV
Never been to Disneyland
Don't like Journey
Don't watch much football, basketball, baseball
I like soccer

Chair on the Moon

by Bill Kahler 2004

I got a junkyard out back, full of old broken hearts
Take a look, but you won't find any usable parts
The teardrops that fell, turned the stories to rust
Memories got muddy, and mud became dust

Out on my porch, there's a mangy old stray
I've been feeding him scraps, so now he won't go away
The two of us, are a whole lot alike
Both home alone, on a Saturday night.

And the radio up on the shelf
Plays all the songs out of tune
I'm sitting here all by myself
Like a stranger in town
With the world spinning round
I might as well be sitting in a chair on the moon.

Something must have gone haywire, the day I was born
In a hospital room, in a field of corn
The older I get, the less I fit in
I stop to think about it, and I start to grin

It's just a matter of time, til that dog's in the house
He's got the world's saddest eyes, and a clown's happy mouth
A pat on the head, ain't asking so much
He's looking for love, like the rest of us.

And the radio up on the shelf
Plays all the songs out of tune
I'm sitting here all by myself
Like a stranger in town
With the world spinning round
I might as well be sitting in a chair on the moon.

Looking on the bright side
It's a beautiful view
Looking in from the outside
On a planet of blue

And the radio up on the shelf
Plays all the songs out of tune
I'm sitting here all by myself
Like a stranger in town
With the world spinning round
I might as well be sitting in a chair on the moon.

I got a junkyard out back, full of old broken hearts.

Me

by Rob Roper 2008

Sitting in a cube, like in a Dilbert cartoon everyday
Oh, but in my mind, I'm drinking wine
I'm sitting at a sidewalk cafe

So here I am
Working for The Man
Staring at a screen
But this ain't me
This ain't me
This ain't me.

Me is in Paris, walking down the street with Amelie
Me is on a train, on my way to Spain
or Italy

But here I am
Working for The Man
Staring at a screen
But this ain't me
This ain't me
This ain't me.

Me is on skis, flying past the trees in the snow
Me is on stage, singing songs of pain
and hope

So here I am
Playing my guitar
In this little bar
Ah, this is me
This is me
This is me.

You Could Have Had Me

by Rob Roper 2008 Lyric change 2010

You could have been happy
It could have been good
But you went for him
And I was just a friend
So I have no sympathy
For your latest tragedy
You're a fool, you can't see
You could have had me

You like the pretty ones
Not the loving ones
But they don't need you
They get bored and they leave you
So I sip my beer
But I won't shed a tear
'Cause you never see
You could have had me

Oh, you say you'll change
But I know it's not true
You see, I understand
Yes, I understand
Cause I'm just like you

You'll find another
Just like the others
And you'll try to change him
But you can't, so you'll blame him
We only want
what we can't have
what can never be
You could have had me
You could have had me
You could have had me.

Little White Boy

by Lori Grebe Cook 2004

Little White Boy, Little White Boy, rises to the tip of his toes
and drinks from the colored water fountain, where no white man goes
He thinks it'll taste like colored crayons, black, blue, orange and green
He thinks it'll taste like colored crayons, different than the water he's seen.

What's the difference?
Oh, mama, please.
What's the difference?
It tastes the same to me.

Black men marching, black men marching, on a bubbling blacktop street
sweat is dripping, burns their eyes, lashes bring them to their feet
Little White Boy, Little White Boy, leaning on a barber pole
watching white men's faces scowling, like red-hot coals

What's the difference?
Oh, mama, please.
What's the difference?
Is this the way it has to be?

Little White Boy, Little White Boy, Now I'm six feet tall
I'm a man, I'm not a boy, and I understand more now

What's the difference?
Oh, mama, please.
What's the difference?
We're all the same to me.

What's the difference?
We're all the same to me.

Little White Boy, Little White Boy, rises to the tip of his toes

Invisible Prison

by Rob Roper 2004

I live in a prison, with invisible walls
With invisible guards, in invisible halls
I wish I could break out
And set myself free
But I can't seem to find
The invisible key

Oh, isn't there someone
Who could help me?
Uncover my eyes
So I can see
All these fine opportunities
That I seem to miss
There's got to be something
Better than this.

Oh, I got a job, guess I can't complain
"Just be glad that you got one, brother"
That's what they all say
And I got a house, I ain't sleeping in the rain
But sometimes I wish a tornado'd come
And just blow it all away.

Oh, isn't there someone
Who could help me?
Uncover my eyes
So I can see
All these fine opportunities
That I seem to miss
There's got to be something
Better than this.

Now I'm walking to a crossroads, but there ain't no signs
To point out the direction--go left, or go right?
Either one is better
Than the place I'm at
But choices paralyze me
So I turn around and go back.

Oh, isn't there someone
Who could help me?
Uncover my eyes
So I can see
All these fine opportunities
That I seem to miss
There's got to be something
Better than this.

I just know that there's something
Better than this.

Bipolar

by Rob Roper 2006 with additional lyrics 2010

Last week I was living
on the shady side of the street
Wore a frown, and moped around
Didn't even want to eat
But now I'm on the upswing
Biochemicals kickin' in
So take me to a party
And let the fun begin

Up and down
High and low
Like the seasons change
It's natural
Bipolar
Bipolar

I was talking to a shrink, he said
"These pills will put you on track"
I said, "I'm just like the seasons, man"
"So get off of my back"
Sometimes I wear a Hawaiian shirt
Sometimes I dress in black
Hide away for a couple of days
then come roaring back

Up and down
High and low
Like the seasons change
It's natural
Bipolar
Bipolar

Yesterday
I was falling off the edge
Worried 'bout what people said
But today...
But today!

Last week I was living
on the shady side of the street
Wore a frown, and moped around
Didn't even want to eat
But now I'm on the upswing
Seratonin's kickin' in!
So take me to a party
And let the fun begin

Up and down
High and low
Like the seasons change
It's natural
Bipolar
Bipolar

Apollo's Little Bastard

by Rob Roper 2009

You got a heart but no brain
a voice out in the rain
spoken, never heard
with so much to say

An apprentice with no master
Apollo's little bastard
left on your own
while time moves ever faster

I can see you're just a flower
that needs a little water
neglected middle son
the farmer's ugly daughter

You just need a little help
but you're too shy to ask
you don't want to be a burden
you're afraid they will laugh

You've got so much inside you
that wants to come out
but no one believes
and you've got your doubts

If you quit and gave up
no one would care
no one would know
all that you have to share

And now your forehead
is all black and blue
'cause the brick wall is stubborn
but so are you

You got a heart but no brain
a voice out in the rain
spoken, never heard
with so much to say

An apprentice with no master
Apollo's little bastard
left on your own
while time moves ever faster

The Screwup Song

by Rob Roper 2006

The boss said you're hired, I think you'll do great
We just have one rule, you gotta be here at 8
6 months out of work, and I spent my last dime
But I forgot the alarm, and woke up at 9.

So here's to being lazy
And here's to being late
Here's to regrets
And here's to mistakes
And here's to being stupid
And drinking too much
And here's to people like us.

Oh, I've been in love, but I always get burned
So many times, you'd think that I'd learn
I could blame it on the women, or plain ole bad luck
But most of the time, I just screwed up

So here's to being lazy
And here's to being late
Here's to regrets
And here's to mistakes
And here's to being stupid
And drinking too much
And here's to people like us.

I've been selfish and lazy, a coward and a fool
Spent too much time on the seat of a bar stool
I've hurt those who love me, and I suffer regret
Sometimes they forgive me, but I never forget

So I can't understand
When I hear people say
If they had it to do over
They'd do it the same way
But why would you do things
That cause so much pain?
If I could do it all over
I'd change everything.

I'd be rich, fat and happy, living the good life
With a beautiful house, and a beautiful wife
But then I wouldn't be here, singing this song
So I guess it worked out, that I did it all wrong.

So here's to being lazy
And here's to being late
Here's to regrets
And here's to mistakes
And here's to being stupid
And drinking too much
And here's to people like us.