Ivan washed upon the shore
In waves the color rolls
Edie packs a lunch to pick him up
In her coat, on her back
Washing water circles like a mote
On the beach, Ivan stands
Stand in the sand poor Ivan
On this island, in the sea

And can Edie find him
And will Ivan grow
From a boy to a man

Sun it cries a gentle rain
Edie's pain, belongs to him
Dashing through the sand
Oh Ivan
Can it be, dream destiny

And can Edie find him
And will Ivan grow
From a boy to a man

Pick up the phone
tre' bien son

In a cloud watching down is he
Overview through Ivan's eyes
Air is deep like the sea around
Breathing full, they embrace
Smiles stretch across the seams
On their face, rain it falls

And can Edie find him
And will Ivan grow
From a boy to a man

Pick up the phone
tre' bien son

Edie & Ivan

Beach Time

Quick Charge Christ

Woke Up In A Space Movie

Before dawn
we bike down to the sand
boards in hand
sun tanned

Beach time
sunrise, shine
and I, am first in the ocean

All day long, we surf strong
station 9 and the incline
backdrop bluffs, the pier northside
low tide, black-balled again

Palm tree high
I could touch the sky
summer time, alright

Get your groove on girl
shake your golden curls
it’s a cold, cold world
anywhere but here

The sand is hot today
and school is months away
AM radio plays KHJ

Crowd thins
it’s the evening crew
onshore wind
bonfire begins

Beach time
sunset, wine
and I, am the last to leave

Waste not want not
dump it here no fear
Veihmeyer
pulls the earth to sky
Got ground inside
Veihmeyer

Waste not want not
grab the goo growing green
Grease to sea, chokes the trees
forests of azure, forever the sewer
Test for us the best for us
God’s mistake
global wide shake and bake

Waste not want not
dump it here no fear
For futures men
children

Waste Not Want Not

When you poke your nose out
from the covers
And see their tiny lines
moving black
In the middle of the night
when the temperature is right
They start the hike to your head

Can’t you feel them in your hair?
the ants I mean they’re everywhere

Now you quiver
cold sweet shivers
Your sweet blonde locks are like
honey to them
In the middle of the night
when the temperature is right
They start the hike to your head

Can’t you feel them in your hair?
the ants I mean they’re everywhere

They itch

Ants

Just a puppet in a tin box
covered over confused and new
Tiny little hands
tight strings, he’ll stand up for you
Candy apple trousers
green coat with flowers and blue

Eyes that shine through plastic cellophane
a window pane of unreal

Buy a puppet in a tin box
the clown of clowns is here
Laugh aloud or play rough
chop off the block heads ear

Because listening doesn’t matter anymore
and a memory’s just a picture, you’ve forgotten
It’s not stopping for anybody’s toy

Calling all kaleidoscopes
ring the tinker bells
Those pennies in the well
they shine on the bottom
They’re not forgotten
the mask is only plastic
Fantastic colors
they all hide behind it

Puppet have a heart beat
or is he hollow inside
Was he carved in our dreams
or created with lies

Puppet

Would you wait for me 
while I walk off the edge of the world?
Will you sleep with me tonight in the garden?
On eider down pillows
two true virgins in bed
Speaking new languages
she covers me in leaves of love

I’m hearing these bubble gum priests 
with their pocket bibles
Preach to sex-starved children 
burning in the barrios
They’re just tiny primitive angels 
spinning ‘round in carnival cars
Crying for those tender kisses
comforts blanket hits and misses

Sand surrounds the out of bounds

Supple and sinning
these dreams of passion and giving
For she sighs at the grinning little man
whose hand holds out the rose

Until you’ve drank and consumed
in every room of this temple
Seen the lovely lady lashes
through your boy-cry eyes
The dirty sheet terrain covered
in mother’s satin milk
Milky breast stew 
speaks sleepy, I love you

Sand surrounds the out of bounds

Sand Surrounds

Paula underwater’s got a catchy face
she’s a looker so I took her out to dine
Gazing in her eyes felt so surprised to be heard
once a little bird did tell me
Love is for a fool watch you running around
over ground and under water baby

The smell of her hair and the warmth of her love
the sky and the air makes me kiss her
Out on the shore, porpoises stare
underwater Paul is there
underwater Paula is there

Happy maybe giggly girl you’re running around
cause I always want to be with you
Outside under moon I’ve come to play you a tune
you’ll like it cause I know it gets better

If a girl as cute as you could pick me out of the stew
I think I’ll stick around and see what happens
Paula in a pail of water peering up at me
through the sea we will roam
Drowning in the foam so happily
it’s a wonder life exists at all

Paula Underwater

Chris Amsler mixes his lyrically lavish original music into a melodic melting pot of surrealistic story.

Born and raised in Santa Monica, California, Christian Devin Amsler has been a singer/songwriter/multi-instrumentalist for over 35 years. His musical influences range from Miles Davis to the Monkees.
Chris began playing guitar and drums at the age of 10. He studied with academy award winning sound and percussion legend Murray Spivack at Annex Studios in Hollywood. Spivack taught Dave Garibaldi, Louie Bellson and countless other influential drummers.

Since that time, Chris has performed in bands ranging from traditional jazz to heavy metal on stages such as the Santa Monica Civic Auditorium, CBGB's and San Francisco’s Victoria Theater. He has had the honor of sharing the bill with some great musicians, including Tom Waits, The Tubes and Dick Dale. Chris also performed in San Francisco’s stage production of “Hedwig & The Angry Inch”. He regularly tours regionally, nationally and internationally with various musical projects. When at home in Nashville, TN he continues work on his solo album.

Chris Amsler

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