(lyrics by Dolph Chaney, ©1997-1998 Dolph Chaney, all rights reserved)
(see also New Bird, the
cassette version)
New Years
Stupid Girl
Ocean
Miss You
Let Me Lie
Autumn Leaves
Make Me A Baby
My Crucifixion
Bird
Rise
Heaven
Out Of The Picture
Take It Away
| Produced by Dolph Chaney.
Engineering, digital editing, and mastering by Eric Diez. Recorded, mixed and mastered at Riding A Raid Studio, Atlanta, GA, off and on between January and August, 1998. Tanner Dorheim: drums and percussion (2, 3, 8, 10, 13).
Photos of Dolph and of Dolph & Tanner by Eric.
All songs written by Dolph Chaney.
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JESUS CHRIST DID THIS.
My humblest thanks go to Him and to all sorts of other folks -- - Mom, Dad & Wynelle, for all those years (then and now) of putting
up with guitar torture from upstairs and for trusting me when I do stuff
that doesn’t make sense. Which would be every day. I love you!
During the making of this record, I was continually inspired by the faith and courage of my friend, Bonnie Tucker. Many thanks to Bonnie, Alan, Shaun, Lance, and Shannon – God has used you more than you can know. That’s all for now. Write me! Thanks for listening. Hope to see you soon. --Dolph, 23rd September 1998 |
It’s 1:06 am
I’m driving away again
as the rain forms a cataract on the windshield
The year’s an hour old
and the heater keeps blowing cold
since the moment I lost sight of you through the windshield
I follow the curve of the freeway
I taste the chill of New Year’s Day
Three years back in time
I never thought you’d be mine
and how could I guess that you’d be so glad to find me
Now, my only doubt
is that the caffeine might not hold out
as the halogen lights awaken me, if not blind me
Your face, the fog, and the freeway
are all I can see on New Year’s Day
Two more years go by,
and I thought you’d never make me cry,
but my tears race like Cadillacs through a green field
And your smile in the fog just fades
in a half-decade’s serenades,
like the moment I lost sight of you through the windshield
And there’s no such thing as a free way
to taste the chill of New Year’s Day.
©1997 Dolph Chaney.
I met you in a giant bookstore
me with my Far Side, you with your Crichton
your crying had made your eyes look sore,
which somehow made you even more inviting
so I offered you a drink
of bookstore cappuccino
and I wondered what you’d think
(it was probably "what does he know?")
we walked along the avenue
my brain congealed
"it’s such a pleasure having you –
you make me feel so stupid, girl"
We got each other’s schedules booked up –
laughing and talking, staring in your eyes
but it wasn’t long ‘til you two hooked up,
and you weren’t sure if I would swallow your lies
so you offered me a drink
that you’d selected from your file
it went down so sweet and pink
and left me swimming in denial
when it comes down to shaming me,
you wrote the book –
confusing me, then blaming me,
you made me look so stupid, girl
I thought, "it’s time you both were tested"
but it turned into Shakespeare in the park
the weeping way you both protested
just left me cold in the Jurassic dark
and as you’re pouring him a drink
and slipping him a mickey,
I wonder - does he really think
he isn’t just another quickie?
you take that sharpened sickle
and you hit the spot
you tell me it should tickle,
but even I am not that stupid, girl
you are Ocean
you are Ocean
(a brand of saltwater nasal spray) –
you clear my nose
you clear my throat
but you burn my eyes and rot my stomach away
©1997 Dolph Chaney.
I throw a rock at your head
but I miss you
I throw a rock at your head
but I miss you
and I’ll keep missing you until the end of time
©1997 Dolph Chaney.
I would give anything.
Just like I did before,
I would give anything
if you could give once more.
Lie to me, and let me lie with you.
I’m tired of the truth; I just want you.
I would give anything
to fake one more embrace.
I’d buy you another ring
just to misread your face.
Lie to me, and let me lie with you.
I’m tired of the truth; I just want you.
I would give anything
for just one night of sleep,
and you could take everything,
‘cause none of it would keep.
Lie to me, and let me lie with you.
I’m tired of the truth; I just want you.
©1997 Dolph Chaney.
directions to a long-forgotten town
a torn and frozen "no trespassing" sign
a ticket for a ride that got closed down
a crumpled notice reading "parking fine"
so this is what happens when autumn leaves,
and this is what autumn leaves behind.
a make-up mirror with the glass all scratched
a fragment of a shirt ripped up by love
a cold that’s running far too fast to catch
a heat from deep inside, but not enough
so this is what happens when autumn leaves,
and this is what autumn leaves behind.
©1997 Dolph Chaney.
I’m scared and I’m scarred
I’m turning to dust
I’ve been struggling so hard,
I forgot how to trust
So roll back the stone
from the mouth of the well
Just lead me on home
and teach me to dwell
Make me a baby
and rock me to sleep
Teach me to crawl
when the hill is too steep
Someday I’ll walk tall
and help lead the sheep,
but make me a baby, for now,
and rock me to sleep
I’ve stood on this platform,
like a king or a slave,
but I can’t keep myself warm,
and I can’t make myself brave.
So, Lord, let me giggle,
so safe from alarm,
and make me so little
that I fit in your arms.
©1997 Dolph Chaney.
I've had enough
My days of whinin' poses are about to end
When it got tough,
that's when You got me going – now I'm on the mend
It's my crucible
It's my crucifixion
and it is crucial that You see it through
I sat and moaned
about this bitter cup You had to give to me
Almost dethroned,
You still would not give up – now I drink gratefully
It's my crucible
It's my crucifixion
and it is crucial that You see it through
I'm sick of listening to me
and I don't know how You could stand it!
I know You know what's best for me,
and I don't have to understand it.
©1997 Dolph Chaney.
I'll bring the prophet dinner,
though I've got no barn to store.
I'll pluck the eyes of mocking sons
and cry out "nevermore".
And I'll fly by Your side
and take all You provide.
Please take my best, and I'll build my nest
in the tree on which You died.
I'm worth just half a penny,
and I'm on this roof alone,
but I feel Your eye upon me, Lord,
as I make this place my home.
And I'll fly by Your side
and take all You provide.
Please take my best, and I'll build my nest
in the tree on which You died.
I'm being sold by children
of the one I showed dry land,
but when you turn their tables, they will see
in me Your Spirit descend.
And I'll fly by Your side
and take all You provide.
Please take my best, and I'll build my nest
in the tree on which You died.
I used to never let You
gather me under Your wing,
but now I crow, reminding those
who deny the hope You bring.
And I'll fly by Your side
and take all You provide.
Please take my best, and I'll build my nest
in the tree on which You died.
©1997 Dolph Chaney.
By the time I get to be a phoenix,
will these ashes of repentance blow away?
I can't expect to resurrect
without the Hand whose scar means my new day.
I will walk, I will run,
I will lose to win.
I will trust, I will love,
I will rise again.
How can I go on and on about forgiveness
when I hold this grudge the way I once held you?
In our God's name, I take the blame
away and pray that you will rise up too.
I will walk, I will run,
I will lose to win.
I will trust, I will love,
I will rise again.
It was not what I had hoped to hold against you,
but, for too long, I've let this cage of pride suffice.
So, take this key and throw it into the sea.
Step on out and go to paradise.
I will walk, I will run,
I will lose to win.
I will trust, I will love,
I will rise again.
I will rise again.
Returning to the crash site
in a different car
coming back the next night
to see I’ve left no scar
I wish I’d made an impact
but I did all I could
I should be glad I got out intact
without a dented hood…
and I’ll never find salvation
in any woman’s eye
‘cause that’s not where it comes from –
so why do I still try?
heaven on earth still isn’t heaven
heaven on earth is still on earth
now I’ve been re-tired
do angels fear my tread?
Realigned and wired
infection in my head
and when I complain to Jesus
He smiles and writes my sins
in the sand, where no one sees us –
we throw them to the winds
and I’ll never find salvation
in any woman’s eye
‘cause that’s not where it comes from –
so why do I still try?
heaven on earth still isn’t heaven
heaven on earth is still on earth
heaven on earth still isn’t heaven
heaven on earth is just on earth
©1997 Dolph Chaney.
I don’t have anything to say,
which is what you’ve told me for years.
I always seem to lose your way,
which is why you’ve sold me for tears.
Please come
out of the picture
in my head.
Please take
a seat in my heart
and fill my soul.
I held your present in the past,
and I would like to take it back.
I know, before this line is cast,
your baited breath is what I lack.
Please come
out of the picture
in my head.
Please take
a seat in my heart
and fill my soul.
My failures are not what you see,
but still I long to make them rare.
I feel you looking down on me,
and I could never climb that stare.
Please come
out of the picture
in my head.
Please take
a seat in my heart
and fill my soul.
©1997 Dolph Chaney.
look at this
you gave it to me
I love it, I love it, I love it
and it sings so sweet
but if it gets between
the two of us
I’d rather, I’d rather, I’d rather
see it hit by a bus
if I start to love the gift you gave
more than the one who gave it,
take it away
listen to this
it’s a word from you
I love it, I love it, I love it
and it rings so true
but if I lift it up
on an altar so high,
just knock it, knock it right off,
‘cause only you satisfy
if I start to love the thing you said
more than the one who said it,
take it away
I can’t believe this –
you outdid yourself!
I needed it, I needed it, oh
and you gave me help
but even though
you paid an unbelievable price,
I’ll never, never deify
that sacrifice
if I start to love that thing you did
more than the one who did it,
take it away.
©1997 Dolph Chaney.
1997-1998 Dolph Chaney.