Stephen D Spatz

Stephen D Spatz

 Philadelphia, Pennsylvania, USA
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Breezy E

Written By: Stephen Spatz and Jason Littlefield

Breezy E

by Stephen Spatz and Jason Littlefield

Life is what you’re doing
While you’re fooling yourself through the day
You know it’s wrong they say
To dream and waste your time this way

I know that you’re out there somewhere
Strumming on a breezy E
Singing please
Don’t wake me ‘cause I’m free
Right where I need to be
It’s nowhere, and I don’t care

Forgot about the other worlds
They wanted me to be with you
And time we cannot steal ‘cause it’s not real, it’s true
So baby don’t you be so blue

I know that you’re out there somewhere
And I hope you’ve got some brand new shoes
And we don’t lose
Don’t wake me ‘cause I’m free
Right where I need to be
It's nowhere, and I don’t care

Every time I think of you I shine
Like I’ve been drinking too much wine
And when I remember you sometimes
I feel so alive, it gets me high

I know that you’re out there somewhere
And I hope you didn’t have to choose
Outside your muse
Don’t wake me ‘cause I’m free
Right where I need to be
It’s nowhere, and I don’t care

Burn

Written By: Stephen Spatz

Sweat from the hot days make me think
Never get a sip of that cool drink
Heat coming down from the power above
Never get a breath of that cool love
Hot thought swimming in my fever head
Dry as the blood in the river bed
Heat coming down and it never yield
Dry as the grass growing in the field

One spark--Just enough--Catch a fire
One match--All it takes--Start a fire
And burn

Heat from the power on the tender land
Never get a shake from the heavy hand
Old time motion never put to rest
Dry as the heart in the treasure chest
New day dawning in the public eye
Old way can’t afford to give it a try
One spark just enough to give it a shove
Gotta get a sip of that cool love

One spark--Just enough--Catch a fire
One match--All it takes--Start a fire
And burn

Burn for the people who are filling you
Burn for the people that are killing you
Burn for the trouble in the air to flow
Burn for next year’s seed to grow
Burn for the people who are filling you
Burn for the people that are killing you
Burn for the trouble in the air to flow
Burn for next year’s seed to grow

Of Course You Know (This Means Love)

Written By: Stephen D Spatz

Hiding in the ditch that I dug while the dawn stretches over the field
Shaking of the cold of the night as the light shines through me
I turn back and peer in to the no-man’s land between our understanding
Freeze when I set my eyes upon the passionate indifference that you’re commanding

A rumble and a flash and communications died instantly
I dropped to the mud and in my mind I recall me
Sounding the call but again unsuccessfully charging the border
Blind last night when the power was down and the rain cut the circuits that were made to order

You drink your cup and then you pass it like you want it to fool me
You pour the water out and then you boil it over to cool me
Of course you know – of course you realize
Of course you know – of course you realize

Intelligence has just informed that it spied a little light in the heartland
Is it a crack in your sovereign state, could it mean that you’re willing to negotiate?

Strategy is the name of the game when you cock your arms to hold up a shield
Blind to the fire that I burn for you and I can only wonder at the might of the forcefield

You drink your cup and then you pass it like you want it to fool me
You pour the water out and then you boil it over to cool me
Of course you know – of course you realize
Of course you know – of course you realize
This means love
Love
This means love
Love

There’s a burning in me for you
Lay siege is what I’m gonna do
Open your heart is my battle cry
Never surrender ‘til the day I die

There’s a burning in me for you
Lay siege is what I’m gonna do
Open your heart is my battle cry
Never surrender ‘til the day I die

Jackson, Mississippi, I'm Coming Home

Written By: Stephen Spatz

Well trucking for a living ain’t an easy way to go
With diesel going up and the economy sinking low
But I’m a born long-hauler with a boot full of lead
The wide-open road is where I make up my bed

I spent a week on a run from Raleigh to Seattle
Slowing down to an honest day’s work is half the battle
‘Cause I’m a born long-hauler with a sneaker full of rocks
I gotta take that load when opportunity knocks
But my heart keeps telling me to put my rambling aside
I gotta turn this rig around and take a homeward ride

Now my gears are getting noisy as I’m rolling into Boise
Uintas looking pretty over Salt Lake City
Evanston, Rock Springs, Laramie, Wyoming
My working life is all about the hauling and the roaming
But now I’m deadheading back to lay down the chrome
Jackson, Mississippi baby I’m coming home

Well my checks are getting smaller and my debt is getting big
I owe a hundred-twenty thousand on a hundred-grand rig
It’s getting hard to pay the bills but I gotta push on
Just as quick as I pull it in you know it’s up and gone
But the sunny open road has got me feeling outta sight
I gotta make it home in time for Saturday night

I watched the sun go down east of Cheyenne town
I’m leaving far behind that old Nebraska line
Ogallala, Lincoln into Omaha
Flying through Missouri down to Arkansas
Man I ain’t stopping ‘til I see that capitol dome
Jackson, Mississippi baby I’m coming home

I’m gonna go out to LeFleur and kick back along the Pearl
Stop by the Cherokee and see my Mississippi girl
She’ll take the wheel a while and drive us around
Then we’ll catch up with my buddies when we hit the town

I shot past West Memphis out across that ol’ muddy
Man I can almost smell my sweet magnolia blossom, buddy
She’s waiting for me in the sticky heat
She’s the only one knows how to rub my travelling feet
Slide across the border and I’m picking up the pace
Jake it as I roll up past the Natchez Trace
Abracadabra baby alacazam
Jackson, Mississippi, here I am!

Jezebel

Written By: Stephen Spatz

They say this world spins around on the power of love
And love’s a little thing that I’ve got plenty of
I ramble lightly over hill and dell
Looking for my Jezebel

Astarte can be found in each and every town
Asherah who is strong enough to lay me down
Mine eyes have seen the glory of the coming well
In the arms of every Jezebel

I’ve got a downy delta queen in Memphis
Hallowed be her name
But my sweet sweet honey from Round Rock, Texas
Puts ‘em all to shame

Her Father always wants for her to settle down
But her heart is like an eagle with a shiny crown
I’m free falling heaven to the gates of Hell
Falling for my Jezebe-heh-hell
Falling for my Jezebel

I’ll see my painted face in Bethlehem
Sacramento, San Pedro, St. Paul, Minn
When the cold wind blows I’ll ramble down to Augustine
Get me some Florida sunshine again

Her Father always wants for her to settle down
But her heart is like an eagle with a shiny crown
I’m free falling heaven to the gates of Hell
Falling for my Jezebe-heh-hell
Falling for my Jezebel

Waiting On You

Written By: Stephen Spatz

WAITING ON YOU

When the time has come for us to get out of here
And go our separate ways
Don’t trouble yourself with the way I feel
I’ve got other troubles to face today
Another day, another something new
But you know I’ll be waiting on you
Uh-huh, yeah
Uh-huh, yeah

You give me feeling like climbing a mountain
Standing on top when I hear you say
That you get high upon my love
But then you lay me low in your own sweet way
Your good times are good for me too
My pleasure is waiting on you
Uh-huh, yeah
Uh-huh, yeah

Trying to catch the heart of a drifter’s like
Watching for jays in a spying glass
I see you flutter across my vision
Just for a moment and then you pass

Go on, fly as high as you can
I’m gonna be your hilltop man
I’ll come up when you come in from the blue
You know I’m gonna be waiting on you
Do what you do

You give me feeling like climbing a mountain
Standing on top when I hear you say
That you get high upon my love
Now lay me low in your own sweet way
I’ll do everything you want me to do
My pleasure is waiting on you
Uh-huh, yeah
Uh-huh, yeah

Trying to catch the soul of a hawk is like
Panning for gold in a rushing stream
I watch you flowing in and out of my pocket
Squinting at glitter, chasing a dream

Go on, fly as high as you can
I’m gonna be your hilltop man
I’ll come up when you come in from the blue
You know I’m gonna be waiting on you
Do what you do

© 2011 Stephen Spatz