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Letting the Sunlight Back in

by Scott Simpson

An energetic, protest-rock critique of war, oil production, environmental destruction and material excess, pointing toward the hopeful potential of true love, non-violence and spiritual connection.
Genre: Rock: Americana
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1. Intro
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2. Punch Another Hole
5:39 $0.99
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3. Signs
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4. Easy Come
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5. No Metaphor
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6. Everything
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7. Tide
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8. Letting the Sunlight Back in
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9. Don't Grow Away
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10. Punch Another Hole (Reprise)
2:15 album only
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Album Notes
Punch Another Hole

Oh, this ship’s a-sinkin’
Oh, this ship’s a-sinkin’

There’s a hole in the bottom of the ocean
there’s a hole in the bottom of the sea
Lots of muck coming up on the beaches
as far as I can see, yeah;
lots of people feeding their addiction
everybody got some place to go
every rig is another shared needle
got to drill baby drill some more.

And if you have a closed fist
every problem is just another time to explode
and if you have your eyes closed
in this darkness—you’re only gonna find one solution:
you’re gonna punch another hole
gonna punch another hole.

There’s a hole in the bottom of my pocket,
there’s a hole in my market share
there’s a bookie who’ll take your bet
anytime, anywhere…
there’s a sucker born every minute
gonna mortgage off his soul;
all it takes is a shiny shovel
he’s gonna dig his own hole.

(repeat chorus)

There’s a hole at the end of the muzzle
don’t get in my way--
a thousand more are coming right behind me
gonna make you change your ways;
every hole is a mouth to a tunnel
stretching back to an empty place;
every eye looking down the barrel
wears another human face.

(repeat chorus twice)

Oh, this ship’s a-sinkin’
Oh, this ship’s a-sinkin’
Oh, this ship’s a-sinkin’
Oh, this ship’s a-sinkin’
Oh, this ship’s a-sinkin’
Oh…


Signs

I went down to New Mexico
with my father and my little girl
it was unreal and it was dreamlike
it was like another world of enchantment
--just like they say on the signs.

It was rainy and it was gray all across the Rockies
I drove the pickup truck my father slept a lot--
he’s getting older now, so am I, so am I
And my daughter, well, she isn’t little anymore…
she’s seventeen and riding behind these two old men
in the back seat with her headphones
and we’re stopping once again for a bathroom
and another cup of coffee.

And my father knows how painful life can be
so we just talk about the signs we pass along the way
but he reaches across the front seat to put his hand on my neck
and he rubs it, just like he did when I was just twenty-one
and my fiancée broke up with me and I was on the run from myself,
or at least who I thought I was gonna be,
who I thought I was gonna be…

So we drop off my daughter with her sleeping bag and her guitar
for two weeks at camp, and there’s laughing kids and there’s cars
and there’s parents and they’re huggin’ their children
and the sun finally begins to shine…
And we are what we are, not what we were gonna be
and the road stretches from bathroom to cup of coffee
and my father and I, we trade off driving and sleeping
and he rubs my neck, and I rub his
and we can see all the peaks this time
all back through Colorado--
it’s so full of color
--just like they say on all the signs

it’s so full of color
--just like they say on all the signs,
on all the signs.


Easy Come

Easy come, yeah, easy go
what you thought, well it just ain’t so
you can plan all your hours and days
but they’re all just gonna happen anyway, yeah
they’re all just gonna happen anyway.

Well I knew a man up to his eyes in stock
he was always buying low and selling on the top
then a fat-fingered clerk hit the wrong key
and all his numbers floated off into a bottomless sea

(chorus)

Now I saw a girl, she was hungry for love
and the lover she was with fit her just like a glove
but the winter ended and the ice was freed
and they both floated off like the cottonwood seed.

(chorus)

Now there was a country that would go to war
it was an eye for an eye—they had to even the score
every flash of a drone or explosive device
killed an enemy once and made an enemy twice.

(chorus)

Now there was a people and they were so smart--
they tried to build them a Heaven tearing the world apart
but when they opened the gates their faces all fell,
there was not much left but a customized Hell.

Easy come, yeah, easy go
what you thought, well it just ain’t so
you can plan all your hours and days
but if you’re not giving Love it’s gonna suck anyway
Not giving love, not giving love, not giving love it’s gonna suck anyway
you can plan all your hours and days
but if you’re not giving Love it’s gonna suck anyway
if you’re not giving love.



No Metaphor

I often find myself distrustful of metaphors
especially when I’m outdoors
when me and my three friends take our
fourteen legs down the fire trail
oh, that’s no metaphor
that’s no metaphor
ah no-- they each have four legs and a tail
see that’s no metaphor
that’s no metaphor…
four legs and a tail,
that’s my three friends, yeah…

Sometimes I smoke my pipe
but you know I’m conflicted
I need, I need the exercise,
but I don’t want to become addicted
but you know I guess I am,
addicted that is, to this trail and to my friends
and this is no metaphor
I’ve tried to quit them before
this is no metaphor, oh
but the trail, it calls us all
it calls us all—this is no metaphor
this is no metaphor
yeah this is the voice I always listen for
the voice I listen for…
Yeah, the voice I listen for…

Sometimes I bring a book,
Thomas Merton or Thich Naht Hahn
while they, they sniff around
on the sun-drenched ground
ah, no metaphor, no metaphor
yeah, that’s what hiking’s for
that’s no metaphor, it’s an open door--
that’s no metaphor
you see I, I often find myself
I often find myself while walking there
and that’s no metaphor
no metaphor,
I often find myself,
no metaphor,
no metaphor.


Everything

I got a clock, wakes me up on time
got the money for the bills, and an extra dime
I got some wheels to get me round the town
Yeah I got everything, but everything’s just something else
to lose,
I don’t need everything, all I need is you.

I got my appointments all lined up in a row
got the corresponding excuses in tow, yeah
but I got my boots and a trail and it’s a sunny summer day
oh I got everything, but everything, everything’s just something else
to lose…
I don’t need everything, I just need you.

I got the animal, vegetable, mineral, yeah now
I got the solid the liquid the gas,
I got a metaphysical itch just behind my left shoulder blade
see, I got everything, but everything, everything’s just something else
to lose, yeah,
I don’t need everything, I just need you.

I just need you…
I don’t need everything, I just need you
I don’t need everything, I just need you
see, I got everything, but everything, everything’s just something else
I’m gonna lose, yeah,
I don’t need everything, I just need you.
And I got everything, but everything, everything’s just something else
I’m gonna lose, yeah,
I don’t need everything, cause I got you.

And I got me a plan--
I got me a workable scheme yeah
I’m gonna come home early,
pass up on the coffee
for the cream
cause, I got everything, I got me everything, I got me everything, everything
I got me everything, cause I got you…
I got me everything, cause I got you.


Tide
The valve that opens closes
the breath that comes recedes
this give and take will lift me
into uncharted seas
and stillness is not static
its rhythm comes and goes
but the mandatory constant
is the forward flow

The tide, the tide
the tide, the tide

And where we’ve always forded
we’ve entered untouched streams
the ocean undoes the mountains
pullin’ at the seams, yeah
pullin’ at the seams
It’s the familiar pulsing
the constant that I crave
to live’s to fall and rise
and overflow the grave
overflow the grave

And Nero burned his city
and Brando rolled his dice
and Peter walked on water
once but not twice…

And where we’ve always forded
we’ve entered untouched streams
the ocean undoes the mountains
pullin’ at the seams, yeah
pullin’ at the seams
It’s the familiar pulsing
the constant that I crave
to live’s to fall and rise
and overflow the grave
overflow the grave

Pullin’ at the seams
Pullin’ at the seams
Pullin’ at the seams
Pullin’ at the seams…



Letting the Sunlight Back In

The only light that makes it down through the branches
is the light that’s shaped by the shadow.
The only light that makes it into the center, yeah
is the light that’s shaped by your pain…
shaped by your pain.

The only songs that they sing at the funerals
are the songs shaped by the going away.
The only love you can feel for another
is the love that is shaped by the hole in your heart…
by the hole in your heart.

And the morning’s a reminder of what’s still in the dark,
and the mourning’s a song to remind me I’m still here,
then the pain takes me to the next level
and the hole in my heart keeps on letting the sunlight back in…

letting the sunlight back in…
letting the sunlight back in…
letting the sunlight back in.

The only light that makes it down through the branches
is the light that’s shaped by the shadow.
The only light that makes it into the center
is the light that’s shaped by your pain…
but I’m letting the sunlight back in…

I’m letting the sunlight back in…
I’m letting the sunlight back in,
Letting the sunlight…



Don't Grow Away

I watched the sun come up this morning
just like a million times before
but when I watched your face awaken
it was like something I’d never seen before

You’re ever growing ever changing
just like a river on its way
and don’t you ever stop that growing
but don’t you ever grow away.

I know the world is full of mystery
full of pleasure, full of pain
like the burning ache of friendship
or the gentle kiss of rain
but before you see the truth unmasked,
look into my eyes
I don’t want to hold you back,
I just can’t bear to see you cry.

You’re ever growing ever changing
just like a river on its way
and don’t you ever stop that growing
but don’t you ever grow away.
Don’t you ever stop that growing
but don’t you ever grow away…
don’t you ever grow away…

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