the lonetones

Dumbing It All Down 
(Steph Gunnoe) 

Same old fantasies 
Everybody reads 
There’s only saints and sinners and rules 
Everybody’s fooled 

It’s overrated in the end 
Reigning, reigning, reigning ourselves in     
It’s too hard to, to say how 
We’re dumb, dumb, dumbing, dumbing it all down     
Dumbing it all down,    dumbing it all down 
Dumbing it all down 

Same kind of setting free 
Everybody needs 
Just rehabilitation, the drug 
Everybody loves 

Chorus 

There is no time to fight 
Everybody’s right 
There’s only saints and sinners and sides 
Everybody hides 

Chorus

Depressed Area USA  
(Steph Gunnoe) 

I know it hurt us so 
Learned about our squalor from a TV show 
Holler girl, if they come 
They like mud on our face when they take our picture, hon 
They like mud on our face when they take our picture, hon 

It’s not really hard to put it on 
Walter Cronkite’s come to show us off 

That’s the way it is Kentucky 
That’s the way it is 
Everybody leaves here muddy 
That’s the way it is 

We gave em pause, a favorite cause         
We’re the wild poster-child they once lost 
Wait to smile till they go 
They’ve got love in their hearts when they make their tv show 

It don’t really feel that bad 
But we made Walter Cronkite sad so 

That’s the way it is , Kentucky… 

I knew you all before it aired 
Better than how your characters fared 
You can’t be mad when I sell 
All these priceless old things you won’t keep for yourself  
All these priceless old things you won’t keep for yourself  
     
It don’t really feel that bad 
But we made Walter Cronkite sad so 

That’s the way it is , Kentucky…         
-Solo-  
That’s the way it is , Kentucky… (2X) 

I know it hurt us so 
Learned about our squalor from a tv show

I Will Do Anything
(Sean McCollough) 

Point of view 
Me and you 
Words only get in the way 
Words don’t have too much to say 

Tell me what you’re seein’ 
Tell me what you’re feelin’ 
Tell me what you’re dreamin’ 

  
Cause I would do anything 
I will do anything 
I will do anything 
I will do anything  
For you to see me  

Fight or flight 
Think I might 
Pour out my heart anyway 
Got nothin’ safe left to say 

Tell me what you’re seein’ 
Tell me what you’re feelin’ 
Tell me what you’re dreamin’ 

  
Cause I would do anything 
I would do anything 
I would do anything 
I would do anything for you 
For you to see me  

Thick or thin 
Pierce the skin 
I Swing from the wrecking ball chain 
Over and over again  

Don't tell me what you’re seein’ 
Don't tell me what you’re feelin’ 
Don't tell me what you’re dreamin’ 

Cause I would do anything 
I will do anything 
I will do anything 
I will do anything for you 
For you to see me 

Tiny Trees 
(Steph Gunnoe) 

Picture this… a childhood fueling all my wildness 
If I could… join you, join you in those adult woods 
Those great adult woods 
Those great adult woods 

Get along like a fox in the suburban dawn 
Don’t look at me, I’m so bare in these tiny trees 
Let it start, ain’t no way not to break 
Not to break, not to break, not to break my heart 

Feature this… your light highlights my hiddenness 
Shut the door… feel the dreams and fight your civil wars 
Your old civil wars 
Your old civil wars 

First things first… show up newborn at our baby’s birth 
Hard things last… heel-drug, heavy from the days gone past 
Days gone past 
Days gone past

Mr. Rock 'n Roll 
(Sean McCollough) 

Hey Mr. Rock ‘n Roll, who can you be? 
You stand up there blowin’ us away with your poetry 
Hey Mr. Rock ‘n Roll, does it feel right? 
Is it the darkness that makes you burn so bright? 

Sometimes I feel you crying help me please, and I say 
You taught me more than you’ll ever know 
Sometimes I feel I’m crawling on my knees, and I say 
You taught me more than you’ll ever know 

Hey Mr. Dynamite, with all your sexy moves 
Are you freewheelin’ or just stuck in those grooves 
Hey Mr. Out of Sight, entourage in tow 
Is this the real deal or just one hell of a show? 

    Chorus 

Instrumental Verse 

Hey Mr. Rock ‘n Roll, shackled to the storm 
I wanna free you, I wanna be you…. 

Chorus

Of Course 
(Steph Gunnoe) 

We don’t know  
Born without the word hello 
Die with no good way to say good-bye 

In retrospect 
I been stranded by my intellect 
An island with no concept 
Of good-bye 

And, of course, it feels bad 
Giving back the things 
And, of course, it feels bad 
Giving back the things 
We never had 

I’ve come along 
I took a look and wrote a song 
But I don’t know the way to say good-bye 

We sense the pain 
Bereft, we left there like a train 
Running to a place with no good-byes 

And, of course….. 

You don’t know 
Never heard the word hello 
But Mama, how you cry to hear good-bye 

And, of course, I can’t lie 
It’s always been, it’s always been good 
And, of course, I can’t lie 
It’s always been, it’s always been good-bye

Poor For My Art 
(Sean McCollough) 

Tongue tied and tired        
Poor for my art          
Please be careful          
With my heart              

Self medicated          
Drowning in fools     
It ain’t nothin’              
But the rules             

Tangled and twisted         
These narrative lines     
There’s no directions      
In these designs 

No wide-angle lenses     
To capture my soul         
If you’ll still have me         
I’ll take the role      

When I Roam 
(Steph Gunnoe) 

When I call home 
I don’t say where I’m calling from 
Cause when I’m gone 
They charge me more         
They charge me more 
When I roam (4X) 

I’m just sitting in on different classes 
Stealing, stealing all their reading lists 
Yes,     yes I kept your syllabus 
And I will get to it, get to it real soon 

Well I’m no fool 
I know there isn’t any left 
Of those old schools 
If all else fails, if all else fails  
Ride the rails (4X) 

We don’t come back 
From going all Jack Kerouac 
But if I can,  
I will stop by, I will drop by 
I’m your man (4X) 

Bathed in Blue 
(Sean McCollough) 

Naked in the spotlight, bathed in blue     
I’ve been waiting, I’ve been waiting all my life for you 
To take this broken arrow, shoot it straight and true 
But I’m still waiting, and I’m bathed in blue 

Balance tips, press my lips to the microphone 
And I struggle to release this feckless baritone 
And it crumbles into echoes when I start to sing 
Cause I’ve been waiting on the wrong damn thing 

Pretty eyes… sympathize 
Heavy lids, don’t wake the kids 
Steady hand, I wanna be your man 
And take you to the promised land 

Standing with my heart out on this crowded stage 
I see my lone reflection on this empty page 
Sweat beads heavy on my brow like evening dew 
And I’m wasted, and I’m bathed in blue 

Pretty eyes… sympathize 
Heavy lids, don’t wake the kids 
Steady hand, I wanna be your man 
And take you to the promised land

Innocent Again 
(Steph Gunnoe) 

I’m innocent again      
Such the minor sin 
Born to grow, born to grow, born to grow         
Let me go, let me go  
Let me go, let me go  
Cause there ain’t no cure for growin’  
Cause there ain’t no cure for growin’ 
I’m stunning in a way 
I can’t even say 
It’s bound to show, bound to show, bound to show      
Let me go, let me go…  
I’m back to being pure     
One thing is for sure 
I’m a baby, such a baby, I’m a baby 
Let me go, let me go… 

Sweet Sinners 
(Sean McCollough) 

Sweet sinners in the middle of life, in the middle of death 
Sweet sinners in the middle of life, in the middle of death 
Still tryin’ to catch our breath                     
Ain’t worked it all out just yet, yet, yet, yeah, yeah, yeah… 

Sweet sinners are tryin’ to get it right 
Sweet sinners are tryin’ to get it right, right, right     
Unlettered or erudite 
Let loose or hold on tight, tight, tight…..tight 
A ooo… yeah…  

Sweet sinners are lookin’ for some love 
Sweet sinners are just lookin’ for a little love, love, love 
Just hoping to feel that rush 
Or even a tender touch, touch touch…..touch 
A ooo… yeah… 

Sweet sinners longing for release, release 
Sweet sinners are begging for release 
We’re all dying to feel at ease 
We’re all trying to make our peace, peace 
A ooo… yeah… 

Too Much Space 
(Sean McCollough) 

Everything’s got to be bigger  
Everything’s got to be bigger  
Everything’s got to be bigger than big 

Everything’s got to be louder 
Everything’s got to be louder 
Everything’s got to be louder than loud 
You’re taking up too much space 

Taking up too much space 
Taking up too much space for both you and me 
You got the whole world on your shoulders 

The whole world on your shoulders 
The whole world, the whole world on your shoulders 
And it’s heavier than heavy It’s heavier than heavy 
It’s bigger and louder than life 

You’re taking up too much space… 
And your heart is always broken 

Your heart is always broken 
And every word is spoken 
But the ones that matter most 

You’re taking up too much space… 

Life of the Mind 
(Steph Gunnoe) 
     
Riding around on the surface 
Riding around I get the feeling 
This is a world that never dreams for us 
Up in the world I get the feeling     

Life of the mind gonna be a good thing 
Life of the mind’s gonna be our thing 
Life of the mind gonna be a good thing          
Life of the the mind’s gonna be a thing 

We knew right away we’d wanna go deep 
Up in the world you get the feeling 
Too many things that we cannot keep 
Up in the world we get the feeling 
   Life of the mind gonna be a good thing… 

Typewriter days gonna be so rich 
Making a world with our fingertips 
Making a world is a great escape 
Making a world out of books and tapes 
     Life of the mind gonna be a good thing…