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He was the boy with the California sun
that followed him down
by the curls of his crown
wherever he walked
the sun warmed the ground
and the sky pulled back
the folds of her gown
Once or twice seems coincidental
but three times forms the cause
so we asked him to stay
to warm all our thoughts
and shed winter coats for lazy lovely days
It was never his fault
the boy with sun
he was just one
with the wonder of it all
And the sun shown
on all dark corners
Breaking closets free
with all of our skeletons
crawling out for heat
He was the boy with the california sun
that walked to the pier
by the point of a gun
And the sea took him in
and swallowed him whole
and the sky rolled back
like a scroll
It was never his fault
the boy with sun
he was just one
with the wonder of it all
Music and Lyrics p&© Robert Deeble
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This is my letter to the world
that left no forwarding address
all the secrets of a girl
whose tongue would not confess
save for the power of the pen
Emily Dickinson
took the boat for England
lost her husband. took a child.
thick lipped. yet delicate. she
sailed away for New York
Brownstone apartment. fire escape.
a view of Harlem from the stairs.
The sting of wind against the skin
the call of vendors in the air
and all the downcast and downtrodden (who gather there)
The white horse tavern took her in
poured her absinthe and a shot of gin
(lucky worked the bar on Mondays, he said hello).
She met a man who made her smile
he made her laugh. it drove him wild.
and when he turned to pay the tab
he lost her to a taxi cab
(E. D.) took the bus from New York
bound her memoirs of the sea
thick lipped. yet delicate. she
drove to California
p&© robert deeble
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Warm is your breath. mysterious
all my faith and fear beneath your silent shroud
you draw me near ... like a child
Voice undistinguished between — joy and sorrow
the warmth of love. you call my name
in the strongholds of peace
break me to tears before the kindest maker
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Blue
03:08
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Blue
you make me smile
when your mood
lies down
here for awhile
could you afford a major chord
to make us all smile?
Moon
shine down
let your blue light hue
touch the ground
do you mind keeping time
here with my sound?
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Chinese Fighter Girl
02:06
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Jack's Diary
04:04
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The days spread out
like the miles between us
A light goes out on the dash board horizon
Midnight calls from old pool halls
where you talk over shout
these are the days jack never wrote about
Nashville ain't the place to play on a sunday...
how was I to know with the agent from ohio
and me, I’m from l.a. where nothing is sacred
Busted and broke stuck drinking coca cola for stout
these are the days jack never warned about
Followed eighteen wheels
west until — the day ends
one gave their blind spot for the wind
Pull in between the giants that dream of cargo en route
these are the days jack never wrote about
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A Formal Apology
04:03
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Don't wake, it's late - you work too hard,
and all that I wanted to tell you
lies shrouded...
Misspent in ventures far too grand,
like best laid plans
that fail
to the weight of intentions.
As youth,
and its glorious engine,
stalls by the fuel of its dreams.
Like a bird that falls from the wire,
falls as she sings like a beautiful liar.
I was the house troubled by fire,
you were the priceless thing -
in the attic of desire.
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911 to Orson Welles
04:02
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Eclipse
05:50
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Stay, don’t go,
grace is a lover undressing the soul.
And I’ll wait here for her tomorrow
where sunlight hides behind the moon.
I long to confess with her hands to my chest
all my sorrows fall into you.
God, you feel like an eclipse,
where I get so in-ar-tic-u-late,
and the words just cling to my lips,
I guess that makes two of us?
Does that makes two of us?
Faith, into hope,
love lies down between them both.
And I’ll wait here for her tomorrow
where sunlight hides behind the moon.
I long to confess with your mouth to my lips
my transgressions fall into you.
God, you feel like an eclipse,
where I get so in-ar-tic-u-late,
and the words cling to my lips.
Does that makes two of us?
Does that makes two of us?
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It's ok Joe
you'll get it right the next time around
don’t let it bring you down…
so you shot the rocket ship a little left of mars
calculating inches to the nearest star.
Don't forget the glory days
we beat the russians to the moon
and not a second too soon
not a second too soon…
so we lost our crown
to the information age
with all the glam and glitter
there for outer space….
It's ok… joe
what's a million trillion dollars for?
This one goes out
to the hubble telescope…
and all the mars
lunar lander probes
with the grounded shuttle fleets
beneath cape canaveral's stars
like all those laid off workers
in the detroit bars
(with their gm cars)
It's ok… joe
what's a million trillion dollars for?
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A Russian Murder Ballad
05:25
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In the evening she kisses the earth
as she kneels down to pray
And her sorrows are all that are pure
as silence becomes language
He is a man bent on his rage
with the passion that burns him
too close to the skin
A flame that ignites to a brilliant mistake
and his conscience is all that is left
there without stain
I am Alyosha in a room full of souls
give me your sorrow i’ll give you my hope
faith, love, longing and joy
and i'll be your angel with with the face of a boy
The sins of the father run blood red with wine
"Grushenka my darling" the old man still cries
Brother you murdered your soul with your mind
dissect all the parts to the whole
where the whole leaves you blind
And I am Alyosha in a room full of souls
give me your sorrow i will give you my joy
there is not one that heaven can't hold
and i'll be your angel in earth colored clothes
Who by fate or fire's dim light
took from Karamazov
the end of his life?
There by the rope
hangs the end of his curse
the son of a sensualist by idiot's birth
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Robert Deeble Seattle, Washington
"Beautiful music for the sake of beautiful music" Seattle Weekly
"Deeble's authentic lyrics, along with stunning instrumental arrangements, make this album one of his strongest"
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"Few of his albums are more intimately honest than Heart like Feathers..." Stereo Inversion
"I'm not sure I'd want to start rowing toward a deserted island without it." BLURT (9 out of 10 Stars)
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