I’m saving the armies for my own, 
it’s impossible to reach you.
You’re spilling it all on the floor, 
but if I didn’t try, I’d lose you.
Silly eye, silly I, sailing here on my own,
give blood, till tomorrow.

I’m sailing out there on my skin, 
a suit that I walked here in.
Setting it up for more, I am, 
so I don’t have to fight the wind.

Everybody knows the road, 
far from our safe home.
It may be time to let you out.
The daylight falls, then comes again;
and when it’s gone,
the nighttime tries to hold your hand,
but it’s lonely nonetheless.

I’m sailing out there on my skin, 
a suit that I walked here in.
Setting it up for more, I am,
for the sake of the ground by the pounding waves.
I’ve already been here all these years,
if only to find my chance.
Every man, he can feel 
what he’s got coming to him.

Here.

Savoring of the self.

Still I’ve come, I found the song, 
row the boat, the day is long.
I suppose I have carried on to ‘way beyond’.
Pass the phone, I made the call, 
Gods reach, can we find to line the space?
And have a smile upon my face?

I say what I want when I make a guess,
cause I discovered the world; it is not flat.
Everybody’s got their own,
if you think you can find yourself.
Every man, wear it out, burn it up, 
it’ll never run out.
I’m sailing out there on my skin,
so I’ll be ready to ride my chance.


On My Skin

In your eyes
are all the things I’ve found.
All of the things you think you’re around.
You treat them as slaves,
and they misbehave.
Everything is the one that got away.

But the ‘girl’ is gone away.
Goodbye.
You just want control,
to be part of you.
I’ve gone away,
and I will always love you.

We’ve got ties,
to one another we are bound.
Ties we can’t cut and leave on the ground.
We go day by day,
with nothing to say.
Ties that keep us from sailing away.

But the ‘girl’ is gone away.
Goodbye.
You just want control,
to be part of you.
I’ve gone away,
and I will always love you.

Hold tight the reigns, you’ll wash away.
Hold life with love; that is your way out.
I don’t know why you can’t just be.
Haul out the rain when you bleed.

But the ‘girl’ is gone away.
Goodbye.
You just want control,
to be part of you.
I’ve gone away,
and I will always love you.


The Girl Is Gone

Play like you’re leaving
Play like you’re walking out the door
Leave like you’re worth it
Leave like you got what you came for
Live like you’re paying
Like losing costs you so much more
Try not to forget it
That’s something you said you saw before

I’ll wake up
I’ll wake up
I’ll wake up
Just tell me, what’s it all for?

Who’s your accomplice
Who helps you when you can’t help yourself
How much do you lean
You’re better than me if you can tell
Does it wear you away
Does it keep you from going up the stairs
Is he angry at you
As he’s wearing a smile upon his face

A way out
A way out
A way out of this F*&^%ng race

I think I can see you
I’m thinking that I can feel your space
I look at you with silence
I’m looking, no notions in my brain
Then you give it to me
You’re the salt of the sea, yeah you’re my bain

I’ll give up
I’ll give in
I’ll give over to your love for me
Bah, baht a ah ah ...


A Way Out

The dusty road arose as the car rolled on by
…gave a little dance with a fumbling sky
and the stars in my mind begin to take flight
a symmetrical line

Climb the mile lost in the rocks
a free day
I felt waves, waves of life
Old, the boat that we try to not need
But it’s what we need to feel alive.

Oh you’re looking for the patience, but you don’t have the time
Spinning wheel and it’s your design
Running in place till you’ve made your dime
Breed the belief you will escape the disease where we must

Then it’s time to take hold of it
we’re filling the need
We’re moving it up again
I’ll take my time, I’ll get my release in the end.

The money people pay to feel they belong
we can’t stay, we don’t thrive.
Life in a disguise that knows when to change color
You’ll never get it, but you love to try.

Oh you look in the mirror and you see the tide
bound to react to what happens at night
The moon pulls it in or it pushes moon light
Breathe the belief you will escape the disease, not be dust…

Then it’s time to take hold of it
We’re killing the need
We’re moving it up again
I’ll take my time, I’m gunna get my release in the end.


Channeling Damons Frequency

This was the third impromptu song I recorded one cozy night with Girlfriend. She is playing the guitar (she doesn't play guitar), and sings some oohs and aahs in the background. Reaching for lyrics I was free flowing about the need earlier in the afternoon to call her as I was walking to the store to ask if she would like Celery in the stew we were making. Part of what I pointed out was that it is generally an inexpensive vegetable as an added plus to obvious things like, fiber content. 
It was a beautiful breakthrough for us to make music together and I never saw it coming. It was late so we were limiting ourselves to quietness and I think the result is a very beautiful song that i honestly don't think could be improved in a studio.

Celery

When I went to the music store to purchase a Mandolin, I wrote this song in the course of trying different mandolins throughout the store. It was quite a magical occurrence and I hope you like it. Recorded when I arrived home, hand drums on a bongo type drum that my friend Amanda bought me for my birthday back in the day.

Mandolin Song

This is a very personal song. This is a song that I will take into the studio, but as of now it is the second draft of a song that attempts to depict love across cultural boundaries. Anyone in an interracial relationship understands well that as a lover, you take on the plight of the person you love and it can really change your perspective on life. A very deep topic that easily parodies political inter-workings and there are things here to represent that such as the Super Hornet representing military abilities to dominate, a title the Super Hornet held for quite some time. It is important to me that veterans do not take this song personal, because it is not at all about the veterans, it is decidedly about non-veterans in the part of it that may suggest that and also might get changed by the studio version, I still haven't decided. 
I tried for 3 years to write a song for my love and it just so happens that the amount of respect and the magnitude of how impressed I am by her made every other attempt to write a love song seem futile and trivial and unworthy... I absolutely consider this a love song; the only love song I've ever written.

Cris Miller