Training the Beagle

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Produced and engineered by Greg Smith and Rich Krents 


World That I Don’t See

© Greg Smith

You and I are driving down the road to hell, 
and I don’t know it
Curve ahead, the world that I don’t see 

Sunny day and we are laughing at the world,
But who’s the joke on?
I don’t know, the world that I don’t see 

Sitting on the porch you said that we would call our own
I never thought you’d leave me here and sitting all alone 

A table full of artifacts and memories
Upon the altar
Sacrifice, the world that I don’t see 

Break the bank on vintage wine and faux cuisine
M’anon l’addition (check please)
Au mon Dieu, the world that I don’t see. 

All the time I’m holding you and planning out our lives
All the while inside your head you’re thinking of goodbye. 

(Solo)

Sitting on the porch you said that we would call our own
I never thought you’d leave me here and sitting all alone 

Sailing in the moonlight with the world at bay
A perfect moment
But not with me, the world that I don’t see. 

You and I are driving down the road to hell, 
and I don’t know it
Curve ahead, the world that I don’t see 


Two Lives

© Greg Smith

Two lives, one for the world to believe in
The other a world to deceive in
And each to itself 

I walk, in and around the living
Breathing in their misgivings
In shadows and light 

Feeling the sin, holding it in
What you’ve been told, as you grow older
Finding the truth in a touch in the deep of the night
Morals aside, will I abide,
Is it a lie when you don’t see it?
Gamble it all in a moment of earthly delight 

I fall, justification is feeble
And some of time illegal
And some of it not 

To live, resolving the choices we’ve taken
Your heart and soul to awaken
It balances out 

Feeling the sin, holding it in
What you’ve been told, as you grow older
Finding the truth in a touch in the deep of the night
Morals aside, will I abide,
Is it a lie when you don’t feel it?
Gamble it all in a moment of earthly delight 

Two lives, one for the world to believe in
The other a world to deceive in
And each to itself
And all is yourself 


Walk in the Sun

© Greg Smith

And so the circle closes in
from all the people in your book
The man you see each day at lunch
sometime today gave you the look 

Walk in the sun, hide from the light
Tasting a feeling you know cant be right
Sinful delight 

A certain feeling in your car
His eyes have caused your heart to soar
And left you smiling at yourself
And left you wanting something more 

Walk in the sun, hide from the light
Tasting a feeling you know cant be right
Sinful delight 

But now your painting’s left undone
The palette dark hardens, colors dark
This beauty can’t create itself
You have to speak it from the heart. 


God’s Own Moon

© Greg Smith 

Whisper now, confess to me all the fears you hold
Close at hand, and make a pact to face them with me
Hope and faith, they are but two sharp sides of God’s own knife
Take a chance and feel with me the kiss of life 

Stand in the fire, to bring about truth
Never release all the passion of youth
You’ll never lie in the deep of the night 
in the light
Of God’s own moon tonight 

Fading hours, to dance among the day’s remaining light
Make a wish and keep it with me through the night
And through the night, efficient cutting beam regards us all
Laying bare the only one that I can’t lie to 

Stand in the fire, to bring about truth
Never release all the passion of youth
You’ll never lie in the deep of the night 
in the light
Of God’s own moon tonight 

Speak to me and tell me of your heart
Trust in me the very sacred part
And feel with me the kiss of life 


Making Scents

© Greg Smith

Love, if you don’t love me
I will be there in our heart
Love, when you don’t love me
You’ll curse that we’re never apart 

Feel the fear, take taste the tear
You’re of the kind, to lose your mind 

Touch, remember too much
Each time you kiss someone’s lips
Touch, remembering touch
Clutching in passion’s sweet grip 

Hear, what do you hear
Whispering buried desire
Hear, there in your ear
No one can put out the fire 

Taste, savor the taste
Lingers a while on your lips
See, see what you’ve left
Love at your heart it will rip 

Feel the fear, taste the tear
You lost your heart, and then your mind 

Scents, filling the air
Each one will play out its part 


What Could Have Been

© Greg Smith

Sacred heart so tender to touch
Peel away defenses within
Make a pledge forever to keep
Down the path, a love to begin 

Reach out your hand
at least if you’ll try,
Angels to hold us whenever we lie
Angels forgive us whenever we lie 

Speak to me in emerald tones
Choose the words that mirror the soul
All the times you’ve been hurt before
Traded peace for lack of control 

What could have been 
A life of sin
It tastes so fine
Like love in time
I reach for you across my bed
A twist of fate 
What could have been 


Time on the Line

© Greg Smith

Lightly falling rain
Mixing with the pain and tears on my face
I think I’ve lost my way
None of these roads take me back to your place 

Oh I can’t understand slipping like sand through my fingers
How in the world can there be love that won’t linger
I can’t get through on the telephone
Talkin’ to myself in the dark  

Loving you, holding your heart
Can’t be the only thing
The world’s out there, waiting for me
It’s time I became myself
I’m counting on me 

And so I’m back again
Looking for the friend that you said you’d be
Hoping that you’ll bend 
Comin’ back and comin’ on to me 

Fighting back the hunger, looking for you under the covers
The late show’s on but I’m watching it by myself
Four more hours to daylight
It’s killing me to kill this time 


Sun Rose Red

© Greg Smith 

And the day, came to night
And it glowed a perfect hue
And she walked, through the rain
An important rendezvous 

I see the fire reflected in your eyes
Stripped of all defenses and allies
Standing in a state of ancient grace 

And so you keep your thoughts and wants within
And go about your life amidst the din
Can I find the answer in your soul
Let you take from me, I take from you
Adrift in loves adrenaline 

And she turns, in the light
Of a thousand different moons
And the kiss, of the night 
Brought a peace I seldom knew 

And you hold in your hand
All the answers that I seek
And the way that you move
Is the heart of your mystique 

And by the river’s moon, I ‘ll soon make three requests
If you turn down two of them, the third you must say yes 

The third you must say yes
Say yes
Whisper to me yes 


Treat Me Like A Child

© Greg Smith 

I hear it hanging when you hang up the phone
A simple silence leaves me all alone
Paying penitence 

You beat me soundly when I don’t behave
But I’ve become such a willing slave
For your punishment 

Please yourself
Please give me something else 

I can’t be what you wanted
Can’t you see that I’m haunted
Sting me along with sweetness and your smile
But why do you always treat me like a child? 

Entertain you, then you send me away
‘Til you call me back and then we’ll play
In your universe
Wrap around you, make you feel so good
Would I be willing if I understood
You would do your worst 

Please yourself
Please give me something else 

Call me baby and maybe you’ll crave me 
and maybe not
While I amuse you- give everything to you
Everything I’ve got 

Wrap around you, make you feel so good
Would I have done it, if I understood
You would do your worst 


Don’t Say

© Greg Smith 

Peeling away all the layers surrounding my heart
Always in life, love is the simplest part
Say what you mean (and mean what you say)
Make me believe you won’t deceive, you’ll never leave 

Once in a while in the spaces between all the words
A glint in your eye shows a darker side of your world
Poisonous lips (what you say in your kiss)
Is it a lie, there as we lie, should I ask why? 

Don’t say, don’t say
Don’t say you’re leaving me behind 

Say what you mean (and mean what you say)
Make me believe you won’t deceive, you’ll never leave 

Don’t say, don’t say
Don’t say you’re leaving me behind 


That is That

© Greg Smith

Doesn’t matter the time or season
tears are shed now for no good reason
Hurt remains from when she knocked you flat 

So it’s time now to stop the madness
Put an end to pointless sadness
Carry on, she’s gone and that is that. 

Just because she happens to fall into your mind
Doesn’t mean obsession, for love is rarely blind 

Was a time that you gave her access
Long before she learned hate’s address
Carry on, she’s gone and that is that. 

Coming up with reactions, for when you meet again
Letting go of the anger is time more richly spent 

Never day or an hour passes
You don’t lie in your mind’s recesses
Just some more of life’s unwanted crap 

Doesn’t matter the time or season
tears that fall are for no good reason 
Carry on, she’s gone and that is that
She’s gone and that is that.  

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Some musicians played on this album:

Rich Krents: drums

Lynn Grunza: guitar

Ben Smith: percussion

Jeremy Smith: child’s vocal

Strings for God’s Own Moon composed by Ozman Kivrak and performed by the Sunrise Quartet

Greg played the rest.