Ryan Montbleau Band

Ryan Montbleau Band

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Love and Love Lost

Written By: Ryan Montbleau

Kept, like a reason to live, there but unthought of, taken for granted, strong, but unheard of. Folded away in the depths of each day. Lost, like patience on Friday, like a star behind the moon, burning and beautiful and looked at too soon. I've thrown it away in the interest of time and this dream of mine. Dreams, they happen out of order, nothing is real but the tick, tick, ticking of the clock on the wall. Fall to the ceiling, jump to the ground, hope or hope not that you will wake up someday soon and be found. Oh, that frightening light will come again, just like the moment you came out of your mom and you cried and you longed for the familiar darkness. Holding it down, drinks at the bar, fresh faces and friends. Opportunities abounding, who knows how long? How far this night will go? And who's she? And which way? And which bar? An my, my, how time flies by with these long nights on the rocks. How time flies when you're alone and jaded. Will you make it alone? Will you discover yourself? Will you give it away to someone else? And will they understand, will they understand... You're just a bundle of love. You're just love and love lost. Gone, like the fool in the park who scares all the children and laughs out loud to himself of what he once was: This is your love. This is your love. Well, that fool was once something so beautiful, something alright, something upstanding, now disheveled and frightening: This is your love. This is your love. His head spins around but his heart beats on. Looks to the air, through the crowd, to the ground, everywhere for something to feed on: This is your love. This is your love. You'd like to think that you can pass it on by but you can't, no, no, this is your love. Person to person, past to past, this is all you have. This is all you have. Will you make it alone? Will you discover yourself? Will you give it away to someone else? And will they understand, now that you understand that you are not a lost cause and you are more than what was... You're just a bundle of love. You're just love and love lost. You're just love, you're just love and love lost, and that's all you are. So much love to give, so much baggage to carry it in now. You're just love and love lost.

Eggs

Written By: Ryan Montbleau

I like mine scrambled in the morning. I like mine scrambled in the morning, you like yours sunny side. Scrambled, scrambled, scrambled in the morning, little drop of cream, Florentine for mine. Scrambled, scrambled, scrambled in the morning. I like mine scrambled in the morning, you like yours sunny side-up. I like mine scrambled in the morning, you like yours sunny side. Over heavy. No, no, over meeds. Over the rainbow for some over easy. Over two biscuits, bacon, pepper, double cheese, oh please, oh please, momma, make me mine. I like mine scrambled in the morning, you like yours sunny side up. I like mine scrambled in the morning, you like yours sunny side. Sunny side? Sunny side? Hey, yo, Stephane? Stephane... s'il vous plait... poach something, man! Scrambled, scrambled, scrambled in the morning, butter still warm on toasted rye. Scrambled, scrambled, scrambled in the morning. I like mine scrambled in the morning, you like yours sunny side. I like mine scrambled in the morning, you like yours sunny side. Say, Marlene? (Yeah?) Marlene? (What?!?) Move over bacon, want some Sizzlean. Marlene, brew up the bean (Hmph.), fresh squeeze me some tangerines. Skillet's hot, the aroma's fine. How do you like yours? (Unfertilized.) I like mine scrambled in the morning, you like yours sunny side up. I like mine scrambled in the morning, you like yours sunny side.

If It Comes Around

Written By: Ryan Montbleau

The world's outside a window frame. There's rain on the cars below. People outside look like they're in pain but they're laughing hard at stories I don't know. But I have one that I hold on to and it's sad, but I never seem to want to let it go, let it go. Young woman one year younger than the boy loving her blind. Two cars parked by a highway sign, big old world zipping by. She backs away, musters a smile, says, "Drive safe, baby. I'll see you, now, on the other side." He drives away with rhymes to remember. Long day's journey, write it down along the way. Young poet with a bleeding heart thinking more about the metaphor than the woman driving away, driving away. Two cars diverged on a yellow road, one for a home, one for the stars. Look, the little lad he goes, standing on his tippy-toes, trying to see himself too far away, gone. Two cars diverged on a yellow road and that boy lost someone. Long promises and short love letters. Sweet-smelling sounds over the phone. He said, "I sure love you, baby, I'd sure love to see you sooner. Sooner would I cry than mess with my dream. Sooner would I die than ruin yours." So goodbye, goodbye, for the road is so long. All that's lost is new again, all that's born is gone. But maybe if this road stretches all, all around the world I could come and see you again when it comes around. If it comes around. Now the world's outside a window frame, and it's the same road through every town. Come to see the miracle, little lover lyrical, only night around and gone, moved on. One night only, come see a lonely boy sing a song. Mental photographs and old love letters. Write it down again, pile it up in a drawer. Seems I've had only one story worth using and only one love worth losing but I won't use it anymore. I won't use it anymore. So goodbye, goodbye, for the road is so long. All that's lost is new again, all that's born is gone. Buy maybe if this road stretches all, all around the world I could come and see you again when it comes around. If it comes around.

This

Written By: Ryan Montbleau

Skylight's flashing little flickers of life on the bedroom door. Standing here in my kitchen, last night's wine on the floor. I could play it off all morning while you stare at the side of my face, but I don't think that we should do this anymore. Pitter-patter of my loafered feet on the concrete of my block. Errands to run, smiles to greet, another short day in the sun. I'm well and I'm complete of as I walk right by your neighborhood. I don't think that I should go there anymore. Starlight fills my glass and shines on up my eyes. Swill it down, fill it up again and smile, boy, smile. My dreams are spinning around three feet off a bar room floor... High, hungover at the crack of noon, skylight chewing my face. I never woke up so alone, I never stoned myself to such disgrace. Another night has burned another day and what is more, my head and my disposition are sore. I cannot do this anymore. Too many hours to go until the dark day, it turns to night. There's too much space here, nothing to hold, nothing to write. What I wouldn't give for a touch or a taste or a cradle of something warm. I've got your number in my phone... And when we forget, forget about it, about everything outside these walls. When all of our futures are provided for by a look and a touch and a feeling so much like we have been here before. As if we've known each other for so long and we look at each other as if we were in love- we cannot do this anymore. We cannot do this anymore. Spin it around, spin it around, see how far it'll go. Cross my fingers, close my eyes, kiss the girl at the end of the bottle. One time too many and now I'm on my own. I've gone outside the game, too fast to hold on, too good, too good to let go. Sunlight dries my drink and shines on up your eyes. This is perfect, this is fine, no this is not right. Lovers on the even days, odds are we cannot just move right on. Do we finish the dance or get off the dance floor? We cannot do this anymore. We cannot do this anymore.