COUNT THE WAYS Words and music © 2008 Desmond Grundy (SOCAN Count The Ways I, got a light Makes me feel alright Now, I can count All the colours in the night I pick you up at the subway Every day you fake me out I fill your cup every Monday Count the ways I hold you up Count the ways You charge my cell I pierce my tongue We split the bill Count the ways you're hearing this right Count the ways you're my heat and my light Count the ways You turn. Count the ways You turn. She holds my hand past the watchman Every day he looks up her name She closed my eyes to indifference Count the ways I showed her the same Count the ways I make her tell Make her cry Til I say I'm wrong Count the ways you're hearing this right Count the ways you're my heat and my light Count the ways You turn. Count the ways You turn. I got a light Makes me feel alright

DROP THE GLOVES Words and music © 2008 Desmond Grundy (SOCAN) Dropping the gloves gets you two in the box Gets you five in the can and ten in the hole Dropping the gloves, it ain't for kids Like biting dogs, gettin' our licks in. Dropping the gloves I'm dropping the gloves in front of you Dropping the gloves You gotta' drop 'em in front of me too Dropping the gloves, it's a job to do Gives the team a break, the fans love it too Dropping the gloves, the temporary fix When the action's slow, and we're out of tricks Takin' the hits, Lefts, rights and head shots too Audience pays To see more plays, but first I've got to settle with you Dropping the gloves, leaves me bashed and bruised Whether we win or whether we lose Dropping the gloves gets me interviewed When I leave home ice I never get booed Dropping the gloves Gettin' our licks in like fighting dogs It ain't for kids Gimme a fix Droppin' the gloves What you gonna do

HOLDING THAT LINE Words and music © 2007 Desmond Grundy (SOCAN) I travel up the road dreaming 'bout my girl or your girl We watch a lotta' people, goin', round, the bend That gets me thinking 'bout the one that looked away she asked me to stay, held the car door open and nodded that way I'm ridin' with an angel. Sometimes I play Jesus He's got a new song, says we're all like rings of smoke That gets me thinkin' was he singing about me recording by the sea, as he toured the same hits endlsessly G7 Holding that line. Humming that tune. Put the road behind. Holding that line, any catch is fine in the end. Stayin' on the road, keepin' that white line beside me Learnin' how to drive through every single name for rain That gets me thinkin', 'bout the emptiness between the hook and the dream, fish out of water and clear blue sky I remember, travelling in time Future passing's not a straight line To be a borderline, casualty of war in my own mind I went lookin' for a love there among a wreck of souls That got me thinkin', just when I fell asleep My head against the wheel, Her face in my dream, until around the next bend (I remember, ooh aah...)

NOT ME NYT Words and music © 2008 Desmond Grundy (SOCAN) I wanna be black, like Black Elk I wanna be black, like Henry Louis Gates Jr. And write for the New York Times And hold my head high as long as I can I wanna be the red man in the black and white film I wanna be the only guy who speaks a different language And write for the New York Times And hold my head high as long as they let me Not to be the hero I don't want to be the Nero I'm not up for Shakespeare I haven't the mind No Francis Bacon By invitro fertilization Sign me in absent Absent without a name I'd like to be called Danny like in that Irish song I'd like to be a farmer but I'd have to start life over and over I'll write for the New York Times And hold my tounge if I have something to say Not to be the hero I don't want to be the Nero Sign me in absent Absent without a name I want to hit the road again, with my girl and my dog I want to beat the Bushes, until I come out in the open Then I'll quit the New York Times And stick out my tounge as far as I can

BEEN THERE Words and music © 2008 Desmond Grundy (SOCAN) Been There. Did. Gonna go back So I can say I been there again Turn the page Watch the wind blow Since you been gone I been on my own on the inside Since you been gone I been outside in Side show Watch As the star shines she wipes her nose WIth her left hand She makes the sky fall Since she's been gone I can work til dawn on my inside Since she' been gone I been outside in Darkness Dare To ride the snake she makes a warning sign In the moonlight I can read her mind. Since I been gone it's a longer way home to the inside Since I been gone I been outside in And not alone Sorry Did I hurt your feelings but I wouldn't do it again Let's turn the page Till we're Till we're outside Since I been gone it's a longer way home to the inside Since I been gone I been outside in And not alone Not alone, not alone

FOOD CHAIN Words and music © 2008 Desmond Grundy (SOCAN) I'm the last one in the food chain Counting my blessings watching weight gain I got too much, but never enough of the good thing I'm the lose gear in the drive chain Cashing my chits on the night train Going so fast, I'm losing touch with the good thing You can say whatever you want about me You can say whatever you want to say You can say whatever you want to say But I might say the same about you There's a burnning torch on the hillside Supposed to light up what's on the dark side But when I wake up, all I see is the bright side There's some things that I'm never going to need Some ways you want me to be Without these is it true there's no chance of the good thing? You can say whatever you want about me You can say whatever you want to say You can say whatever you want to say But I might say the same about you Take me down to the ocean Take me down to the sea Put me back in the ocean DNA played a trick on me

Break Out. Open up your in between Look out from under the heat of your machine Off the prarie roads there's a pile of broken dreams An equation of spaces in a field of circles Slip out from the party unseen and keep on going Don't stop til you make it to the coast of all your pain If that brain inside were to be put into your pocket You'd enjoy your first steps outside the rocket Freedom You slept with every bad thought that ever wore a dress Helped yourself to too much and now you won't confess It pays to think and try but not to think and think There's help for a world like yours, when you get to, the brink Freedom It comes from you. It runs from you It runs from you. It hunts for you. Break Out. Open up your in between Look out from under the heat of your machine Off the prarie roads there's a pie of broken dreams An equation of spaces in a field of purpose

IN THE DAYLIGHT Words and music ©2008 Desmond Grundy (SOCAN) In the daylight Things will look different In the daylight You could be better This is the way the moon spins around In one direction round and round Turn it away to shine the road you are going Go all the way if your time is slowing This is the way the sun stands still Everything flows in one direction Turn it around to the way you are going Follow the sun, or go the long way around In the daylight Things will look different In the daylight You could be better No is the sound of a gigantic cloud Telling you how bad it is real loud Telling you to turn around from the way you are going To be yourself only when you're not really flowing Yes is the noise of everything else Shouting you out of your bed Turning you around to the way you are going Telling you what when you have no way of knowing In the daylight Things will look different In the daylight You could be better

IN A RIVER Words and music © 2005 Desmond Grundy (SOCAN) My ambition's gone fishing, Don't know where I stand In a river, Or up on dry land Them fish ain't a bitin, Like they use to do Is it me, Or is it you? There's a whitecap in the river, That's spelling my name In its teeth, Are my past lives and dreams Those traps we were setting, Got all swept away As the wave broke, I heard you say You're not my darlin You're only prince charmin on parole I stood there chillin, It was true but she knew I had no regrets (You see) My ambition is ditching, The only other life That I knew, That I know But time-to-time I'm alone in this mud in a river that flows My solution is to wade out In the water beyond where I should go, Every day Then come back, bring you faith so you will understand. There's nothin more we can say I wasn't the father, I was only the lover on the beach (that day) It was the wrong thing to say, She packed her bag, shook off the sand then she left (You see) My ambition is ditching, The only other life That I knew, That I know But time to time I'm alone in this mud and this river still flows

LONG WAY DOWN words and music © 2007 Desmond Grundy (SOCAN) There's a storm outside and its serious More than you need to know It's a long way through mysterious To get where you have to go Its a long way down, long way down, long way down... To where you're going back home Its a long way down, long way down, long way down... To where you're feelings don't show This is weather I know. It's a going concern. If you know how to go. Get out and not get burned. I followed the tracks along the spiral arm Its been a longlong time since I been gone Now I'm paying to stay paying with my life to sty If you're feeling that low You're feet are so cold And your just about to go Only your face must show Its a long way down, long way down, long way down to where you're going back home Its a long way down, long way down, long way down To where you're feelings don't show It's a long way down. Feelings don't show. Long way down... Feelings don't show.

I HAD A CHANCE words and music © 2006 Desmond Grundy (SOCAN) I never went sailing across the ocean I never went biking up the alps Never broke a window that I ever replaced I never paid a dime for a nickel bag I had a chance encounter but she said she couldn't wait I followed her sign but my map was out of date Traveler, you got to have the patience Traveler, you got to have the freedom to pick your way And there's a million Gonna leave a million in your wake and your way I always went fishing without any bait I took a straw hat just in case of the sun Sometimes I slept in a castle or shack I was in my own way 'til I fell out of place I had a chance encounter but it happend very late She was transparent. I was opaque. Traveler, you got to have the patience Traveler, you got to have the freedom to pick your way And there's a million Gonna leave a million in your wake and your way I wrote a brief synopsis of my time alive to date I can choose from many endings, but I'm inclined to wait I had a chance encounter ended quick with a kiss The way to say good-bye was all that I missed. Traveler, you got to have the patience Traveler, you got to have the freedom to pick your way And there's a million Gonna leave a million in your wake and your way

THE OTHER WAY words and music ©2005 Desmond Grundy (SOCAN) Sitting cross the street Making love to no one A woman said my name And I looked the other way The Other Way Didn't hold my tounge When time blew in my ear All your love is wasted I looked the other way The Other Way You always thought you'd be the one Who would show me the way Theres a way clear on a windy day For you and me the other way Making up the first step A walk across the water Sense no one is listening And look the other way Didn't hold my tounge When the time blew in my ear All our love is sacred I looked the other way The Other Way You always thought you'd be the one Who would blow me away Theres a way clear on a windy day For you and me the other way

THERE'S SO MANY words and music ©2008 Desmond Grundy (SOCAN) There's so many, that will tell you You're not the only one playing in their game Line up and be counted, there's so many Only players win they get the numbers Leaning on the shoulder of the one next in line Feeling kind of broken like a burned out house The weather moving in's got a scrambled edge Running down the side of my Holy Grail Giving me the sign There's so many, that will show you You're not the only one gazing on these stars Look up and start counting, there's so many Horses faces all painted by numbers Leaning on the shoulder of the party line Feeling kind of wiser like a dug out hole The sun is coming out of a cloud above the rain Falling from my pocket onto the road Spreading light around I get my thrills watching for spills on tvs Some wipe up fast, some get wiped out for good. I make up my fills, listening to Pills by the Dolls Lead me astray, to a plane at the balcony door Leaning on a shoulder by a twisted pole Having eggs for breakfast feeling better now Cattle roam for miles and I can build a fence The wind's moving in to blow the sky along Picking up this song [and all those holy grails] I get my grails, by the pound at the shop in my brain I cut out the jewels and make'em into some kind of tea It's my only job to keep getting picked for the team So I can have a number and trade for a bigger tv. intro end on Gm There's so many, that will tell you You're not the only one playing in their game Line up and be counted, there's so many Only players win they get the numbers Leaning on the shoulder of the guy down the line Feeling kind of broken like a burned out house Weather's moving in it's got a scrambled edge Running down the side of my Holy Grail Giving me the sign There's so many, that will show you You're not the only one gazing on these stars Look up and start counting, there's so many Horses faces all painted by numbers Leaning on the shoulder of the party line Feeling kind of wiser like a dug out hole The sun is coming out of a cloud above the rain Falling from my pocket onto the road Spreading light around I get my thrills watching for spills on tvs Some wipe up fast, some get wiped out for good. I make up my fills, listening to Pills by the Dolls Lead me astray, to a plane at the balcony door Leaning on a shoulder by a twisted pole Having eggs for breakfast feeling better now Cattle roam for miles and I can build a fence The wind's moving in to blow the sky along Picking up this song [and all those holy grails] I get my grails, by the pound at the shop in my brain I cut out the jewels and make'em into some kind of tea It's my only job to keep getting picked for the team So I can have a number and trade for a bigger tv. intro end on Gm

RED STATE words and music ©2005 Desmond Grundy (SOCAN) Stuck in a red state in a blue state of mind Got a lot of privilege but none of my kind seem to know: it's a sad state. Left in one state in a two state of mind Got a sense that nothing's right all of the time Don't you know: it's a bad state. There's a lot of treasure being buried in the sand Other mother's children --bomber's belt in hand Empty broken wells and once beloved eyes The one's that saw the crimes there covered up with lies Now there's pieces (movies) on conveyors shipping in little cardboard boxes So the packaging can blow onto other people's gardens. It's the medium... not the message.. that's scarin' you Stuck in a red state in a blue state of mind x2 end on break1 Bleeding from one hand, Shooting with the other Your manifest destiny's got you by the collar And you're armed: and dangerous There's a lot of treasure being buried in the sand Other mother's children --recruiter men in vans Empty cartridge shells and once beloved eyes The ones that shot the crimes their with charge-coupled eyes