Ain’t no second chances
Ain’t no time to die
Ain’t no furtive glances 
the corner of your 
I have seen the glory
I have kissed the floor
I have seen the peril
I’m headed for the door

I was on the metro
I was writing something on the wall
I missed my stop
I woke up in the middle of downtown
I lost my bearings
I lost my mind
It’s so damn crowded
I’m not sure what I hope to find

Too blue to cry
Not a dry eye in the house
Screaming bloody murder
As quiet as a church mouse
Playing with house money
Black jack counting cards
Push that pile of chips in
The whole nine yards

©2021 Bruce Salmon Music.
Written and recorded near Walnut Springs TX

Ain't No Second Chances

those were the days of the earliest phases
It was a chemical addiction
It’s a like a seventh heaven
I was amazed after all of the craziness
I could fall into the arms of bliss
The land of never never
We’d talk for hours and hours and hours
She had that power over me
I had that power over she
Sitting there face to face and eye to eye
And lips to lips and mind to mind

Well it’s a shame that the name of the game
Became blame and then she came 
to remind me of that earlier time
When we were hand in hand in the promised land
There was no band, but we were 
dancing in the parking lot
Kisses were made of dreams in the stream 
It never seemed that we’d be waking up
The times that we were making out
Sitting there face to face and eye to eye
And lips to lips and mind to mind

©2021 Bruce Salmon Music
written and recorded near Walnut Springs Texas

2021 demos Bruce

Return To Seventh Heaven

The scent of you beneath perfume
The sense that time has left the room
Eye to eye, face to face 
All I need is your embrace

Just one thing I want from you
All I desire in a minute or two
Standing still, giving chase
All I need is your embrace

You can say if you want me too
You can say if you want it too

Preoccupied with this fixation
Desirous of this sensation
Tripping with anticipation 
I’m drowning here in expectation

Feel your heartbeat thru my chest
I’m a fool; yes, I’ve confessed
Eye to eye, face to face
All I need is your embrace

©2021 Bruce Salmon Music
written and recorded near Walnut Springs TX

Your Embrace

In The Penthouse Suite Of A Run Down Motel

Father Feinstein‘s tale of two spirits

I wake up in the morning, when then a voice I hear
“get off the floor you lazy arse, and pour yourself a beer”
I stand up behind the bar; a place I’ve slept before 
fill my tankard to the top, and stumble to the door￼￼

Chorus
Must find a way, every day, to walk the path I swore 
for if I don’t, then mark my words; I’ll drink a little… 
More, more for everyone, hold your tankards high 
for if the Lord not strike me down, I’ll drink this damn place dry￼

It seems I’ve done it once again and slept all bloody day 
I crack the door, what do I see? a fair lass walks this way 
Almighty Lord, stay or go? this choice I leave to thee
“good evening, madam- Just in time, the drinks are all on me!”

All be damned, I’m late to church; my congregation waits
if I don’t go, what will he say, when I reach the pearly gates?
but even here, I’ll spread the word 
some say “you hypocrit!”
with one hand on my pint of ale, and one hand on her…￼￼

As far as how this night would end, I now conclude this tale
left her grinning ear to ear, and passed out with my ale
so if you feel I’ve failed you, Lord, I assure you with this rhyme 
she must’ve screamed your holy name at least a hundred times!￼￼

words by Johnny Mitchell
music by Bruce Salmon 
written and recorded in Terlingua and Walnut Springs, TX

©2022 Bruce Salmon & Johnny Mitchell

Father Feinstein’s Tale Of Two Spirits

Hey 
And it’s time to go
It’s good to be back
For a moment or so
It was a while ago
Do you mind if we go? 
	and this goes on and on and on and on and on 

As this goes on and on
Would you mind if we stay?
	And this goes on and on and on and on and on

It’s just like Mardi Gras
My favorite day
	If it goes on and on and on and on and on…

And it’s time to go
Who let these people in?
It’s nobody we know
	As this goes on and on and on and on and on

And we know everyone
That we needed to know
As this goes on and on and on and on and on…

©2022 Bruce Salmon and Ricardo Acevedo

Blink w/ Ricardo Acevedo

Backtrack, going back in time
To a minute or two fore I committed the crime
I was packing heat, for goodness sakes
Keep on making the same mistakes
I think I know by now what not to do
Been around the block a time or two
I got the maximum; I’m doing time
One more sentence with a nursery rhyme
OOOO

Backtrack, gonna make ya mine
All them grapes left out on the vine
Acting like I don’t care
Low on dough, putting on the airs
In the basement, up on the stage
It fell and no one heard, it’s the latest craze
I got the minimum, bout 15 minutes
Lowdown mojo, Popeye’s spinach 
Is gone OOOO

sometimes a drill sergeant
sometimes mashed potatoes
sometimes I’m too early
sometimes I couldn’t be later
the patience of friends
the kindness of strangers
ain’t no Tonto, 
just the Lone Ranger

heat wave – praying for rain
downpour, hit the ground; circle the drain
City cat, country mouse
On his birthday, kick him outta the house
Serenaded by a marching band
One way ticket to Disneyland
Turned up so loud, it never stops humming
Moving so fast no one notices he’s slumming 
OOOOO

©2022 Bruce Salmon
music and lyrics by Bruce Salmon 
written and recorded in the basement 
Walnut Springs TX

2022 Demos

Backtrack

I’m on the way
though I can’t see where I am
I’m on the way
I’m on my way
Maybe today
though I can’t say the exact hour

Find my way home

I’m not alone
although it seems there’s no one here
I’m not alone
I’m not alone
There’s no one home
though you can see that we’re not homeless

Find my way home
(not too tight, not too loose)

And so you see
we’ll sail away outside the day
velocity, velocity
burn energy
and sail away into the dawning   

©2022 Bruce Salmon Music
written and recorded in the basement
Walnut Springs TX

Find My Way Home

I been up all night
prowling and brawling 
the alleys and dives of the town
something just ain't right
i been looking for something since
just before the sun went down
hope that dog don't bite
I put up my hands and 
I'm putting my knees on the ground
it just ain’t right
sleep in the springs 
but I don’t wanna end up drowned

life in the city is bringing me down
I’ve run out of places to hide
we’re choking I’m hoping 
that they’re happy now
keep moving
got to keep moving
I’m dragging my bedding all over this town 
i’m sleeping outside
I know it’s a set up for the let down
everything has a price

every day on and on
people pay on and on
in every way on and on
and on and on until they get out 

I’m down on my knees
counting my lucky stars 
I’m saying my thank yous and pleases 
and counting my calories and carbs
I take my wine in the basement
I stopped drinking in bars
The smile on my face meant 
I’m grateful for all of the pain and the lessons, the grace and the scars

©2022 Bruce Salmon Music
written and recorded in the basement
Walnut Springs, TX

Twenty Four Hour Service

when the day comes
that you’re considering 
all the things that you’ve done
what’s the moral 
of your story?
when your kingdom has come

were you a hero;
a provider?
did you live for love?
were you a glutton;
a womanizer?
were you all the above?

did you play by the rules?
did you think yourself counter culture
and not cotton to fools?

when the damage was done
did you turn and run, 
or face the music 
you made on your own?
no one asks to be born,
and now life has begun

and a lover
became a mother
did she shine like the sun?
did you put her
above all others?
was she the only one?

a family was born
did you realize 
that was the most important
under the sun?
there’s no time or space
and here is the place
where we radiate
unconditional love
eminate from within
unconditional love
that’s it
spent a life time
to find a way home
independent
of time and circumstance
unconditional love 
unconditional love.

©2022 Bruce Salmon Music
written and recorded in the basement
Walnut Springs TX

Unconditional Love

Rewind

Wasting time
Flying blind
Can’t put my finger on my mind

So unkind
Please rewind
Not sure what I’ll find

People say “those were the days,
How did we let them slip away?”
There was time to burn
So much to learn
So much time to play

One more chance
To have this dance?
This game of musical chairs

This illusion, so grand
Playing in the band

Written and Recorded in Glen Rose TX

©2023 Bruce Salmon Music

Demos Fall 2023

Rewind

(the will to spin a tale
the pursuit of the whale
each solstice it seems
the slate is wiped clean
washing machine
kept me up all night
I know about the stars
been burning both ends
now I can’t find my way home)

Poor spirit
Been burning both ends
now I can’t find my way home
Pour spirit
The street lights are out
I know better or not than to go
Pour spirit
Please take my keys
I can bed in the back of the truck
Pour spirit
The barkeep, he covered my tab
now I'm fresh outta luck

I know about the stars
I used to be able
To track where I needed to go
I knew about the stars
Before digital help
Erased everything that I know
I can’t tune a guitar 
I got no spare change
for assisting a stranger in need
I know about the stars
But I’m pretty sure
They don’t know anything about me

©2024 brucesalmonmusic

The Basement

it's been raining again

beautiful mourning

it weighs on my mind
the ways of mankind
i was told justice is blind 

come to find 
that way of thinking has died
i was told justice is blind

justice isn’t kind
justice isn’t blind 
what do they hope to find?
we’re running out of time  

the man in the mirror 
is so far from clear
of the fears i left behind

do you think justice wins?
washes away all our sins?
justice is so hard to find

justice isn’t kind
justice isn’t blind 
what do they hope to find?
we’re running out of time  

©2024 brucesalmonusic

justice isn't blind

wake up and tally your blessings
sit up and atone for them sins
for some sort of eternal reward 
in the end

lead a charmed life
luck comes in spades, till it don’t
when the wheels come off the cart
and you’re bottoming out

the rain ends the drought
the sun doesn’t try to come out
the heavens don’t leave any doubt
there's to much too contain

you reap what you sow
there must be someone you know
whatever it is that you’ve got
give it away

before the light of day
chases the shadows away 
get on your knees and pray
give it all away

better to give what you get
maybe stop hedging your bets
let someone else 
win, for awhile

spirit is straining to leave
leaving behind the bereaved
anything left to believe
did you give it away?

©2016 Bruce Salmon
written and recorded near Alpine TX

Give It All Away

there’s no wind in my sails
my dining car has gone off the rails
I spend my evenings banging my head against the nearest wall

my gut’s on fire
lost my desire
stand and face the music, 
or start running away

it’s simple, really; 
I used up my last chance
I trusted gravity
every step is a dance

a letter, a feather, a flower, a day
my thumb and my bindle, then I heard you say
once more from the top

those were the days we thought would never end
singing and dancing with my very best friend

push ‘em all in
chips begotten the original sin
face the man in the mirror
or start running away

it’s simple, really; 
I used up my last chance
trust in gravity
every step is a dance
hold me close and count the seconds
closed the door on my way out
I missed my cue, I dropped my lines
can you hear me whisper, when I’m shouting?
once more, from the top


©2017 Bruce Salmon
written and recorded in Austin TX

Once More, From The Top

You got a lot of nerve, sliding up to me
looking for some sugar;
babe, I'm anything but sweet
your intentions are misguided, I'm way out of your league
My kind of love will bring you to your knees

It’s true; I gotta lotta nerve;
but you’re presuming way too much-
my momma raised a gentleman; I look before I touch
I’d like to get to know you, I say thank you and please—
But, I can tell that you could bring me to my knees

talk is cheap, show me you’re the real deal
oh, baby; I’m on the level
to win my heart; would you beg, borrow, and steal?
honey, I’d make a DEAL WITH THE DEVIL

I’d shake his hand, leave the past behind 
if you let go I might follow; take the leap, at least I’ll try
I’ll be jumping for joy, when I catch this disease
this kind of love will bring us to our knees

ooooh, you gotta lot of nerve getting under my skin
I can’t tell if this is romance, or just trouble that I’m in 
you’re a poser; a bulldozer
you’re a coward; you’re a tease
this love will bring us to our knees
this kind of love will bring us to our knees
this kind of love will bring us to our knees

©2017 Havilah Rand & Bruce Salmon
lyrics: Havilah and Bruce
music and instruments: BMS
written and recorded in South Austin, TX

You've Got A Lot Of Nerve w/ Havilah Rand

doo-waka-doo, doo-waka-doo
i love you
i love you in the morning
and in the afternoon
i love you in the even, in the eee, in the…

it’s okay baby
time to get up
drink some apple juice from a sippy cup
if you’d like some eggs, i’ll scramble you one
if you’re still hungry
i’ll scramble you another one

doo-waka-doo doo-waka doo
i love you
love you in the morning
in the afternoon
I love you in the eve, in the, in the in

i think maybe it’s time we had some lunch
peanut butter jelly
and I'll cut off the crust
some frozen strawberries on a popsicle stick
not too much birthday cake
or you might get sick

doo-waka-doo doo-waka-doo
I love you
love you in the morning
in the afternoon 
love you in the eve, in the in the in 

in the evening 
your momma and me
are gonna go dancing and get something to eat
then if the moon’s still shining
we’ll climb that hill
you know the one I mean
that’s underneath the windmill

guest vocals Emory Taylor

©2017 Bruce Salmon
written and recorded in Alpine TX and Destin FL

True Love Pt. 1 (doo-waka-doo)

Once upon a time...
rehearsed in the rafters of the anti-gravity warehouse
pawnshop telecaster part-time liquid mouse
washtubs, pickups on springs
these are a few of my favorite things

we had a band; it got fucked up...

riffs came out of the seventh rinz zycle
slept in the truck, traveled by bicycle 
philandering drummer throwing sucker punches
abstract psychedeliadrama coming in bunches

the end.

©2019 Bruce Salmon and Wammo
written and recorded in Lakeway TX and Destin FL

GLANC w/ Wammo

Connections are easy
survival of the fittest
there goes the neighborhood
it's time
time to time travel

lead us not into temptation
deliver us from the gavel
connect the trailer
it's time
time to time travel

©2020 Bruce Salmon Music
written and recorded in Apache Shores TX
music and lyrics by bms
all instruments by bms

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