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by Stephen Simmons

Gall 04:16
GALL From the family farm, to the factory floors To working part-time, in the superstores They say go to school, they say get a job They gotta lotta rules, they gotta lotta gall On Colonial Street, nineteen Seventy Three I came into this world, Woodbury, Tennessee Under the smoke and the hue, from the Shirt Factory flutes Where my Grandparents worked, by the old Grammar School Third Treaty of Tellico, eighteen O’ Five Settlers took this land, from the Cherokee Tribe So a Scotch-Irish kid, could dig up and arrowhead Play Cowboys and Indians, bang you’re dead I was outta town, when I got the news Grandpa had passed, weren’t nuthin' they could do I tried to hurry home, for the rifle salute Full Military funeral, a thank you for World War II They say Jesus came down, was a big affair Everybody was talking, out on the Roman Square After he went back home, forty years they talked Till somebody wrote it down, or the best they could recall Then the Church weighed in, on all the words passin' round St. Peter was in, St. Thomas was out A Canon was formed, Holy Spirit they saw You gotta have some rules, you gotta have some gall Now it's the 21st Century, we can fly to Mars We can dance on the Moon, we can number the stars We could blow up the Earth, we got those kinda balls We got that kind of knowledge, we got allota gall So I got many jobs, I went to many schools I played my guitar, I broke all of their rules How much I couldn't give a damn, man would drop your jaw I’m proud of who I am, I gotta lotta gall words & music by Stephen Simmons /SESAC/Shiny Geode Music copyright secured / all rights reserved
DEATH TO THE DREAMERS As the crowd chants “Death to the Dreamers!” I sit out on the porch with the beautiful schemers Hey we're all a little buzzed But we don’t make too much fuss As the crowd chants “Death to the Dreamers!” And the Bishops claim to lead all the true Believers Someone shouts from the porch “Hey you’re just Deceivers!” Hey when to you did God entrust? And your claims are blasphemous Still the Bishops claim all the true Believers And the working man hails the Teamsters Plant Foreman - Chicken-little Cries like he’s chased by screaming little demons Greed feeds on trust Takes a mountain down to dust As the Blue Collars all hail the Teamsters And the Soldiers must follow their leaders Hey freedom’s not free for the free bleeders Congress waves the flag But they hide behind it when it snags On their coffin’s dirty nail on order from their leaders All the suits are delirious with a rabid fever And you’ll catch it too if you pull that lever Cogs are filled with devious rust So they grease it with our blood But it fuels our American fever As the crowd chants “Death to the Dreamers!” Hey the world’s burning down and they’re still dreaming Hey World pay some attention to us Aren’t we all tired of their self-righteous tongues? As the crowd chants “Death to the Dreamers!” Words and Music by Stephen Simmons / Shiny Geode Music / SESAC all rights reserved
BURNT ORANGE AND BRUISED PURPLE The sky was burnt orange Full of bruised purple clouds Her plane took to the sky That last Spring she was in town Taking her far away Leaving all kinds of regret That cut a mighty river Right through bone inside my head She went her own way and I went mine We both second guess it all the time Been living inside my head And she just woke me up I knew that I would miss her But I didn’t know how much She's turned on lights I didn't know were in this ole house And now she's gone and they creak and wail Like there's ghosts all about And don't look under the bed Some things ain’t dead I gotta buzz this evening The whiskey here is really strong Nice barmaids behind the counter They say they like my songs Storm cloud’s moving in Waiting to explode Know how the weather feels Felt it all day long down in my soul And I gotta kite and I'm waiting for the lightning Racing for new knowledge and new sight It's true I learned these chords On a dead man's guitar True that I was born With a lonesome wandering heart Every song has to end Every fever has to break To question ain't a sin Only so much we can take And I don't know what happens next I suppose till my last days I'll be vexed So wherever you are tonight Wherever you've been today Wherever you go from here You know my love for you will stay It seems you're lost You can't find your way back You know you can call my name And I’ll come runnin' down them tracks My love don't care that your his Love ain't nobody's, it just is Sky was burnt orange and full of bruised purple clouds Her plane took to the sky That last Spring she was in town music and lyrics by Stephen Simmons / SESAC/Shiny Geode Music / copyright secured / all rights reserved
MICROPHONE IN MY FACE There’s a microphone in my face tonight Recording everything I say wrong or right Did I love that girl? Did she look my way? Did we roll under the covers? Is she here to stay? Sue me if I have a few drinks and go to far It’s just my nature never meant no harm from the start Could you go home with me? Could we have us a time? Would you be here with me? When I open my eyes? Sometimes late night when I’m all alone Praying to my God or the only one I know Pray how you want, love how you are Just show respect, just have a heart I wear a mask of flesh, bone and skin A vessel for my soul, a suite to wear while I’m here A heart that beats outta time, two eagle eyes One bad knee and a tongue that won’t mind There’s a microphone in my face tonight Any words I said can not not be denied It ain’t a song, until there’s a chorus We all love to sing along, so whatever you do don’t bore us Chorus: Sky blue and no clouds Mind true and no doubts Sleep tight and don’t wake from your dreams Good always wins and you’re free words and music by Stephen Simmons / Shiny Geode Music / SESAC / all rights reserved
ACROBATS TONIGHT (STILL) Chorus: All the girls look like acrobats tonight The beer keg's all tapped out and cops ain't nowhere in sight I ain't got a nickel and I ain't got a lousy dime But all the girls look like acrobats tonight ~~~ A forty year old man Drinking wine out of a box Eating TV dinners with holes all in his socks Still can love someone A fifty year old divorce' With a new found love for pot Missing her little girl who'd rather live with her Pop Still can love someone Bridge: Still as the water Even as the World she turns Constant as the calling As the Cosmos continues to churn And the Stars all continue to burn ~~~ The Sparrows stopped singing as the Blackbird calls return After every fresh rain They get all the worms As the Sparrows hide and wait for Spring's return The Wolf and the Muse are both at the door Whom do I feed first? When I ain't got no more When the wolf and the muse are both at the door Chorus Your a glass of sweet tea and butter on a roll I'm a crushed out old cigarette And the whiskey bottle's last toke But you're as smooth as butter on a roll Evening Sun sets through the window of an old Missouri bar I've been here before And sang I smiled with my old guitar With another love on my arm Chorus She came in a runnin’ through the front door hair all on fire Few snoot full’s a whiskey And her fears did all subside Walked out the back door as the night owls conspired Man in the Moon is frowning cause he stayed up all night Sun tells him to move on over As he burns hot and bright And all the girls look like acrobats tonight Chorus Words and Music by Stephen Simmons / Shiny Geode Music / SESAC all rights reserved
U & I 03:14
U & I You and I should know What it is that's proposed It’s not like I like you or that you like me But I need you and you need me Where do you get off with such nerve The thoughts in your head i've heard You think you know it all and I think that I know more That’s the reason I’m banging on your door Chorus: What is it that makes us tick? Is there a medicine for this sickness? Or is this just it? I beg of you, I implore You self-centered men just ignore Why am I out here talkin like such a fool? But I ain't gonna answer to you I’ve taken my shots at you I kept score Puttin' you down just made you bigger than before You and I we got to share this little mind Will we ever make peace while there's still time? Chorus Lyrics and music by Stephen Simmons all rights reserved / copyright secured
I LOVE YOU, BUT I’M SCARED OF YOU Strap me on the side of a rocket baby Blast my ass right into space Engrave my initials on your locket Go with me all the way Chorus: Oh I know that you really don’t know How to get outta the way I know it’s true cause of the things you do Scream “I love you, but I’m scared of you” Put me down on a piece of paper Draw me anyway you like Sketch into me what you’d like to see And make me better, if you think that it might Chorus Bridge: You know that I’m scared too But I’m in love with you But I’ll leave without a clue If you want me to Write me into a song now baby Sing my spirit away Just pull me out when no one’s around And turn the knob up all the way Or just slap me on a biscuit baby Spread me like butter in jam As I melt in your mouth you’ll find out I taste the same, I am what I am Chorus I’m in love with you And I get scared too Oh but I’m through Running from you -words and music by Stephen Simmons / Shiny Geode Music / SESAC
SPACE BETWEEN THE STARS The space between the stars Like the space between our hearts Distant and cold Dark matter no one knows Like sunlight hits the top of a hill Like truth slowly revealed Unveils a rattlesnake heart Under a Lion’s proud garb There’s a code in our souls Not DNA not bone Can’t explain the art But we bare it’s mark You love on one hand And with the other you do harm Half step up and four steps back Till the train disappears on the tracks Born under a bad star Free will only goes so far So you bitch, cry and moan As if the cosmos cares to know Chorus I don’t want you to cry We never truly die Were only in a vessel A human disguise words and music by Stephen Simmons / Shiny Geode Music / SESAC
There You Go 03:09
THERE YOU GO There you go You’re gone again To where I don’t know But you’ll be back again There you go You’re gone again You can pretend I suppose But I suspect you can’t stand your own skin Chorus: You tore a big ole leaf from a big ole tree I saw you hiding behind it on the front porch swing And baby do you think it’ll ever grow back again Big enough to hide you when You go again There you go You’re gone again And I propose That I should give up trying to win Cause there you go Just like the wind And man I don’t know How many times we can let you back in again Chorus When I was young I’m told My imaginary friend Went everywhere I’d go And he’s been with me since So I was not alone On Colonial Street my friend Now that house ain’t home And the school’s gone I went to then Chorus Words and music by Stephen Simmons / Shiny Geode Music / SESAC ©Copyright secured, all rights reserved
WHEN THE WINE’S ALL GONE Chorus: When the wine’s all gone we’ll drink whiskey When the whiskey’s all gone we’ll smoke grass When the grass’s all gone we'll take off all our clothes And dance around the town naked and stoned I hailed myself a cab to Clarksville Drank all the way on rented wheels I didn’t know a soul and the bars were all closed Stuck out my broke thumb and headed home Chorus The highway is really a rainbow Full of different colors and promised gold It’s up to you which road you choose Life rewards those that always move Chorus We’ll dance like the woman in the red dress Who doesn’t care there’s a tear in her hose We’ll dance like the good times and the good cheer WIll forever and ever always flow Chorus Words and Music by Stephen Simmons / Shiny Geode Music / SESAC all rights reserved
SUNLIGHT / MOONLIGHT I look around and all I see are faces in the crowd Who can’t face the fact That I see right through their smiles, straight through to their frowns And I feel around and all I feel are family that I feel That I have let down Oh why can’t I be, what they need me to be Chorus: So Sunlight don’t run out on me Cause I’m still not done oh why can’t you see If moonlight won’t come babe I won’t weep I’ll pray for you, if you’ll pray for me I’m running late I’m always running behind To catch up with this life of mine But time she just flies on, she flies right on by They say that all things pass and the only thing That stays the same is things always change But I can’t help but feel we’ve left something behind Chorus They say all things happen for some reason And God only knows if he’ll reveal in time But this time I’m tired baby of trying To find the reason and figure the rhyme They say that Christ he was an only child And all he ever knew was love The love of a Father, the love of a Son We go to school, we got to church, we go to work And learn to worship things of this earth Things that ain’t worth, they ain’t worth that much Chorus Music and lyrics by Stephen Simmons © secured all rights reserved


I recorded this album at home from mid 2017 through early 2018 and played all the instruments. I saw a theme running through this cycle of songs (some old, some new) and sought to capture the essence of what I thought it was trying to communicate the best that I could.


released July 28, 2018

all songs written by Stephen Simmons
copyright secured @ Shiny Geode Music / SESAC

Produced, engineered, recorded and mixed by
Stephen Simmons at Captain Ryman Studios, Nashville, TN
Mastered by Alex McCollough at True East Mastering, Nashville, TN

Stephen Simmons: vocals, acoustic guitar, electric guitar, 12 string guitar, mandolin, keys, harmonica

Design: Stephen Simmons
Cover drawing: Stephen Simmons circa 1991


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Stephen Simmons was raised in the small town of Woodbury, Tennessee. As a songwriter and Ten years as a Road Dog, Stephen’s vision has grown to entail more than just reflections of rural America. Stephen’s records (which were compared to everyone from Johnny Cash to Ryan Adams) combine virtuosic songcraft and musicianship with unparalleled artistic honesty. ... more

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