What I Think - Robert Grigg & Combstead

an inside cat

A softer song about being haunted by a past partnership, in an older era of on again, off again relationships

Be let down

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Ich Weiss

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Sensitive Ears

Composed & produced by: Carlos R
Carlos Rodrigues Productions ©2025

Keep That Feeling

Mama packed my lunch again, bread was dry, the milk was thin,
Took my seat, they closed right in—grinning, fists already clenched.
Bag torn, bread gone, spit-wet, joke’s set, black eye, left dry,
Boot trip, lip split, boys grin, sink in, fist tight, goodnight.

Empty lunches, belly punches, laughing till I bled,
Names were carved into my skin, but I wrote theirs in my head.
Oh, I wrote theirs in my head.
Teeth like pearls, blood swirls—wrote 'em in my head.
Oh, wrote 'em in my head.

Tommy liked to break my spine, said I’d never walk in line,
Ricky thought it made him tough to knock my books into the dust.
Jesse swore I’d always lose, laced my laces in a noose,
I just smiled, I just bled, but I wrote theirs in my head.

Empty lunches, belly punches, laughing till I bled,
Names were carved into my skin, but I wrote theirs in my head.
Oh, I wrote theirs in my head.
Teeth like pearls, blood swirls—wrote 'em in my head.
Oh, wrote 'em in my head.

Years went by, I grew tall, worked in silence, learned it all,
Sharpened steel, took my time—vengeance waits with patient eyes.
Tommy runs a hardware store, Ricky drinks behind closed doors,
Jesse's got a wife and kid—pity what I did to him.

Tom ran, big man, gold tooth, shot proof, thick neck, no check,
Rick stole, hellhole, smoke burns, bad turns, mom cries, blue lights.
Jess lied, snake-eyed, cracked door, shook floor, tied tight, no fight,
Took my licks, took my kicks, took their names, wrote ‘em right.

Empty lunches, belly punches, laughing till I bled,
Names were carved into my skin, but I wrote theirs in my head.
Oh, I wrote theirs in my head.
Teeth like pearls, blood swirls—wrote 'em in my head.
Oh, wrote 'em in my head.

Mama packed my lunch again, bread was dry, the milk was thin,
Ain’t no bullies left to grin—guess the lesson’s mine to give.

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