Pretty Angry
Music/Lyrics: John Popper


I wish I drank tequila
I wish I stayed up late
But lately when the Sandman comes
You know I just can't wait
No, lately I can't wait

And we packed up all your boxes
It's all been hauled away
I never stare at walls so bare
'Cause something always stays
Yeah something of you stays

And I wanna shout from my guitar
Come out, come out wherever you are
The joke is over, open your eyes
A heart like yours, it never dies
And I found your keys behind your chair
I still can see you sitting there
This isn't funny; don't fool around
You let me go... you let me down

And I guess I'm still pretty angry
And I don't want to be
I don't know which was the bigger waste of time
Missing you or wishing, instead, it was me

I wish I walked on water
Pulling rabbits from my sleeve
Guessing cards and saving everyone
I wish I still believed
Oh I wish that I believed

That I could also channel voices
That I've endured the burning blade
That I could make some of your choices
I wish I weren't afraid
Of those choices that you've made


Like I could give you what you need
So ollie ollie oxen free
The game is up and I give in
So show yourself so that you can win
Come claim your prize and I don't care
I still can see you standing there
How could you leave, how could you lie?
You cut me off in mid-reply

Run all your races
And be what you're gonna be
And let some of us love you
And set thy anger free


And I guess I'm still pretty angry
And I don't want to be
I don't know which was the bigger waste of time
Missing you or wishing instead it was me


The will to win, the urge to race
I still can see it on your face
Thought I'd keep up but only crashed
I wasn't built to move that fast
Thought I could match you stride for stride
But I was on the other side
And holding onto the safety rail
With knuckles white, complexion pale
A cloud of dust and you were gone
Thought I would catch you later on
I limped behind, your race was won
But were you racing or on the run?
How you enjoyed, you loved to drive
And I'm destroyed... 'cause I'm alive

Run all your races
And be what you're gonna be
And let some of us love you
And set thy anger free

Control my contradictions
And allow that my labors thrive
And grant me please the answer
I don't know why I'm still...

In the beginning there was you and me
I would have brushed my world aside
Rather than say goodbye
I would have brushed my world aside
I don't know why I'm still...


And I guess I'm still pretty angry
And I don't want to be
I don't know which was the bigger waste of time
Missing you or wishing, instead, it was me

And I guess I'm still pretty angry
And I don't want to be
I don't know which was the bigger waste of time
Missing you...

The Way
Music/Lyrics: John Popper


Nobody told me it would be good
But I still wanted it to be
Do your homework like you should
Hoping something sets you free (What'll it be)
Afraid of ultimate decay
Never stopping but to rust
Eager to get it underway
Ashes to ashes and dust to dust (If you must)


And if you want to worship truth
And be it medicine, meditation or God or the evening news
Or a fairy tale I sing to you
And there's an answer when you pray
The way of things, there is a way
The way of things, there is a way
There is a way

By it you learn you will increase
A million ways to hear its voice
And you will finally feel aware
That you're a part of everywhere


You tell me God is dead
Well I say God always was
Life, death, living and dying all at the same time
You know, that's all it ever does
Could be God is our idea
And ideas never die
Created in its image
We seek its light from up on high (Give it a try)


And if you want to worship truth
And be it medicine, meditation or God or the evening news
Or a fairy tale I sing to you
And there's an answer when you pray
The way of things, there is a way
The way of things, there is a way
There is a way
The way of things, there is a way

By it you learn you will increase
A million ways to hear its voice
And you will finally feel aware
That you're a part of everywhere


I wanna try to play the way
That R2-D2 beeps and squeaks and tells you everything
You know there's so much else to say
The infinite eternal chase
The quenching of the thirst

And if you want to worship truth
Be it medicine, meditation or God or the evening news
Or a fairy tale I sing to you
There is an answer when you pray
The way of things, there is a way
The way of things, there is a way
There is a way
The way of things, there is a way

By it you learn you will increase
You will affect your own release
A million ways to hear its voice
And in the end you've got no choice
You will finally feel aware
That you're a part of everywhere
And there's an answer when you pray
The way of things, there is a way
There is a way
The way of things, there is a way...

You Lost Me There
Music: Chan Kinchla
Lyrics: John Popper


I've been hoping for some last stand
To bank everything on one heroic play
But when you're waiting for your big chance
I've come to learn that it don't go down that way
And I'm not talking about no free ride
I've stood by and I've watched them fade to dust
Its not for high ideals
'Cause you know I've tried
At some point I think everybody must

And you lost me there
What's the point of playing if you're trying to win
And I don't care
I can't get over and I can't get in

I wish that I could feel so free and wise
As to satisfy the justice that I crave
The sun will set again, the sun will rise
In the darkness I will have to try to be brave

And you lost me there
What's the point of playing if you're trying to win
And I don't care
I can't get over and I can't get in

In loving faith I know a time will come
When day and night, both you and I will see
If thats just a prayer, that thy will be done
Thats just the way I wanted it to be

And you lost me there
What's the point of playing if you're trying to win
And I don't care
I can't get over when I can't get in

Sadly A Fiction
Music: Chan Kinchla
Lyrics: John Popper


And when the day begins I need her to begin me
She's hell-for-leather when I let her see what's in me
It's so addicting there's no predicting what's she's going to do or say
By the gods that made her I can't persuade her but she'll do it for me anyway

She isn't real
No, I've never met her
Simply a hope, perchance to dream
Ah but still, I can't forget her
Hope springs eternal it would seem

Sadly a fiction my predilection for her arrival
She'll smile politely then only slightly to my would-be rival
There's no denying that I am dying for a chance to be her faith
It's almost tragic to hope for magic but still something in me waits

She isn't real
No, I've never met her
Simply a hope, perchance to dream
Oh, but still I can't forget her
Hope springs eternal it would seem

She isn't real
No, I've never met her
Simply a hope, perchance to dream
Ah but still, I can't forget her
Hope springs eternal it would seem

You're Burning Me
Music: Brendan Hill
Lyrics: John Popper


I'm looking for some kind of sign
My dream is made of gold
I tread upon with muddy feet
My fever leaves me cold
I'm stretched across a thousand miles
And there's nothing I can do
Useless machines without your word
And the ropes are burning through

Fire is flame
You're burning me
Passion is pain
You're burning me

The flickering illuminates
But I only see your face
Paradise to he who waits
But it doesn't know it's place
I stand beyond the bain of time
I'm strong against the sand
Trapped inside the hourglass
Turning over in your hands

Fire is flame
You're burning me
Passion is pain
You're burning me

I'm at your mercy, at your feet
It isn't good enough
Though I am burned, I don't retain the heat
Without the sunshine of your love
You maketh me of fire and flame
No engine is en route
There's no evil in the joy you bring
But there's torture all about

Fire is flame
You're burning me
Passion is pain
You're burning me

Decision Of The Skies
Music: John Popper
Lyrics: John Popper


When you're living in a series of atmospheres
You don't stand upon the world, but within it
And the faster that you move, the lighter you become
The further out you go, the better the view

And you wanna rise
So that you can last
Take it all in slowly
Real fast

The capsule goes at 17,000 miles an hour
To make the sky act like a pond
And if it should slow down
Then the mighty ship will sink
As if falling through the sea
And you wanna last

So you're destinationed for the outskirts
Thinks the answer lies beyond
But the slower that you go
The more substantial you become
Come to rest against the pure and solid center

And you wanna last
So that you might rise
Floating endlessly
From the decision of the skies
...the decision of the skies

The farthest you can go is right behind you
And the closest you can come is nowhere near
And it could make you wonder where
When you're discussing here or there
And do you really have to get going

When you're living, you're just a series of atmospheres
Whatever velocity you're in
And no matter how you move
You're going to become
You cannot end and there's no beginning

And nothing lasts
And only time really flies
And you're always free
From the decision of the skies
The decision of the skies

Mulling It Over
Music & Lyrics: Chan Kinchla & John Popper


I'm mulling it over
Thoughts at a grasp
You know I'm taking it in now
So much, so fast
I'm riding a feeling
Into deeper seas
I can't seem to fret now
It don't bother me

'Cause I'm mulling it over, yeah
Said I'm mulling it over
I said I'm mulling it over
I said I'm mulling it over

Oh, mulling it over...
I said I'm mulling it mulling it
Mulling it mulling it
Mulling it over mulling it over

Twinkle twinkle little star
Wish I could afford a guitar
Sing a song of sixpence, pocketful of rye
Wish it was more than crumbs I could buy

Meet forever after
Don't he dress real well
You know he's clutching his chest now
Or couldn't you tell
Desperate to score now
No matter how hard he tries
You know he's strung out on future
See it in his eyes

And I'm mulling it over
Said I'm mulling it over
I said I'm mulling it over
I said I'm mulling it over and over and over and over and over, yeah

Star Spangled Banner



(Performed as instrumental)

Pattern
Words: John Popper / Lyrics: Oteil Burbridge


I know that you think you're good for me
I know you think I'm good for you
But what I know and what I think you see
Is that there's nothing we can do
But you are like a drug to me
And I seem to feed your jones
And when I give in and I run to you
I get the guilt the addict owns

So here we are again
It's the same old place we've been
And I see no trouble coming
But I know trouble's on the way
Because I fell into the pattern
And in the pattern I will stay

The gambler has been running
Like his life was on the line
Couldn't have been the women
Or the wager or the wine
I remember thinking clearly
There but for the grace go I
But it occurred to me
The only grace I see
Is a little something in my eye

So here we are again
It's the same old place we've been
And I see no trouble coming
But I know trouble's on the way
Because I fell into the pattern
And in the pattern I will stay

I swear that I think I'm over you
I swear I'll never be
I swear I don't believe a word
That's coming out of me
I swore you were a fever once
I've sworn love north and south
I've sworn so much the soap is gone,
Dissolving in my mouth

So here we are again
It's the same old place we've been
And I see no trouble coming
But I know trouble's on the way
Because I fell into the pattern
And in the pattern I will stay

The Path (with RadioActive)



When the sun and the storm refuse to yield
Each celebrating powers that they wield
Their stubbornness and strength are revealed
And they combine to grow the crops in every field
And the partnership is sealed

I've come to realize they grow me too
And there isn't much about it either can do
When dreams that you chase after fall to you
While the love that you allow comes shining through
Creates a path of every hue

This path is narrow
Just wide enough to follow
I wonder where it will go
So I shall try
With my sharpest eye
To keep this rainbow in my view

Prepared is the way I see
Before me lies my destiny
It sprawls out to infinity
Should I choose to step upon
Always just believeable
In colors inconceivable
It forces me to see in full
What hope has now become
Oh what hope has now become

This path is narrow
Just wide enough to follow
I wonder where it will go
So I shall try
With my sharpest eye
To keep this rainbow in my view

And so I teeter
And so I sway
Eternally almost falling
I'm on my way
The path so fragile
The path forgives
But only he who seeks its color truly lives

This Path is narrow
Just wide enough to follow
I wonder where it will go
So I shall try
With my sharpest eye
To keep this rainbow in my view

The sun on the one hand
And the storm on the other
Only when I stand between do I become yet another...