Last Night I Dreamed
Words and Music by C. Kinchla


It's the part of the dream that leaves me as the sunlight hits my eyes
It's the part of the dream that rolls me over and over as I sleep
It's the part of the dream that leaves me wanting for the darkness
It's the part of the dream I can't remember it at all

I dreamed about you last night
I dreamed about you last night
I dreamed about you last night
Last night I dreamed
Last night Last night

Something about a big jet plane moving fast off into the sunset
Maybe a mustang moving fast up to the sky
More like a great big boat drifting off to nowhere
I know that in the end you were waiting on the other side

I dreamed about you last night
I dreamed about you last night
I dreamed about you last night
Last night I dreamed
Last night Last night

I can feel the dream long before it makes my mind
I know the dream like the scent of the evening air
I need the dream to keep me safe until the morning
When I open my eyes you're there

I dreamed about you last night
I dreamed about you last night
I dreamed about you last night
Last night I dreamed

I dreamed about you last night
I dreamed about you last night
I dreamed about you last night
Last night I dreamed

Make My Way
Words and Music by J. Popper


When you roll down your window
And ask for directions
Can you count on the answers
That you would receive
If you've ever been taken
By that passed along pay back
Why ask in the first place you might not believe
But I won't be confined to road maps
Or let assholes decide
And I'd rather be lost
Then afraid to take a ride

And if it's a sin
No place on earth will I ever fit in
And I don't mind
Someday I pray I just may
As I make my way

Well I might have been helpful
Or a mischievous bastard
But when I'm thinking about it
I do what I can
In the infinite halfway
Where everyone always meets me
And by the laws of pure error
Do we exchange and understand
I'm yelling as loudly
As my lungs will allow
I wish I could whisper
Can you hear me now

And if it's a sin
No place on earth will I ever fit in
And I don't mind
Someday I pray I just may
As I make my way

Could be no one has the meaning
Of what anybody says
But so we don't feel so lonely
We decide that we do
Well now we might be speaking English
But what does that mean
And can you honestly tell me
What color is blue
Well you could try an explanation
Or try to wonder why
But when I'm lost in your driveway
All I really can do is try

And if it's a sin
No place on earth will I ever fit in
And I don't mind
I've looked and searched her over countless times
And I'll do it again
Someday I may finally want to stay
Someday I pray I just may
As I make my way
As I make my way
As I make my way....

Business As Usual Live
Words by J. Popper
Music by B. Hill and C. Kinchla


Sue him now and I'll tell you how
He's gonna milk like a cow
And if you want to fill a bucket
Simple as pie if you care to try
Just look him in the eye like you're high
And you want to die to cry
Fuck it
He's stuck it
Where its ripe and I can pluck it
And it's a jewel
And it's cool
And hell I ain't no fool to school the rule

Business as usual
System never fails
Everybody's constitutional
Bargain back room sale

Bought and sold don't you catch a cold
It's going around I'm told
And it's survival of the healthy
Early to rise gonna win a prize
It's the other guys who realize
Their demises' size will fantasize
I'm stealthy I'll be wealthy
But they deny with a lie
As they try to sigh their sly good-bye
To like it or lump it
And if it's back is turned
Then jump it so pump it out

Business as usual
System never fails
Everybody's constitutional
Bargain back room sale

Like it or lump it
And if it's back is turned
Then jump it or bump it or pump it
Have your tea and crumpet
On a stump it
Doesn't matter to me you see
If I can let it be then I'm free
In the sea of my destiny
And that's key for me
You know chi for me
And if rivalry is chivalry then c'est la vie
Or c'est la guerre
Let the buyer beware the fare
And if you dare to bare the air to care
Then something is there
But if its bought or leased
Let it be deceased
With the beast released
Then the palm is greased
And we can gather for the feast

Business as usual
System never fails
Everybody's constitutional
Bargain back room sale

Business as usual
System never fails
Everybody's constitutional
Bargain back room sale

Diner*
Words and Music by R. Sheehan


Seven a.m. welcomes in the next morning
Here again
Early to bed when must I rise
If given no reason I don't care to try
Seasons turn from cold to bare
So how come I still want to care

Somewhere she works in a diner
I'd like to go there an order a meal

But she's hard in my heart
You know you're hard in my heart
Yeah you're hard in my heart
Do you know how I feel

There's a road that's long and scary
Where she lives her life of plenty
I'm driving home and I wish it was on the way
But the map I have leaves out that highway

Somewhere she works in a diner
I'd like to go there an order a meal

But she's hard in my heart
You know you're hard in my heart
Yeah you're hard in my heart
Do you know how I feel

All in all
I know she won't fall
Time will come once again
When our paths will meet my friend
I will greet you with a smile
And see you've reached a place worthwhile

Somewhere she works in a diner
I'd like to go there an order a meal

But she's hard in my heart
You know you're hard in my heart
Yeah you're hard in my heart
Yeah you're hard in my heart
Yeah you're hard in my heart
Do you know how I feel

Back In The Day
Music: Chan Kinchla
Lyrics: John Popper


It's been a while since I've left home but I'm coming on back today
Kinda funny but I picture it only exactly as it was back in the day
Sure enough when the train pulls in there's so little that I recognize
Is it the scenery or my selective memory or just a simple fact that I gotta realize

My friends have gone and their lives have moved on and I guess that's just the way it is
If this town has grown beyond my home I guess it all comes down to this

I close my eyes and feel like it was back in the day
But those times have long been through
The dying of the light is gone but it's back in the day
Like a wish that comes half true

There was a time when it was easy to find a hangout that you knew was yours by name
And mine or not I could find the same spot but it's never gonna be the same
I've been away and I've seen too much, looks like I've been moving on as well
And when I started to not really belong I suppose I was unable to tell

But I ain't sad and no it isn't bad it's just one more thing that I'm coming to know
If you're alive you didn't finish the ride
No telling where it's gonna go

I close my eyes and feel like it was back in the day
But those times have long been through
The dying of the light is gone but it's back in the day
Like a wish that comes half true

It's been a while since I left home but I'm coming on back today
Kinda funny but I picture it only exactly as it was back in the day

I close my eyes and feel like it was back in the day
But those times have long been through
The dying of the light is gone but it's back in the day
Like a wish that comes half true

I close my eyes and feel like it was back in the day
But those times have long been through
The dying of the light is gone but it's back in the day
Like a wish that comes half true

Girl Inside My Head
Music: Tad Kinchla
Lyrics: John Popper/Tad Kinchla


When all is said and done
I wish I needed no one
Never was up to me
Just something in her way that sets me free
It seems so easy

And yeah I try to pay attention
But there's only four things running through my mind

How hard will it be if she is nice to me?
How bad will it get if I let her get to know me?
Should she see the willing dog or should I be a jungle cat?
And most of all, my god, how does she make her eyes do that?
And I don't need another girl inside my head
Girl inside my head

"Johnny, be brave." I say inside
As I won't take a bite from the apple that she gave me
But that's not what I'm after
Still all along, my mother's voice singing "Treat her like a lady"
And yeah I try to pay attention
But there's only four things running through my mind

How hard will it be if she is nice to me?
How bad will it get if I let her get to know me?
Should she see the willing dog or should I be a jungle cat?
And most of all, my god, how does she make her eyes do that?
And I don't need another girl inside my head
Girl inside my head

I'm not the only one to write her letters
It doesn't matter anyhow
The question isn't if but...

How hard will it be if she is nice to me?
How bad will it get if I let her get to know me?
Should she see the willing dog or should I be a jungle cat?
And most of all, my god, how does she make her eyes do that?

How hard will it be if she is nice to me?
How bad will it get if I let her get to know me?
Should she see the willing dog or should I be a jungle cat?
And most of all, my god, how does she make her eyes do that?
And I don't need another girl inside my head
Girl inside my head

Rage
Music: Chan Kinchla
Lyrics: John Popper


When the fire
In your belly ain't been shrinking
And there's nothing
Laying around that you could be drinking
Take no mind
As that stranger tries to pass you
Is he blind?
Or couldn't he clearly see the train?
Couldn't he feel the bloody stain?
Not that I'm one to complain
Why do we chaw upon the pain?

It's just the rage
Just the rage
Just rage
Rage

Close my eyes
Pull me in and take my tongue
Taste the lies
That dance around us and we're among
Break your heart
Run out now and tear it up
Then you can start
To give that inner brat a hug
Till the dickhead pulls the rug
Take the fall from high above
No details to what you love

It's just the rage
Just the rage
Just rage
Rage

Calls a masterpiece
"Come and paint me, here I am"
And it's my disease
That I am raging all the time
Fought for reason, fought for rhyme
Then I'm walking up the line
The voice it calls
I must abide
Bound for glory on the other side

It's just the rage
Just rage
Just rage
Rage

Just rage
Just rage
Just rage
Just rage
Just rage
Rage
Rage
Rage

Just For Me
Music/Lyrics: John Popper


Just another one, four, five about as cute as can be,
And danceable but I don't really care
I was just glad I'm alive and I had nothing else to do
And besides, the beat was already there

Oh, that's right, no it wasn't me, I didn't do it
Say what you will but you can't blame a thing on me
And really even if you could I said I couldn't care less
Not now, not today, this morning you got me feeling free

Yeah, just me
This one's, this one's just for me
Yeah, yeah, just me
Oh, some things, some things are just for me

I swear to God I took a walk and it occurred to me while I was outside
That if I was looking for a miracle I might do well to look up to the sky
The dawn bringing open the day you'd say that it was blinding me
But still I had to stop right there and wonder why
Now, I know for certain, cause I've been around
That the sun shines every day, even though you might not get to see
No matter who, no matter where, no matter weather permitting
The miracle is that sometimes it can burn just for you

Or just me
Oh, this one's burning just for me
Yeah, yeah, yeah me
Oh, some things, some things are just for me

I wrote the editor for some news print shots
But he just sent me some old forget-me-nots
And this ain't Vegas but I've played the slots
So I figure on dropping one coin in
And some old Seminole yelled look out below
You know long ago they wouldn't let him go
But now they're laying low in Idaho
And so Geronimo, finally he gets to win

Or lose, who cares about the news
We all live and schmooze, as we choose
The effort's always in the details
I've put in my time
I bump and grind and rise and shine
I whine and whine and pine and ache like everybody else

Yeah, me
Oh, this one's, this one's just for me
Yeah, yeah, yeah me
Oh, some things, some things are just for me

Yeah, yeah, yeah me
Oh, this one's, this one's just for me
Yeah, me
Oh, some things, some things are just for me

Just another one, four, five about as cute as can be
And danceable but I don't really care

You Reach Me
Music: Tad Kinchla
Lyrics: John Popper


Moonlight's in her eyes and I can't see three feet in front of me
And its the middle of the day

Herculean tasks they come and go so easily
When her rods and her cones play

White bluely bathed in Elysian fields they run
And I don't care what time it is
I'd throw my watch away if I could hold the lunar surface
With the flicker of light that she witnesses

And if I'm reaching you
Don't you feel guilty
And there's nothing to do
And you can only help me
And I may never learn
But you can only teach me
I'm not sure where you're trying to go
All I'm saying is that you reach me

Some see the forest for the trees to avoid the trouble
Trouble might be what I'm looking for
Or surely I'd about-face and on the double
But it just doesn't work anymore

No longer up to me a compass leads the way
Restless evening spirit unwilling to cease
Responsible for what the Ouija board might say
Although it's my finger that moves the piece

And if I'm reaching you
Don't you feel guilty
And there's nothing to do
And you could only help me
And I may never learn
But you can only teach me
I'm not sure where you're trying to go
All I'm saying is that you reach me

I lash myself at the helm as my ship sails her reef
A violent storm is all around me
But before me only calm and welcome waters
As if at last she finally found me
Yeah yeah yeah yeah
And if I'm reaching you
Now don't you feel guilty
And there's nothing to do
And you could only help me
And I may never learn
But you can only teach me
I'm not sure where you're trying to go
All I'm saying is that you reach me

And I may never learn
But you can only teach me
I'm not sure where you're trying to go
All I'm saying is that you reach me

The wind chimes and you're mine a thousand times
Until my rhymes and other crimes have aged like wine
You are sublime, so fine
You reach me
You reach me

All Hands
Music: Brendan Hill
Lyrics: John Popper


Every time the water breaks and soaks me to the bone
I remember what I left behind by sailing off alone
Pitch and yaw through hurricane, my position is unknown
And the bell rings seven times

Salted brine, I drink it down and breathe it through my nose
No sign of land but I hang on and do my best to close
But the swirling tidal undertow keeps pulling me below
And the bell rings seven times

All hands left on deck

An icy rest is waiting at the bottom of the sea
She's tried her best to take me as I struggle to get free
But while I have a breath to breathe, she isn't taking me
And the bell rings seven times

All hands left on deck

No hope of rescue
No hope of dry ground
The siren calls all souls on board
To follow her down

Swirling silently beneath the noise and light up there
Push past the frozen arms and legs, ignore the lifeless stare
I grab a line that pulls me up for a precious gasp of air
And the bell rings seven times

All hands left on deck