I write and record my own songs in my home bedroom studio. I play the guitars and bass, do all the singing, and have world class drummers from EZDrummer3 on all these songs. The song lyrics are from my head and heart.

Rob Olsson - Rob on the Edge

Let's take a look in here, inside my head
Spider webs and dust blowing everywhere
Oh, wait! Something there moved, an original thought?
Or rats scrounging for a crumb of food

Jets passing overhead, cut across the blue sky
Then scream away

Poets dream of being read to sounds of music
Clowns dance alone in the privacy of home
Yellow tape cut down, some people gather around
Webs and dust blow on their bones

And then, what do you know, I remembered something important
Then it slipped away

Cut The Blue Sky

Single swing of the hammer drive the nail
Single wag of the tongue drive the jackknife

Drag me out by my feet, hands bound
Drag the poor man down, drop in quicksand

Struggle all your life
Do what's right
Struggle all your life
To be fair
Then in the end you end up a pile of bones

Call for help but no sound, I still scream
Fires rise around pile of bones

Struggle all your life
Do what's right
Struggle all your life
To be fair
Then in the end you end up a pile of bones

Violence begets violent life
Frantic in the quiet

Violence begets violent life
Frantic in the quiet

Struggle all your life
Do what's right
Struggle all your life
To be fair
Then in the end you end up a pile of bones

Dropped In Quicksand

Weather beaten face
Claim your space and talking to yourself
Not a word making any sense
Where you ever came from, that's unknown
And I guess that's where you're going

Filthy dirty clothes
Summer sweat permeate every pore
All the friends you think you know
Only exist in your head
And I guess that's where you've gone 

Obscenities well up inside
I would not ever vocalize
Why? Why do you waste your life?

Call me cold
I have this coldness deep inside my heart
Free to live your life any way you want

Obscenities well up inside
I would never vocalize
Why? Why do you waste your life?

Friends that exist in your head and I
Guess that's where you've gone





Coffee Bar Lady

Called on me to ask if I
Thought of putting off the cut
For an extra week or two
Took the opportunity, left for good

Customized and looking good
Razor sharp, dull neighborhood
I should never leave the house

Atmosphere had begun to turn
As if I ain't paid my due
Someone here not welcome
Barely arrive on time, out the door soon as done

Customized and looking good
Razor sharp, dull neighborhood
I should never leave the house

Opportunity to hide away
My intentions are'nt swayed
Options are I leave or stay, options are I leave or stay
I decide, I decide I will go

Took the opportunity, left for good

Customized and looking good
Razor sharp, dull neighborhood
I should never leave the house

Opportunity to hide away
My intentions are'nt swayed
Options are I leave or stay, options are I leave or stay
I decide, I decide I will go





I Should Never Leave The House

I, I got one I love so much
I got one I love so much
Hold her tight whispering sweet nothings
I can’t let go

Monday morning stretching out and yawning
Stretching out and yawning
Splash my face, get some coffee
In my robe

Maybe if I could find someone
To explain it
Maybe if I could find someone
Then I’d understand how lucky I am

Friday night nestled in your arms
Nestled in your arms
Another week gone isn’t lost
Weekend begun

Maybe if I could find someone
To explain it
Maybe if I could find someone
Then I’d understand how lucky I am

Felt like giving up
Throwing in the towel
Giving up is something that
I’ve never done

Maybe if I could find someone
To explain it
Maybe if I could find someone
Then I’d understand how lucky I am

I Felt like giving up
Throwing in the towel
Giving up is something that
I’ve never done


Bourbon Lucille

https://soundcloud.com/user-995867230?utm_source=clipboard&utm_medium=text&utm_campaign=social_sharing  Single Use: Guitar
Rob Olsson: Bass
Rob Lyrics/Vocs

Somewhere in my brain
Where light rarely flickers on
Bumping 'round in the dark

Truth is not one dimensional
I hold on to more than one truth

Shadows still fill 
The deepest corners of my mind
Try to wave them away like flies

Truth is not one dimensional
I hold on to more than one truth

Peeling away the layers of lies
I convince myself I'm right

Living in this three dimensional world
Do my best
Get on the right side of the truth

Peeling away the layers of lies
I convince myself I'm right

Somewhere in my brain
Where light rarely flickers on
Bumping 'round in the dark

Right Side Of The Truth /with Single Use And Recycled

Single Use And Recycled: Guitars, Songwriter
Rob Olsson: Bass, Lyrics/Vocals

You only love me when I
Do what you want me to 
Got this weight on my shoulder
Don’t want to be a martyr

Blooms in full flourish
Fold away at night
Out in summer air
Out in summer air

Can we talk about the fact that
You want to be free
You’re capable at any time
Break your bonds and run away

What you’re giving, only some of
What I want to take
Take it all for myself
Life turns on a dime

Blooms in full flourish
Fold away at night
Out in summer air
Out in summer air

Can we talk about the fact that
You want to be free
You’re capable at any time
Break your bonds and run away

You out in summer air
Prowling in my garden
Turn my back, you run away
Don’t know what you’ll encounter

You only love me when I
Do what you want me to 
Got this weight on my shoulder
Don’t want to be a martyr

Blooms in full flourish
Fold away at night
Out in summer air
Out in summer air

Life can turn on a dime
Turn on a dime
Life can turn on a dime

Blooms In Full Flourish w/Single Use And Recycled

Setting down 
Beautiful perfect feast
Settings are impeccable 
Laid flawlessly 

But I can’t live without your love
I’d starve to death
Fade to nothing
Without your love

Dropped off alone on an island
I could get by
Fully quenched
By your love

Bounty heaped
Steaming culinary delight
Platters brought to
Pleasured sighs

But I can’t live without your love
I’d starve to death
Fade to nothing
Without your love

Dropped off alone on an island
I could get by
Fully quenched
By your love

All the closeness we share
A familiar love in perfection

Bonded at the table side
Closeness we share
Familiar love
Sustenance

But I can’t live without your love
I’d starve to death
Fade to nothing
Without your love

Dropped off alone on an island
I could get by
Fully quenched
By your love

All the closeness we share
A familiar love in perfection


Steaming Culinary Delight

https://on.soundcloud.com/jlhR91YaRGb7XaLFZu
Single Use And Recycled: songwriter, guitars
Rob: bass, lyrics/vocals

Pull out my pistol 
Point it at the moon
Curse everything around me 
Curse the moon too

Imagine where we’d be right now if
Nothing never changed
Worry about things getting worse
Well, how ‘bout if nothing never got better

Nothing I can change
Out of my reach
Eat the fabric my being
Turn me inside out

Imagine where we’d be right now if
Nothing never changed
Worry about things getting worse
Well, how ‘bout if nothing never got better

Juices flowing ’tween my old tired bones
Feeling so much better

Imagine where we’d be right now if
Nothing never changed
Worry about things getting worse
Well, how ‘bout if nothing never got better

Cool mountain air fills my lungs
Blood coursing through my veins
Sweat drops on my brow

Read about it in the paper
Don’t exist no more
Sun on my face, I feel it
So much better now

Care to make a wager
Lay some money down
Money where your mouth is
Lay that hard cash down


Curse At The Moon Too

Swing from that tree
Feet dangling
Your mind float free
Butterfly cloverleaf

Cowboy ride inside your eye
Cowgirl follow close behind
Lasso swinging overhead

Breeze, summer breeze
Sway branch of willow tree
Some of their leaves fall
All their days revolve 

Cowboy ride inside your eye
Cowgirl follow close behind
Lasso swinging overhead

Guess this calls for celebration
Watermelon, ice cream cone

Stream running clean, cool gurgling
Morning bring blood flow head to toe

Cowboy ride inside your eye
Cowgirl follow close behind
Lasso swinging overhead

Guess this calls for celebration
Watermelon, ice cream cone


Cloverleaf And Butterfly

Single Use And Recycled: song writer, guitars
https://on.soundcloud.com/Q10mjSPzCOfMD5YN1Q

Rob: bass, lyrics/vocals

First time for everything
First hug, first kiss
When was the last time
Thought about any of this
All good things fall into place

Long ago you said you loved me
That was not untrue
I love me too, can’t blame you

I’m uneducated, unbathed
I’m a wreck
Check it out, whatcha gonna do?

First time for everything
First hug, first kiss
When was the last time
Thought about any of this
All good things fall into place

I’m no prince, that being said
Thanks a lot for hanging in 
I’ve got doubts, check it out

My lackadaisical attitude
C’est la vie
You’re still here, believe in me

Always hear so much talk about
The one soul mate
A lotta talk, check it out

First time for everything
First hug, first kiss
When was the last time
Thought about any of this
All good things fall into place

Good Things Fall

Leaning on a bannister
The light reflecting in your eye
Blood drains from my brain
My knees are weak, I sway

Your eyes betray the smile
Turn your face away
Look at me out the corner of your eye
My lips return the smile

Step away from the porch
Under full moon, on the bottom stair
Lean into my shoulder
Arms around me I am

Your eyes convey the smile
Turn your face away
Look at me out the corner of one eye
My lips return the smile

Can’t deny this feeling that
I’ve been here before, but may never be again

Stroll along the sidewalk
Kicking stones, breathing silently
Could this night last forever?
Knees are weak, I pray

Your eyes betray the smile
Turn your face away
Look at me out the corner of your eye
My lips return the smile

Can’t deny this feeling that
I’ve been here before, but may never be again 


Blood Drains From My Brain

https://on.soundcloud.com/9dygL6E2YSbdODGIVi
Single Use And Recycled-guitars, song writer
Rob-bass, lyrics/vocals

Turn on the radio
Expecting to hear your voice
Wait a minute, there’s no sound
Make another station choice

Look at myself in the mirror
Paintbrush seems unnatural
Give me my old faithful Fender

Next thing I hear is a favorite
Heard it so many times
Almost don’t like it anymore
Can’t take this again

I love that old familiar sound
Like your voice when I need a reset
Quell that whistling in my head

Look at myself 
Paintbrush seems unnatural
Give me my old faithful Fender

Quell that whistling in my head

 My best option might be 
Take a little friendship break
Find a book or canvas
Occupy my head for a while

I love that old familiar sound
Like your voice when I need a reset
Quell that whistling in my head

Look at myself in the mirror
Paintbrush seems unnatural
Give me my old faithful Fender

Quell that whistling in my head


Paintbrush Seems Unnatural

https://on.soundcloud.com/c3vPKqnUSooFz2rE1Q
Single Use And Recycled: guitars, songwriter
Rob: bass, lyrics/vocals

Just this afternoon
Looking at another ridiculous post
Remember how we used to 
Drink from the hose?
Yes I do, I’m so proud of myself

I would not trade away today
To go back to a time
Before we made our lives
So much better

Boonie desert parties
Circled around the keg, it was great
Talking about the bands 
We used to dig, best of all time
Nothing worth hearing any more

Back then had my friends
Back then had my family
All this still hold true today
Got good friends 
Got good family

I would not trade away today
To go back to a time
Before we made our lives
So much better

No, I think I’ve still got
Many good days ahead of me

I would not trade away today
To go back to a time
Before we made our lives
So much better

Big collars on our shirts
Used to be so disco man
Making popcorn in a pie tin
Big foil bubble on the stovetop

I would not trade away today
To go back to a time
Before we made our lives
So much better


Trade Away Today

One hit in my gut
Above the belt, war is fought
Next shot, cut my eye
Vision blinded

Time invested, hope elevated
All my eggs in one basket 
Lost it all in the blink of an eye 

Stopped outright, trail gone cold
Master plan been revised
No F.E.A.R.
Forget everything and run

Time invested, hope elevated
All my eggs in one basket 
Lost it all in the blink of an eye 

Can I be blamed
Feel sorry for myself
All my troubles
Blame them on myself 

Rude awakening, whole room spin
Crawl across the floor
Skull imploding 
Gonna be sick

Time invested, hope elevated
All my eggs in one basket 
Lost it all in the blink of an eye 

Can I be blamed
Feel sorry for myself
All my troubles
Blame them on myself


Hope Elevated

Single Use & Recycled: songwriter, guitars
https://on.soundcloud.com/c3vPKqnUSooFz2rE1Q
Rob: lyrics/vocals, bass, solo guitar

Along the way, out of curiosity
Ask me anything, I know it all

Know it all, that’s what they call me
Means I really don’t know a thing
Open my mouth
Prove it time and again

I can count to ten, three different languages 
No and yes and thank you 
That’s my specialty

Know it all, that’s what they call me
Means I really don’t know a thing
Open my mouth
Prove it time and again

Almost to the point, almost able to
Make a point, most of it pointless

Keen eye for the obvious, spot it every time
Did you catch the way made it look so easy

Know it all, that’s what they call me
Means I really don’t know a thing
Open my mouth
Prove it time and again

Smirk on my face
Cranium can’t hold it all
Sit in wonder
Such the wealth of knowledge

Listen close to what I’m saying
Say I mean it I believe it

Almost to the point, almost able to
Make a point, most of it pointless

I got super confidence, sure of myself
Stand alone atop the highest mountain 

Smirk on my face
Cranium can’t hold it all
Sit in wonder
Such the wealth of knowledge

Listen close to what I’m saying
Say I mean it I believe it

Almost to the point, almost able to
Make a point, most of it pointless

Smirk on my face
Cranium can’t hold it all
Sit in wonder
Such the wealth of knowledge

Smirk On My Face

Single Use And Recycled: songwriter, searing guitars
https://on.soundcloud.com/oj4YNMN7lx442PpqnK


Rob: bass, lyrics/vocals


Steady your hand, hold it out in front of you
Palm down, open wide, keep it still
Steady, steady like a rock

Fill the lungs, hold it in, don’t let it out
Oxygen is life, oxygen is life
Without it slip away

Steady like a rock, no such thing as trying
Set in my way, set in stone
Let me know if you see me waiver
Know when I hit the floor

Steady like a rock, no such thing as trying
Set in my way, set in stone
Let me know if you see me waiver
Know when I hit the floor

Getting reps in, keep a mental count, the turns
Generally speaking, random mark
Pump it out, turning over rocks

Over under, beat the odds on favorite
Carrying the bag, subjective satisfaction
I feel satisfied

In the presence of certain company
Discretion opposite honesty
Find the right moment and then lay it out
Save the hurtfulness for next time

In the presence of certain company
Save the hurtfulness for next time

Discretion Opposite Honesty

Spring is here
Life come out the ground
Get a sense of a lot going on
Plants and animals know it

Sun’s up, fun’s up, let’s go
Nobody gonna beg
Sun’s up, fun’s up, let’s go
Get my body young again

Breathe in deep
Brown become green
Wake up from winter slumber
Lots of action, get in

Sun’s up, fun’s up, let’s go
Nobody gonna beg
Sun’s up, fun’s up, let’s go
Get my body young again

When the season get ahead of me
When my common sense abandon me
When I feel like it’s gonna be too much
Sweat it out, burn it out, let it all go

Warmth in my body
Lesson from the earth
On the move, feeling groovy
Lesson from the earth

Sun’s up, fun’s up, let’s go
Nobody gonna beg
Sun’s up, fun’s up, let’s go
Get my body young again

When the season get ahead of me
When my common sense abandon me
When I feel like it’s gonna be too much
Sweat it out, burn it out, let it all go


Sun's Up, Fun's Up

Single Use And Recycled: songwriter, guitars
https://on.soundcloud.com/wbil6gw083u3vWAH5j

Rob: bass, lyrics/vocals

Sick, lonely, naked, a fool
Accumulated wealth means nothing
Can’t take it where I’m going
All the money won’t feed an empty soul

Sick, lonely, naked, a fool
Recall to mind the place and time
Given opportunity
Sit and wait for the perfect moment
Next thing it’s gone

Safe, happy, fine clothes so cool
Crack the outer shell
Center
Regrets, we’ve all got some
Navigate challenges that come

Accumulated wealth means nothing
All the money won’t feed an empty soul

Sick, Lonely, A Fool

Twenty miles ahead of me
Potholes crop up before
I can turn the wheel
Jarring the base of my spine
Or at least what’s left of it

Don’t mind the drive
Don’t mind the noise
Part of the experience 
Television cartoon characters

Three hundred miles I’ve got behind
I’m not looking to the past
Forward march
Counting hours as they pass
By the minute, for a second
Curtain part

Don’t mind the drive
Don’t mind the noise
Part of the experience 
Television cartoon characters

Living by the golden rule
Never let them see me drool

Don’t mind the drive
Don’t mind the noise
Part of the experience 
Television cartoon characters

Living by the golden rule
Never let them see me drool

Put the distance in perspective 
Doesn’t really seem so insurmountable 
Ask me if I’d go again
Heck yeah! Had a blast
You can count me in


Television Cartoon Characters

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