Songs from the Live Set List



Sunday morning I can still see the angle of your body underneath the sheets 

it shouldn't surprise me but these things can deteriorate at such great speed 

when I am thinking of the night before when I cut myself off but you still wanted more 

now I am caught between myself preservation and your great need 


My great escape might not come today, but 

make no mistake I need to get away


I never thought this shit would slide off of me and stick to you 

but leave this unchecked for a month and stand back and look at the damage it can do

I heard there were punches in the air and at least 3 thrown chairs

if this is more than you can manage I am not going to stand back and watch the damage 


My great escape might come today, but 

make no mistake I ne


B. Rolle


I fell off a satellite into your back yard
seems I wondered off-I didn't know how far
'cause I slid through the stairs
got wrapped in the cords
seems I lost the charts and
fell over the stars

there are angry aliens in my blood
they won't go away or shut up

there are plastic bags in the trees
wrappers and empties
I slid through the silt
got stuck in the sand
but I'm face down when you left with

The dirt and dried leaves and the sun through the trees
it seems the comets have crashed and I can't back

I couldn't crawl that far
and the uplink is down
watched you disappear through the stars
while I am stuck on the ground
without you
without you


B. Rolle


The summer sun cascades and collides
off the sand and sweat
while the sun dogs split and divide
a perfect summer sky, and yet

Lost in that yellow haze and halo
and all of that numbing fog
a blood warm falling glow
tumbling again with the sun dogs

your eyes sparkle and shine
when your hand was mine
running to the car in the downburst
stuck together for better and worse

now your eyes are as cold as ice in this january cold
and like waves on white seas the drifts rise and collaspe
did we bury the sun beneath the snow?
It's a little too late when we are stuck here together
with no place left to go

your eyes sparkle and when you hand is no longer in mine
did I lose you in all that numbing fog?
dreaming of what used to be and the sun dogs.

written by B. Rolle and published by lesserhasbeensmusic, 2015, all rights