They Fly Around


 

 

 

They Fly Around is nothing short of a true pop masterwork” [JAM Magazine review, Orlando, FL]

 

They fly around

They fly around, backcountry streets
Red pickup trucks and Chevy RV's
to the citizens of earth, they are a tease
They fly around

No you won't see them appear on the news
They don't advertise, they flatly refuse
The dedicated believers mostly agree
To hear them tell the tale
They're thicker than thieves
Thicker than thieves

They fly around, they fly around
They fly around
Round, round

They've gagged and bound Hector and Mabel
Probed and monitored stuck on a table
They look up places, whenever they're able
They fly around

Kidnapping people in alleys, on farms
Their very persistent, those men from mars
These close encounters of bruises and scars
Is this what it means to reach for the stars
Reach for the stars
They fly around


Words and music: Stephen Dees
Copyright © 1997 SLD Music/BMI


Pretty, Pretty Dr. Smith

The worlds become the strangest place these days
I'm off my nut you see
Claustrophobia from all the crap they're selling on TV

In school when I was young, I'd sneak into the auditorium
And bang upon my kettledrum

And when I'm lost in space and life is just a bitch
I remember what she said, pretty, pretty Dr. Smith
And when I came of age to compromise an itch
I remember what she said
Pretty, pretty Dr. Smith

The turning of the screw can loosen parts you never knew you had
Sitting in a park can make you glad when you are feeling bad

In school when I was young, I'd sneak into the auditorium
And bang upon my kettledrum

And when I'm lost in space and life is just a bitch
I remember what she said, pretty, pretty Dr. Smith
And when I came of age to compromise an itch
I remember what she said
Pretty, pretty Dr. Smith

And when I dream in green a lady floating out my window there
I find a place inside myself, I think my soul is buried here

And when I come undone, I slip back to the auditorium
And bang upon my kettledrum

And when I'm lost in space and life is just a bitch
I remember what she said, pretty, pretty Dr. Smith
And when I came of age to compromise an itch
I remember what she said
Pretty, pretty Dr. Smith


Words and Music By: Stephen Dees
Copyright ©1998 SLD Music/BMI


Nobody Likes Me

I can't pay the rent; I live out on the streets
Got old platic bags, tied around my feet
I don't mind
Nobody likes me
Got no expectations, nothin' to lose
Got a box down the alley where I sleep on the news
I don't care
Nobody likes me
People they stare, but they just don't see
There's a stench in the air
My god is that me, I don't mind
Nobody likes me
Sometimes I get soup on down at the mission
Even losers' go to heaven, they say cause he has risen
I don't care
Nobody likes me


Words & Music By: Stephen Dees
Copyright © 1998 SLD Music



Electric chair
What ever happened to compassion
Whatever happened to lets work it out
Whatever happened to gods' mercy
Whatever happened I know I'm checking out
See me there in my electric chair
Show me the way cause, I don't know
Whatever happened to my childhood
Whatever happened to the lessons learned in school
Whatever happened to some understanding
Whatever happened to that golden rule
See me there in my electric chair
Show me the way cause, I don't know
It's almost time, my shoes are shined, my new suit fits just right
My last rites read, they've shaved my head
Cause I'm, going out tonight, going out tonight, going out
Come see me there, see me there
Whatever happened to due process
Whatever happened to my right to fight
Whatever happened to my freedom
Whatever happened I'm gonna burn tonight
See me there in my electric chair
Show me the way cause, I don't know
(Repeat chorus)

 

Words and music by: Stephen Dees & John Sylvia
Copyright © 1997 SLD Music/BM


Good Mothers are like the Sun


Morning breaking, mother waking
She's there in the kitchen baking bread
Good mothers are like the sun
Wake up baby, it's time now to get out of bed
And greet the new day, it's time to play
That's what she'd say
Good mothers are like the sun
How do they manage?
Hour by hour, they have the power
They heal the sick
They know every trick in the book
No concern for what they need
They give all to us
Up with the dawn, they carry on
Good mothers are like the sun
When we have grown, she'll carry on
Good mothers are like the sun
Good mothers are like the sun

Written by Lucy West and Stephen Dees
Copyright © 1997 SLD Music/BMI

 


Tangerine


Get into our car and drive
Head out on route 95
See the show before its past
All the colors in the west

As we look up to the skies
Sometimes we dream we can fly
And I don't mind

Tangerine, set my spirit free
Tangerine, set my spirit free
Tangerine

Gazing through the looking glass
It's time now we remove our mask
Beware the bears in the wood
They won't do us any good

Something's we know somehow
Find light serene in the clouds
Here and now

Tangerine, set my spirit free
Tangerine, set my spirit free
Tangerine

Words and music: Stephen Dees
Copyright ©1998 SLD Music/BMI


Voices Sound the Call

When my day has come and gone, I'm ready for my rest
I dim the lights, I say my prayers, I lay upon my bed
I close my eyes, I spread my wings
I hear a voice, it beckons me

Voices sound the call, I hear my name
Get up out of bed and feed your brain
Voices sound the call, I hear my name
Get up out of bed and feed your brain

Between the point of conscious thought
Waiting for some dream
Something grabs me by the neck
I wake up to a scream
The egg is hatched, the die is cast
I won't sleep now I can't turn back

Voices sound the call, I hear my name
Get up out of bed and feed your brain
Voices sound the call, I hear my name
Get up out of bed and feed your brain

Your in my heart, your in my head
You're on the wall, under my bed
From without you come within the voices, voices

Voices sound the call, I hear my name
Get up out of bed and feed your brain
Voices sound the call, I hear my name
Get up out of bed and feed your brain

When my day has come and gone
I'm ready for my rest

Words and Music: Stephen Dees
Copyright © 1997 SLD Music/BMI


Yippie-yi-yo-ky-ye

What is this, another war, going on somewhere
It's hard to believe but it's true
There's been weapons drawn, children harmed, wanton destruction
Is there hope for the innocent few
The insanity, it rains, down on us like thunder
Will we ever learn from our past, that intolerance, and prejudice, leads to nowhere
It's nowhere we're going to fast

When we lay down our guns, refuse to fight
Know what is wrong, do what is right
When all men are free, you'll hear me say

Yippie-yi-o-ky-ye, yippie-yi-o-ky-ye

We've got republicans and democrats, spinning their logic
A web of power and greed
It's a smoke screen of promises and rhetoric
Promises they never seem to keep
Tell me why, should a few, be imposing their will on a nation so diverse and unique
A little each day, our freedom slips away
What's become of our liberty?

When we put aside our pride and our arrogant stance
Ignore those bureaucrats; come out of our trance
When we reach for the light, you'll hear me say

Yippie-yi-o-ky-ye, yippie-yi-o-ky-ye

Can you hear mother earth crying out to her children?
It's time to hear the call and receive
How can anyone, refuse to acknowledge the miracle of life its a mystery
There's a common thread that binds us and holds us together
Open your eyes believe
If we bring the walls down, maybe we'll come around
That would be something to see

When we humble ourselves and reach for a hand
Honor each other, together we'll stand
When we open our hearts, you'll hear me say

Yippie-yi-o-ky-ye, yippie-yi-o-ky-ye

Words and Music By: Stephen Dees
Copyright © 1997 SLD Music/BMI


Rae Dawn Chong ("Quest for Fire")

Here I am walking across the plain
Running through some jungle, calling out her name
Most of my life, hiding in a cave
Learning to behave, standing in the rain
Then she came, I became, the man I am
Rae Dawn showed me her world

Turn on Rae Dawn, turning on Rae Dawn Chong
Turn on Rae Dawn, turning on Rae Dawn Chong

Here I stand captured by your tribe
Will I stay alive?
Can our love survive?
Laughing people mud upon their face
I look so out of place, They put me in a cage
They took my seed, then gave me their fire
But Rae Dawn you take me higher

Turn on Rae Dawn, turning on Rae Dawn Chong
Turn on Rae Dawn, turning on Rae Dawn Chong

Here we are gazing at the moon
We've become as one, child inside your womb
Evolution destiny or fate, I can only say you've become my mate
We are the reason life will go on
Rae Dawn you are my world

Turn on Rae Dawn, turning on Rae Dawn Chong
Turn on Rae Dawn, turning on Rae Dawn Chong

You turn me around, down on the ground
You made me see, you're my missionary

Words and music by: Stephen Dees
Copyright © 1997 SLD Music/BMI


Whenever You Walk By

Every time that you appear
I can hear violins play
Whenever you walk by

Seems as if I'm on some cloud
No my feet don't touch the ground
Whenever you walk by

Oh I, get lost inside your keep
Oh my, I am falling, yes I'm falling
Falling much too deep

Seems as if I'm on some cloud
No my feet don't touch the ground
Whenever you walk by

Every time that you appear
I can hear violins play
Whenever you walk by
Oh my, whenever you walk by


Words and Music By: Stephen Dees
Copyright © 1997 SLD Music/BMI


The Color of Rain


Tiny little wishes like raindrops fall, upon my windowsill
I pick them up, to give me luck
Toss them to the wind
Moments turn to hours; I'm lost inside your joy
A light inside me towers
A man becomes a boy

Fall in shades of gray
The color of rain
Disappear upon my pane
The color of rain

Am I awake or sleeping, in my veil of dreams
Silver mist upon me, takes me to my peace
Hidden streams and valleys
Beckon to my heart
My eyes compose the picture
the rain controls my thoughts

Fall in shades of gray
The color of rain
Disappear upon my pane
The color of rain


Words and music by: Stephen Dees
Copyright ©1997 SLD Music/BMI


Sorry for the Delay


Sorry for the delay, I'm so sorry for the delay

I don't know the latest dance; I don't care about those pants
No victim of the circumstance, and I'm sorry, for the delay

I'm too late its ten till six, I don't like your bag of tricks
Funny way to get your kicks, and I'm sorry, for the delay

People all around this town are sleeping in the dirt
Countless souls have lost their way
Forgotten what their worth
Do you know them, do you care
Do you know them, do you care
Do you know them, do you know them, know them

Excuse me if I act so dumb, I don't know where I'm coming from
I'll just sit and drink my rum, and I'm sorry

You know by now I'm made this way, this young man you cannot change
I don't know how to behave, and I'm sorry, for the delay

I'm so sorry, for the delay

[Chorus out]


Words and music by: Stephen Dees
Copyright ©SLD Music/BMI


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