1. |
||||
|
kid dynamite
i watch my enemy sleeping
in his foxhole at night
i see him tossing and turning
with such a terrible fright
and he’s all guns blazing
he’s the orphan, kid dynamite
he’s oughtta sight y’all
and you can see him scheming
as he moves through
all those rented bright lights
that he had to beg borrow or steal
while he conceals in his wallet
a plane ticket
for the next flight out of here
well, the first time i met you
you seemed righteous and true
a wolf’s in a sheep’s clothing
i was easily duped
a case with a false bottom
what were you trying to hide
behind the one-way mirror
of your two glass eyes
and i won’t be
not your co-conspirator
nor your partner in crime
you’re a mood ring incarnate
a chameleon drowning in a bottle of turpentine
and he’s all guns blazing
he’s the orphan, kid dynamite
he’s oughtta sight y’all
and you can see him scheming
as he moves through
all those rented bright lights
that he had to beg borrow or steal
while he conceals in his wallet
a plane ticket
for the next flight out of here
|
||||
2. |
Dead End
02:54
|
|||
|
dead end
i’m not so blind that i can’t see you
i know you’re moving in on my route
well, i’ve got some news for you, my friend
that way’s a dead end
ya. that’s for sure
you’re not so smart as you might think you are
i know you’re driving in a stolen car
well, i’ve got some news for you my friend
that way’s a dead end
ya. that’s for sure
hold on, you’re moving way to fast
hold on, and let the moment last
i’ve got some news for you, my friend
that way’s a dead end
ya. that’s for sure
hold on, you’re moving way to fast
hold on, and let the moment last
|
||||
3. |
Not Familiar
04:54
|
|||
|
not familiar
fear, they will pray on our fears
exaggerate the danger
tell us it’s near
wolves, they’ve been lying in wait
for just such a chance
to lock up the gates
not familiar, with the nature of your kind
not familiar, with the workings of your mind
not familiar, with the motives for your crimes
not familiar, with the world where you reside
there’s an eye in the sky
patrolling every corner
you can’t hide
sees when you’ve been out of order
eye in the sky
it’s designed to take control of you
not familiar, with the type of game you play
not familiar, with the tactics you engage
not familiar with the scenes upon your stage
not familiar, with the kinds of war you wage
there’s an eye in the sky
patrolling every corner
you can’t hide
sees when you’ve been out of order
eye in the sky
it’s designed to take control of you
lies, they can spread like disease
so much information
what does it mean
not familiar, with the fears that you awake
not familiar, with a single thing you say
there’s an eye in the sky
patrolling every corner
you can’t hide
sees when you’ve been out of order
eye in the sky
it’s designed to take control
eye in the sky
|
||||
4. |
Evil Men
04:30
|
|||
|
evil men
gather ‘round my plastic men
prepare yourselves we’re near the end
so hear me good right now
it’s easier when you’re able to pretend
the future of the world does not depend
on someone to defend the world from evil men
console yourselves with twists of fate
so unaware that you’re the bait
hear me good one time
it’s easier when you’re able to pretend
the future of the world does not depend
on someone to defend the world from evil men
cross your fingers
hold your breath
count down from ten
and look to heaven for the reasons we misstep
and just take care my friends
take care
it’s easier when you’re able to pretend
the future of the world does not depend
on someone to defend the world from evil men
his old friends
|
||||
5. |
Blackguard
04:11
|
|||
|
blackguard
sheets of rain are falling
in the streets like broken glass
and you’re alone again
far from home my friend
blackguard, they treat me like a blackguard
i’m trying but it’s so hard
to stand up straight
and the sun never shines here
i feel i’m living in a grave
sheets of rain are falling
in the streets like broken glass
and you’re alone again
far from home my friend
no one seems to hear you when you call
no one seems to hear you when you call
no one ever hears you when you call
sheets of rain are falling
in the streets like broken glass
and you’re alone again
far from home my friend
my friend
|
||||
6. |
Trampolines
04:17
|
|||
|
trampolines
bonnie and clyde
they ain’t had no reasons why
a boy meets a girl and sometimes the sparks just fly
but if trampolines could catapult us from this world
we’d be bouncing off the walls
bonnie and clyde
they ain’t had no reasons why
a boy meets a girl and sometimes the sparks just fly
but if trampolines could catapult us from this world
we’d be bouncing off the walls
a player piano rings a soulful tune of independence
makes you think that you could try
but if you have to spend just one more day upon the fence
you may never say good-bye
bonnie and clyde
they ain’t had no reasons why
a boy meets a girl and sometimes the sparks just fly
|
||||
7. |
I Know a Girl
02:37
|
|||
|
i know a girl
i know a girl you wouldn’t believe
she eats nuts and berries and lives in the trees
wouldn’t have bothered but she was following me
and then one morning to my surprise
she snuck up behind me and flashed me her eyes
wouldn’t have known her she was in a disguise
but it’s over now
i don’t know how
all of this came to be
there’s a sour flavour in my mouth
it doesn’t taste right to me
hey little lady remember me
i was the boy you met in your dreams
but you went inside while i stayed in the trees
isn’t it funny how we deceive
all of the people we really need
i met a girl who was following me
but it’s over now
i don’t know how
all of this came to be
there’s a sour flavour in my mouth
it doesn’t taste right to me
i know a girl you wouldn’t believe
she eats nuts and berries and lives in the trees
wouldn’t have bothered but she was following me
she was following me
she was following me
she was following me
|
||||
8. |
||||
|
nobody plays here anymore
when you wake in the morning
throw the covers from your bed
and you pick yourself up off it
shake the cobwebs out your head
now you’ve run yourself half ragged
look like you’ve been left for dead
and you’re moving in circles
just the dog that pulls the sled
see myself in the mirror
of what i once knew as your eye
marbled by the tear
of what has become your eye
you’ve a taste in your mouth now
so it’s natural you want more
like the beautiful south
agents guide you to my door
but your eyes they’ve become heavy now
and your feet so tired and sore
so you pray i take you in now
before you fall down at my door
see myself in the mirror
of what i once knew as your eye
marbled by the tear
of what has become your eye
say you’re happy for me
am i even happy
some of us are happiest when we’re down
don’t try to catch me
see myself in the mirror
of what i once knew as your eye
marbled by the tear
of what has become your eye
will i take you with me
not even sure i’ll make it there
i know you miss your life here
like a child you just want to play
but nobody plays here
but nobody plays here
but nobody plays here...anymore
|
||||
9. |
Stop & Stare
03:44
|
|||
|
stop & stare
out on the plains of friendly manitoba
the devil, he didn’t much pass by
so i took my desires out to california \
met him there but i didn’t sign
time doesn’t wait for no man at the curb
she will pass right by without a word
got me a place just outside pasadena
the grass out back nearly touched the sky
met a girl planted an apple tree, but
i never did take a bite
time doesn’t wait for no man at the curb
like a pretty girl she just moves through your world
and you just stop and stare
puff and poof it’s epiphany
straight into my brain like a laser beam
for some time i was blind but now i see
oh, such visions of light inside my dream
time doesn’t wait for no man at the curb
she will pass right by without a word
oceans of pearls could not tempt her to turn
like a pretty girl she just moves through your world
and you just stop and stare
|
||||
10. |
||||
|
common man
i thought i’d sing a simple song
it’s not a tale of right or wrong
but if it sounds familiar
then I hope you’ll sing along
if you work in a factory
in the mall or on the street
punch a clock on tired feet
then you’ll know what I mean
whatever will be my friends will be
we’re just the common man
and we don’t ask much
but we know when we’re being
led around by the nose
but that’s how the story goes
well, everything comes to an end
even the roman empire fell
and as these myths are all dispelled
may wisdom yet prevail
a once great nation’s fallen ill
a school yard bully hooked on pills
with one hand on the bible
and a hand inside the till
whatever will be my friends will be
we’re just the common man
and we don’t ask much
but we know when we’re being
led around by the nose
but that’s how the story goes
the president and all his men
patronize and condescend
they choose the sword over the pen
and then plead self-defense
while the soldiers march in the parade
i think about the debts we’ll pay
and the how the corporations
will count the money that they’ve made
whatever will be my friends will be
we’re just the common man
and we don’t ask much
but we know when we’re being
fucked around by the man
and after it’s all been said and done
tell me what have we won
one more nation of suspicious hearts
turning black in the sun
is this our kingdom come
i thought I’d sing a simple song
it’s not a tale of right or wrong
if it sounds familiar
then I hope you’ll sing along
|
||||
Eric Corne Los Angeles, California
Eric Corne is a Canadian singer-songwriter, producer and engineer currently based in Los Angeles. He recently released his first solo record, "Kid Dynamite & The Common Man" featuring a who's who of L.A. rock and roots royalty.
If you like Eric Corne, you may also like:
Under The Surface
by Nameless Ghost
The wrenching songs on the latest from Nameless Ghost tackle loss and grief amidst toothy indie rock.
go to album
The new EP from denitia specializes in big, hooky pop songs that put her smoky voice front and center.
go to album
The home-recorded new LP from surrounds oaky acoustic guitars with wreaths of violin for a full on ’70s California vibe.
go to album
On their self-titled LP, Montreal duo Big Share offer 10 gentle songs, wreathed by quiet guitars and whispering drums.
go to album
The Ohio songwriter navigates gender, queerness, class, and privilege through a powerful mix of country rock, folk ballads, and bluegrass.
go to album
Notes From The Wonderground
by The Reflection Box
Irish singer-songwriter Sarah E. Cullen bares her heart over pastoral folk arrangements enshrouded in a dream-pop haze.
go to album
Written as she was coping with an auto-immune disease, the new EP from Rachel Angel offers hushed, silvery ’50s-style Americana.
go to album
