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Lost Star Boy
02:22
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Lost Star Boy
He came back changed from the war
Didn’t want the same things as before
He’d done his job, he made a choice
He changed his name to the Lost Star Boy
He’s like a snowflake on your tongue
When you have him, is when he’s gone
First time she saw him was in Illinois
Isabelle fell for the Lost Star Boy
There’s a shining twinkle in his eyes
Sings to you from the pink moon skies
He roams the world with a silver voice
He's the midnight drifter, the Lost Star Boy
Heart of gold and a soul/song so blue
Isabelle found him by the light of the moon
When she touched his lips there were sparks of joy
But off in the night went the Lost Star Boy
Isabelle could never fully understand
Why the lost Star Boy wouldn’t be her man
Her heart was broken, love destroyed
But you can’t put a ring on the Lost Star Boy
Copyright 2013 Rob Faucette
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Me and Jesus
02:28
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Me and Jesus
Drifting toward heartsink, drifting toward heartsink
I met Jesus at the local bar
We played the jukebox and we drank some whiskey
And he took me ridin' in his daddy's car
And we drove straight up, straight up to Heaven
We didn't fly in no 747
When we got there it was just past eleven
Me and Jesus drove straight up to Heaven
Jesus was drivin' his white Cadillac
We left the bar and I never looked back
The water in Heaven is flowin' like wine
Me and Jesus are havin' a time
Though the wine is flowin' like water
I miss my wife and I miss my daughter
I asked Jesus if I could go back
But he wouldn't give me the keys to the Cadillac
Drifting toward heartsink, drifting toward heartsink
Since I met Jesus at the local bar
We played the jukebox and we drank some whiskey
And he took me ridin' in his daddy's car
And we drove straight up, straight up to Heaven
We didn't fly in no 747
When we got there it was just past eleven
Me and Jesus drove straight up to Heaven
Copyright 2013 Rob Faucette
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Cold Wind and Rain
02:42
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Cold Wind and Rain
I used to be an outlaw
Out on the open range
On my horse with hunger pangs
Free in the cold wind and the rain
Burnt dust on the prairie
Dark clouds on the plain
Most alive freezing in pain
Crossing the mountains in the cold wind and rain
You can keep your bright old sunshine
I’ll give you the clear blue stars
You can have all the banks and the gold and gold bars
What I miss most and it ain’t insane is just being an outlaw
In the cold wind and rain
I was on the mayor’s horse
With the governor’s daughter
When I got caught ridin’ Fort Knox
Drinking the jail house water
Oh to be an Outlaw again
Riding hard on the range
Freezing my ass off and starving to death
Far away in the cold wind and rain
You can keep your bright old sunshine
I’ll give you the clear blue stars
You can have all the banks and the gold and gold bars
What I miss most and it ain’t insane is just being an outlaw
In the cold wind and rain
If only I had a shot that sheriff
My sentence could have been for to hang
I could have died up on the gallows
Swinging free in the cold wind and rain
I’ve scratched my name in the concrete
And I’ve counted all of these bars
You can have all the banks, keep all the change
Just give me my horse and the cold wind and rain
You can keep your bright old sunshine
I’ll give you the clear blue stars
You can have all the banks and the gold and gold bars
What I miss most and it ain’t insane is just being an outlaw
In the cold wind and rain
Copyright 2002 Rob Faucette
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Gumbo Girl
02:42
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Gumbo Girl
Her blood’s been simmerin’ for centuries
My bayou baby’s got everything I need
Her smile could stop a hurricane
But her scream could level the levees
Every night is a ride on her tilt-a-whirl
Asleep when I dream of my Gumbo Girl
This world is dusted in tones of sepia
And people walk around like blind horses
In her dress she moves like sweet summer rain
My Gumbo Girl’s eyes are the color of okra
I wish I could find her here in my world
We could roll up the river, me and my Gumbo Girl
Chorus:
Hoo-wee My Bayou Beauty
My Gumbo Girl, My Lou-siana Cutey
We could leave tonight with the stars on the stream
Travel the world on your Miss’ippi Queen
I’ll strum my guitar for you in the shade
We’ll drink mint juleps and pink lemonade
Head up the river, pickin’ up steam
If only you’d come to me outta my dream
Come to me shining gold in the noon-day heat
We’ll drink dollar Dixies on Magazine Street
Head out of town for the rest of the day
Swimmin’ water-ski on Whiskey Bay
Step out of my dreams and into my world
You and me, you and me, me and my Gumbo Girl.
Copyright 2002 Rob Faucette
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The Engine that Runs in the Rain
Star light weaves on the wave lets
My sky long memory clangs
The radio’s as sad as a subway step
The yolk-yellow moon remains
The yolk-yellow moon remains
There’s a crackling parade of thorns
On the cul-de-sac of Weeping Lane
I’m stumbling, skipping, and wasted
And the yolk-yellow moon remains
The yolk-yellow moon remains
Salt-stark eyes in the sun
The slow motor hums and remains
Your voice spark-crackling gold
You’re the engine that runs in the rain,
The engine that runs in the rain
The clanging shipwreck of thoughts
Are drowned in the rust and the chains
You’re sea-deep, stoic, and steadfast
And the yolk-yellow moon remains
The yolk-yellow moon remains
Salt-stark eyes in the sun
The slow motor hums and remains
Your voice spark-crackling gold
You’re the engine that runs in the rain
Copyright 2013 Rob Faucette
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The Moon over California Waltz
Under the live oak tree
Where we spoke our wedding vows
You’ve never been dearer to me
Than you are in my arms right now
When your bright eyes shine on me
I can never feel so lost
As the stars in my wine when we’re dancing
The Moon over California Waltz
You’ve got me up in space
Floating like a cloud
Whistling, twirling and laughing
My feet 10 miles off the ground
I’m waltzing on the moon
When you take my hand
Swing and whirl you’re my California girl
And I’m proud to be your man
Copyright 2013 Rob Faucette
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Gazes Locked and Met
02:00
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Gazes Locked and Met
Never until that day have I lacked the words to say:
The beauty of you and your eyes so true,
When our gazes locked and met
When our gazes locked and met
When our gazes locked and met
I dream of you and your eyes so true
When our gazes locked and met
Sunly, wildflowers shines in the pale light of day
The beauty of you and your eyes so true,
I can’t forget you yet
Since our gazes locked and met
When our gazes locked and met
I dream of you and your eyes so true
When our gazes locked and met
I hold you in my mind I dream until the time
I can hold you again in my arms like when
Our gazes locked and met
When our gazes locked and met
When our gazes locked and met
I dream of you and your eyes so true
When our gazes locked and met
Copyright 2013 Rob Faucette
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Sky Town
02:24
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Sky Town
Take these rough street wings
And that silver winter ribbon
That endless, whistling road that never sings
Shake my timid heart apart
Quick like a fragile rose
Shoot me at the sun like Cupid’s Dart
Joke and sing ‘neath that Weepin’ Willow
Kiss and hold me tight
Keep your tears from your cheeks and pillow
Shine s light from your window sill-o
I fly to Sky Town tonight
I fly to Sky Town, I fly to Sky Town
I fly to Sky Town tonight
Keep your tears from your cheeks and pillow
Shine a light from your window sill-o
I fly to Sky Town tonight
Take that scratched photograph
Rest your rainin’ head down hidden
Twirl your curls ‘round your fingers and laugh
Shake my timid heart apart
Quick like a fragile rose
Shoot me at the sun like Cupid’s Dart
Joke and sing ‘neath that Weepin’ Willow
Kiss and hold me tight
Keep your tears from your cheeks and pillow
Shine s light from your window sill-o
I fly to Sky Town tonight
I fly to Sky Town, I fly to Sky Town
I fly to Sky Town tonight
Keep your tears from your cheeks and pillow
Shine a light from your window sill-o
I fly to Sky Town tonight
Copyright 2013 Rob Faucette
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9. |
Sadness of the Suburbs
03:18
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Sadness of the Suburbs
Sadness of the suburbs
Empty light shines
The hum of the air conditioners
Two in the morning the belt of Orion
Is the billboard for all my lost wishes
Cassiopeia, don’t think I don’t see ya
I’m sad and lonely, too
I’m aiming my arrows
My slings and my missles:
You’re a star and I’m gunning for you.
Crickets, cicadas
Dreams of tomorrow
Fields spread from the cul-de-sac
Two in the morning the belt of Orion
Is the billboard for all my lost wishes
Cassiopeia, don’t think I don’t see ya
I’m sad and lonely, too
I’m aiming my arrows
My slings and my missles:
You’re a star and I’m gunning for you.
Shot up to the heavens
My dreams have all flown
Teardrops fall to the concrete
Two in the morning the belt of Orion
Is the billboard for all my lost wishes
Cassiopeia, don’t think I don’t see ya
I’m sad and lonely, too
I’m aiming my arrows
My slings and my missles:
You’re a star and I’m gunning for you.
Copyright 2002 Rob Faucette
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Under the Silent Stars
03:02
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Under the Silent Stars
Our troubles and heartaches fall away on this cold winter night
The mid-night sky reflects your eyes as I reach out to hold you tight
Our friends are all at home or out drinking in those dingy bars
All I need is you next to me, under the Silent Stars
Under the silent stars with you warm inside my arms
A bottle of wine and your eyes that shine under the silent stars
Orion’s the classic actor, he’s up there in the sky
Put there by his one true love, who had to watch him die
Our love is strong and we both belong, wrapped up in our coats and scarves
All I need is you next to me, under the Silent Stars
Under the silent stars with you warm inside my arms
A bottle of wine and your eyes that shine under the silent stars
We lost our only baby, no more to hear him laugh and cry
But I’ll be damned to my soul if he’s all alone, up there in the sky
The universe is in your eyes and our love will mend our broken hearts
All I need is you next to me, under the Silent Stars
Under the silent stars with you warm inside my arms
A bottle of wine and your eyes that shine under the silent stars
Copyright 2013 Rob Faucette
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Great Golden Lounge in the Sky
How he died is a pretty big story
But I’m not here to tell you about that
He’s sitting up there, on his derriere
Just watching the clouds go by
In the Great Golden Lounge in the Sky
I’ve got news for you all you non-believers
We’ll be drinking beer with famous wide receivers
And William Faulkner will read the Reivers
We’ll sit, watch the clouds roll by
In that Great Golden Lounge in the Sky
We’ll sit with him, we’ll talk about
All the things we can’t do without
The finest sausage and sauerkraut
We’ll sit, watch the clouds go by
In that Great Golden Lounge in the Sky
The counters all are stainless steal
And no one has to beg a meal
Your server’s name will be Camille
And we’ll sit, watch the world go by
In that Great Golden Lounge in the Sky
So when you hear that death bell ring
Don’t worry ‘bout, ‘bout anything
Just come on down to the lounge serene
And we’ll sit, watch the clouds roll by
In that Great Golden Lounge in the Sky
Copyright 2002 Rob Faucette
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Amy Radio Los Angeles, California
"Amy Radio" has evolved to include Demos by Rob Faucette
The Amy Radio Show was originally
broadcast in Vienna, Austria on 94.0 FM from 2006-2008. Each half hour show was written, performed, and produced by Rob Faucette with Americana themes such as Trains, The Highway, The Wild West.
Raised in Chattanooga, TN, Rob resides in Los Angeles where writes and records.
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