Lyrics

Call Me Baby                                 Sam Frazier

Maybe you could catch a little matinee

When I’m not around

You can call me, baby

On the way out of town

 

Well, well I make a little money almost everyday

But you treat me like a clown

You can call me, honey

On the way out of town

 

You can call me baby if you want to

Honey, if that’s your style

You can call me “Sweet Dick Didgeridoo”

You can call me anything, just wait another mile

 

Maybe you could take a little holiday

And do something ‘bout that frown

You can call me, baby

On the way out of town

 

You can call me baby if you want to

Honey, if that’s your style

You can call me “Sweet Dick Didgeridoo”

You can call me anything, just wait another mile

 

Maybe you could take a little holiday

And do something ‘bout that frown

You can call me, baby, anyway

You can call me, baby, what you say?

You can call me, baby

On the way out of town

 

Clank of Romance                         Sam Frazier, Pat Lawrence

It feels good, it feels fine

And you’re smiling half the time

And I’m thinking that maybe that’s enough

We should get on with it, and fall in love

 

You might make me laugh, and that’s alright

You’ll make me cry for sure

There’s more than just a chance that you’ll get lazy

When it comes around, that long dark night

When we need some kind of cure

And that clank of romance makes us both go crazy

 

Hold me close, hold me tight

Let’s forget about that stupid little fight

Are you thinking that maybe it makes sense

To get on with it, and get off the fence

 

You might make me laugh, and that’s alright

You’ll make me cry for sure

There’s more than just a chance that you’ll get lazy

When it comes around, that long dark night

When we need some kind of cure

And that clank of romance makes us both go crazy

 

Oh, on the one hand there’s you

On the other hand, me

What else can we do

But try and live between ‘em?

 

You might make me laugh, and that’s alright

You’ll make me cry for sure

There’s more than just a chance that you’ll get lazy

When it comes around, that long dark night

When we need some kind of cure

And that clank of romance makes us both go crazy

That clank of romance makes us both go crazy

That clank of romance makes us both go crazy

 

Anything For You                         Sam Frazier

I’ll do anything for you

Except the things that I won’t do

Now, there’s only one or two anyway

Yeah, there’s only a couple few

Things that I won’t do

Except for, maybe, you, someday

 

And everywhere I go

Even high or low

I just want you to know that everyday

I’m gonna miss you so

Everywhere I go

Except for, maybe, California

 

Anything for you, anything for you

Anything for you, all the way

And everywhere I go, I’m gonna miss you so

Except for, maybe, California

 

And all the time we spend

Beginning, middle, end

I’ll always be your friend, all the way

Whatever’s ‘round the bend

We’ll face it with a grin

Except for, maybe, later on today

 

Anything for you, anything for you

Anything for you, all the way

And all the time we spend, I’ll always be your friend

Except for, maybe, later on today

 

I’ll do anything for you

Except the thing that I won’t do

Now, there’s one thing I won’t do, no way

Yeah, there’s one thing I won’t do

I’ll never, never do

And that’s the thing I did for you yesterday

 

Anything for you, anything for you

Anything for you, all the way

There’s one thing I won’t do, I’ll never, never do

And that’s the thing I did for you yesterday

Anything for you, anything for you

Anything for you, all the way

And everywhere I go, I’m gonna miss you so

Except for, maybe, California

 

Shadow                              Sam Frazier

Are those sirens just for show?

I smell something burning

When you promised you were mine

Were you just talking tough?

It’s too late to lock the door

When the knobs already turning

And I need a place to hide

Is your shadow long enough?

 

Don’t drop a dime on me

Like you did before

What will you decide

When the times get tough

And they start to search and seize

And you’re face down on the floor

And I need a place to hide

Is your shadow long enough?

 

Oh, I need a place to hide

Is your shadow long enough?

 

Slow down, sweetheart

Take a deep breath

Lie a little lie

Remember you’re in love

Maybe it’s a brand new start

Maybe it’s the kiss of death

I need a place to hide

Is your shadow long enough?

I need a place to hide

Is your shadow long enough?

Is your shadow long enough?

Is your shadow long enough?

Is your shadow long enough?

 

Like It Or Not                  Sam Frazier

I once loved a girl who didn’t love me

I couldn’t believe it was true

I lived in her world, and there I’d still be

No matter what she wouldn’t do

We’d laugh and cry, she and I

Would sing a song or two

I once loved a girl who didn’t love me

She kind of reminds me of you

 

I once had a house that wasn’t a home

This was abundantly clear

I’d often announce, “It’s time to roam

Let’s have one more last beer.”

No one’s surprised, they know that I

Will always be far or near

I once had a house that wasn’t a home

It kind of reminds me of here

 

I once had a dream on this very spot

Reminded me of a joke

From whisper to scream, like it or not

Everything went up in smoke

All hellos, goodbyes, for you and I

And all that ended up broke

I just had a dream that I forgot

The moment I awoke

 

I just had a dream that I loved a girl

Who didn’t love me, it’s true

It kind of reminds me of you

 

Core                                    Sam Frazier

Hear, hear, You’re in the clear

The next beer or two are on some fool you probably met the night before

The way he’ll weave and bob

You’ll start to believe it’s a full time job

Keeping tabs on who comes through the door

 

She don’t cry the way he cries

With a tear and a lie in the corner of his eye

When they’re side by side they’re harder to ignore

But she’ll grieve all the way down to her core

 

Pass the time, kill the time

But don’t ask me the time like I’m some kind of small talk drool in a puddle on the floor

I don’t weave and I don’t bob

And I don’t believe it’s a full time job

Keeping this stool between you and the door

 

Oh, you’re spending time you never really had

Just to use up more of hers

And when she finds out what you use it for

She’ll grieve all the way down to her core

 

She don’t cry the way you cry

With a tear and lie side by side

In the same corner of you’re eye they were hiding in before

All the way down to your core

All the way down to your core

All the way down to your core

And you’ll grieve

 

Whistle                                Sam Frazier

All aboard that train of thought of hers

Only hers

If it slows down enough so she can find the words

Only words

 

And you’re hoping they’ll drown

So you leave the window open and swim in the sound

And it’s alright

When the squeal rolls in ‘round about midnight

 

And the whistle blows

The whistle blows

You must be a stranger if you really don’t know

Even with the window closed

The whistle blows

The whistle blows

 

You can’t afford that grain of salt of yours

Only yours

It won’t help anybody taste the words

Only words

 

And you’re hoping they’ll drown

So you leave the window open and swim in the sound

And it’s alright

When the squeal rolls in ‘round about midnight

 

And the whistle blows

The whistle blows

You must be a stranger if you really don’t know

Even with the window closed

The whistle blows

The whistle blows

 

Hole In Your Pocket                            Sam Frazier

All this consternation, always this knotted brow

What’re you carrying around in you heart?

All the conversation leading up to now

Turns words to random sounds drifting apart

And locked inside your frown

Unless you write ‘em all down

There’s a hole in your heart and your soul

Till you start to unlock it

And put a hole in your heart and your soul

In a hole in your pocket

 

Join the celebration, bring the new year in with a shout

And barely a whisper, without a doubt, when you start

To take that old year out

And some kind of auld lang syne

Leaves a hole in your heart and your soul

Till you start to unlock it

And put a hole in your heart and your soul

In a hole in your pocket

And put a hole in your heart and your soul

In a hole in your pocket

And put a hole in your heart and your soul

In a hole in your pocket

 

Diary                          Sam Frazier

When you daily up your diary

And you write yourself another letter

It’s just a little liberty you’ll be taking

 

When you read about a shady tree

And a breezy sunny day, whatever

When the only shade you could see needed raking

 

And the breeze was trying to tell entropy to hurry up

 

‘Cause leaf by leaf

Don’t you try and make it come out better?

When you daily up your diary after waking

 

In nightmare wrinkled, sweat stained sheets

Do you lemon-dip the damp dog weather

And toss ‘em over me

And get on up

 

Get on up

 

Maybe you should go back to sleep

And wait until you’re feeling better

Don’t daily up your diary when your hand’s still shaking

 

‘Cause it’s hard enough to read

Knowing I’m the one who’ll be breaking

Your heart again, eventually

 

Night Light                       Sam Frazier

Sweet dreams sour without any warning

But I swear by the salt of the sand-man’s tears

The night light stays on till the morning comes

 

And if the worm starts wriggling ‘cause the apple turned rotten

And changed into a bee bumbling ‘round your ear

Soon you’ll be giggling ‘cause you’ll have forgotten

How they knocked you out the tree, and you ended up here

 

From the bedtime hour to the morning glow

There ain’t nothing to fear

Sweet dreams sour, but they come and go

Like the sand-man’s tear

And the song that he hums

The night light, the night light stays on till the morning comes

The night light, the night light stays on till the morning comes

The night light, the night light stays on

 

 

 

Ghost Town                             Sam Frazier

It’s a sleight of hand

This much is certain

Pay attention to the man behind the curtain

 

Which agenda rules?

I’ll show you mine

Any nation of fools is a goldmine

 

Life is cheap this time around

I can’t sleep in this ghost town

 

Do you understand?

Is it getting clearer?

Pay attention to the man behind the mirror

 

Take no prisoners

Shed no tears

Just throw your party anywhere but here

 

Life is cheap this time around

I can’t sleep in this ghost town

I can’t sleep in this ghost town

I can’t sleep in this ghost town

I can’t sleep in this ghost town