R.W. Haller

R.W. Haller

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Friday Night Blues

Written By: R.W. Haller


Lyrics for "The Friday Night Blues"

Forty hours down
Another week in the life
Waiting around
Find a place I can hide
In a crowd

There’s a feeling around here
Like some mardi gras
As though Monday been canceled
One last hurrah
For the proud

I hear them all laughing
Clapping their hands
Friday won’t happen
If they don’t make plans
To go out

All of my days wouldn’t seem entwined
If you were around when I call
Everyone says it’s a frame of mind
But I don’t feel Friday at all

So I head to the bar
They’ve got TV and beer
Sure I’ve got that at home
But there’s more channels here
And a tap

The Bartender’s friendly
But leaves me alone
Filling my glass
While the regulars drone
About crap

The waitress counts tips
I can see her tattoo
I’d talk to her but
She reminds me of you
Makes me laugh

I wouldn’t be like a damn cliché
If you’d never left here at all
Everyone says it’s a matter of days
But I don’t feel Friday at all

How these nights used to be celebration
We were always so high
Now they shake me right to foundation
I just watch them fly by

All of my days wouldn’t seem entwined
If you were around when I call
Everyone says it’s a frame of mind
But I don’t feel Friday at all

Alone on the street corner
Watching my shoes
Never to far
From the Friday night blues
In the rain

Laika

Written By: R.W. Haller

Who would have thought
They could send you so far away
The satellite ride through the sky
Was only one way

Who would have thought
You could lead the great race
Whirling above all the clouds
In a tin cage

That you would obey
The cold war commands
On that November day
Lonely in space
It’s a long way home
A long way home

Found you a stray
Just to send you so very far
With no hope of making it back
Once amongst the stars

Who would have known
When you circled the biggest stone
Left to your own you knew
There was turning home

They took you away
From the cold streets of Moscow
And led you astray
Lost out in space
it’s a long way home
a long way home

That you would obey
The cold war commands
On that November day
Lonely in space
It’s a long way home
A long way home

Not Much of a Cowboy

Written By: R.W. Haller

Never did care much for horses
They never thought much about me
Never felt drawn to the wide open skies
I’d feel more at home by the sea

I can’t really drink too much whiskey
My stomach just doesn't agree
A tall pint of stout or a glass of red wine
Is usually enough for my needs

I guess I’ll never be much of a cowboy
I’ll never ride west now I’m not a young man
I guess I’ll never be much of a cowboy
But I’m doing the best that I can

When I followed you out to the country
I thought there was nothing that I wouldn’t do
And the ten gallon hat never looked all that bad
But my arches can’t handle these boots

I never liked chewin’ tobacco
My aim is so bad, I never hit the spittoon
And speaking of aim, man my pistol’s ashamed
Can’t hit the side of this saloon

I guess I’ll never be much of a cowboy
I’ll never ride west now I’m not a young man
I guess I’ll never be much of a cowboy
But I’m doing the best that I can

So I’m leaving you here in the country
Taking the 3:20 to a less dryer clime
I’ll say howdy y'all, I’m not good with goodbyes
It sure was a hell of a time

But I guess I’m not much of a cowboy
I never got used to the dust in my eyes
I guess I’m not much of a cowboy
But I least I dear I gave it a try
At least dear I gave it a try
At least dear I gave it a try

Your Wasted Time

Written By: R.W. Haller

Never had a saving grace
Never been a pretty face
Never thought I was one to compromise

But I spent a few years in a place
Like a part of me was erased
Now I’m ready to pencil in those lines

(pre-chorus)
You write in fog on the window
While I chase yellow lines
I know I’m driving away from things
That are better left behind

(ch)
I’m not going to be your wasted
Not gonna be
Not going to be your wasted time
Be your wasted time

Never had an ounce of faith
I’ll never cling to dated ways
I’ll never need a deity divine

When I look into your face
All my burdens just fall away
And my worries they all become benign

(pre chorus)And you write in frost on the window
While I count highway signs
I know I’m driving away from things
That are better left behind

(ch)I’m not going to be your wasted
Not gonna be
Not going to be your wasted time
Be your wasted time

Someday when we’re old and gray
And days are measured in aches and pains
I hope that we still realize

It’s never been about yesterdays
Or all the unheard communiqués
Not always the past that makes us wise

(ch)
I’m not going to be your wasted
Not gonna be
Not going to be your wasted time
Be your wasted time

Bright and Burning

Written By: R.W. Haller

Tell me how it’s so tough being you
When everybody loves the things you do
And everybody thinks that you’re so cool
The price of fame is worth more than the truth

All these people know your every move
You like to fantasize that you're still you
Paparazzi eyes will disapprove
You’re clinging to the edge of all you knew

CH
The lights are bright and burning
I think you’re finally learning
Though your head is whirling
It’s true
It’s not enough to be new

Twinkle like the stars out in the sky
But never let them look you in the eye
Or let them see the breadth of your disguise
The cost of being whored to the franchise

“Lolita style� fading as you age
You like to think that comebacks are all the rage
Crash and burn away on the front page
Who cares when you fail if you don’t fade

CH
The lights are bright and burning
I think you’re finally learning
Though your head is whirling
It’s true
It’s not enough to be new
It's not enough to be you