douglas brent smith

it was her attempts at perfection that kept perfection away locked up walled in and kept at bay never quite good enough to ever satisfy substantiated reservations proof to deny tell me again why it all had to end no, stop nonsense never bears repeating. -- douglas brent smith (c) 2017 douglas brent smith

Don’t Give Up Your Day Job (Douglas Brent Smith ) Chorus:    Don’t give up your day job You could end up a poor slob Life without a paycheck Could make you a physical wreck Don’t give up, don’t give up your day job     All my friends are artists, one way or another Filled with talent filled with skills still yet undiscovered When the routine looms they hunger for the road Checking out, dropping off another heavy load Before they jump into something absurd                                                                                                                    They catch their breath, count to ten and say these six important words  (chorus) Chicago is the kind of place the race is always steady the competition’s stiff and hits when you’re not ready But people here never fear we work until we drop and one way or another they will end up on the top But even when we reach the sky and soar just like a bird we’re sure to tell the st

i was blue before you got here -- i'll be down after you leave it's deeper than you understand, recognize or believe when you're sad you could be crying - when love is dying you've got to grieve and i was blue before you got here - and i'll be blue after you leave i was blue before you got here -- you didn't change a thing you had no lasting happiness available to bring there is no lovers' island no blissful wedding ring and i was blue before you got here -- you didn't change a thing you warned me that you didn't care but how could that be true? thru endless conversations i felt so close to you you told me "don't start dreaming nothing good could last" and when you got tired of me you put me in your past but i was blue before you got here, you didn't pull me down no matter how good it felt -- having you around it hurts more than it did before, when i thought that we'd be found but i was blue before y

boomerang babies (douglas brent smith) everybody's got grown children still living at home boomerang babies, who can't live on their own they've got cable TV - absolutely free all they need WIFI - no need to buy food in the fridge - they're living like kids boomerang babies, living at home everybody's got grown children still living at home boomerang babies who can't live on their own the ground rules have been bended ended or suspended we did the best that we could do and now we've got grandchildren, too! grown children, and their children, living at home to be fair, a place costs more these days college loans are more than our mortgage to pay opportunities at work don't get them any higher because our generation won't retire (what's a  boomer to do? we can't afford to) they've got cable TV - absolutely free all they need WIFI - no need to buy food in the fridge, they're living like kids boomerang b

not tonight (douglas brent smith) there have been nights when all the treasures of the world seemed close at hand when there wasn't any problem too big to understand nights when all my dreams came true and things turned out alright but not tonight there have been women who have loved me and pampered me with smiles swore they'd last forever and never change with style times when all my fantasies became such sweet realities but not tonight tonight it seems that everything is too far out of reach like some lost message thrown to sea washed up along the beach (repeat first verse) (c) 2017 douglas brent smith

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it was a hot august night on dorinda's couch in allentown there was a ring around the moon the man on the tv said "elvis has left the building, there'll never be another like him soon." must be a record of his here somewhere so we can pay tribute to the vegas king must be an album of his but i can't find it i guess i never really liked the way he'd sing but listen, chuck berry rocked me fats supplied the rolls from new york to detroit memphis to muscle shoals make it hot authentic make it black and real i like the parts that the king could never steal if all he were known for were those stupid movies he'd rank right up there with good old sal mineo but he brought feeling to the music when he brought conviction to the theft of soul but listen, chuck berry rocked me james brown supplied the soul from new york to detroit, memphis to muscle shoals make it hot authentic make it rock and real i like the parts that the king could n

the canaanite woman came to the Lord her daughter was demon owned the Lord's friends said to send her away Jesus, just leave her alone but even the dogs eat the crumbs that fall from their master's table and even the lowest low of all with you Lord, we are able Moses had troubles on every side his enemies, even his friends the Lord was his helper and his guide from Egypt thru the desert till the end (chorus) Elijah was scared and in a cave hiding from Jezabelle he'd seed destruction and violence and now he feared for himself (chorus) in these troubled times of woe the hurt can said us reeling crippled by causes we can't control fallen, in need of healing (chorus) (c) Douglas Brent Smith

like an old sailor who's drawn to the sea the voice of the highway whispers to me i can't give a reason for why i must go the life of a drifter is all that i know i worked at the factory the office, the store i gave it my best shot couldn't take any more you can't stop a tiger from chasing its prey and you can't stop a drifter from going away every day is a road movie every night is a new story everyone you touch you hold forever my kids call me crazy but they understand they know that i'm doing the best that i can you can't stop the ocean from meeting the land and you'll never reform a happy man like an old sailor who's drawn to the sea the voice of the highway whispers to me you can't stop the ocean from kissing the sand and you'll never reform a happy man whoa...that's all i am whoa...a happy man (c) douglas brent smith

she said that she loved me to the moon and back and to the moon and back just got a  whole lot shorter your roundtrip gave me the bends as you closed the portal and swept this sobbing away as love choked gasping on yet another tripping dream and  she never said that what she said didn't mean a thing (c) 2017 douglas brent smith

every couple fights about money about attention about     harmless searing flirtations     temptations, indiscretions and     thoughts every couple fights about passion    and lack of passion about furniture, fixtures, fantasies and    families    all those dysfunctional families and we don't fight about any of that     because we are                    not a couple and we fight about that knowing what i want you    choose to escape and knowing what you want i    senselessly cling    a mess of depressed repression unappealing    stealing every ounce of hope from the air and you repeat (repeat, repeat) that    we are NOT a couple but what about this love? -- douglas brent smith

It's humbling to know that the world will go on without you -- but also liberating. -- Doug Smith

it's a foolish wish to say may all your dreams come true                 what about the bridges disappearing in                  perspective?      what about the endless chases? the public nakedness? the lack of words? the demons hiding insecurities in playful sacks of sorrow? let me pick my dream to live that sweet happy ending dream of us together hand in hand and always smiling let me pick that time you looked at me from across the room with a knowing smile that spoke more love than you could say, or contain (or, sadly, sustain) but leave that part out (the sadness in your smile of unbeatable fate) and let me live that dream of                               you smiling                               at me and                               happy. (c) 2017 douglas brent smith