Ivan Ruyle, Brent Busby, and Ferrill Gibbs

Ivan Ruyle, Brent Busby, and Ferrill Gibbs

Opposite of This

There’ll be no looking back

Diving into the black

I’m in love with always falling

From the world that’s always calling

me back

 

Playing the new kid role

With the punches I roll

If I could leave this town behind

I’d take a hole right down to China

And be gone

 

Your stomach is

All you have to lose

 

Take you a world away

Where every night is day

Where the creatures of the deep

Come and play down at our feet

as we drift away

 

Fall with me and you’ll see

Fall with me you’ll believe

There are things in this world

Bigger than a boy and girl could ever

Make believe

 

I want to take you to the opposite

To the opposite of this…

Now let me take you to the opposite –

To the opposite of this…

 

Now let me take you to the opposite

To the opposite of this

I wanna take you to the opposite

To the opposite of this

Now let me take you to the opposite

To the opposite of this

T-T-T-take you to the opposite

To the opposite of this

 

Chevy

Look at my mama

They ran her out of town

Dad tried to stand for us

We took it lying down

 

I’m in the backseat of a

A junky Chevrolet

I know I could show them love

I don’t have much to say

 

Think of my good friends:

That thinking takes me home

Kids here don’t get me

They make me eat alone

 

I can handle lonely

I can handle being new

Can’t be expected

To let them handle you

 

I’m in the backseat of a

A junky Chevrolet

I know I could show them love

I don’t have much to say

 

I’m in the backseat of a

A junky Chevrolet

I tell you I will not come

You take me anyway…

 

Sometimes at night to fall asleep

I think about a hole so deep

That if I thought of falling in

I feel I’d fall from this world’s end…

And down to Russia

Maybe to China

Actually from Alabama

You go down to the Indian Ocean

You’re only there for one quick motion

Flip around and fall back through

Up through the core and the crust you’d spew

Up from the hole and

Back into bed

Some folks count sheep

I fall instead

Ooh some folks count sheep

I fall instead

Ooh some folks count sheep

I’m here instead.

 

I’m in the back of a

(I’m in the backseat of a)

I’m in the back of a

(A junky Chevrolet)

I’m in the back of a

(I tell you I will not come)

I’m in the back of a

(You take me anyway)

I’m in the back of a

(back in the backseat of a)

I’m in the back of a

(I don’t know what to say)

I’m in the back of a

(Back in the backseat of a)

I’m in the back of a

 

Sew Me Up

 

Hopeless in your hands again

A fluffy animal from some bargain bin

If you sew me up I will let you in

Wound up tighter than a mandolin

 

I know, I lie

And at the end of this life

I will have to ‘pologize

I just have a rhythm to keep

If I close both of my eyes

Do you think I could make you disappear

So I could face the day

In some 1950’s kind of way?

 

Constantly in search of sin

I can repent if I get too dug in

Lift a finger to the establishment

Oooh, if they want in my head they can pay me rent

 

Don’t worry – I’m trying

If I go bump in the night

I will always see you smile

I guess what I’m trying to say-

 

If I rub on both my eyes

Do you think I could make you reappear?

So I can face the day?

Ooh

In some 1990’s kind of way?

When the news had nothing good to say?

And our rock was bleached, and our denim grayed-

Guess I had it made

Underworked and overpaid

Oooh, guess I had it made

Underworked and overpaid

 

Well Enough Alone

 

I like to lay my chips

Down on black or red

Spinning the wheel

To try to get ahead

 

And I have known how it feels

To come home to you

Empty handed

You:

And you had flowers in the vase…

What could I say to your extraordinary face?

 

I’ll leave well enough alone

Oh won’t you leave me to my ordinary

I’d give everything I own

Oh to be living out my

ordinary life…

 

Some people pass the pipe and

Some smoke cigarettes and

Some may stick needles in them

Like liquid bayonets and

 

I have known how it feels

To be so high on a Tuesday night

With you

And with nothing in my veins -

Nothing but the rhythm

Of your heart against the rain – there’s nothing left to say

 

I’ll leave well enough alone

Oh won’t you leave me to my ordinary

I’d give everything I own

Oh to be living out my

Ordinary life…

 

I know that I get restless

And that I play the heel

But it’s you who makes me breathless

And not this hamster wheel, oh

I’ll leave well enough alone

Oh won’t you leave me to my ordinary

I’d give everything I own

Oh to be living out my ordinary

Oh it’s my kingdom, it’s my home

Oh to be living out my ordinary

liiiiiiiife…

 

Weedy

 

I’m a devil with a tuft of curls up in a pompadour and

Five foot two

A prick picking a tiff, a midget pitching a fit

The middle digit I lift in high salute –

No need to flex or throw a punch,

‘cause nothing dominates you

 

Like the flexing of the muscles

In my tongue

 

Gotta give it to the voice inside my head

Who tells me that I’m a riot

Sticking fingers deep inside my ears

No way to ever keep him quiet

He’s always keeping me close by

By the rope I’m hung

 

‘Cause nothing dominates you

Like the flexing of the muscles

In the tongue

 

Soon as the voices sing it dolce in my head

Their harmonies marshmallow sweet

This secret I keep in a box beneath my bed

Unhinges some…

 

…there go the muscles in my tongue

 

Ooh

 

Here’s a devil with a tuft of curls up in a pompadour

I owe by you

A quick hitch of your britches, kid

I’ve got the twitches, kid

The ripped stitches sing my tune

Behold the weak they turn and run

‘Cause nothing dominates you

Nothing dominates you

 

Nothing dominates you like the

Flexing of the muscles

In my tongue

Oh yeah

Oh yeah

 

Yo-Yos With No Strings

 

If you only knew the hole that I was in

Would you leap for me? And join this descent?

 

Twisted around, but falling into

The pieces of me, into the pieces of you

 

Falling down is flying for those of us

Who have no wings -

The Yo-Yos with no strings.

 

If you fall for me, I’ll fall with you to

The remains of a world

Custom made for two

 

Take me to my knees

Then down to the sky

Then up to the sea

In the wink of an eye

 

Falling down is flying for those of us

Who have no wings

The Yo-Yos with no strings

 

Falling down is flying for those of us

Who have no wings

The Yo-Yos with no strings

 

And when it gets too real

With my hand over my heart over my heels

…too real

With my hand over my heart over my heels

 

I won’t go down a wounded soldier

With this town upon my shoulders

I won’t go down a wounded soldier

I won’t go down down down down down

I won’t go down a wounded soldier

I won’t go down

 

Circles

 

Have you ever seen the sun set

Falling at 20,000 feet?

As you walk upon the air?

You can pull the cord

If you get scared…

 

Making circles in an airplane

We laugh and leave it all behind

The world below on fire

But the stars above us nice and bright

 

Jump, here

Yeah you

Then me into the fire

Your hand in mine

Taking chances as we

 

Circle – higher in your airplane

Then dispatching – yeah we’re dispatching

I could not feel any lighter

With your arms around me nice and tight

 

Jump, here

Yeah you

Then me into the fire

Your hand in mine

All wrapped in our desire

Jump, here

Yeah you

Then me into the fire

Our hands held high

Taking chances as we

 

Slip, slip, slipping down

Like two water droplets

Drumming to the ground

As sweet…

As sweet…

As chocolate

 

Jump, here

Yeah you

Then me into the fire

Our hands held high

All wrapped in our desire

Jump, here

Yeah you

Then me into the fire

Our hands intertwined

Taking chances as we’re

 

Slip, slip, slipping down

Like two water droplets

Drumming to the ground