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Good Times and Strife

by One Eye Theory

One Eye Theory is a group of songwriters and musicians that bring varied influences to the creative process, blending elements of rock, pop, blues, funk, jazz, and alternative into a cohesive original sound with a unique positive energy.
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7. Halfway There
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8. Her
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9. No Ticket
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10. Pieces
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GOOD TIMES AND STRIFE -- Lyric Sheet

LATE NIGHT TRAIN
Late night train, take me away / I can’t stay here another day / Late night’s
breathing, beside the tracks / Metal and muscle, I’ve turned my back /
Don’t want to remember my name / There’s no looking back / On that late
night train / Smoke is rising, smoldering fear / One last ticket, it goes outta
here / On that late night train / I can’t stay here, take me away / I can’t stay
another day / And I feel the pressure’s mounting / I’m thinking, always
doubting / How can I ever be some semblance of sanity?

LINES IN THE SAND
Whether you’re right or left / Whether you drink or smoke / Whether you
take responsibility / Whether you put it all right in God’s hands / We all
draw our lines in the sand / Right or left, I just don’t care / Black or white,
you just need to be fair / East or west, we’re all on our path / North or
south, what we’ve got is what we have / ‘Cause we all draw our lines in the
sand / Whether you’re up or down / Whether you’re rich or poor / Whether
you’re full of hostility / Whether you put it all right in God’s hands / We all
draw our lines in the sand

FUNKY COOKIE
You look warm and soft, I bet you’re fresh / I want to taste you, baby, you’re
the best / I want a piece, I want a piece of that Funky Cookie / That Funky
Cookie, yeah, yeah / I like your smile and I like your lips / I bet they taste
like chocolate chips / I want to roll around in that Funky, Funky Cookie /
That Funky Cookie, yeah, yeah / Sweetness, chocolatey goodness / Oh, I
love it when you bake for me, baby / Funky Cookie, oh, it’s so funky good /
More cookie, yeah / Oh, baby, now that’s the funk

MAYBE IT’S TIME
Three pitchers deep, I started at five / With so-called friends at the local dive
/ Planned in advance that I’d stumble back / Well at some point I must have
lost track / The other stools were sober enough / To see I was a clam that
just snapped shut / Forgot where I was and why I was there / All huddled
down with a lifeless stare / Opened my mouth and began to blab / I couldn’t
remember if I paid my tab / Not makin’ sense, yeah there was no doubt / She
said, “Maybe it’s time you’d be headin’ out” / She said, “Maybe it’s time you
go home” / She said, “Maybe it’s time you go home” / There’s no home that
I’ve known / Since I’ve been on my own / Never stepped foot in that place
again / The shame is a wound too deep to mend / But I pass that place on
my daily drive / And it stares at me with an evil eye / I wonder if they would
remember my name / I wonder if they would venture to say / “Maybe it’s time
you go home” / “Maybe it’s time you go home” / There’s no home that I’ve
known / Since I’ve been on my own

HAND IN GLOVE
‘Cause I’m hand in glove with you my love / You’re worth your weight in gold
/ When I count my blessings, you know I count you twice / I’m going to make
you my wife / With your sweet perfume / and my whiskey breath / You know
I’ll love you to death / Now the tumultuous skies I see in your eyes / Grow
darker by the hour / And they swell into a storm / No, I was not warned / and
the rain came pouring down / Now my old life, the good times and strife /
Were swept away with the flood / Now the storm has passed, but will it last?
/ That’s between you and me / And my good intentions, I will not mention /
That’s the way it ought to be / ‘Cause I’m hand in glove, with you my love /
You’re worth your weight in gold / When I count my blessings, you know I
count you twice / I’m going to make you my wife / With your sweet perfume,
and my whiskey breath / You know I’ll love you to death

GATLINBURG
Ten miles south of Tennessee / There’s a girl in Gatlinburg that I gotta see / I’m
standing by the side of the road / With my sign held high / She made it clear
that she’s leaving at ten / And if I don’t make it there by then / I might as well
just keep on driving by / Gatlinburg waits for me / Gatlinburg, Tennessee / I quit
my job back on Mobile Bay / Bought a used truck with all my pay / But that old
Ford broke down a hundred miles ago / So I grabbed my bag and hitched a
ride / With a young southern boy and his younger bride / Until they pulled off
at a honeymoon bungalow / Gun-gray clouds begin to form / A cold wet Smoky
Mountain storm / And there’s not another single car in sight / The wind snaps
my jacket and the sky turns black / Thunder shakes like a shotgun blast / I gotta
make it to Gatlinburg tonight / Lightning lands and casts a silhouette / In the
shape of a fat blood-black Corvette / And it’s flying fast hell-bent and northbound
/ I step in the road and at the top of my voice / Tell Jesus Christ you got
no choice / You either pick me up or you run me down

HALFWAY THERE
Can’t find no doctor to soothe my soul / Can’t find the right tools to fill this hole /
Yes I’m on my way, on my way down / But I’m only halfway there / Yes I’m falling,
I see the bottom / But I’m only halfway there / Heard from my sister / You know
I really miss her / Man she’s got a way of knowing just what to say / I said I’m on
my way, on my way down / But I’m only halfway there / I said I’m falling, I see
the bottom / But I’m only halfway there / Heard from my mother / She said she
saw my brother / Man they got their worries, but I said I’m in a hurry / Yes I’m on
my way, on my way down / But I’m only halfway there / Yes I’m falling, I see the
bottom / But I’m only halfway there

HER
The one I’m with is her / Delight fills my eyes, it’s her / A tranquil walk along the
water / The notion that lets me know I’m sure / Her kind impassioned glowing
whir / The deft maneuver, her quiet blur / The one I’m with is her / Blue eyes full
of hope / Flashed from the front of the room / Teacher’s pet, student’s pet / Got
me right then and there / Her dizzy tizzy, her gentle purr / The deft maneuver,
her quiet blur / The one I’m with is her

NO TICKET
Don’t gimme no ticket / When I’m cruisin’ down the road / Don’t gimme
no ticket / ‘Cause I’m just tryin’ to get home / Gassin’ up early in the A.M. /
Gotta get to Youngstown / Hit the road mergin’ with the mayhem / Hangin’
with the fast crowd / Cop car hidin’ in the grass like a wildcat / Lookin’ for
his next prey / He’s got an itchy trigger finger on the radar gun / Lookin’
just to ruin my day / Look in the mirror, what do I see / Black and white,
he’s tailin’ me / Picked me out at random out of the pack / “Dispatch, this
is Car 83. We have a 10-38 on northbound I-71. High speed pursuit. Suspect
is not pulling over. Visually verified 99 miles per hour, high-speed pursuit,
requesting back up. Suspect is a long-haired hippie with a guitar in the back
seat, driving a maroon Gremlin with racing stripes and white-walled tires.” /
Don’t gimme no ticket / When I’m cruisin’ down the road / Don’t gimme no
ticket / ‘Cause I’m just tryin’ to get home / Steppin’ into court all dressed
up / Lookin’ just to plead my case / Cop swears, “Judge I saw him speedin’
with great haste” / Doesn’t matter what I say, you’ve already made up
your mind / “Better wrap it up quick boy / ‘Cause you know you’re gonna
pay a big fine” / Cops and judges are thick as thieves / Their daily grind is
dishin’ fees / I wonder how it is they sleep at night

PIECES
Special friendships, they come and they go / Am I still in your thoughts
from those years ago? / Have I remained an influence / On your life and
your dreams / On who you are today? / I can still see you, your freckled
face / Protected from sunlight under the brim of your hat / Roll under the
covers, roll into the grass / Can you still see it today? / Can I imagine how
I seemed to you / Did you see me the same way I saw you? / My crooked
smile was shining for two / And I walked away bringing pieces of you / A
decade later, is a long, long time / Perhaps you’ve changed or your ways
aren’t the same / Do you still read poems / While you’re laying naked in
bed / Smoking Camel cigarettes?

STEPS
ISAIAH 61:1 - The Lord has anointed me / To bring good news to the afflicted
/ To bind up the brokenhearted / 1 CORINTHIANS 2:9 - No eye has seen, no
ear has heard / And no mind has imagined / What God has prepared for
those who love him / ISAIAH 64:8 - We are the clay, and You are the potter /
And all of us are the work of Your hand

JERSEY (KUCALABA) VOCAL: LUKE KUCALABA
“Attention passengers: We regret to inform you but Flight 8763 service to
Newark, New Jersey, is under a two-hour flight delay. We apologize for this
inconvenience. Things don’t look good in New Jersey right now, so you’re
probably better off to wait a couple hours until the situation looks a little
better. Thank you very much and have a pleasant day.” / Smokestacks line
the highway, backed up / Trapped on the Garden State Parkway / Mad Max
rides in the other lane / Cuts me off and drives me insane / A hundred signs
that don’t point the way / In a backwards world filled with acid rain / I’m not
goin’ to Jersey / Screeching stop in the parking lot, burnt out / Stressed
from the cloverleaf rat race / Ruined plans from the week before / The
life I’m missin’ as I walk to the door / One more step into outer space / It’s
time to unpack my politician face / I’m not goin’ to Jersey / I’m not going to
drive down Highway 95 / Birds are chirpin’ in my fridge / They followed me
back from the Whitman Bridge / If I have to stay here just one more day / I
swear to God I think I’m gonna go insane / I’m not goin’ to Jersey / I’m not
goin’ to Jersey, I’m not goin’ if you please / I’m not goin’ to Jersey, I’m not
goin’ if you please / Locked up at the test site, cramped tight / Sweatin’ in
the windowless womb / The slit of light under the exit door / My only link
to the outside world / What’s this you say, “Come back next week / We got
more tests to run, more souls to eat.” / I’m not goin’ to Jersey / “Attention
passengers: We regret to inform you that Flight 8763 service to Newark,
New Jersey, is under a three-hour flight delay. There is a major oil spill on the
runway, and it’s going to take a little while to get cleaned up so sit back and
relax, visit our Cinnabon — we have a Buy-One-Get-One-Free going on at
Cinnabon for the next three hours to help you get through this crisis.”

VOODOO
You don’t have to leave the light on / I can find my way home / Gold moon is
my lantern / The white wolf runs alone / St. Lucy calls me / In from her night
/ My voodoo in the morning / And your witchcraft at night / Talisman man
soothes me / Potions so fine / A bouquet of black roses / And you’ll be mine
/ St. Lucy calls me / In from her night / You own the nighttime / You rule the
night / I own the day

ONE EYE THEORY THANKS
Our Families and Friends, Indianola K-8 Alternative School for connecting us, The
Patton Family, Beth Farnsworth, Linda McNabb, Bob Schnees, Nicole ‘UNECC’ Williams,
Paul McPherson, Tom Fallidas, Paul Painter, Woodlands Tavern, Eric Ahlteen and
Espresso Yourself, Larry’s Bar for hosting our first show and then immediately closing
forever, Tee-Jaye’s Country Place, KMAX PC Urgent Care for birthing the band, Otis
Johnson for serendipity and haircuts, Music Go Round, The Pigtail, Trains, Comfest,
Pizza Clock, Almost Special, and the many amazing bands and musicians we’ve shared
stages with.

LEO PATTON THANKS: My wife Janine and my sons Alex and Travis for their support
and encouragement.

MATT HITTLE THANKS: My family, especially my wife Danielle for making this all
possible. Thanks to my Mom for her contributions to the band. And a shout-out to my
brother Mike for my first musical experience on the trashcan drum.

This CD was recorded, produced and mixed by Luke Kucalaba in Salem Studios, Columbus, Ohio.
CD jacket design by Scott Biggs.

All Music and Lyrics © Copyright 2016 One Eye Theory, Scott Biggs, Matthew Hittle, Luke Kucalaba, Kurt Maxwell, and Leo Patton. All Rights Reserved. Materials and band members were made in the USA.

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