After Words

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Composed and produced by Greg Smith and Wyatt Eddy
Recorded in Plantation House Studios, Rockville, MD

Rescue Me

© Greg Smith and Wyatt Eddy

Agonize according to the terms
A battlefield of newly minted berms
Kiss me with a longing lover’s mouth
But parting lips leave overwhelming doubt

I’m on my knees
Rescue me

Foggy morning turns to foggy night
Melancholy turning to delight
Why is not a question you believe
When you face the world upon your knees

I’m on my knees
Rescue me

Gallup

© Greg Smith and Wyatt Eddy

110 in Gallup and the streets are as empty as the fields beyond
and gone

Dust on a porcelain cowboy in a
window that’s streaked with all that’s come and gone
and gone

Thunder it comes and goes at night
and in the morning be all right
The wind leaves town at dusk each day
leaving us here to live our lives
away

Half of a mile off 66, the rocks are as red as candy sticks
Trading on deals so rarely kept
Runs Like the Wind is sleeping in ‘til dawn
and gone

Wait ling enough for change to come
figure it out ‘fore your day is done
Rain evens out the cracks in the earth
blooms in a field of green rebirth and sun
and gone

Everybody Lies

© Greg Smith and Wyatt Eddy

Funny how it never leaves you
Just fades by small degrees
That feeling of a missing heart
That brings you to your knees

(So) before we go and say goodbye
I’ll take a moment then
To think back on the time we had
And how we did it when

No one feels the way we do
But everybody lies
It’s just a simple reckoning
As we go about our lives

It’s the petty things that eat at you
You file away for later
But love delayed is love denied
While waiting for a savior

I hear you’re doing awfully well
I find you on the web
I hear you on the radio
Echo in my head

And now it’s all come down to this
The choice we made is true
But a picture of your smile, makes me smile too
Back when everything was new

After Words

© Greg Smith and Wyatt Eddy

After all the kissed, the heat from passioned lips
After all the words recorded in our sacred scripts
After days of sunshine, breathing the same air
After sunlight sets upon your shining auburn hair

After all the texts and emails clogging up my box
After all the language led to lover’s paradox
After I’ve deleted them and finally be done
What if I retrieve them, would it prove that you have won?

After someone told me, you’re out with someone new
After trying to ignore the things I thought I knew
After all is said and done, I’m back in my own head
After all my veins run dry from all that I have bled

What would you give to repeat yourself?
What did you give just to be yourself?

After all is said and done, I’m back in my own head
After all my veins run dry from all that I have bled
After all the kisses, the heat from passioned lips
After all the words recorded in our sacred scripts

Omens

© Greg Smith and Wyatt Eddy

Clouds on the horizon, the wind is picking up
Troubled times are lurking at the door
A picture out of place, a footstep on a crack
The omens are looking bad for me once more

What was it that you said, the tenor of your tone
Smiling all the while as you explained
All the quirks and quivers running through your face
Underneath the stillness hides a strain

While suns slowly slides
To the darkness of the moon
Footsteps lightly walk across my grave
A kiss upon my cheek tells me all I need to know
Will I see what’s coming thru the rain?

I know I’ll know betrayal, I’ve seen it’s face before
All the telling signs are there to see
And all the stars in heaven, what’s written in their light
Laying out the future meant for me

Telling ancient rubicons, the runes of fortunes told
Kingdoms rose and fell across the years
I take my place on open ground and join the watchful waiting,
Waiting for the troubles to appear

The Longing

© Greg Smith and Wyatt Eddy

If you’ve got an itch then scratch it
Take a drink to quench your thirst
Unless it’s from a longing
In a place that you can’t reach

Hover ‘bove the voices
That surround you in the night
The sun becomes the full moon
As you try to make it right

Make a bold prediction
That you’ll solve it by the dawn
Looking for redemption
Now that she is gone

The longing comes and the longing goes
On and on and on
The longing comes and the longing goes
Now that she is gone

Moonlight in Memphis

© Greg Smith and Wyatt Eddy

Radiant sunshine
Among all the others, she waits your arrival.
She knew you’d return and
You gently approach her, you reach out to touch her

Moonlight in Memphis
You move in reflection
The motion of passion is all you believe in

Feel the heat rising
You talk with your fingers, you move hand in hand in
Feel in your senses
The warmth of her waist and the dancing commences

You close your eyes tightly
And fall into her arms
Under the spell of
Moonlight in Memphis

The Trick

© Greg Smith and Wyatt Eddy

Another willing victim, another night on stage
Dancing in the footlights, seeking to amaze
A cleaverly companion standing by your side
Show them something special, except for what you hide

She left there in a hurry, never looking back
Do you go on the defensive, or first line of attack?
Years and years of practice, working on your craft
Living by your instincts; now you’re overdraft

Blue smoke and mirrors, a card inside your sleeve
Calling out a number, making weaker minds believe
You a master magician in your lair
The thing that’s right before you isn’t there
The trick is not to care, the trick is not to care

If seeing is believing, then what’s before you eyes?
The flicker of redemption, right before it dies
Is the sky a shade of blue, or phosphorescent green?
Basing your decisions on what you think you’ve seen

Not There Yet

© Greg Smith and Wyatt Eddy

Swift little women, aging young men
Things that are meant to be
I got to thinkin, where I fit in
Where’s there a place for me?

Dirty your laundry, make your own bed
Live with the path you’ve set
Our choices define us, I’m doing my best
But it seems
That I am not there yet

All of the wisdom, helpful suggestions
Offered without regret
Maybe the answer, is lying inside me
But it’s clear that I’m not there yet

Kings & Queens are contentions
‘least the ones I’ve met
And it seems I’m not there yet

Until We Meet

Sunsets come and sunsets go
Rivers wide and river flows
Pour the wine and take the glass
Roll the dice and hope it lasts

A toast to you and a toast to us
Put aside the things we must
It will keep, beyond tonight
And in the morning, be alright

All we have is what we see, leads us to our destiny
Every hour a silent prayer, and wise to take the greatest care

So gently down, the goblet set
Remember love, the rest forget

Sunsets come and sunsets go
Rivers wide and river flows
It will keep, beyond tonight
And in the morning, be alright

It may be a while ‘til we meet again
It may be a while ‘til we meet again

I Still Believe in Love

Sleep until ten, roll over again
Dream ‘til the afternoon
Just ‘cause you can
It’s the little things we do
I still believe in love, don’t you?

There at the ring, a midnight call
Talking for hours
‘til the night becomes dawn
It’s the little things we do
I still believe in love, don’t you?

A walk by the river, along the sea wall
Slip on a slippery rock
And catch me when I fall
It’s the little things you do
I still believe in love, don’t you?

Produced by Greg Smith and Wyatt Eddy

Recorded and mixed at Pros from Dover Studios, Rockville, MD, by Wyatt Eddy and Greg Smith

Greg Smith: vocals, guitar, bass, keyboard, drums
Wyatt Eddy: beat trax, keyboard, guitar
Rich Krents: drums on “Not There Yet”, “I Still Believe in Love”, “Until We Meet”
Kurt “The Colonel” Kratch: bass on “I Still Believe in Love”
Ben Smith: guitar on “Moonlight in Memphis”, “The Longing”
Colin Wick: saxophone
Antonio Forte: trumpet

“I Still Believe n Love” recorded at the PFD Cabaret, Dec 2014

Duplication by EOP Media, Absecon, NJ

Special thanks to Ben & Jeremy, and to all the musicians who lent their talents to this album.

Dedicated to brother Brian who brought joy to the world around him and always saw a job through to completion.