BETTER LIAR LYRICS AND NOTES page 3
8. Never Understand
(C. Robertson 2007)
Internal reality seldom matches external reality. Confusion is the norm, clarity the exception.
F#m D
Watching a movie in my head
F#m Dm
The one of you and him lying in bed
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I will never understand, I will never understand
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I will never
There’s a book inside my head
It’s the one with all the things that you said
I will never understand, I will never understand
I will never
D A
And your sentences break apart like a startled flock of birds
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And the road to hell is paved with all of your words
There’s a traffic light in my head
It used to be stuck on green now it’s stuck on red
I will never understand, I will never understand
I will never
I’m living in the world of what if
The fool who’s dancing on the edge of this cliff
I will never understand I will never understand
I will never
9. Undead
(C. Robertson 2010)
How many emotional zombies do we connect with every day? Quite a few, I would guess.
Chorus:
She said I feel undead
Don’t feel alive tonight
Reality TV is such a joke to me
it’s nothing like the things I always see
it’s nothing like the things I know are real
it’s nothing like the way I want to feel
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I don’t want to feel your ups and downs
I just want to stay here on the ground
None of that to me is very real
I don’t want to ride your ferris wheel
Chorus
I don’t have time for tantrums now I’m sane
I don’t have time I thought I made that very plain
None of what you say is very real
I don’t want to ride your ferris wheel
Chorus
10. Pigeons and Hawks
(C. Robertson 2009)
The Magician is on stage doing a magic trick with birds. The tricky part is keeping the predator from the prey.
The man on the stage reaches into his cape
Pulls out a pigeon, everyone stares
he waves his hand and the bird disappears
everyone in the audience cheers.
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Pigeons and hawks, pigeons and hawks.
Their cries fill the skies from dawn to whenever
Pigeons and hawks pigeons and hawks
You know what they say about birds of a feather…
But some birds just can’t fly together.
His assistant comes out, she’s wearing white wings
Hands him a cage with a hawk on the perch.
nobody knows where the pigeon has gone
they all hope that nothing is wrong
and the hawk is sitting on his shoulder
the days grow shorter and the children grow older
he waves his handkerchief over the cage
there’s a flash of light and a terrible screech
when the lights come back on everyone sees
the pigeon is caged and the hawk is free
11. Conjure Box
(C. Robertson 2009)
This song is more of a story than most of my songs. I have always loved horror stories. This one revolves around the fact that things are usually locked for a reason. Curiousity is sometimes best ignored.
I went into an antique shop…just to kill some time
Those days I was a little lost…I just took what I could find
I found a little box…thirteen inches high
Closed with thirteen locks…to protect what was inside.
The shopkeeper said to take it…he gave it to me free
He couldn’t get it open…he didn’t have the keys
I took it home and looked at it…I shook it and I tried
Unsuccessfully to open it…to get a look inside.
Chorus: Thirteen inches high and thirteen inches wide
Dead black it was painted and locked with thirteen locks
I wish I’d never opened it, never looked inside
Wish I’d never come across the Conjure Box.
Finally I took a hacksaw…and cut off all the locks
And when they dropped away…I opened that black box
Inside was dark and empty…and I threw it on the floor
I was disappointed…I had hoped for something more
I left right then and found a bar…sat down and had a drink
“what a wasted afternoon” was all that I could think
When I got back to my room…something there had changed
Lots of things were missing…the air seemed dark and strange.
Chorus
the box was still there on the floor…lying where it fell
and I saw that I had opened…a doorway into hell
all my books were gone…all my dishes too
all my clothes were gone…my hats, my ties, my shoes
as I watched in horror…and slowly mounting fear
a chair slid right across the floor…into the box and disappeared
it swallowed the chairs and tables…the paintings on the wall
but when the sofa disappeared…I ran into the hall.
Chorus
Tag: I’m sitting on this hillside…and watching as my town
Is slowly disappearing…into that box I found.
12. Better Liar
(C. Robertson 2009)
All creative endeavors can be viewed as a form of lying. It’s always a surprise to meet someone who is a master at it.
When I first met you
there was nothing I wouldn't say or do
before too long I knew
nothing about you was true.
Chorus:
Cause you're a better liar than me,
You're a better liar than I ever want to be
Your eyes are clear and blue but your tongue's on fire
You're a better liar than me.
I've got a blindspot when it comes to you
I know it's there but there's nothing I can do
I can't be faithful and you can't be true
I know it's there, but what else can I do?
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This is a silly, stupid song
I don't want to wonder what went wrong
I don't want to think about it anymore
I've thought about it way too long.
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