Lyrics

Make a palace out of this dreary room
Harsh electric lights reveal a hidden allure 
Come, take your glass, let the grimness go
Fragile, unlikely charm at moments so rare
Old coat, a smoke, you say: “Let’s have one more”
“Good night” on the street, I make my way home
Lonely night, your image clear
The fog will lift by morning light

Dreary

Combstead sent me a cool track, so I asked some questions and wrote a song about his dogs!
Main track by Combstead
Lyrics, Vocals And added Guitar Licks by Robert Grigg

Rescued Pups - Combstead / Robert Grigg

Haven't Seen The Sun

I stare, through the window, at the streets
Watching them go, like little bees.
Nowhere to go.

They seem to be pretty busy
But they must be as bored as me.

I go to the kitchen, slowly.
I want to make a cup of tea.
I can't  find another thing to do.
I've been like this, since I broke up with you.

If I could go back to the shore
I would stop being bored
I could breathe and run to the sea
I'm busy being bored

What is the real purpose of this?
Sadly, I can't find my way in this mess.
Instead I drink a cup of tea.
And damn it, I will let it just be.

If I could go back to the shore
I would stop being bored.
I could breathe and run to the sea.
I'm busy being bored.

Busy being bored

Released originally in 2019 on Suburban Bicycle Gang's debut album Soft Balls Are Too Hard.

Suburban Bicycle Gang - Cowards Heart

Where buffalo roam,
all the grass is overgrown.
There's a wind that carries them across the sky.

Now you're feeling all alone.
There's some people on their phones.
Who stare at you and see what they want to see.
Oh, of course their going out.
They have to scream it out. 
But, they will never disagree with what they think.

And you won't get the throne.
He's not even on the phone.
Not disappointed not the same as being proud.
An action that you see.
Could really show that you're not me.
Not heading anywhere together now.

Rather than sinking,
into your black hole.
You'll just find me thinking of
where buffalo roam.

Where buffalo roam.
There's nowhere else to go.
Face the danger. 
Hope your size will get you out.

And I can never be.
Any more than what you see.
The only place that I exist is in your head.
The sigh you gave to me.
Is this where I make a plea?
I'll just say guilty there is nothing left to lose.

Now there's nothing left without,
and what's within in is burning out.
I'll make it policy to leave them well alone.

Rather than sinking,
into your black hole.
You'll just find me thinking of
Where buffalo roam.

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Where Buffalo Roam

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