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"ALL HELL'S BROKE LOOSE" by David Guilbault
All hell’s broke loose.
The angels are moving fast
To braid a godly noose and kill the caste.
Time to close the truth.
All is naught and naught is all.
Now is then, then is now, and now is past.
Goodly souls new born to endless sky.
Pain and fear and misery set free to die.
No one gets to choose.
Been happening long before.
Spirits go when and where they go.
No one can refuse.
Always walking through that door.
Nothing yet to learn, nothing left to know.
Goodly souls new born to endless sky.
Pain and fear and misery set free to die.
All hell’s broke loose.
The angels are moving fast
Time to mend the future; present; past.
There is no truth.
All that was is gone a/way.
All is all and all is all is all.
All is all and all is all is all.
All is all and all is all is all.
"All Hell's Broke Loose" © 2013 David Guilbault.
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And Then (Demo)
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"AND THEN" by David Guilbault
I got up this morning.
Made myself some bacon and eggs.
And then I went into the bathroom.
Had myself a shit and a shave.
And then I put on my long pants.
I did it one leg at a time.
And then I put on the rest of my clothes.
Each of them one at a time.
I opened the door and went out walking.
People were looking at me.
And I was looking right back at them.
Wond'rin' what there was to see.
And then I thought about some cool stuff.
And wondered why I did that.
Wondered if the things I thought about
Would ever trouble a cat.
Can't really help what I'm wond'rin' about.
Why does my hair itch under my hat?
Took my hat off and scratched the itch.
Then took the hat and put it back.
And then I thought about an old friend.
And the girl who got away.
Don't really care what happened to that old friend.
I hope that girl never gets laid.
And then I wondered about wandering.
And I wandered over there.
But there was nothing there so I wandered back.
I'm over here, in case you care.
What we think about is often
Why we're prone to self-obsess.
And then I thought about who I was.
And then I got lunch at the taco truck.
And then I went home and wrote this song.
It's a masterpiece, I'm sure of it.
And then I went back into the bathroom.
And had myself another shit.
And then something remarkable happened.
Something I can not put in words.
"And Then" © 2013 David Guilbault.
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As You Are (Demo)
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"AS YOU ARE" by David Guilbault
You are enough
Just as you are.
You are enough
As you are.
You have a voice.
You have a choice.
You have the power
To live your life
As you are
Though they say no,
What do they know?
Never take no
To your heart
These are your eyes.
This is your time.
You go the way
You want to go
As you are.
So-o-o now.
Go-o-o now.
Show how you
Are.
You are enough
As you are.
"As You Are" © 2011 David Guilbault.
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"BEEN AROUND THE SUN" by David Guilbault
Been around the sun, son, too many times.
Been around the sun, son. Nearly blinded my eyes.
Been around the sun, son. Orbit’s on the wane.
Goin’ ‘round the sun, holdin’ on to a cane.
Days they been hard, son. Nights, they been worse.
Years they been rolling, chartin’ a curse.
Been around that sun, son. Circle keepin’ time.
Goin’ ‘round the sun, getting’ ready to die.
‘Round and ‘round and ‘round we go.
Where we stop, nobody knows.
Just want it to go some more,
‘Fore I’m dropped at eternity’s door.
Been around the sun, son, maybe seen too much.
Like the glow of the cosmic flow, the sting of the godly / touch.
Been around the sun, son. Now I think I know.
When the sun goes dark, the light will show.
‘Round and ‘round and ‘round we go.
When we stop, nobody knows.
Just want it to go some more,
‘Fore I’m dropped at eternity’s door.
Been around the sun, son, so close to the end.
Been around the sun, son, just doin’ what I can.
Been around the sun son. Don’t know why or when.
Goin’ ‘round the sun, so close to the end.
"Been Around the Sun" © 2013 David Guilbault.
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On My Fingertips (Demo)
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"ON MY FINGERTIPS" by David Guilbault
The first time I opened your robe
My fingers found your skin,
And I found a home.
I can still – feel you here - on my fingertips.
The first time I quickened your breath
And I held your hips,
And I caressed your breast.
I can still - feel your release - on my fingertips.
My hands knew the curves of your body.
Felt the way it moved with mine.
They were always there
To brush away your tears.
They still feel you through time.
The first time I felt you leave,
My touch left cold,
My soul to grieve.
I can still - feel your loss - on my fingertips.
My hands knew the curves of your body.
Felt the way it moved with mine.
They touched you deep
And trembled with your love.
They still know you through time.
The first time I touched your heart
And you felt it true,
And it held you through.
I can feel - all of you - on my fingertips.
"On My Fingertips" © 2013 David Guilbault.
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So Different (Demo)
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"SO DIFFERENT" by David Guilbault
I’ve had enough.
You’re not done yet.
I didn’t get
That we’re so different.
I feel content.
You want to roam.
I didn’t know
We were so different.
Black and white. Right and wrong.
Up and down. Weak and strong.
Sometimes yes. Sometimes no.
That’s just the way it sometimes goes.
It’s not the same
As it was then.
A time came when
We became so different.
Take a look at me.
See me as I am.
Come take my hand.
Are we so different?
Black and white. Right and wrong.
Up and down. Weak and strong.
Sometimes yes. Sometimes no.
That’s just the way, it sometimes goes.
Time came and went.
We changed along the way.
Right now, this day
We are so different.
We’re not the same
As we have been.
But, then again,
Viva, la difference.
"So Different" © 2011 David Guilbault.
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Tell Me (Demo)
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"TELL ME" by David Guilbault
Tell me.
Tell me what I should do.
Help me.
Help me to see this thing through.
Now that I know
What I have done,
Please show me how
To right this wrong.
What is wrong with me?
How could I done so bad?
Let me know, it’s oh so sad.
Dear one,
I know that I can count on you.
Dear one,
You always did know what to do.
Now that I know
What I have done,
Please show me how
To right this wrong.
What is wrong with me?
How could I done so bad?
Let me know, it’s oh so sad.
Tell me.
Tell me what I should do.
"Tell Me" © 2011 David Guilbault.
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"THE COFFEE AIN'T READY YET" by David Guilbault
The whiskey’s gone. The coffee ain’t ready yet.
Ev’rything is wrong. There’s a pounding in my head.
The whiskey’s gone. Can’t remember what I said.
The whiskey’s gone.
The coffee’s on.
I wish I was dead.
Ev’rything was fine when this party started off.
But, cigarettes and wine didn’t seem to be enough.
Had to open the rye. Had to open the rum.
The whiskey’s gone.
The coffee’s on.
What have I done?
What did I say to you? What did you tell me back?
Why are there scratches on my face and my back?
Why do you look at me like I have done you wrong?
When the whiskey pours I come undone.
The whiskey’s gone. The coffee ain’t ready yet.
Time to atone for my failings once again.
Time to go home, with old shame and new regret.
The whiskey’s gone.
The coffee’s on.
I wish I was dead.
The whiskey’s gone.
The coffee’s on.
I wish I was ...
"The Coffee Ain't Ready Yet" © 2013 David Guilbault
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"WHILE THE FAMILY HIDES" by David Guilbault
Auntie Evie is drinking heavy.
She don’t know what went wrong.
She’s all alone in the family home.
All the kids are long gone.
She’s too mean to die. She’s too cruel to cry.
She just lives her lies while the family hides.
Uncle Harry is hardly married.
He knows all that’s gone wrong.
He leaves her alone in the family home.
He wants to be long gone.
She’s too mean to die. She’s too cruel to cry.
She just lives her lies while the family hides.
“It’s not my fault,” she says.
“I won’t take the blame.”
“I don’t know why they fought,” she says.
“But, I think that it’s a shame.”
Number one son just swallowed his gun.
He couldn’t take any more.
Too may tears and too many fears.
Too many hearts made sore.
She’s too mean to die. She’s too cruel to cry.
She just lives her lies while the family hides.
“It’s not my fault,” she says.
“I will not take the blame.”
“I don’t know why they fought,” she says.
“They should all be ashamed.”
Auntie Evie is drinking heavy.
She don’t know what went wrong.
"While the Family Hides" © 2013 David Guilbault.
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David Guilbault Seattle, Washington
Seattle singer-songwriter David Guilbault writes, records & performs honest-to-goodness soulful music of love, life and loss - heartfelt songs that live in the truth.
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