The 2010 Project (2011)

2010 Project (2011)

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1   No Lights, No Sound

2   Threshold

3   You Will Thank Me

4   It All Comes Around

5   I Would Prefer Not To

6   Socrates’ Gulps

7   One

8   The Best Reason I Wake Up

9   Vows and Changes

10   Work Time, Get in Line

11   The Old Home Departure Song

12   Goodbye, So Long

HIDDEN:  The One For Me

DELUXE EDITION:

14   No More [Studio Demo]

15   Piles of Love Letters [Studio Demo]

16   One [Studio Demo]

17   Work Time, Get in Line [Studio Demo]

18   I, Professional Hoop Jumper [Acoustic Demo (2010)]

19   No Lights, No Sound [Acoustic Demo (2008)]

20   For You, Girl [Acoustic Fragment (2008)]

21   Worth Fighting For [Acoustic Fragment (2008)]

“No Lights, No Sound” (C. Moore)

The lights are off; there’s no one around. / Nothing’s lonelier than a lack of sound. / I’m walking up and down the hallways; / I realize tonight why you never commit to always. / You know… something’s wrong. / You’ve known… I’m probably going to stay here too long.

I’m shrugging off the ways we used to be ‘til now. / I’m letting go of places I never knew how. / You took a piece out of me, a piece of the puzzle, a branch on the tree / My love or my life, don’t make me choose… / You know… something’s wrong. / It’s me… wanting this little piece of something called “Free”…

This is what we have to do / This is what needs to be done…

The lights were off; they’ve come back on. / It’s still new to say out loud that you’ve gone…

“Threshold” (C. Moore)

I can’t seem to find… / Another chance from a life that has carried me through everything that I’ve ever seen. / Now I’m living on my own, as if I haven’t been alone; this is the threshold that frightens me. / And all I see are… / Nervous thoughts and predictable pride when you’re spinning ‘round to another side. / You’re right, you’re spry, you’re the real, bona fide loser that’ll choose only what makes the news.

This is the new me, finding a way to get back to me. / Even though I’m free, you wouldn’t know that from what others see. / I spent half of my life, saving away for what might have been, / So this is the new me, finding a way to get back to me…  back to me…  ooh…

I’m not saying… / This is the end or that I’m still your friend ‘cause I’m on a roll being out of control. / So, if you wanna play with me, or just to gain some sympathy, step out from behind your decree. / From that side of the table, sit and stretch out your arms, and don’t worry: your apathy won’t set off the alarms. / This is the line that we tip-toe along; doesn’t have to go on and on.

And I’m not saying… / Get the band back together and tether down all the screams that ripped through the seams. / But I don’t wanna hover, shouldn’t have to take cover from all the dollar signs and dreams.

“You Will Thank Me” (C. Moore)

I’m sellin out, son, for the mark of a hammer and a house in the outback when I’m done / And they will never find me / Where I’m going won’t be coming out in any of these trashy rags / I will take you to a place where the king in my mind can live without disgrace

There is no hope; there’s only swinging from an ever-tightenin’ rope / Which you will find in the time it takes to get out of your mind / You will thank me when I’m gone

They will write about me much / All the morals I’ve forsaken and a bunch of other nonsensical stuff / You can’t keep kidding me that you see order in the violence and the chaos of a condescending sea / I will take you to a time where you won’t be asked to rewind

We live in a retrospective age, they say, yet we don’t know where we’re going / Hindsight being 20/20 doesn’t make want to drink the tap water that is running / You think you rebel because you’ve learned all the ways to skimp out on your taxes / No way in hell I’m ever gonna be the one who makes excuses and relaxes til I fly…

Now is all I have to give and if I’m going, no sense waiting for the time in which they think that I should live.

“It All Comes Around” (C. Moore)

Swished around and spit out, forgotten; stepped upon where teeth once had chattered… / It’s a long climb and it just reminds of every inconsequential flutter that somehow mattered. / And when it don’t, I suppose that it won’t; when it don’t, doesn’t mean that it didn’t. / When we take the time to step outside and wade in the light, / It’s only a matter of months and a series of signs… / Until it all comes around.

Walked upon and worn out, abandoned; could not compete with what your money summons… / It’s the head nods and the “Right on”’s: tokens of a sadly predictable vocabulary… / And when it is, I suppose that it was; when it is, doesn’t mean that it must be. / When we take the time to step outside and wade in the light, / It’s only a matter of months and a series of signs… / Until it all comes around.

I’m gonna be right here, / And don’t you ever go away. / ‘Cause I’m gonna ride right on, / If this is how it has to be, to be, for me…

Swished around and spit out, forgotten; stepped upon where teeth once had chattered… / It’s a long climb and it just reminds of every inconsequential flutter that somehow mattered. / And when it don’t, I suppose that it won’t; when it don’t, doesn’t mean that it didn’t. / When we take the time to step outside and wade in the light, / It’s only a matter of months and a series of signs… / Until it all comes around. / And when it don’t, I suppose that it won’t; when it don’t, doesn’t mean that it didn’t. / When we take the time to step outside and wade in the light, / It’s only a matter of months and a series of signs…

“I Would (Prefer Not To)” (C. Moore)

Every time I came around, you said I was gone. / But every time I left your side, you said I was wrong. / Now I can’t see any more of this for you or me; / This is me thinking on my own, rectifying history. / And I would prefer not to. / I’ll say that again… / I would prefer not to say any wrong about anyone, / But that no longer applies to you…

Behind the counters now in every town, in every state / Are the quiet people just like me, trying to break from fate. / Waiting for someone to show them how to be free; / I know that person could be me if I wanted it to be. / Once upon a time you thought that I could be that kind of guy, / One who can’t be labeled, who breaks life down day by day, / Describes just how to go about being personal and true / To anyone and everyone and everything you do… / Yet I would prefer not to. / I’ll say that again… / I would prefer not to change in any way that may go astray; / I’ve decided to live my life anyway…

It’s all that I can do right now to make it work out better. / But who am I to hold together what you wish to sever? / Years of living, loving, learning who we’d be today: / Two rocks that never rolled away…

The sun rises in the east, it always sets in the west; / You can hold on to your predictable ways, but you can forget all the rest. / All the love this world has to offer you, you can leave it be, / And stay right where you want to be, and see what you want to see. / But I would prefer not to. / I’ll say that again… / I would prefer not to say or go again where I’ve already been; / That’s so difficult to do with you…

“Socrates’ Gulps” (C. Moore)

Maybe I’m not asking for a stand-in; / Maybe I’m not looking for a clean way out. / Like Socrates taking gulps of his own medicine, / I need to get where I should be.

Simple chords, simple words stream through my mind; / It’s not like it was. / Any day of the week you will find me / Right where we were. / It’s not like it was; it’s not like you said… / From the perimeter of the false wounds you’ve bled.

And you know I’ve watched it drown / As you’ve pissed on this sacred ground, / But I won’t be a party to this any longer…

In the meadow, a strong breeze blows dust clouds; / You say I’m moving on. / Fine, whatever; whatever you think must be right, / At least for one half’s side. / Here we go again, you’re just “screwed over” incarnate, / And this picture you paint needs some reality on it.

“One” (C. Moore)

Fog of confusion is here to stay, it’s sad to say there is no time / Gone with delusions of how much pay it takes to make a peaceful life / Wrong to believe in the words of man, as if anyone ever can / Song of the people is remain free, look out for Number One, you see

One has to do what is best for one / Lest one day you turn around and there are none / Unless one only thinks of one

Stains of subjective perspective linger and malinger in the mind / True, to pursue all the dreams you’ve seen is the American dream but / You must recognize, emphasize that it’s only a pursuit and / What are the steps that you’re willing to take, all the decisions you can make

When in the course of human events does it become necessary / To review and dispute all that’s come before?  Can we really not be keeping score?

So, we believe in the duplication of the corporation / Because we’re attracted to the belief that we are safe. / Not to be told that we’re in the wrong; we don’t get paid to get along. / Not to be told that this life is brief, for we have technology. / Not to be told that we’re getting fat; for there is a machine for that. / Not to be told that we’re getting old, we have a pill for that. / Not to be told that there is no God; we’ve got some brownie points need trading in. / Not to be told that there is a God; we really do comprehend what is a sin.

“The Best Reason I Wake Up” (C. Moore)

Sleepy, wake up, it’s rising time, and I’ve been going out of my mind. / So alone and so out of reach, I’m just leaning back, thinking of you… / Oh, how I’d love to live with you right now, and… / Oh, oh, oh, you’re the best reason I wake up, anyhow

Darling, rest up before we go.  You’re so beautiful, and you don’t know. / The light keeps on streaming in; you have me before you begin. / I’d ramble on and on, but when time comes I have to get gone. / So, I’ll be silent and strong, find a way to get along.

This time I cannot stay long; / We know when I go that it just feels wrong. / So, I’ll be coming back, and I won’t have to pack because / There’s nothing that I lack; in our home is where the soul is.

Sweetheart, it is time to start with a trip to the grocery mart. / Right behind you down every aisle, even shoe-shopping makes me smile. / No more waiting for calls; we go together and that is all. / If we’re lucky, it’ll be a while before this sort of thing goes out of style… / Oh, how I love living with you right now, and… / Oh, oh, oh,  you’re still the best reason I wake up, anyhow… / How, -ow, -ow, you’re still the best reason I wake up,   anyhow.

“Vows and Changes” (C. Moore)

I stopped wondering why you don’t come around any more / I just wish that you – that any human being – could stick to a vow / When you ask me how I’m doing, I simply nod my head / I could tell a lot of other people I’d be better off dead… but not you

This is me, and I think that you know it / This is me, and I shouldn’t have to show it / To you…  Ooh-ooh…

Some people love for month, some people love for a night / We were lovers by every definition, and we thought that we were doing it right / I know I love you, I love to be loved by you, and I love to love you / But when I looked down deep in my soul, I found something I hadn’t planned to find

Please don’t slip away / Stay where you are / Saints and sinners come and go / I am neither for you

Some people love for ever, some people never truly love / I never wanted to be the latter, but I guess that I just can’t be the former / So, when you pass by me with our memories held tight, you’ll have wrung out every moment / I’ll be the first and last to tell you I’m no better, but you’ve lost more than you’ll ever know again

“Work Time, Get in Line” (C. Moore)

This is the time, this is the place / This is what happens when you make it a race / Take two steps forward, then halt what you’ve done / Turn it around, start again, and you’ve won / You’ve won… / As long as you’ve got the numbers to prove / There’s more to come, you’ll be fine / As long as you’ve got what it takes to / Survive the grind.

Don’t draw a smile, don’t shrug or frown / You’re either a worker, a thief, or a clown / Sit in your chair, stay in your square / Work in parameters, watch what you wear / They care… / And now you’re getting ready at the end of a barrel / Your father’s demeanor, your father’s apparel / You operate under the delusion / There’s a finish line

Here we go again, at the end of a millennium / Turn of the century, progress indeed

This is the time, this is the place / This is what happens when you make it a race, a race. (erase)

“The Old Home Departure Song” (C. Moore)

Old bed, old home / Never wanted to be alone / All the circuits I thought were crossed / Were lost / New thoughts, same actions / Lost in all the distractions / Behind the curtains of this circus / Is a cell

New bed, new home / Old ties split across a telephone / A new shot from the hip to / The heart / Before I leave / My memories, my personal disease / The one life I want may not exist / But you can bet that there is one more twist

And I am gonna ride it out today / Tomorrow I’ll be gone a long, long way / I can’t be offended, and I won’t obey / So I am gonna ride it out today…

“Goodbye, So Long” (C. Moore/J. Fusco/M. Fusco/D. Camp)

You said goodbye so long ago; / I should have said something before I just let you go… / I knew that we had more than we knew. / I love you, I’m glad that you’re gone, I just don’t know what to do… / Remember those summer days that we wished would never end? / But nothing could overcome the thoughts that were in your head.

I wouldn’t want you to think I forgot about you, girl. / There’s just so many things I have to do while I’m in this world.

I don’t believe you want to end on this note, / To look back and say to yourself, “That’s all we wrote.” / I think we’re lying down to let it pass / I’d rather not talk it out, but I don’t want it to last… / Remember those autumn days that we wished would never end? / But nothing could overcome the thoughts that were in your head.

You said goodbye, so long… / (You said goodbye, so long…)

“The One For Me” (C. Moore)

Five years ago on a day like this / I was alone didn’t know where to go / A friend that had had my back just faded to black / I couldn’t resist you were at the top of my list / So then came my call it had me curled up in a ball / I’d never really tried, it seems, and now it’s the stuff of dreams

We drove for an hour so we were so lost but we didn’t know / What we didn’t know was that we’d found ourselves at last / So mini-golf kicked off the lives of loneliness we’d lost / We didn’t know but somehow I think we felt / That this was the time both yours and mine / After a life of longing, waiting, two decades by design

You’ve always been the one for me / That I was meant to see / Now, you’ll always be the one for me / You wonder how I know, and if I’ll always tell you so… / Well, it’s so.

Five years ago I was inexperienced / All the clichés of never knowing love before you stuck / That’s just the thing, there was not a poem I could sing / Before a life like yours made freedom ring / You were my call to a full life after all / No more living in my notebooks, holding up the wall

The images fall out of a simpler time before we’d shout / No tears fell on our first date, unless they fell for joy / You held my hand taking in the stars from the porch / Looking back now, they’re all sepia toned and kitsch / I don’t ever miss those memories / How could I go for a copy when the original’s before me?

I guess I just lied I miss those lost times / But not enough to go back / In my dark hour they had the power / To send me running back to you

Five years ago on a day like this / I was alone; now I know where to go.

“No More” (C. Moore) [Studio Demo]

Now and then, I get to feeling lonely, / Like there’s no on else that’s trying to be / Head and shoulders above the waters of only / Doing that which you must for others to see. / And now I’ve found someone who’s with me; / You know it only takes two when you’re trying to see. / But there’s more… there’s standing in the door. / I wonder what the hell this waiting’s for…

No more taking it slow, / When you know, there’s always somewhere left to go – / When you see… you’ll be with me!

Now all I can do to react is to sit back, / Tactfully turn my eyes to the sky. / There’s only so much in me to take up the slack; / I can only create so many alibis. / I used to need a someone with me, / But now it’s nobody that’s setting me free. / There’s got to be some answers / To the questions they’ve been asking me…

I know I’m out there, but you can find me / Somewhere beneath all the subtleties.

And I already know the answers / To every question that’s been haunting me…

“Piles of Love Letters” (C. Moore) [Studio Demo]

What if the grass really is greener, taller, fuller, softer on the other side? / What if that girl really would make me happier? / What if she’s that missing piece to complete me?

In my two drawers: two piles of love letters; / One woman behind a shut door, the other obviously better for me.

What if I could feel a greater purpose? / What if what I think is love is only what I think? / A night with another girl might really wake me up; / Go to bed with that girl and wake up in my world…

Every time that I come around, someone tells me I’m duty-bound / To be with the one I love; I can’t do this anymore / Every time I think I’m done, she’ll get me thinking she’s the one / It’s only a matter of time before I’m really done…

What if that girl would tear my heart out, / hurt me to the point I don’t believe in love? / Maybe I’m better off where I am now; / at least it’s you, at least it’s tried and true…

“I, Professional Hoop Jumper” (C. Moore) [Acoustic Demo (2010)]

I walked forty miles just to be with you. / I walked forty miles just to be with you. / And when the soles of my shoes wore out, I thought I’d find / Some gratitude from you and a peace of mind. / Yet all I get is, “Where you been? / “While you were gone, did you get all that I depend on you for? / I worked a week for you and didn’t get a dime.  I worked a week for you and didn’t get a dime. / Wasn’t looking for monetary compensation, just a sign of civilization. / But there’s none to be found in a rubber stamp. / Don’t even think about calling me “buddy,” “pal,” or “guy” or “champ.”

I’ve jumped through your hoops, and I don’t know where they’re leading to. / I’ve jumped through your hoops, and the only one who’s in control is you…

I’ve purchased everything I’ve ever owned from you. / I’ve purchased everything I’ve ever owned from you. / Never asking for any discount or a rebate, but never expecting your brand of hate. / You say it’s not hate and it’s the law.  Go ahead, say it again, and draw a guffaw. / I stood up for you in a crowded room.  I stood up for you in a crowded room. / All I received was a cold and vacant stare.  So, I straightened up and stood on my chair. / I’ve given every form of benefit of the doubt. / To you, communication is only a legal route.

“For You, Girl” (C. Moore) [Acoustic Fragment (2008)]

I wouldn’t want you to think I forgot about you, girl / There’s just so many things I have to do while I’m in this world

There’s cooking and cleaning / Trying to find some meaning / In all the things I do

“Worth Fighting For” (C. Moore) [Acoustic Fragment (2008)]

You said goodbye too long ago / I should have said something before I just let you go

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