Rest Easy Wake Happy (Written by Matt Benson)

He's going traveling the world to give an answer to a callin'

He said, I feel the need to gather speed

And I'm sick and tired of stalling

Wants to drive down the freeway in a getaway car

And feel like he's in those movies, like an old western.

Lie in the desert and bury that big win

Feel like he's in those movies, with that old silver-screen grin

Yeah, yeah

Rest easy and wake happy

I'll save a smile for you in case you come around

Keep that promise

That on the 5th of may you made me

And Look me up If you're feeling down

He wants to fly through the air in an old jet plane

Just like in that novel, the one by, what's his name?

And run off with the waitress, dressed from 1922

Just like in that novel, the one he never made it through

Ooh, rest easy and wake happy

I'll save a smile for you in case you come around

Keep that promise, that on the 5th of may you made me

And look me up if you're feeling down

He wants to move to Copenhagen, Learn the language and get along

Feel like he in the lyrics of his favorite song

Sail across the oceans and on the fifty-seventh day

He said he'll come back like a painting by the artist Claude Monet

And hey, rest easy and wake happy I'll save

A smile for you in case you come around

Keep the promise, that on the 5th of may you made me

And look me up if you're feeling down

Rest easy and wake happy I'll save

A smile for you in case you come round

Keep the promise that on the 5th of may you made me

And look me up if you feeling down

Sit Back Down Again (Written by Matt Benson)

Early in the morning, Kathy closes her suitcase

She's running late for the bus that takes her

Takes her when she goes

Why don't you stay another night, have a drink and watch the fight?

But with a smile she told me, "hey, I've got to go”

And when you're feeling down

Won't you have a little talk with yourself

As if you were your own best friend?

On the day that there's no such thing as easy

Pick up that phone or come and see me

Gotta know when to work real hard and when to sit back down again

And I said, hey, come on, sit down, sit back down again

You might want to sail to seven oceans, bring back stories to tell

Might want to dance with a quiet stranger in a two-star hotel

You could learn to be a writer, I could read about you then

Or you could practice as a scholar and be my educated friend

When you're feeling down, won't you have a little talk with yourself

As if you were your own best friend

On the day that there's no such thing as easy

Pick up that phone or come and see me

Gotta know when to work real hard And when to sit back down again

And I said hey, come on, sit down, sit back down again

I'll meet you in that bar on Curtain Street

When all this moving on is over

We can sit up on the roof and look down at the folks below

You can tell me about all the smiling faces

And the cold and unknown places

I'm giving you all of my love so keep it with you where you go

And when you're feeling down

Won't you have a little talk with yourself

As if you were your own best friend?

On the day that there's no such thing as easy

Pick up that phone or come and see me

Gotta know when to work real hard

And when to sit back down again

And I said, hey, come on

Sit down

Won't you sit back down again?

I said, hey, come on

Sit down

Won't you sit back down again

Broken Masterpiece (Melody Cian Boylan / lyrics Matt Benson)

Broken Masterpiece

Standing in dis-ease

Saw you climbing through the trees

Now you're hiding but it sees you

It waits beneath, unseen like a thief

It's listening to you breathing, soundlessly perceiving

Down you go, you're climbing oh so slow

Don't know if it sees you, no one will believe you

But…

There has to be something supernatural

Standing in the shadows

You think you heard footsteps just a second ago

Oh no!

Then you'll feel something whisper in your ear

I'm the one that needs you

You're praying I'm a nightmare

And I'm just preying on you

It's not what you believe, it's what believes in you

Oh, it's not what you believe, it's what believes in you

Strange mistake, that no one meant to make

The angels will disown you because this monster wants to hold you

A lack of grace, those eyes look painted on its face

It turns to look toward you, Master will reward you

And down you go, you're climbing oh so slow

Don't know if it sees you, and no one will believe you

But…

There has to be something supernatural

Standing in the shadows

You think you heard footsteps just a second ago

Ah, no!

And then you feel something whisper in your ear

I'm the one that needs you

You're praying I'm a nightmare

And I'm just preying on you

It's not what you believe, it's what believes in you

It's not what you believe, it's what believes in you

It's not what you believe, it's what believes in you

Hey won't you listen when I tell you that it's true?

It's not what you believe, it's what believes in you

Won't you listen when I tell you that it's true?

Rescue Song (Melody Cian Boylan / lyrics Matt Benson)

I shook off another breakdown like the cloud shakes off the rain

Unholy, lowly behavior

Just need a little lie down

I'll get on my feet again

I'm learning how to be my favorite saviour

I had a brand new rope, and a big old oak

But those thoughts rolled off and found themselves a song

It's my repair shop for the lonely

With a chorus like a branch to hold on

I feel just like a straw house in another hurricane

Loaded and clothed in your laughters

I think I'm gonna run now like a greyhound in the rain

What else is dreaming but a thing to chase after?

Had a brand new rope, and a big old oak

But those thoughts rolled off and found themselves a song

It's my repair shop for the lonely

With a chorus like a branch to hold on

With a chorus like a branch, rescue song

This is my rescue song

You could keep it in your pocket

Or wear it in a locket

And put it on, yeah

Little rescue song

It'll rescue some

Won't you stand and take a minute

And every second you can give it, add it on?

My little rescue song

Yeah it'll rescue some

Yeah, yeah

Won't you stand and take a minute

And every second you can give it add it on

Yeah you can put it in your pocket

Or you can wear it and I'll locket

And put it on, yeah

Stand and take a minute

And every second you can give it add it on

You don't have to worry anymore

Keep it in your pocket

Won't you keep it in your pocket

You never gonna know when you might wear it

It's a little rescue song

Won't you put it in your pocket

Maybe you can take it out once in a while

And stick it on?

Yeah, yeah, rescue song

The London Line (Written by Matt Benson)

She had a lust for irreverence and a loathing for the self

And she's looking for a hook to hang her story

I'm sitting at the bar, her eyes they catch mine

So I try to summon up some tales of glory

She'll have a glass of what is best

To sedate a mind that will not rest

And she sits right down

And throws a smile towards me

And she said…

Play a hand on me

Roll the dice for me, take a chance on me, won't you?

I'm tired and I want someone to talk to

Take a weight off me, take a stand for me

Make my day for me won't you? I'm lonely and I want someone to talk to

So I told her about the days I spent traveling away

And how I found myself right back where I started

The dreams that I have chased, yeah I've sniffed a little taste

Oh but failure is too good for my soul

So I told her about the time that I walked the London line

And how I lost myself unknown and uncharted

The dreams that I have chased, yeah I've sniffed a little taste

And what is good is always bad for you too

So play a hand on me, roll the dice for me

Take a chance on me won't you?

I'm tired and I want someone to talk to

Take a weight off me, take a stand for me

Make my day for me won't you?

Cause I'm lonely and I want someone to talk to

You know I never feel alone, especially when I on my own

It's in that crowded room that I'm lonely as a stone

Before you walk away, there's something I must say

If the words don't leave my mouth I'll never know

You might have to leave and vanish from my sight

Would you like to fall in love before you go?

Pushed her hair behind her ear

Took another sip of beer and fixed her dress

As she walked to the door

Called me over by my name, we were like children playing games

And we danced a little hole in the floor

And she said play a hand on me roll a dice for me

Take a chance on me won't you?

I'm tired and I want someone to talk to

Take a weight off me, take a stand for me

Make my day for me, won't you?

Cause I'm lonely and I want someone to talk to

Play a hand on me, roll a dice for me, take a chance on me, won't you?

Cause I'm tired and I want someone to talk to

She'll have a glass of what is best

To sedate a mind that will not rest

Glory (Melody Cian Boylan / lyrics Matt Benson / Title Niall Breslin)

Thunder in July

Lightning lit the sky

Electrified

Glory be thy guide

That's my boy, time to go

Time to get up, my little hero

Up for the show

Time is wasting, don't you know?

But if you search for glory You might find it don't you know?

And once you get it then you better let it go

And like the preacher sings on longwave radio

Put your heavy burdens on the floor

But nothing is ever easy

And I don't think that it should be

Only rule that I know

You don't fight, then you don't grow

Ah you do, or you don't

You chase it or you won't

You can wait in wings

Like a songbird that never sings

And if you search for glory

You might find it, don't you know?

And once you get it then you better let it go

And like the preacher sings on long-wave radio

Put your heavy burdens on the floor

If you search for glory

You might find it, don't you know?

And once you get it, then you better let it go

And like the preacher sings on longwave radio

Put your heavy burdens on the floor

Put your heavy burdens on the floor

Put your heavy burdens on the floor

Put them down on the floor

The Way It Should Be (Written by Cian Boylan)

Here I come, there I go, trombone player from a traveling show

I'm gonna tell you, that's the way it should be

Let me say what's left unspoken

I don't wanna break the news but it's already broken

You got to hear it from me, that's the way it should be

I find myself talking in a round about way

I wanna say it straight but that'll be the day

You got to hear it from me, that's the way it should be

You've been seen, about the town, up to no good, getting down

You've been running around, and I won't stand

For what you sayin', and the games you've been playing

So, lookie here, listen to me

Before you go lying you're in good company

Cause I been sleepin with your sister and your mama knew

Yes, she did, and what you gonna do?

Here I came, and there I went

What can I tell you, it's a life we'll spent

And like I told you before

That's the way it should be

Yeah, like I told you before

That's the way it should be

And like I told you before

That's the way it should be

Strangers and Angels (Composed by Matt Benson & Cian Boylan)

His jacket and his keys were by the door

He checked the mirror, he's off to see her highness

Dressed up in all his finest

Loves her, but he never told her so

A love as strong now as it was those years ago

And have you ever been amazed?

By a moment that you made?

The Stranger and The Angel

Two stars of the high school play

That kiss it tastes like lemonade

Georgia traced the lines across her face

In the window of the house where she was brought up

Where all her dreams were thought of

She loves him, but she never told him so

A love as strong now as it was those years ago

And have you ever been amazed?

By a moment that you made?

The stranger and The Angel

Two stars of the high school play

That kiss, it tastes like lemonade

They met at 'Billy's Bar and Diner'

Years later

Hey Georgia would you mind if I sat beside you?

And she said "find love and you never let it go

Cause life is shorter than you're ever gonna know"

Yeah, "find love and don't you let it go

Cause life is shorter than you're ever gonna know"

"Yeah, find love, find love

And never let it go now

Life is shorter than you're ever gonna know

Find love, find love

Yeah, yeah, yeah

Why don't you go and find love?

Yeah, yeah, yeah

Do do do do do-do do do do do og find love

Oh, you're never gonna find love

Love love love love love love

If you ever gonna ever gonna find love

…

Annie (Written by Matt Benson)

Annie studied for her classes

Then pushed her books down to the floor

She stood up and grabbed her umbrella

Walked right out the door

I saw her by the playground

She was laughing to herself

I gave her petrol station flowers that I'd picked up for someone else

"Hey Annie, why you laughing? And why you stood here by yourself?"

She said, "you'd do something more to me than any book from any shelf”

We were wrong in all the right places

In that all wrong, right-on way

September, Thursday the 13th

Heaven knows it was a hell of a day

Like two kids laughing in that taxi from the stand

We made each other smile and we took each other's hand

The driver dropped us by the dance-hall

With a smile, with a wink

Humming Cohens 'Hallelujah'

Said "keep my fare and have a drink"

With a cool beer on the table she kicks the high heels from her feet

And whispers "life it often gets me down"

"But tonight we got it beat”

We were wrong in all the right places

In that all wrong, right-on way

September, Thursday the 13th

Heaven knows it was a hell of a day

We wound up on a rooftop with cigarettes and gin

I said "if there's nothing left to fight for

Then there's nothing left to win"

But "ah" she said "you know"

"You can't have pleasure without pain"

"And you can't come home with me under my lucky umbrella"

"'Less you got a little rain”

We were wrong in all the right places

In that all wrong, right-on way

September, Thursday the 13th

Heaven knows it was a hell of a day

We were wrong in all the right places

In that all wrong, right-on way

September, Thursday the 13th

Heaven knows it was a hell of a day

The Well Dressed Gentleman (Written By Matt Benson & Cian Boylan)

I am the well-dressed gentleman

The kind you smile at in the street

You can buy or sell your soul from me

And anything else you need

My suit was made in England

My hat from Gay Paree

But I'm not so well dressed on the inside

Won't you come inside and see?

Got a little black book in my pocket

Give me your details I don't care

But if your names in the book in my pocket

Good luck getting out of there

Cause I am the well-dressed gentleman

You've seen me round your town

But you can't see what I'm thinking

Is that I'm walking through a feeding ground

Cause I'm older than the sun

Much older than the moon

To me those little stars in the sky

Are all brand new

I'm the hangman

I'm the boogeyman

And I've got my eyes on you

I see you bought yourself airs and some graces

You got a brand new belt and some braces

So I'll drink me a glass of what's dripping

And I'll follow you to the races

Oh, nothing is ever exciting

When you know how it's got to end

So please don't look behind you

And I'll make this quick, my friend

Cause I'm older than the sun

Much older than the moon

To me those little stars in the sky

They're all brand new

I'm the hangman

I'm the boogeyman

And I've got my eyes on you

Nancy And The Soldier (Written by Matt Benson)

My granddad was a soldier, from Wisconsin he came

They sent him to Ireland, and that's how I got my name

I don't know how he met Nancy, and I guess I never will

When my imagination looks upon it, it's like Storyville

I see him holding to his rifle and sparks light up his eyes

He's wishing he was dancing with Nancy under Irish skies

Let me play you the memory on your old phonograph

Of the Christmas that he got to hold her

And as my present this year

Gather round and you'll hear

The story of Nancy and the American soldier

Can you see them on the shipyards?

By the old First and Last?

He had just stepped off the boat

She was taking a photographs

And when that focus found him

Camera slipped right from her hand

And St Peter he was smiling by the old bandstand

And when Nancy looked up, the soldier was there

And she thought maybe there are angels rolling dice somewhere?

Let me play you the memory on your old phonograph

Of the Christmas that he got to hold her

And as my present this year, gather round and you'll hear

The story of Nancy and the American soldier

He said, "I've spent my whole damn life

Tryin to be somewhere else

But now somewhere else

Is just the last place that I'd wanna be

Will you dance with me Nancy, here on Charlotte Street?"

He was dancing with Nancy

When he closed his eyes in Normandy

That Christmas before he left

They were waiting for the snow

Nancy leaned in close to Vernon

"Hey Vernon, please don't go"

"Cause you haven't even left yet

And my heart is going wild

We could have a skip full of memories

And a handsome child"

The soldier got down on his knee on that cold Christmas night

He said that "with a ring on your finger I'd have a reason to fight"

"That alright?”

Let me play you the memory on your old phonograph

Of the Christmas that he got to hold her

And as my present this year

Gather round and you'll hear

The story of Nancy and the American soldier

My granddad was a soldier from Wisconsin he came

They sent him to Ireland, and that's how I got my name

I don't know how he met Nancy, and I guess I never will

When my imagination thinks upon it, it's like Storyville

I see him holding to his rifle, and sparks light up his eyes

Maybe he's dancing with Nancy up in paradise

Let me play you the memory on your old phonograph

Of the Christmas that he got to hold her

And as my present this year, gather round and you'll hear

The story of Nancy and the American soldier

The Last Goodbye (Melody Cian Boylan & Words by Matt Benson)

She is just not as in love as she first thought that she was

So she packed a bag and ran off out the door

She took his favorite gun, yeah she stole it just for fun

That man has no hold or her, anymore

There's no one to answer to

No one to pick on you

And no one to stop and ask you 'why?'

Nothing but open road

All she's got now is nowhere to go

And nothing but time to spare

But she's got a smile on her face

And a red dress to wear

She'll ride his motorbike

Wherever she would like

And maybe stop by 'Sammy's Railway Bar'

Where she'll beat the boys at pool

And dance just like she'll do

When no one is looking

But I know you know they are

There's no one to answer to

No one to pick on you

No one to stop, and ask you 'why?'

Nothing but open road

All she's got now is nowhere to go

And nothing but time to spare

But she's got a smile on her face, and a red dress to wear

And she'll forget just what it felt like to be lonely

And she'll forget just what it felt like to be told

And she'll remember what it feels like

To put her hand out of the window

When the warm wind blows

She might take the chance

And look for a romance

Just one good night with someone no one knows

But she wakes up with the sun

Cause she knows she's got to run

The trick with freedom is to catch it before it goes

The trick with love is to leave before it shows

There's no-one to answer to

And no one to pick on you

And no one to stop and ask you 'why?'

Nothing but open road

All she's got now is nowhere to go

And nothing but time to spare

But she's got a smile on her face

A smile back on her face

And a red dress to wear