Satallite Soul

lyrics from Straight Back to Kansas...

Song for a lonely person

Words and music by Tim Suttle

Profoundly disillusioned

with the leading pop-solutions

To finding meaning in

the place I find I am

If I can help my brother

I’m down with any other

Given I’m not rubbing palms with

the man I simply cannot

understand

Cause I don’t want to understand

Indulging my protection

affords my full affection

Meeting solitary lives

in spaces in between

I am not hesitating

cause I’ve spent my life debating

I’ve decided I don’t care

to take the time to

find out what you need

Cause I don’t care what you need

Your acknowledgement is

hardly what I need

I don’t see anything when

I look down inside of me

And the shadow of the mystery

the mystery itself

Well you can pray for what you want

But I think that I’ll do it by myself

Cause I don’t want nobody else

I see you all together

as though you’ve found the better

Way to make it through the day

like you all are holding hands

You try to look behind me

my past it won’t define me

Hunting words and stories down

to understand why I’m the way I am

But I don’t want to understand

Visceral

words and music by tim suttle

don’t try to get it just feel it baby

this you can’t control

drive it way down deep now baby

feel it in your soul

it’s a rush,

but you can say too much

it’s electrical, visceral

spinning round

it’s subliminal, seminal

spinning round

see it in your walk now baby

you’ve been stepping out

for a little excitement

breathing in and breathing out

you feel the touch

you can’t get enough

you can run a long way baby

you can try to hide

you can never match the thrill

stepping on the ride

whole new life

but it could pass you by

Can’t find the Handle

words and music by Tim Suttle

Drove through the night

all the way from new york city

straight back to Kansas

on the interstate

a borrowed light

soul brothers sworn to travel there

check clears they’re headed anywhere

singing songs for no one in particular

she walks by,

black clothes & dark mascara there

sunlight a foregone era where

scarlet stains in secret places

tiny smile, one glance

her look of knowing them

turns up the music and

she blazes up and keeps on driving

She can’t find the handle

on her heart

another stop, East side of Indiana

outside the Kerr McGee

in Richmond where they’re selling RV’s

One headlight, the

caffeine that keeps him sleepless

bad scenes of sixteen summers

he can see but he doesn’t want to see

but they keep on coming

crazy

words and music by tim suttle

it is a tempting proposition

to just believe it too surreal

could the boy who had no father

grow to one day walk on water

like it wasn’t no big deal

it might be crazy to you

but it’s alright with me (repeat)

I know your big bang theory conscience

makes you think it’s all worked out

but I’ve seen the way you fight it

not believing just to spite him

but your face shows every doubt

if the earth could spin forever

and the darkest night prevailed

and the people stood ignoring

as I tried to tell the story

everyday I’d tell the tale

when the earth and sky are passing

and the fields and flowers fall

he will gather us together

and he’ll take us to forever

and we all will sing the song

Indiana

words and music by Tim Suttle

we were three months gone

since you traveled on took me

that long just to listen

and the days rolling by

barely catch my eye as I

wonder what I’m missing

I remember how

you would laugh out loud at the

world as you remembered

but the memories fold and

it leaves me colder than

Kansas in November

in the stillness of the autumn

and the brevity of life

well I’ll keep on searching central park

for that little candlelight

if I could get to Indiana

by the end of the day

throw one handful of dirt on you

and close my eyes to pray

if I could get to Indiana,

I could never get you back

cause you’d say life is traveled on

a one way track

so I’ll say goodbye

well they say the mind

with a little time, it will

sometimes solve the problem

but my thoughts run free and

in spite of me are still

dwelling on you often

when we planned the feast

well we all a believed that a

song could make it better

but the song moved on

and the music’s gone

and I think it’s gone forever

but I’m singing for my country

and I’m longing for my home

and I hope those Sleeping Adams

come to kiss my heart of stone

though few could understand you

and the way you’d speak your mind

how you’d wear that tilted halo

with a glimmer in your eye

almost ready

words and music by tim suttle

the air was blue, my heart was lead

came to love and fought instead

and turning circles in the room

the smell of salt and your perfume

and we were flying,

and we were almost ready

we were climbing out on a limb

we were Crying, we were almost ready

but something pulled us back again

seeing voices, hearing time

in yellow pictures floating by

in other houses music plays

they all perform their happy plays

a reaching finger toward the door

a hand goes out then to the floor

the walls they raise their eyes to say

their softly begging you to stay

I can’t make you

feel what you did before

I can’t stop the slamming door

Gone

Words and music by Tim Suttle

She was just seventeen

and oh so beautiful

I was defenseless against

her magnetic pull

It was all talk, talk, talk,

it was music, man

And in the swarm of our emotion

I reached out to hold her hand

And now I’m Gone

& I’m desperate now

That sleepy summer

it was 1989

I could not get enough

of her to pass the time

It was all fine, fine, fine

and it was hand in glove

the moment overtook us both

and I confessed my love

If our love affair was

destined to begin,

Then every day we’ve

had from this day to the end

They all will fly, fly, fly –

and they will run so free

They will stretch out like the ocean

just as far as we can see & we’ll be

Saddest Happy Ending

words and music by tim suttle

Daddy got a good son

apple of his eye

wrote his tune on the sun and moon

before he threw it in the sky

boy he swam the river,

drank the ocean dry

sang the son of the kingdom come

set the world on fire

said Sunday coming

that’s the song he sing

Sunday coming

it was the saddest happy song

that he ever sing

it was the saddest happy ending

that you’ve ever seen

wrote he then a letter,

son’s complete reply

took it to the one he knew

would never get it right

but deafening the sound

there ringing in their time

heard the few the song came to

but they never did comply

he believe the promise,

he destroy the lie

he believe till he can

conceive of a summertime

son he do the laundry

take the bitter pill

sang to thee “you can all

come free” but you never will

Ruin Me

Words & music by Tim Suttle

Come and ruin me again

Ruin me from the inside out

Take my life and pride

Take me for a ride

Come and ruin me again

Ruin me with that sweet,

sweet smile

Take up half my heart

Call it all my fault

Come and ruin me again

Cause it’s all beautiful

It’s all pitiful

It’s all gone

Come and ruin me again

Ruin me with that crimson flow

An alabaster jar,

pouring out her heart

Come and ruin me again

Ruin me from the upside down

Find me growing young,

while I come undone

Come and ruin me again

You and No One Else

Words and Music By Tim Suttle

I’m not afraid of losing you

Maybe I’m just confused

about myself

I took a chance on loving you

You took a chance on

three long days in hell

And it’s never enough,

why do the going get tough

For someone else,

these are the lies I tell myself

It’s a good ride down,

that’s my confession

It’s a good ride down,

another night obsessing

It’s a good ride,

you’re the one,

Never giving up

until you’re saving me from

myself you and no one else

better forget the honesty

maybe I didn’t know

you were the one

putting it all together for me

maybe I left it all

to come undone

prayers from a non-believing,

mendicant wandering

ahead, you were

finding me instead

I’m not afraid of losing you

Maybe I lost myself

along the way

Better forget my innocence

Maybe I messed it up

Bury Me

Words and music by Tim Suttle

Bury me in a simple box

Of sanded pine and leather

Deep and dark the hole be dug

The farther down the better

Carry me on your shoulders high

And mourners walk in meter

the crooked path to the river side

singer’s song be sweeter

Oh, Oh, bury me

Bury me in the green, green grass

There to join my lover

Shed no tear for life and past

For death came for another

Bury me with the sweet, sweet songs

Sung in faces ashen

Waste no time till the song and wine

Or speeches made in passion

Some people think I threw my life away

But I can’t find no pleasure in it anyway

Bury me in a suit of clothes

Modest form and fashion

I was dead inside the day she died

And don’t regret my passing

Bury me with the while the children weep

So we can be together

Side by side, there to sleep

We’ll be holding hands forever

It’s You

Words and Music by Tim Suttle

I hear nothing,

Nothing but the sound of the darkness

No reason to hide

The notion that I am alone

I am looking,

Looking for cracks in the ceiling

a door in the floor,

A light in the darkness, a home

You’re calling out,

Breaking the silence,

Taking my hand

And It’s You,

You are the line worth believing

And it’s you,

Finding your home in my heart

And it’s You, infinitely perfect,

loving a wreck like me

It’s you

I see walkers,

walking around in a circle

Avoiding the bridge,

that falling on footsteps I crossed

Now their spinning,

tumbling higher and higher

Then Spiraling down,

crashing to earth they are lost

And the voice inside,

breaking circle, stealing my Heart

A Little Understanding

Words and music by tim suttle

He woke every morning there

for 15 years

Cold inside and wondering why

he swallowed those tears

No surprises come on baby

it’s the real thing

Wondering why his wide blue

eyes couldn’t see the clear thing

A little understanding

Goes a long way

Denim jacket and a six-string

singing like a stray dog

18-miles from Memphis now

he’s gonna sell em his song

no free riders, come on

baby get some backbone

with the song you sing,

and some marketing,

it’ll carry you home

a climbing single’s money

till it hits a brick wall

they tell him son, if Jesus come,

we wouldn’t answer your calls

no survivors come on baby

hold your head high

to see the pile of broken promises

that could block the blue sky

Everything

Words and music by tim suttle

Was a three-ring big show

saw dust rainbow

Now my mind is undone

Can’t make it disappear

hundred thousand miles a year

It wasn’t hurting anyone

Why can’t I let it go

just like everybody else?

And I can hear you calling

Hear you calling out my name

Sweet song of conscious pain

For us to sing

I can hear you calling

Into the great unknown

Where the soul is free to roam

And free to sing

But what you want is everything

She sings softly

a song of how it ought to be

And on my face I feel the sun

And she remembers,

every song she ever heard -

every show we ever played

And what for all the days?

A mendicant brotherhood of pain.

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