Innocent People
Click for mp3 I'm Really Living
(words and music by Bruce Lash)


I called you last night and left this message:
I'll be alright.
Baby, I'm really living.
I'm really living.
Since you been gone,
Baby, I'm really living.

Eight or nine drinks after supper,
Every night.
Baby, I'm really living
And all is forgiven.
Just look at me.
Baby, I'm really living.

All alone outside
A place we used to go.
Looking in I see
A broken man.
He looks like me.

In a foggy dream,
I saw you in my car.
The wind blew side to side,
But I won't bend.
I've got my pride.

A wise man once said life is suffering.
Well, if he's right,
Then baby, I'm really living.
I'm really living.
Just look at me.
Baby, I'm really living.
Just look at me.
Baby, I'm really living.
Click for mp3 Click for mp3 Tomorrow
(words and music by Bruce Lash)


I don't understand,
I came to that conclusion,
After I thought it out myself.
Walking down streets,
It seemed without a reason.
I was dreaming of Memphis,
My first cigarette,
When all that I had was tomorrow.

I went to see
The gypsy on the boardwalk.
I needed answers from the dark.
She looked at me
And took my fifty dollars
And said, "Playing with magic
Is playing with fire,
And nobody thinks about tomorrow."

I'm on a bridge.
I look into the water.
I'll either sink or swim, I guess.
Then all around,
I hear the sound of voices.
They're standing on tip toe,
The light in their eyes,
Just craning their necks to see tomorrow.
Click for mp3 High Water
(words and music by Bruce Lash)


Rain comes down on a river town,
And it doesn't stop for a week.
Life on the flood plain
Gone with the flow.
The flow.
The flow.

All around, even underground,
The muddy water runs free.
Water jumpin' the banks,
And its pickin' up speed.
Up speed.
Up.

High water.

A young girl found in a dressing gown
Hanging upside down in a tree.
Separate the body
From the debris.
Debris.
Da.

High water.
Brittle water.
High water.
Brittle water (brittle water)

The river town is busy now,
With many hard days ahead.
Rebuild the house
And bury the dead.
The dead.
Da.

High water.
Brittle water.
High water.
Brittle water (brittle water)
Click for mp3 My Previous Lives
(words and music by Bruce Lash
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I was a farmer in a previous life.
I had twelve hungry kids and an irritable wife.
The merchants of the town,
They tried to cheat me.
And when I got home at night,
My wife would beat me.
But out in field when I was cutting hay,
Walking all alone in the dharma dawn,
I knew that things would get better one day.
Walking all alone. It felt like magic.

In a previous life, I was a Persian guard.
I had it pretty easy. I never worked that hard.
I took Daniel to the lion's den.
He was down there for lunch,
Came back up again.
But later on, I had a change of heart,
Walking all alone in the dharma dawn.
I knew that I couldn't play that part.
Walking all alone. It seemed so tragic.
Yeah. Yeah.
Yeah. Yeah.
Yeah. Yeah.

In a previous life, I was the king of Spain,
And boy, I'd like to be king again.

Where we're going, well, who's to tell?
But my car's in the shop.
My karma's shot to hell.
The merchants of the town,
They're trying to cheat me.
And my wife back at home,
At least she don't beat me.
I saw a dog walking down the street.
Walking all alone in the dharma dawn.
Enlightened dog, that's what I'll be.
Walking all alone. It must be magic.
Yeah. Yeah.
Yeah. Yeah.
Yeah. Yeah.
Click for mp3 Small-hoping People
(words by Dan Lakin/ music by Bruce Lash)


I live in a town
Of small-hoping people.
They've got what they want,
And they want nothing more.
Everyone's the same.
They're small-hoping people.
All the men marry the girl-next-door.

I'm stuck in this town
Of small-thinking people.
Their minds never wander
Outside the county line.
No one can save
These small-thinking people,
And the worst part about it,
They think that they're doing fine.

Why are they warm and considerate?
I thought we're supposed to be like a family.
But people here are cruel and self-centered.
How sad these small people can be.

It's crazy in this town
Of big-headed people.
Neighbors always laughing at
The family down the street.
I'd like to tell someone
'Bout these big-headed people,
But these bigheaded people
Are the only folks I ever meet.

Why do they think they're so different,
When every small town is the same?
I can't say a word without an argument.
I can't make a move. It's their game.

I'll die in this town
Of small-hoping people
Of natural causes
When I'm old and gray.
They'll lay me to rest
With these small-hoping people,
And soon all the memories of me
Will just fade away.
Fade away.
Fade away.
Click for mp3 Can You Feel It
(words and music by Bruce Lash)


I pulled my car into my garage,
And I just sat there thinking.
Then she said to me,
"Can you feel it?
Can you feel it?
I can't feel it."
I did not move,
I could not breathe.
The air inside was stifling.
Then she said to me,
"Can you feel it?
Can you feel it?
I can't feel at all."

I went down town into a bar,
And they all sat there staring.
Then she said to me,
"Can you feel it?
Can you feel it?
I can't feel at all."

Well, I went back into my house
And turned the lights on darkly.
Then she said to me,
"Can you feel it?
Can you feel it?
I can't feel at all."

I'm on a stage. I'm in a barn.
I'm on the God damn prairie.
Then she said to me,
"Can you feel it?
Can you feel it?
I can't feel at all."
Click for mp3 Love Song
(words and music by Bruce Lash)


They first met through circumstance.
She caught his eye,
And he asked her to dance.
Both were wary. Both were kind.
He asked her out.
She said, "Some other time."

He had promises to keep,
And all of his dreams
Kept him asleep.
She had other things to do,
And, after all, she had her own dreams too.

But when they talked,
They would just smile.
They were so happy
All of the while.
Dusk turned to dawn,
Still they decided to stay.

Weeks went past. They stayed apart.
No reason to risk
A broken heart.
Both were lonely. Both knew then,
This chance may never come back again.

For, when they talked,
They would just smile.
They were so happy
All of the while.
If it seemed wrong,
It could seem right someday.

Now, you'd expect how things would be,
Settling down
And a family.
Did they marry? No siree.
They kept their individuality.
Click for mp3 Rain
(words and music by Bruce Lash)


Mamma don't bring me water.
I beg you, don't make it rain.
Mamma don't bring me water.
I beg you, don't make it rain.
Mamma don't bring me water.
I beg you, don't make it rain.
Mamma don't bring me water.
I beg you, don't make it rain.

Walkin' on down this railroad track,
And I feel that rain fallin' on my back.

Mamma don't bring me water...

I feel that pain runnin' down my side,
And I know I got nowhere to hide.

Mamma don't bring me water...

Walkin' on down this railroad track,
And I feel that rain fallin' on my back.

Mamma don't bring me water...

Don't make it rain.
Click for mp3 Wounded Belly Blues
(words and music by Bruce Lash)


Well I come creepin' into town.
I needed money, needed wealth.
And I saw the sign said open,
So I thought I'd help myself.
Pulled my pistol from my pocket,
Had it pointed at his head,
But I guess he saw me comin',
And he shot me first instead.

Hey, I got trouble.
More than I can use.
I got a pistol in my hand.
I got the wounded belly blues.

They got my picture in the camera there
For everyone to see.
If they don't find me in my house,
Then they come lookin' out for me.
But you know I won't be home,
'Cause I been hidin' in the wood.
I tried to help my situation,
But I know it ain't no good.

Hey, I got trouble.
More than I can use.
I got my picture in the paper,
Got the wounded belly blues.

Hey, I got trouble.
It's followin' me.
Ooo Ooo Ooo trouble.

Well now they're bringin' out the hounds.
I see 'em comin' up the hill.
And if that hungry wolf don't get me,
Then that hungry justice will.
As I said, I needed money.
Used to do it all the time.
But the counter clerk reject me,
And I didn't get a dime.

Hey, I got trouble.
More than I can use.
I got a bullet in my pocket,
Got the wounded belly blues.
Click for mp3 Innocent People
(words and music by Bruce Lash)


If you are able, I am willing
To try to prove what's been denied.
Millions of people,
Whose only crime is to live
Are being sentenced to die.

Don't try to complicate the question.
No one will understand your words.
Innocent People
Are always the first to get hurt
And the last to be heard.

So let this be a new beginning,
The dawning of a brand new day.
Listen to the man
Who said that where there's life,
There is hope
And then start living that way.
Let's all start living that way.