Ashes - EP

by Robert Steel

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These are left over studio tracks from WOLF and Split Ends

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released December 5, 2016

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Robert Steel Austin, Texas

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Track Name: Something Beautiful
I have a friend, who has a friend who has a house
On the way to your house
And I can stop in there and take a shower
And put on some deodorant

And I found a store near their house, it's not a store
With Wal or Mart in the name of it and I can't stop in there
And buy new underwear, 'cause it's been a while
Just incase they fall at the foot of your bed

I'm no good at writing love songs
I'm all thumbs and butterflies
I want to hear about your childhood
Tonight might be the start of something

And I have a friend, who has a friend that is your friend
And your friend told them that you like me
And I have to say, my dear I'm pretty fond of you as well
And I want to take you out and buy you things that I can't afford
Because the things I do in life, my dear, they hardly pay at all
But I'm guessing you know and can love me for who I am

But I'm no good at writing love song
I'm all sorry's and goodbyes
I want to hear about your first dog
Tonight might be the start beautiful

The first time I met you
it was if I'd always known you
Our conversations were so amazing

But I'm no good at writing love songs
I'm all dark and cloudly skies
I want to look through of your old year book
To night might be the start of something

I'm no good at writing love songs
I'm all lonesome lullabies
I want to hear about your daughter
Tonight might be the start of something beautiful
Track Name: Marissa
Marissa’s hanging upside down on the monkey bars at recess, John Adams Elementary
I'm watching from afar while playing tetherball as she tucks her shirt into her jeans

She plays alone, no one dares approach
Marissa she's so tough and mean
I think she’s beautiful but wouldn’t tell a soul
No one likes Marissa but me

Round and round, round and round we go
Where we stop nobody knows

Marissa smokes a cigarette by the door of home ec. and kisses the popular Tommy Shockey
It’s the eighth guy I’ve seen her kiss this semester and still I wish one of them would have been me

She’s rarely home, passed around like a joke
That never was all that funny
All the girls hate her guts, say she’s nothing but a slut
Everyone’s had Marissa but me

She has something inside her
I’m drawn to girls who hide there
Buried in all their mystery
Tearing her insides, I’m wanting to find
The reasons for her misery

Round and round, round and round we go
Where we stop nobody knows

Marissa knocks on my door late at night in the heavy poor to where it hard to tell she’s crying
We sit in my car I hold her tight to keep her warm and she tells me of her story

She tells me of home, the abuse that she’s known
And that she’s aborting the baby
I’ve always regretted the oath that I wouldn’t tell a soul
So no one knows Marissa but me

Round and round, round and round we go
Where we stop nobody knows

Round and round, round and round we go
Then she stopped
Track Name: Discernible Day
I woke from the dream to a wedding dress ruffling in the dark
But she was sleeping across town, because to see her is bad luck
I feel I might be happy if I can feel at all anymore
Or maybe I’m just going through the motions
A wave crashing the shore

With eyes made for her
I shower and shave
In the shower at my mothers house
On the discernible day

I arrive at the church I grew up in, Restless and distraught
I stare the faces of people I know, there just to wish me luck
I tell them that I'm happy and pretend I'm not confused
But looking back at the video, not even I bought the ruse

With eyes made of her
I smile and shake
The hand of her father
On the discernible day

I watch her walking down the aisle, anxiously she moves
We were playing some Stryper song for heavy metal "I Do's"
I try not to stumble through my vows or lock my knees
I see her family glaring on, it's the first time they met me

With eyes made for her
We cut the cake
And pose for pictures
On the discernible day

With eyes my of her
We drive away
In my shoe-polished Mustang II
On the discernible day

Got a room at the Sandpiper Inn motel
For one night from my grandpa
We ordered biscuits and gravy in bed
Then she fell asleep

With eyes made of her
I lay awake
And wonder what the hell I just did
On the discernible day
With eyes made for her
I just turned eighteen
I lay by my pregnant wife
I finally fell asleep