Betadine

By Jim Reilley and Reese Campbell

September 2014

You came in with the night

Brought me suicide
No sound
No breathe
Just the taste of chrome
And the should have known
No breath
No read
Aint that just like you to go
Medicine can heal me so
But betadine you kill me slow
And I swallow you right down
Your kind of remedy
Last thing that I need
No sound
No through
Just the taste of chrome
And the should have known
No prayer
No clue
Aint that just like you to go
Medicine can heal me so
But betadine you kill me slow
And I swallow you right down
Us paperhearts sometimes get it wrong
But the downbeat just goes on
So dont worry bout me
Im used to the bleed
And all these wounds of mine
Will probably heal in time
Without you betadine

Blue Sky Sweet Midsummer Nightmare

By Jim Reilley and Reese Campbell

August 2014

Whats the matter Cinderella

Such a lovely day today
Thats why they call it morning
Just wash the world away
Walk my coffee to the common
Watch the children climbing in the trees
Innocent pretends
Satisfaction guaranteed
Its the new social disease
Somebody wake me up please
Somebody shake me from this
chorus:
Blue sky sweet midsummer nightmare
All the limbs are breaking in my
Blue sky sweet midsummer nightmare
Its a Stepford kind of be
Don't know why my golden
Dream is failing this rides derailing
So please wake me up wake me up wake me shake me
Cant be too careful with nature
Too many arms to immunize
A new metro city council
A new block to sterilize
And make some more room for the strollers
Forget about a place to park
Keep the legend lose the buildings
Build a copy for a lark
Strip the poison trees of bark
Somebody wake me up please
Somebody keep me from this

Camel Through A Needle

By Jim Reilley and Reese Campbell

May 2014

Blue silver morning never heard it leave

Once again a capture not a keep
Collapse into me like a broken lung
Better off a something I cant breathe
To keep me lonely while I need
chorus:
Now you come to me
Like a camel through a needle
A passing chord an analog betray
I wore the memory like a soundtrack on repeater
Stupid me but you knew that anyway
Cicada you were a convenient leave
A careless give a capture not to keep
A bad remind of all the blind Ive been
Better off a something I cant breathe
To keep me only while I bleed
bridge:
Cicada dont remember me
You only knew September me
Not the real November me
Still you.

Colorado City (R.Campbell/J.Reilley)

Yes, I'm your sister and your mother No, he's Father not your brother
Well, we married one another at the prophet's will
Oh no, it's not incestial 'cause our union is celestial
Listen, when you grow a chest I'll let you know the drill
It's a small, small price to sacrifice
Till the prophet come to carry us home
A tender slice of paradise
Here in Colorado City, keep sweet my little pretty
Let daddy pet your kitty till the kingdom come
To Colorado City, keep sweet my little pretty
Let daddy pet your kitty till the kingdom come
We must obey our Uncle Warren He's like Jesus, we adore him
We all kneel down before him and you shall too
No, he hasn't been released but he's divined a husband-priest
For you to love and serve and please until he tires of you
It's a small, small price to sacrifice
Till the prophet come to carry us home
A virgin slice of paradise
Daughter, on your feet there's someone here for you to meet
It's come the time for you to greet the man who'll make you his bride
Don't get your panties in muddle when he says he wants to cuddle
Don't you give him any trouble or he'll tan your hide
Don't think twice, now just play nice
Until the prophet come to carry us home
It's a small, small price to sacrifice

Complicated (That I Used To Know)

By Jim Reilley and Reese Campbell

August 2014

Complicated the working through

Complicated the ringing true
Just take a look for the diamond in the snow
Complicated
That I used to know
Complicated the never mind
Complicated the set behind
They put away the rabbit mister show
Complicated
That I used to know
Working copy
Or a get well note
Long as the train is off the track
Long as the movie's off the reel
Tell 'em the river's running
Finest fish in the county
Finest fish in the county
Finest fish in the county
Coming aground
Won't offer up again
Its Complicated
That I used to know

Fog Line
(J.Reilley/R.Campbell)

Couldn't put a thumb on

The moment that the bandage came unwound
Can't keep the bleeding down
Caught inside a slow burn
Lick the blistered fingers, damp the rage
Still can't turn the page

Salvation rustlers sporting lint might start a man to praying

But when you'll eat a wedge just for the scent of flesh
You're barely saying grace

Keeper track of talk back

Rolling by the capstans in my head
A never ending thread
Every empty promise
Pending on a riddle never solved
The missing piece involved

Dislocated highway
Twisting like a rat tail in a trap
Deconstruction detours
Threaten to eliminate your map
Beyond the fog line
The shifting shapes are closer now than near
And anything but clear

Frick & Frack (R.Campbell/J.Reilley)

Drilling down through a graveyard in Western Pennsylvania
J. H. Pinkerton met a family friend
H. C. Frick said, Good day, son, it's fine to meet you.
I once handled a matter with your old kin.
Mister Frick, I need counsel, I need your advice.
Uncertainty reigns in the world today.
Henry Clay Frick brushed the maggots away from his eyes
The world hasn't changed, son. Do as I say.
Play the field, pick it clean
Rule the ground in between
What is known, what is seen
What you say and what you mean
Hail the chief, pack the court
Bet the house to hold the fort
Take the pot, leave the rust
You must do what you must
Mister Frick, it's perplexing my brain's going numb.
I'm not grasping what I'm supposed to do.
Henry Clay Frick peeled a lip back on putrefied gum
Cheney's due any moment he'd say it, too.
Play the field, pick it clean
Rule the ground in between
What is known, what is seen
What you say and what you mean
Hail the chief, pack the court
Bet the house to hold the fort
Take the pot, leave the rust
You must do what you must
Pick a man, write a check, gain a trust
Grease a palm when extended
Let no charge go undefended
When the shit starts to fly, son
Deny, deny, deny

GLASS RING (R.Campbell/J.Reilley)

Why would you ever take a shine to me
Lacking in polish, well out of warranty
I circle round, circle round, circle round where you are
On a wing, on a hope light upon you
You were a capture and I was a pawn
I had to wonder, were you putting me on
I tag along, tag along, tag along where you go
Just to be, just to feel how you move me
So this me I give to you
Only you can see me through
When I'm lost in my reflection
You point me in the right direction
Oh love, you wear me well
I knuckle under and I can't take a hit
I'll never shape up to your perfect fit
I'm hanging on, hanging on, hanging on by a string
Let me go, let me drop and I'll crumble
So this me I give to you
Only you can see me through
Long as we can band together
We'll survive the rocky weather
Oh love, you wear me
Oh my love, you wear me down and out but hell
I'm still an easy sell
So this me I give to you
Only you can see me through
When I feel about to shatter
I take your hand and nothing matters
Oh, love, you wear me well
Oh my love, you wear me well

Heather Place
By Jim Reilley/Reese Campbell

March 2014

Reverb footsteps unmade beds

Say its all inside my head
Now its all over me
Playing it up the play it down
Weight to carry it around
Now its all over me
chorus:
Thats how we do it here on Heather Place
Nothing to do except count the days
So little something in so many ways
Its only me
The lonely me
No effort to give a reason why
No reflect no alibi
Now its all over me
I bought the book I did the math
Never thought itd come to that
Thats the arrogance of me
bridge:
Thats what I get for Iooking up at broken skies
No remedy no return innocence to tired eyes
Cyanide summer winter falls
A place to keep me from it all

Little Brother
By Jim Reilley and Reese Campbell

August 2-014

Things that you learn when youre killing yourself

Aint like you see it in cartoons
Its more about dodging all the echos
You hear when youre wired to the moon
chorus:
Its a fucked up magic show
And youll never be the same
When the phonograph needle that you call your friend
Glides so casually into your vein
Oh little brother it aint gonna be easy
Oh little brother it aint gonna be easy for you
Bed head roses growing wild these days
Nobody takes the time to bleed
Theres a book theres a golden mean to follow
In the academy of all that you dont need
bridge:
And they all give you something to believe in
Except for the ones who dont
And well all live happily ever after
Except for the ones who wont

Low Hanging Fruit

By Jim Reilley and Reese Campbell

July 2014

Broken cadence can you hear me now

My codeine cough is ever near me now
What kind of friend would disappear me now
Just when I was needing
For the dream to keep believing
Well played friend
I never saw it coming
The hunger how it so consumed me then
I fell for every trick you threw me then
You were the only one who knew me then
Brought me up and kept me bleeding
And like a fool I kept believing anyway.
chorus:
You made me everything Im not today
I must have been a sight to see
Thinking there was more of me to give
Something more than just low hanging fruit
Now all Im left to do is wonder when
Ill feel that shiver in my arm again
Of all the things I took for granted then
Back when I was only bleeding
But I just kept on believing anyway.
bridge:
Woke up this morning and the music had died
No radio just the ringing inside
After all this time like a black eye betray
I lost the want to that I thought was my save
Aint that the way.

Over Me
By Jim Reilley and Reese Campbell

August 2014

I remember my haywire
Gonna set the world on fire
Back when there was something to believe in
Now its becoming pretty clear
Everything is broken here
Guess my only ripe was for deceiving
Its over
Its over
Its over
Over me
You give them nothing but the best
They take your heart and leave the rest
Youre only temporary while theyre feeding
So teach your children very well
Never ask and never tell
At least theyll never waste their time believing
I didnt choose this life I have
It chose me now here I am
With too much to forget and not forgive
How would it have gone if I
Never looked up to the sky
And found a different way to barely live
They finally killed what made me breathe
Ran out of tricks kept up my sleeve
Just to keep the broken record turning

The Dwelling (R.Campbell/J.Reilley)

Skeptics of a coming spring naked limbs defend
Bracing for another go a final blow of winter
They dug in, firmly planted as the winds raved and ranted
Rooted deep in the dwelling
Chickadees of Shangri-la cluster on the lawn
Optimistic to the end they'll find a friend, beaks yawning
They're dug in, salvation nearing every black oil seed appearing
Praise the god of the dwelling
Don't feel much like god right now hope he don't feel like me
Looking back on what he's made the bricks he laid, and seeing
They dug in, caked with mortar by a fool seeking quarter
In the myth of the dwelling
If the past is past, then what's it doing here
In my mind, in my soul
In a carnival glass bowl you once won for me
Bring forth a son to thee
Sitting in a lovely room in a lovely chair
Skylight shining up above the winter gone, the weather fair
Dug in, love beside me birds and trees above to guide me
From my perch in the dwelling