Author: Archer

Nothingness

You read too many signs

Become lost in all directions

Twist outside the lines

That never seem to lead you home

 

Across a bridge of sand

We gaze out on the wasteland

Styled by our own hands

We close our eyes and pray

 

How to justify the hunger

With the light inside each soul

Sanctify the anger

Pay such a bloody toll

 

Shatter time in pieces

Exploding into silence

 

Broken bodies

 

Leave us

 

Drowning

 

In despair

 

Gaining nothing

But nothingness

In the end

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Drowned River Blues

Drowned River Blues

 

Yeah you know I’ve been driving

Down that snow covered road

Black ice sent me reeling sideways

Somewhere colder than I’ve ever known

 

Round that bay road never could escape

Lost on that drowned river plain

Girl you pray for my poor mortal soul

But I won’t be feeling no more pain

 

It was the darkest of nights

I saw the brightest of lights

Coming towards me

 

Yeah you know I’ve been driving

Down that snow covered road

Deep end is where I’m resting now and

There’s no place like home

Deep end is where I’m resting now and

There’s no place like home

There’s no place like home

Music and Lyrics by David Archer
Trad. B. White/M. Cardenas –  Arr. D. Archer
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Turn It On Tonight

Turn It On Tonight

Watch the sun go down

Shadows all around you

The wind dies down

Seems everything’s changed

Turn back if you have to

I know you don’t want to

You know this could be your only chance

So turn it all around

 

Now the stage is set

Everybody’s in their place

You can deal yourself another hand

If you don’t like the cards

Bring on the main event

Bound to earth or heaven sent

You know this could be your only chance

So turn it on tonight

 

Lay down your money, Lay down your time

Fit in all the words, try to make then rhyme

Lay down your money, Lay down your time

Fit in all the words, try to make then rhyme

Build another house of cards then burn it to the ground

 

You know the aces are wild

The duces only make you cry

The snakeskin smile

You better turn around

You know strange as it seems

It’s all part of the scene

And the light will shine down on you

So turn it on tonight

 

 

Music and Lyrics by David Archer
All rights reserved

Shattered City Blues

Shattered City Blues

If you’re lost in the shattered city
You can always sing the blues
If you’re lost in the shattered city
You can always sing the blues
There is no better way, nothing else will do
When you’ve got the blues
Like I’ve got the blues for you

If you’re alone in the drowning city
You better sing the blues
If you’re alone in the drowning city
You better sing the blues
There is no other way, nothing else will do
When you’ve got the blues
Like I’ve got the blues for you

I’m coming home
Coming home to the blues
Well I’m finally coming home
Finally coming home to the blues
I’ve tried every other way
Nothing else lets me through
When you’ve got the blues
Like I’ve got the blues for you

Music and Lyrics by David Archer
All rights reserved

Even Cross Eyed Snake Oil Salesmen Sometimes Get The Blues

Even Cross Eyed Snake Oil Salesmen
Sometimes Get The Blues

Could be illusion, or maybe it’s real
In the back of your mind it’s not what you feel
Deliberate confusion, fail by design
An infinite jest or a storm warning sign

Live through the moment, thrill to give in
Double or nothing, you lose if you win

Even Cross Eyed Snake Oil Salesmen
Sometimes Get The Blues (x2)

Prisoner’s dilemma, zero sum deal
Glance in the mirror and you’re under the wheel
Strike out on balance, shift out of time
Labor distortion for a dollar and a dime

The wages of progress, so much for so few
But the deal of a lifetime is waiting for you
On the stages of history,  they’ll mark what we do
When stories are told, none will be true

Middle of nowhere, remains to be seen
Double or nothing, lay it down on a dream

Even Cross Eyed Snake Oil Salesmen
Sometimes Get The Blues (x2)

Risk is reward, a means and an end
We’re all standing in line with our psychotic friends
On the magnetic river, micro trade winds blow
Middle ground disappears, there’s nowhere to go

Power times privilege, who would lead us astray?
Count all the toys at the end of the day
Your none structured future, gravitational words
Logic is tortured, extreme and absurd

Caught on a floodplain, wholesale fear
Double or nothing, the reasons are clear

Even Cross Eyed Snake Oil Salesmen
Sometimes Get The Blues (x2)

Trust no one at all, trust two even less
We’ll externalize costs for this unholy mess
Let cities lie fallow, in the heart of ambition
Til we market a cure for the human condition

Steal from the moment, cast on the wind
Double or nothing, you lose if you win

Even Cross Eyed Snake Oil Salesmen
Sometimes Get The Blues (x4)

Music and Lyrics by David Archer
All rights reserved

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