Soulscript

Christopher Williams/ Thomas Bowden    

©2020 Soulscript / Nobody Big / ASCAP

  

She broke up with me on Facebook©, Cause I needed more of my space   

Now my heart is all a twitter and I’ve got text all over my face.   

Years ago this would never have happened wouldn’t be subject to this disgrace   

Telling the whole world ‘bout my business, Instead of telling me . . .   Face to Face   

Well I was tired of being a possession, and kept down in my place   

It’s good to be in the real, “real world,”  Cuz there’s only so much love in cyberspace   

Face to Face you’d see that I love you, up close, my eyes would show   

Face to Face you could feel my heart beating from my head down. . .     to my toes.   

Face to Face your lips could linger and I’d be wrapped ‘round your little finger   

   

Now what the hell is wrong with you? Your friends all can see it to, you’re too plugged in, too blind to see that you have got no time for me.   

Years ago this would never have happened, wouldn’t be subject to this disgrace   

Telling the whole world ‘bout my business instead of telling me . . .   Face to Face   

Now I LOL in the sunshine. And OMG life’s been great.   

We won’t be BFF any longer. And WTF happened to your grace.   

Face to Face you’d see that I love you, Up close, my eyes would show   

Face to Face you could feel my heart beating, from my head down. . .   to my toes.   

Face to Face your lips could linger and I’d be wrapped ‘round your little finger   

Now I LOL in the sunshine. And OMG life’s been great.   

We won’t be BFF any longer. And WTF happened to your grace.   

Living out a fantasy in a digital reality . . .  It’s time you told me.   

Face to Face

Christopher Williams/ Thomas Bowden   

©2020 Soulscript / Nobody Big / ASCAP

 

Late night gigs and piece-meal rigs, that’s how we get around.   

Peddlin’ tunes for peanuts.  Workin’ dives to check our sound.   

Tradin’ sleep for studio time.  Just to lay ‘em down.   

Friends and kin don’t understand, they think it’s just a phase.   

         There’s mouths to feed and bills to pay, so . . .  they . . .   tell . . .   me . . .   

                     Don’t quit your day job, you’re never gonna make it big.   

                      You know you’re only dreaming, for you it’s just a weekend gig.   

So keep your head on straight, keep your nose to the grind,   

You know this is where you belong.   

Don’t quit your day job!  You’re never gonna get it playing junk rock songs.”   

   

But this brand of rock is how we roll…  And we’ve come to save the day!   

So set ‘em up, we’ll knock ‘em down—We’ll blow you all away!   

We’ll burn your souls and tweak your minds.  And you’ll believe every word we say!   

And though crowds, they’ve come from miles around…   

And paid to watch us play; Reviews, they always start the same,   

          But, we know what you’re trying to say . . .   BUT !   

                      Don’t quit your day job, you’re never gonna make it big.   

                      You know you’re only dreaming, for you it’s just a weekend gig.   

So keep your head on straight, keep your nose to the grind,   

You know this is where you belong.   

Don’t quit your day job!  You’re never gonna get it playing junk rock songs.”   

   

Don’t quit your day job!  You’re never gonna get it playing junk rock . . .   

Don’t quit your day job, you’re never gonna make it big.   

                     You know you’re only dreaming, for you it’s just a weekend gig.   

So keep your head on straight and keep your nose to the grind,   

You know this is where you belong.   

Don’t quit your day job!  You’re never gonna get it!

Christopher Williams/ Thomas Bowden    

©2020 Soulscript / Nobody Big / ASCAP

 

Excuse me.  Pardon my intrusion.   Cause I really don’t mean to stare.   

Well I never meant to bother you.  So, I’ll just watch from over there   

Now I know you’re on your own and set to make it all alone   

But why do you weep and moan?   

You think you know it all cause your friends they tell ya so   

But hey you!   Little S.J.W.   You Mama’d not approve you know   

Tried it all on for size cause that’s what you think it takes to be alive   

Slow down, you better check yourself!  And you could use a little help.   

But I can’t find no reason for this misguided season   

Just leave obliged pretensions all behind.  Cause facts aren’t what you make ‘em   

And although you can’t shake ‘em, you’ll be fine.   

            But you can change your mind.  You can be the one you know you really are   

But, if you can change it . . .   Oh!    You can rearrange it   

Cause you know I know we know there’s something else   

You’ve been indoctrinated.  Now you think that you’re a star.   

But don’t let the fools control you.  Just remember who you are.   

You can still be revived.  You are not defective   

You can dodge the darkness and embrace the truth.  If you just change perspective   

But I can’t find no reason for this misguided season   

Don’t let some selfish struggle bring you down.   Cause life is what you make it.    

And I know you can take it . .   you’ll come around   

            You can change your mind.  You can be the one we know you really are   

But, if you can change it . . .   Oh!    You can rearrange it   

Cause you know I know we know there must be something else   

            You can change your mind.  You can be the one you know you really are   

If you can change it . . .   Oh!    You can rearrange it   

You can turn the corner and you’ll you fine and very soon the sun will be shining   

You can change your mind, you can change your mind, you can change your mind,   

You can change your mind, you can change your mind, you can change yo ur mind.

Christopher Williams/ Thomas Bowden     

©2020 Soulscript / Nobody Big / ASCAP

 

What's a boy supposed to do?    When all the raindrops all seem bigger than you   

What's a boy supposed to say?    When all the words have been used every way?   

     With so many stars lighting up the sky   

     Life will find a way beyond the Milky Way   

     So many stars, it just blows my mind   

          Resting my head on a raindrop   

          Like blades of grass taller than mountaintops   

          One small planet amongst the stars   

          Spinning away this life next to mars   

Now I'm feeling so small. . . Knowing that the earth is just spinning round   

I'm not feeling so tall. . . Watching a super moon up in the sky   

     Makes you wonder why we're here   

     Makes you question all your fears   

     Makes you ponder why we live and die  (Why do we live and die?)   

          Resting my head on a rain drop   

          Like blades of grass taller than mountaintops   

          One small planet amongst the stars   

          Spinning away this life called ours   

You're the center of my universe   

You're the reason it can be heard   

You make the stars move in my sky   

You are....      my reason why.   

         Resting my head on a rain drop   

          Like blades of grass taller than mountaintops   

          One small planet amongst the stars   

          Spinning around this orbit of ours   

          Resting my head on a raindrop   

          Blades of grass taller than mountaintops   

          One small planet amongst the stars   

          Spinning away this life next to mars

Christopher Williams/ Thomas Bowden      

©2020 Soulscript / Nobody Big / ASCAP

 

Interruptions. . . turn hours to days   

Interruptions. . .     in  so  many  ways.   

Interruptions  when  we're  on  the  phone. . .   

OOOO  "Call - waiting". . .     won't  leave  me  alone.   

                 Interruptions. . . .             they  go  on  for  days .   

                 Interruptions. . . .             in  so  many  ways.   

                 It  only  happens. . . .        when  I'm  with  you.                

                 They  get  me  down. . .    and  make  me. .  .     feel  blue.   

Interruptions. . .    background  noise . . .        

people talking. . .   I  can't  avoid . . .   

Interruptions. . .    a  knock  at  the  door . . .     

People wanting. . .   more . . .     more . . .    more. . .  more. . .   more!   

                 Interruptions. . . .             they  go  on  for  days .   

                 Interruptions. . . .             in  so  many  ways.   

                 It  only  happens. . . .        when  I'm  with  you.               

                 They  get  me  down. . .    and  make  me. .  .     feel  used.   

   

                    Interruptions. . . .             they  go  on  for  days .   

                 Interruptions. . . .             in  so  many  ways.   

                 It  only  happens. . . .        when  I'm  with  you.               

                 They  get  me  down. . .    and  make  me. .  .     feel  blue.   

Interruptions. . .   I  Don't  care. . .   Interruptions. . .   Really  Don't   care. . .    

Interruptions. . .   Really  Don't

Christopher Williams/ Thomas Bowden       

©2020 Soulscript / Nobody Big / ASCAP

 

I know you’re leaving, there’s no use to try to hide it.   We’ve been together for so long   

We just been too busy living and trying to get by.  Neither of us noticed what went wrong   

You got a new look and brand new hair and some French cut designer underwear   

You know that I could say, “I hope your Mama’s doing well”   

      But before you go, I need to know if you ever loved me then tell me so   

      And do me just one favor so I can make it on my own   

               Lie to me and say you love me, Lie to me and tell me you still care   

               Lie to me, and say you want me   

              Just let me hold you one more time while you’re lying there   

   

Some people are crazy, they don’t know how good they've got it,   

Daydreaming and singing someone else’s songs   

And I guess we’re lazy, there’s no will to find the passion   

Cause what’s wrong with me is what’s wrong with you,   

We could do better, but we won’t   

         Lie to me and say you love me, Lie to me and tell me you still care   

         Lie to me and say you love me   

         Just let me hold you one more time while you’re lying there   

And I guess that I could beg you to stay, but you’d just ignore me any way   

So what’s the point in just keep hanging on?  When only our lies keep feeling us strong   

    

Still lie to me and say you love me, Lie to me and tell me you still care   

Lie to me and say you want me.  Just let me hold you one more time while you lie to me   

And say you love me, Lie to me and tell me you still care   

Lie to me and say you want me.  Just let me hold you one more time

Christopher Williams/ Thomas Bowden        

©2020 Soulscript / Nobody Big / ASCAP

  

You’re never alone in your own head now. . .  an endless barrage of imagery   

No time to enjoy the fruits of labor.  That you feel obliged to give away for free   

You're scared to come out into the open.  But, then you’re afraid to be alone   

They’re stealing you name, your soul, your. . .  money !   

You panic just to have to pick up the phone !   

            But Everyday is easy. . .  and everything is fun   

            ‘Cause everybody’s right here under the gun   

            We’re feeling cool and breezy. . .  under never ending sun   

            Everybody’s right here under the gun   

   

Inside of you, the battle’s waging.  Societal pressure’s got you down   

But some of your wounds are self-inflicted. . .  anxieties and fears of missing out   

And just when you think it can’t get any harder. And it feels like you’re out of your mind,   

You realize you gotta take your hand off the trigger.  Gotta leave it all behind   

And then a friend steps in and puts their hand on your shoulder,   

Tells you, “not to worry, cause we’re all getting older.  Love is still the answer.”    

So now you’re getting bolder and you know you’ll be okay.   

            ‘Cause everyday is easy. . .  and everything is fun   

            ‘Cause everybody’s right here under the gun   

            We’re feeling cool and breezy. . .  under never ending sun   

            Everybody’s right here under the gun   

            But Everyday is easy. . .  and everything is fun   

            “Cause everybody’s right here under the gun.   

            We’re feeling cool and breezy. . .  under never ending sun   

            Everybody’s right here under the gun

Christopher Williams/ Thomas Bowden         

©2020 Soulscript / Nobody Big / ASCAP

 

Now I’ve been married for over ten years   

I had no wants and I had no fears.   

But I confess my soul just to free my mind   

Another woman’s name haunts me all the time.   

Sometimes I wake at night with my heart racing   

Sweat on my brow, I know she’s been chasing me.   

And other nights, I just pass the hours.   

Just trying remembering my life without her.   

       Oh Katrina, How you changed my world   

       You blew clean through town in just one day   

       And swept more than a city’s soul   

 It was a hot August night, in 2005,   

that the bottom appeared to fall out of the sky.   

Some ran for cover, some ran for higher ground   

But the smartest it seemed got the hell out of town   

Cause when she finally died down,  And the dawn came at last   

We all foolishly thought,  That the danger had past   

But then the levees were toppled, streets were now the domain   

Of that damned ol’ man river and his lady Pontchartrain   

               And all around it seemed was death and dying   

               Destruction, dirt, debris and children crying   

               Blue roof top rescues, martial law was all around   

               We’re told to help us keep the looting down   

     Oh Katrina, I know you don’t even know my name   

     So I’m not gonna take it personal,   

      cause it’s all just part of the game   

Now it’s many years later, and many lessons were gleaned   

Since that old Voo Doo priestess had baptized us clean   

And homes are rebuilt and our cities revived   

But we’ll never forget what it takes to survive.   

Sometimes I wake at night with my heart racing   

Sweat on my brow, I know She’s been chasing me.   

Other nights, I just pass the hours.   

Just trying to remember my life before her.   

      Oh Katrina, How you changed my world.  You blew through clean town in just one day   

      And swept more than a city’s soul.   

      Oh Katrina, I know you don’t even know my name   

       So I’m not gonna take it personal,   cause it’s all just part of the game

Christopher Williams/ Thomas Bowden          

©2020 Soulscript / Nobody Big / ASCAP

 

Trying to be like Jesus every day.  But I can’t make wine from water   

Ain’t raised none from the grave and though I’ve turned the other cheek   

I can’t roll the stone away. . .   Still, I’m trying to be like Jesus, every day.   

Every day seems to get more frantic.    

People rushing to and fro to get things done   

Now no one’s got the time to greet their neighbor.   

They’re all too busy lookin’ out for number one   

 That’s why I’m trying to be like Jesus every day.  But I can’t make wine from water   

Ain’t raised none from the grave and though I’ve turned the other cheek   

I can’t roll the stone away . . .   Still, I’m trying to be like Jesus, every day.   

And it’s been said it only takes a spark to get a fire going   

But it takes time and lots of focused energy   

And like fire, it’s love that we all need   

But since we’re low on starter   

There’s no reason that it couldn’t just be . . .   me   

So, I’m trying to be like Jesus every day.  But I can’t make wine from water   

Ain’t raised none from the grave and though I’ve turned the other cheek   

I can’t roll the stone away . . .   Still, I’m trying to be like Jesus, every day.   

But Lord, it’s hard to walk the road less traveled   

Temptation lies in waiting at each turn   

But, Lord, you never said it would be easy   

Seems that nothing’s worth as much, unless it’s earned   

 That’s why I’m trying to be like Jesus every day.  But I can’t make wine from water   

Ain’t raised none from the grave and though I’ve turned the other cheek   

I can’t roll the stone away . . .   Still, I’m trying to be like Jesus, every day.   

trying to be like Jesus . . .   trying to be like Jesus   

I’m trying to be like Jesus every day.

Christopher Williams/ Thomas Bowden           

©2020 Soulscript / Nobody Big / ASCAP 

 

I've seen some things in my life that I wish I could forget.   

I've seen so many faces on the edge of life's last breath.   

Many times I wonder just how random seems life's fate.   

Too many souls have left this world too soon for heaven's gates.   

Sometimes I turn and toss at night.  No comfort can I find   

Just never understanding what goes on in God's mind.   

Now it seems the days are darker and the air’s thick to breathe   

While Lords of war, they rule this world with famine and disease.   

When brother murders brother, there’s not one of us that’s safe.   

While children cry and walk the streets, it’s clear we’ve lost our faith.   

             We sacrifice our innocent and perpetrate our crimes   

             So how can we ever fathom what goes on in God’s mind   

I want a higher purpose and some meaning to be found   

So, I'm praying for an answer to help me see this now.   

And I just need one good reason to help me ease the pain   

                       And I promise no more questions, please don't let it be in vain.   

Now In my greatest hour of need, when all my will was drained   

Like a distant match light through the void, a still, small voice then came   

More felt than heard, still I knew the words.  Soothing comfort soon I knew.   

For my God was there as he’d always been.  And by faith he’d see me through   

For there is a higher purpose and there’s meaning you can find   

So it’s not for me to question what goes on in God’s mind  

Christopher Williams/ Thomas Bowden            

©2020 Soulscript / Nobody Big / ASCAP 

 

He was not the perfect father.   He was not the perfect man   

Always missed the mark on love, he should have been a better friend   

Though he tried the best he could, it would never be enough   

Behind every silver lining, storms flowing in   

      He spent countless lonely hours, peering out into the darkness   

      Over stale cups of coffee, before the birds would sing   

      And while his lonely family and friends, thought he was gently dreaming   

      Through the broken door behind him in the house he seemed to live   

            It was a near life experience   

            It always seemed that hope was just a little outside his grasp   

            A near life experience   

            A time when all the future seems to fade to the past   

He worked hard to make a living and keep food upon their table   

An honest day for honest dollar, but he gambled away   

Upon a dream, his life was wasted or at least other people say   

They closed the door behind him to the house where he seemed to live   

            It was a near life experience   

            It had all the makings of a “happy-ever-after”   

            A near life experience   

            When every opportunity is tempered with disaster   

All the folks that passed around him, they would often stop and ponder   

Just what happens to a man to bring him so far down?   

He was once an “up-and-comer,” with a wild and untamed wonder   

Now his eyes can’t hide defeat inside   

Every time he walks, his tattered ego scrapes the ground   

Then one night he awoke, a cold sweat drenched in fever   

Driven to the brink of reality, from a dream short lived   

While his other family members, never knowing, kept on sleeping   

He stole away in silence, never to return again   

            He had a new life experience   

            A view from top the mountaintop, he saw the promise land   

            A new life experience   

            He just closed the book on this life, took his future by the hand   

It was a near life experience   

            It always seemed that hope was just a little outside his grasp   

            A near life experience   

            A time when all of our future seems to fade into the past

Christopher Williams/ Thomas Bowden             

©2020 Soulscript / Nobody Big / ASCAP 

 

Two young kids falling in love, moonlight streaming down from above   

Holding hands by campfire light, only knew it just felt right   

Time goes by and soon they see.  Life is hard, but c’est la vie.   

Troubles come and troubles go, but they’ll get through together   

      Life goes on. . .    Life goes on.   

Through the passing of the years, those two have weathered many tears   

Kids are growing up too fast!  Lay offs, let downs, and the price of gas   

Somewhere out along the way, neither could recall the day   

They realized that they’d grown apart.  Their hurried lives devoured them.   

      Life goes on. . .    Move along.   

           And after spending time apart, hoping space would heal their hearts   

           He phoned her just to keep in touch.  See how she was, did she miss him much?   

“Life goes on” was all she said.  His fleeting hopes at last had fled   

Words she muttered times before, now meant, “I don’t need you any more!”   

   

Now I’m on my own, but I’m not alone.  Got faith and friends and the telephone.   

The simple life has its rewards; the future’s looking brighter.   

And she’s moved on with someone else, turned her back on her former self   

But the madness doesn’t melt away.  Be careful what you wish for.   

       Life goes on. . .    Life goes on.   

And even in our final hour, for those who know their higher power   

We’re comforted ‘til our last breath.  Things will soon be brighter   

       Life goes on. . .    Life goes on.