Music & Lyrics by
Greg Lastrapes

It’s all bliss, aint it?
All of this,
Your kiss, your touch.
So much for trusting my heart,
'Cause if it can’t get any better,
It can only fall apart.

CHORUS
So I’ll leave you while you love me,
While you still think I’m okay,
Because maybe not tomorrow,
Maybe not today,
But someday,
Maybe years from now,
The fire will be gone.
So I’ll save myself the heartache
And move on.

It’s madness, ain’t it?
I’ve had less,
And I guess I was unhappy,
But still I saw it through.
Oh, but you
Mean the world to me.

CHORUS
So I’ll leave you while you love me,
While you still think I’m okay,
Because maybe not tomorrow,
Maybe not today,
But someday,
Maybe years from now,
The fire will be gone.
So I’ll save myself the heartache
And move on.



Produced & Mixed by Greg Lastrapes

Vocals, Piano, Synth | Greg Lastrapes
Bass | Brad Cummings
Drums | Jimmy Keegan

While You Love Me

Music & Lyrics by
Greg Lastrapes

Me & Stella in my pickup,
Parked on a hill under starlit skies,
I stare down at the city below,
She rests her head gently on my thigh.
She tells me the secrets that no one else hears.
I tell her some jokes and she laughs through her tears.
Me & Stella & all these years.

Me & Stella on the telephone,
Cities apart in our underwear,
Share our thoughts on the nature of love,
And our careers and the clothes we wear.
She says, “Babe, you’re the sweetest guy I’ve ever seen,
But the chicks won’t respond ’til you learn to be mean.”
Me & Stella & our smokescreens.

Me & Stella at the Harbor House,
Negotiating her broken heart,
Only recently imposed upon
Then meticulously picked apart.
She has learned reckless love doesn’t tend to be true,
And even messiahs can let you down, too.
Me & Stella & shades of blue.

In a life ripe with options and chances
I’m sorry for the ones  that resist,
Because to live without failure and pain
Is merely to exist.

Me & Stella on the futon,
Light up some incense and roll some scraps.
Language flows like an oil spill
In our slick, undulating rap.
We talk of Lolita and time machines,
We talk about maybe fulfilling some dreams.
Me & Stella & our hill of beans.

Produced & Mixed by Greg Lastrapes

Vocal, Fender Rhodes | Greg Lastrapes
Electric Guitar | Dave Judy
Slide Guitar | John Parr
Bass | Kevin Wyatt
Drums | Jimmy Keegan

Me & Stella

Music & Lyrics by
Greg Lastrapes/Maia Sharp

I didn’t really notice
When you walked into the place.
I didn’t even wonder
How you were, and just in case

You think that I’ve been counting
The days since you and me,
It’s only fair to tell you
I’ve had lots of company. And…

CHORUS
You are just another drop in the ocean.
You’re just another face in the crowd.
You must admit my lack of emotion
Can only mean I’m over you now.

How can you be casual?
And how could you bring him here?
You must have thought that I was watching
When you whispered in his ear.

But I didn’t see you laughing.
No, I did not see a thing.
It’s actually amazing
How little you can mean to me. Cuz…

CHORUS
You are just another drop in the ocean.
You’re just another face in the crowd.
You must admit my lack of emotion
Can only mean I’m over you now.

If I still wanted you
How weak would I have to be?
If I still wanted you…
But I don’t thankfully.

Thankfully you are ancient history
And you mean nothing to me.
I’m finished with your games.
There are more from where you came.
Baby, you have had your day,
But I think it’s safe to say
I’m not waiting for the telephone to ring
Every day.

CHORUS
You are just another drop in the ocean.
You’re just another face in the crowd.
You must admit my lack of emotion
Can only mean I’m over you now.


Produced & Mixed by Greg Lastrapes

Vocals, keyboards, drum programming | Greg Lastrapes
Electric guitars | Dave Judy, Jeff Ortiz

Drop In The Ocean

Music & Lyrics by
Greg Lastrapes

CHORUS
You know me,
I’ll let you take me for a ride.
And I’ll do anything for you
If all it will cost is my pride.
You will see,
While others see fit to go on with their lives,
I’ll be here, hangin’ and pimpin’
And letting things slide.

Kick off your shoes.
Get off your feet.
Take a deep breath.
Have a seat.
I can tell that you’ve got a lot on your mind.
When we’re in need
And times are tough
People can be cruel,
Sure enough.
Lean on me, baby, when the rest of the world is unkind.

CHORUS
You know me,
I’ll let you take me for a ride.
And I’ll do anything for you
If all it will cost is my pride.
You will see,
While others see fit to go on with their lives,
I’ll be here, hangin’ and pimpin’
And letting things slide.

I’ve been there
And I know how it feels
To stand alone
Against the blows that life deals,
Cuz all your friends are too busy ridin’ their highs.
It’s well documented,
I’m tried and I’m true.
You can let me down.
I’ll still be there for you.
I don’t keep score,
And I won’t try to see through your lies.

CHORUS
You know me,
I’ll let you take me for a ride.
And I’ll do anything for you
If all it will cost is my pride.
You will see,
While others see fit to go on with their lives,
I’ll be here, hangin’ and pimpin’
And letting things slide.

I’m all emotion and empathy.
I can’t bear to see a friend in need.
Don’t feel the need to look out for me.
It’s enough that I can watch you succeed.

CHORUS
You know me,
I’ll let you take me for a ride.
And I’ll do anything for you
If all it will cost is my pride.
You will see,
While others see fit to go on with their lives,
I’ll be here, hangin’ and pimpin’
And letting things slide.



Produced & Mixed by Greg Lastrapes

Vocals, Fender Rhodes | Greg Lastrapes
Electric Guitar | Dave Judy
Bass | Kevin Wyatt
Drums | Jimmy Keegan

Letting Things Slide

Lyrics by
Greg Lastrapes
Music by
Greg Lastrapes/Dave Judy/Alex Evans/Jimmy Keegan

Seven o’clock this morning,
The earth spun in the usual direction.
The sun was right on schedule.
Light and shadow made a love connection.
And so it goes, the stuff of countless prose.
Ordinary, ordinary.

Seven o’clock this morning,
The pawns of commerce trudge out to their carpools.
They brave the cluttered highways
And entertain a longing for their barstools.
And so it goes, they’re living the life they chose.
Ordinary, ordinary.

Seven o’clock this morning,
Denying all the latest circumstances,
I waited like a fool for your arrival.
I guess I used the last of my last chances.
Tears are cheap. I should get some sleep.
Ordinary, ordinary.

Produced & Mixed by Greg Lastrapes

Vocals, Synth | Greg Lastrapes
Electric Guitar | Dave Judy
Bass | Kevin Wyatt
Drums | Jimmy Keegan

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