Written by Amy O'Bryan 

Amy O'Bryan:  Guitar, Percussion, and Vocals
Allison Loper:  Keys

Lyrics:

Fake James was a preacher man practicing on eye exams, except he wasn’t really a preacher man, and he had no business performing eye exams.

Eileen knew his secret from the backdoor dealings and she even had a fling with James before he started stealing.
 
John knew about her secret as he tapped into her emails and he spotted Fake James as he stopped by one day.

John was nervous so he started to tell Marie all he knew about that email.

With all conspiring detail
And in the end he started forwarding that email
All around the town

Marie confronted Eileen with her beautiful physique and kissed her on the lips.

When Eileen started to resist, Marie pulled back and started in on Fake James.

As the color ran from her face she wondered exactly what Marie must know
She denied the tryst and began to kiss Marie
With manipulation trying desperately to keep that secret hidden away. 

Now, Eileen was keeping two secrets and neither one was worth those guilty feelings.

She was trying to protect the reputation of the town.

A town that had no respect for…Eileen.

White Trash Blood

Fake James

Written by:  Amy O'Bryan, Robert Ray Tubbs, Sr., and David O'Bryan

Vocals and Guitar:  Amy O'Bryan

Open Book

Keystone Days

Written by Amy O'Bryan and Sarah Gilbert
Artwork by Aaron Blanton

Lyrics:

He used to say I had lemon lips,
Hard to resist my bitter kiss,
Spent hours staring into my eyes,
Didn't bother to say goodbye.

He put our love on trial,
Black-out drinking was his style,
The Maker's Mark was the judge,
I chaperoned, but held no grudge.

Our love was like a broken vase,
The one he threw at my face,
Tore off my panties that very night,
And I never felt more alive.

Chorus:

We could really hurt each other, but...
We had enough passion to start the place on fire,
The love we made drowned me in desire.
If I had known the fortune I found in you,
I would have thought twice, before I was untrue.

Invited out for drinks with a friend,
So much more, I can't pretend,
Nothing waiting at home for me,
Only silence and misery.

Made a mistake, I can't take it back,
Thought he had everything that you lack,
Now I can see I was such a fool,
Threw it away and broke the rule.

You're gone forever I can't amend,
Left this world, we weren't even friends,
Wish we could talk one more time,
Only see you in my mind.

Repeat Chorus

I wish I could call you, but you can't pick up,
Your house key still hangs by the key to my truck,
I see all your paintings every time that I wake up,
Still wear all the t-shirts that you didn't pack up.

Repeat Chorus

He used to say I had lemon lips,
Hard to resist my bitter kiss,
Spent hours staring into my eyes, 
Never got (didn't bother) to say goodbye...

Dreaming Outloud

Bitter Kiss

Bitter Kiss (feat. Sarah Gilbert)

Written by: Amy O'Bryan and Sarah Gilbert
Music by: Amy O'Bryan

Lyrics:

Staring at the skyline,
From our shitty 5th floor room,
$150 bucks a night,
We'd be safe you'd assume.

The sliding door won't lock,
And the maintenance man never came.
Shoved the luggage rack in the door,
So we wouldn't get raped.

Looking down on the neighborhood,
Liquor store's around the block.
We wanna stock the mini-fridge,
But it just ain't safe to walk.

Chorus:
We were getting drunk on Broadway,
In Nashville, TN.
We left out mark on the walls of the city.
Dancing to the music like no one's watching me,
And leaving it behind feels like such a pity.

Tin Pan South weekend,
Tons of acts all over town.
Music pours from open doors,
Getting lost inside the sound.
Hot chicken is perfection,
And the locals are so sweet.
Reminds you of your hometown,
And your fondest memory.

Repeat Chorus

Ubered to a bar on the outskirts of town,
Met Heather who showed us the way.
Before I knew it I was puking in the trash cans,
Of Music City USA

Repeat Chorus

Music City USA

Music City USA

Written, Arranged, and Recorded by Amy O’Bryan and Robert Tubbs collaborated on guitar solo

Lyrics:

I can’t believe this is really happening – I make-believe it up – Dreaming of a future – A future sure to kill me – I see it all play out in my mind – The DNA on the jacket and the phone call late at night – A full-size night of drinking

Chorus:
What luxuries would you afford yourself when you’re just destined to be found in blood? (repeat)

Jealous boyfriend out to get me – Knowing the outcome in my mind - I do my best to change things – But it all happens the same – This happens to be my destiny

Chorus

Catching a glimpse of you – Catching a glimpse in my mind – As I wonder through trash-filled streets – I wonder what it is I will find – Just a bunch of fucking memories that I left behind – I left behind – Highway up ahead sprawled out like a long daydream – A long daydream full of times we never shared – We never shared – Darkness reaching down deep, as the light only touches the edges – A shimmer across the sky, the moon, a nightlight – Guide us on our way

Chorus

Dying In a Dream

Dying In A Dream

Unsolicited true story told by my Dad about killing a raccoon on his farm.

Recorded speakerphone conversation between Robert Ray Tubbs, Sr., David O'Bryan, and Amy O'Bryan

Spooky background music by Amy O'Bryan

Redrum

Written, Arranged, and Recorded by Amy O’Bryan

Lyrics:

I miss all the words that you say – And I miss those games that you play – I miss your face when it lights up a room, can’t even assume, you’re alone for long – I miss the way you say my name – And I miss the way you stare at me in the day – I can’t feel the same without you here in my life – I’m all right – But I miss you every day of my life – Yes, I miss you every day of my life – My life – I miss you every day - Things just can’t be right – When I know that you’re here and you don’t even say “hi” – You don’t even reply – But I miss you every day – I miss you every single day – I miss you every day of my life

I Miss You Every Day

Written, Arranged, and Recorded by Amy O’Bryan

You’re a joke, but I bet you already know that – Can’t control who you are on the inside – Moody shadow covering happiness - Drowning out your motives and poisoning society – Society – Like pawns in a chess game, we wait our turn – To draw conclusions through your pretend concern – Focused only on yourself and dragging others into your miserable existence – Existence – I’ll fight back with unusual persistence

Chorus:
Never going back, never giving in
You move forward and we all sit (repeat)
We all sit (repeat chorus)

Jealous of what you deny yourself – Continually dragging us down so we feel like you – Like you – 
You’re a joke, but I bet you already know that…

Never Going Back, Never Giving In

Written, Arranged, and Recorded by Amy O’Bryan

So much to consider as a summer breeze fills up the car – I’m driving all alone in darkness, into night, on my way home - Feeling music move through me and all my thoughts are scattered – As the wind shifts in direction, nothing seems to matter now – I’ve been here so many times on this darkened road alone – There is nothing I can say – There is nothing I can do to change the outcome – I fear a mistake is on its way, without a damn thing I can do or say – As I glance over, trees are swaying in the breeze – As I consider what is true, blank space violates humid dew – If I were to ever see you, if there comes a day or time – There is nothing I can say – There is nothing I can do – Game Over – I Lose

Foreboding

Written, Arranged, and Recorded by Amy O’Bryan

The sun and the moon is shining on you – It’s taking away all the greys and the blues – There’s hearts in the sky and hearts in your eyes – When you open the door, your love will arrive

Chorus:
Fun Happy Upbeat – Get on your feet – Don’t lose the feeling, skip-along melody (repeat)

Seashells on the beach – Waves crash in your sleep – I look to you and you’re smiling at me – There’s hearts in the sky and hearts in your eyes – When you open the door, your love will arrive

Chorus

Put a record on, the night won’t be long – A perfect ending to a carnival song

Fun Happy Upbeat

Written, Arranged, and Recorded by Amy O’Bryan

Wonderin’ how to make your wishes come true after talking to you on the phone – I said, “Dad, what you want me to do when you’re dead and gone?”

Chorus:
You can throw me in a ditch for all I care,
Leave me on this farm; I wanna die right here,
If you have a funeral they’ll all stop and stare,
Burn me up, whatever you decide, is fair.

Now, I’m confused, I thought you wanted me to bury you with a case of beer?  In a pocket tee, with a carton of smokes, and a worn out pair of old work boots

Chorus

Dad's Song

Written, Arranged, and Recorded by Amy O’Bryan

Little scraps of poetry, hanging out on a page – On a page, a page, just words on a page, a page

Chorus:
Pining for you, semi-obsessed
Like a jigsaw puzzle, with a missing piece

Drawn to you, in a way, instincts say you feel, you feel the same, the same – But feelings change, they change

Chorus

Up in the attic I’m painting a picture – Everywhere I look I see dusty treasure – Uncovering a box of old letters, revealing what we said that night 

Chorus

Once you’re gone I replay all the words that you say, that you say, you say, that you say, you say

Chorus

I hate how you make me feel
But I will always love you still

A Box of Old Letters

A Box Of Old Letters

Microchip

Written, Arranged, and Recorded by Amy O’Bryan

At a booth in the back of the room.  With a smile across your face.  Observing, absorbing dim light.  As a shadow fills the space.   Hang on, it’s just a memory.  Hang on this too will pass.  Hang on, my frozen memory.  I’ll never lose track.  Searching for your secret.  Searching in the dark.  Your presence makes me feel alive.  Hang on, it’s just a memory.  Hang on this too will pass.  Hang on, my frozen memory.  I’ll never lose track. I don’t want to miss you, I don’t us to lose track, I could never forget you, I’ll keep on looking back.  Let’s never get lost again.  Let’s get right back on track.  Don’t waste time on the past, we will catch up eventually.  Insert a computer chip just beneath your skin. Turn on your location, I won’t lose you again.  Hang on, it’s just a memory.  Hang on this too will pass.  Hang on, my frozen memory.  I’ll never lose track.

Microchip

Written, Arranged, and Recorded by Amy O’Bryan

I’ve been driving all night, but I don’t know why.  Been trying to figure out what’s important in my life.  Dreaming of a place in the rain.  Dreaming of a place that’s next to you.  But I’m just lost, lost.  I’m just lost.  I’m just lost, lost.  Hoping to be found.  Dreaming of a place in the rain.  Dreaming of a place that’s next to you.  There’s teardrops in my eyes, I’ve gone blind.  I can see the road ahead, you’re not mine.  Now I’m a disgrace, in your eyes.  There’s nothing left of me that’s made of you.  So, I’m just lost, lost.  I’m just lost.  I’m just lost, lost.  I, I won’t be found.  I’m dreaming of a place in the rain.  I’m dreaming of a place right next to you.

Lost

Written, Arranged, and Recorded by Amy O’Bryan

Why am I living this way?  Putting myself through the same shit every day?  Tormenting my happiness until there’s nothing left.  You tell me that you love me, you tell me that you care.  Show me your passion that’s honestly there.  As I remain alone, in this empty apartment wishing you’d come home.  Your memory is everywhere, but only you’re not here.  Wishing I could hold you at least once a day.  Hearing your lies that ring so true.  I’m so pathetic and you’re so fucking cruel.  But I’m no different than you, you fool.

Lies So True

Written, Arranged, and Recorded by Amy O’Bryan
David O’Bryan on Harmonica

You’re like a fire that shines through the trees, when the westward sun is sweetly setting.  

And you’re the last pink light of the day before Saturday slips away. 

I’m dreaming, dreaming outloud now.  Dreaming I will see you again.  

Every day is beautiful, a beautiful day if I can see your face.  And I know your face, anyplace, even if I can’t see your eyes.  

I’m dreaming, I’m dreaming outloud now.  Dreaming I will see you again.  

You’re the last pink light of the day before Saturday slips away.

Written and Arranged by Amy O'Bryan

I think of you quite often.  I think of you all the time.  Your voice never leaves my mind.  I think of you in the morning, early sunshine.  I think of you when I’m tucked in at night.  And if I could wonder, I would wonder one thing.  Do you wish to see me again?  ‘Cos if you don’t I’m alright.  I guess I’ll make it through.  But I’d hate living without you.  So, I’ll think of you often, think of you all the time as your voice echoes in my mind.

Living Without You

Written by Amy O'Bryan and Sarah Gilbert 
Arranged by Amy O'Bryan

Sarah was turning 40 years old, so we booked a girl’s trip out on the road.  Decided on the Atlantic coast with Ed the Superhost.  Left KC for Nashville and spent the night downtown.  Got drunk and walked in the rain.  Passed out and woke up in pain.  We were heading out to Ed’s Garage - Air BNB close to the stars - Heading out to Ed’s Garage - Just me and you no entourage.  Stumbled out the door in the morning with obstacles all in our way.  I recall a wreck, a detour, and a tornado warning.  Destination – Savannah – Survive – On Burnside Island we finally arrived.  We were heading out to Ed’s Garage – Air BNB close to the stars – Heading out to Ed’s Garage – Cranes and fiddlers crawl down by the dock.  Ed showed us upstairs to the apartment above his garage.  He had many stories to tell, one about the water that came from his well.  And how the minerals had a funky smell, but best of all the wine was chilled. We were hanging out in Ed’s Garage – Air BNB up in the stars – Hanging out in Ed’s Garage – Used a Swiffer to get rid of the wasp.  Ed had three tenants and himself living on his land.  A working Brit, a retired teacher, and a stranded Canadian.  We were hanging out in Ed’s Garage – Air BNB up in the stars – Hanging out in Ed’s Garage – Ghosts might hang you from the Spanish moss.  We were hanging out in Ed’s Garage – Air BNB up in the stars – Hanging out in Ed’s Garage – Ed, I hope you appreciate our song.

Ed's Garage

Written and arranged by Amy O'Bryan

Lyrics:

You take me to places that I’ve never been.  The beautiful complexion of your skin.  Waking up with you will be my first choice.  Stay in bed forget about all of our chores.

**Chorus:

I’m the luckiest girl – The luckiest girl in the whole wide world – I’m the luckiest girl in the whole wide world – I am a, I am a lucky girl

I dream of you every time I see your face.  In my mind’s eye I’m thinking about where we end up.  The future is in our hands.  We can leave each day completely unplanned.  I dream of you every time I see your face.  Thinking of how lost I was before you came.  My life has changed, I need you each day.  Writing in the darkness I will love you forever.  Standing in the sunlight in your awesome sweater.  

**Repeat Chorus

I could spend the day dreaming of your face.  I do it already every single day.  I’m the luckiest girl in the whole wide world.  I’m the luckiest girl in the whole wide world.  I am a, I am a lucky girl.

I'm The Luckiest Girl In The Whole Wide World

I’ve been bouncin’ off the walls staying up all night.  Grandma said that liquor gets ya good and tight.  And I don’t have to wonder ‘cos it feels alright to me.  You walk along and you shuffle your feet blind to the people that you pass on the street.  Windows down, music playing loud.  Picking out a bum tapping his foot in the crowd.  I’ve been bouncin’ off the walls and it feels alright.  I’ve been bouncin’ off the walls staying up all night.  I’ve been bouncin’ off the walls and it feels alright.  I’ve been bouncin’ off the walls and it feels alright.  Gambling in Vegas keeps me up all night.  Free drinks are flowing and it still feels fine to me.  Pick up your new hand and a champagne glass.  The night is growing long and you’re still not trashed.  Six A.M. came too early again.  Time to head upstairs.  Time to cash it in.  I’ve been bouncin’ off the walls and it feels alright.  I’ve been bouncin’ off the walls staying up all night.  I’ve been bouncin’ off the walls and it feels alright.  I’ve been bouncin’ off the walls staying up all night.  Grandma said that liquor gets ya good and tight.  And I don’t have to wonder ‘cos it feels alright to me.  You walk along and you shuffle your feet blind to the people that you pass on the street.

Bouncin' Off The Walls

I wanted to give you something tangible, solid poetry to hold.  Not to make it right, only to let you know.  You left me to tend to my heart, now it’s broken, I’ve fallen apart.  Missing you, kissing you, in my mind.  Dreaming of a love that died as I reach for the paper to dry my eyes.  I don’t remember the last time I felt this worthless.  It’s alright to be alone.  I can make it on my own.  Critical of this secret mess, can’t escape it nonetheless.  It stays with me like an ailment, clouding the visions in my head.  You waltzed in and out of my life, carving the pain in my heart with your knife.  Cutting me down to size and I’m bleeding out replies.  It’s alright to be alone.  I can make it on my own.

I Can Make It (On My Own)

Written about my daughter, Ally, and the pride and joy she brings to my life.

Ally

Written about St. Patrick's Day 2017.  Sarcastic, yet serious song about traveling across the state of Kansas to visit my Dad.  The main idea being starvation.  My Dad says it's my best work, 'Salina, Salina, I won't forget you...'

Salina, Salina

Ruminative tune written about whatever you imagine it should be...

We Share a Dream

Driving Out to California

The sun is setting in the West,
The laundry's in the dryer.
The winter wind is howling outside,
My lover starts a fire.

We've been gone, working all day, 
And there's nothing left to do.
I'm just sitting here thinkin' of you!

Getting a foot rub on the couch,
Mid-century modern living room.
Crime shows, sports, or BBQ,
Displayed up on the tube.

Just relaxing, another week night,
And there's nothing left to do.
I'm just sitting here thinkin' of you!

Pork chops frying in the skillet,
Potatoes on the stove.
Isbell playing loud on the speaker,
Enjoying a long pour.

It's Friday night, time to celebrate,
And there's nothing left to do.
I'm just sitting here thinkin' of you!

Solo

Valentine orchids on the mantle,
Big soadie in my hand.
And if I kill these flowers again,
I know you'll understand.

Always here, loving me just right,
And what else can I do?
Just sit here and think of you!

Sitting Here Thinkin' of You

I used to climb a lot of trees, but that was when I was young – Tried to hide away from the person, the person I was – I used to sing, I used to sing with headphones on – Really thinking that I could sing – That I could sing along

Chorus:
Those days are gone,
Now, those days are gone,
All that remains
Is White Trash Blood (repeat)

I used to live, I used to live in a trailer – The neighbor across the street became a convicted serial killer – Used to see him down, I used to see him down at the pool – Probably out placing bodies in barrels while I was at school

Chorus

I always enjoyed a song about picking up – Picking up and getting far, far out of town – Something about running away and starting new – Being someone you don’t even know, forgetting who you were

Chorus

Now there are just songs that remind me of you – They remind me of you and our white trash blood – I wouldn’t have it any other, any other way – I’m embracing the feelings, inviting them in to stay

Chorus

White Trash Blood

Lost in this moment, 
Daydreaming of you.
Random thoughts are passing,
Prescribed with the blues.

Chorus:
Darkness falls around your morals,
They lay on the ground like an open journal.
And I never wanted to be read this easily,
And I never wanted to be anything like you.

Secret inside,
Is eating you alive.
Haunting images, 
From the corner of your mind.

But you can't help but keep it.
Keep those images hidden away...away
Take those thoughts with you.
Take them to your grave...your grave.

Making decisions,
You decide it's not worth it.
And it would just all get so fucked up,
In the end.
You never wanted to be read so easily,
And you never wanted to be anything,
Like me.

We’ve got, we’ve got, chemistry – Chemistry – We’ve got, we’ve got chemistry – Can’t you see? – Tongue-tied, tongue-tied, that’s how it feels, that’s how it feels – Tongue-tied, tongue-tied – Down-right evil

Chorus:
I was so naïve
I was so young
I was so stupid
You gotta leave me alone
Just leave me alone
Leave me alone

Make-believing, make-believing everything up, everything up - Catching my breath when I run – It’s you I run to and it’s you I run from – Sometimes, sometimes I just don’t care, I don’t care – Sometimes, sometimes I don’t care

Chorus

Leave Me Alone

I Can't Look Away

DREAMING OUTLOUD - Third full-length album available for purchase on Bandcamp

Innovative Singer-Songwriter / Independent Artist

Lo-fi tracks ranging from folk to rock about true experiences, crazy dreams, and from differing perspectives.

Multi-instrumentalist with main focus on guitar. All songs are original - written, recorded, mixed, and mastered at home, Nelson Square Studios.

Thank you for listening! <3

I love music, especially communicating with and listening to fellow artists!

Amy O'Bryan

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