rick fowler band

blues-rock from athens, georgia

Rick Fowler Band - Lyrics

All songs copyright Rick Fowler

Close to the Truth

Don’t get close to the truth
It will burn you
Don’t get close to the truth
It will turn you into something you didn’t want to be
Someone you didn’t want to see
Don’t get close to the truth

Don’t get close to the truth
It will hurt you
Don’t get close to the truth
It will disturb you with words you didn’t want to hear
And thoughts you didn’t want to fear
Don’t get close to the truth

Don’t you look behind the curtain
To try to see the other side
Some things are better left uncertain
Just believe in the lies, keep buying the disguise, don’t get close to the truth

Don’t get close to the truth
It will own you
Don’t get close to the truth
It will haunt you like a spirit in the night, like the opposite of light
Don’t get close to the truth

Cause it will never set you free
And forever you will be
Close to the truth

Infected with the Blues

I’m worried about the future, haunted by the past
Ain’t crazy ‘bout the present and I pray that it can’t last
But don’t worry now, ‘cause I don’t have that much to lose
Through my veins runs the sorrow, I’m infected with the blues

I went to see the preacher, I dropped down to my knees
I said preacher can you help me to put my soul at ease
He said, "Son I’d like to help you but there’s no good I can bring.
Those who sleep out with the jackals never hear the angels sing.
But don’t worry son, you don’t have that much to lose
‘Cause nobody wants a soul who’s infected with the blues."

Way off in the distance I used to see a light
But now that light has vanished in the darkness of the night
When the soul begins to wander, and the body is its jail
It will lay that body down just to break out of its cell
But don’t worry now, I don’t have that much to lose
Through my veins runs the sorrow, I’m infected with the blues

Soldier of Misfortune

I hit the beach at Omaha with an M1 in my hand
And my life, it flashed before my eyes as my helmet hit the sand
And as the blood ran from my body, I thought about my little girl
And I prayed that she would never see such a self-destructive world

I’m a soldier of misfortune, just a victim of the game
And no matter what the outcome, I’m the one who feels the pain

I met the ghosts of Flanders Field where all the poppies grow
And they told me not to look ahead to the world that would unfold

I’m a soldier of misfortune, just a victim of the game
And no matter what the outcome, I’m the one who feels the pain

I didn’t fight for the Bank of America or go to war for Fannie Mae
But they took the dream we died for and they pissed it all away

I’m a soldier of misfortune, just a victim of the game
And no matter what the outcome, I’m the one who feels the pain

Hope and Fate

Hope ain’t worth a nickel unless fate is on your side
And hope tells you you’re driving, but you are only on a ride
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But hope is worth a fortune if it’s the only thing you own
All you got to get you home, all you got to carry on, so carry on

I’ve read enormous volumes from the genius and the fool
But I’ve never found a sure-fire way to tell the difference in the two
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They spout their propaganda to all who believe
And to the desperate they promise a world that cannot be
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Preacher

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Preacher, don’t try to save no souls when I die
I said preacher, don’t try to save no souls when I die
It’s my last day on earth and I just want to say goodbye
I said preacher please don’t try to save no souls when I die

They’re my friends, they’re my family, and they just want to send me away
They need peace and they need comfort to get them through this troubled day
They don't need your worn-out lectures; they don’t need you to talk about hell
They don't need you to preach damnation, they need a whole lot of tenderness, a little bit of help
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Now if you want to preach a sermon, then do it on another day
Because right now you got some hurting people and they need you in a better way
You’re not here to pass no judgment. You’re not here to save no souls
And you cheapen everything you stand for when you take a person’s memory, turn it into a show
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Destiny Blues

You know I wake up shaking in the middle of the night
Got a bad, bad feeling something just ain’t right
All I ever wanted was a happy home, but the road gets tougher as I travel on
The life I’m living ain’t the life I choose, I’ve got a full-blown case of the destiny blues

I’m just a ship-wrecked drifter in a sea of pain
Trying to swim to shore with this ball and chain
Some kind cruel, cruel order of a higher kind got me on the run till the end of time
The life I’m living ain’t the life I choose, I’ve got a full-blown case of the destiny blues

I prayed to Jesus and Buddha too
I read L. Ron Hubbard, studied new voodoo
Nothing seems to help me find my own free will
I was dealt the hand but never made deal
The life I’m living ain’t the life I choose, I’ve got a full-blown case of the destiny blues
The life I’m living is not the life I choose
It’s taking me down with the destiny blues

Guided Missile

(chorus):
If I had a guided missile and I could get that thing to fly
All you clowns down there on Wall Street would be running for your lives

Well now you claim that you’re a Christian but you work for Goldman Sacks
Jesus knows you took the money and Jesus wants that money back
Because it belongs to all the people and you stole it with your lies
And your manipulation of the market and your class war genocide
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You can always buy a senator, a representative, get a lobbyist too
But you can’t buy disconnection from the damage that you do
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Though you may not be like Al-Qaeda, you don’t use no bombs and planes
But when it comes to mass destruction, to me you’re all the f**king same
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This Life

You know, half the people I love are dead and the other half, they are dying
I’ve got to crawl right out of this bed, though I don’t feel much like trying
And the boss man don’t even know my name but he wants me to break my back
Se he can buy yet another plane and some high-dollar Cadillac
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This life is killing me
It’s breaking me down, yeah can’t you see? Can’t you see?

I see the man in the penthouse as he spits on us ants on the ground
And I pray for the day I can see him and say I watched your world come crashing down
And to the Right it’s just God and money, and to the Left it’s injustice and race
But for some of us here, we’re just trying to live in this godforsaken place
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Profit Off the Lord

Well, I sat down last Sunday morning and I turned on my old TV
I saw the preacher, he was saying that he could make a blind man see
And then he looked into the camera and said, “I’ll heal the sick and lame.
If you’ll just send me twenty dollars, I’ll make you well in Jesus’s name.”

And then he went on and started screaming about the sins of rock and roll
He said to burn all of your records before you start to lose control
And then he said that country music was just as bad and just as wrong
You’ll go to hell; you’ll burn with Satan if you keep listening to those songs

(chorus):
He don’t play no country music and he don’t like to rock and roll
He’s the only human being with a sanitary soul
And I don’t claim to be no saint now, but there’s one thing I know for sure:
It just ain’t right to make no profit off the Lord

And we grew up with all our heroes, they made us feel so good inside
It might be Elvis or The Beatles or ole Hank Williams – Jambalaya
And I don’t like to see no con man take advantage of the weak
He’s trying to find himself a scapegoat to pave his way to easy street
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Skeletons in Your Closet

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You’ve got skeletons in your closet, well mine’s out walking ‘round
You’ve got skeletons in your closet, well mine’s out walking ‘round
And when that jawbone starts to rattle, it spreads the news all over town

They'll be hanging ‘round the city hall, the rumors start to fly
Before I can explain it, I've got nothing left to hide
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They tell who’s been cheating, who’s been running 'round
They talk about my problems and Lord, it brings me down
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You can’t hold them down with shackles, you can’t tie them up with chains
They’ll slide out on the street at night and dirty up your name
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Walk Softly

I heard you sneak into the bedroom in the middle of the night
I’ve got a low-down suspicion that what you’re doing ain’t right
I smell some brand new cologne and it ain’t Chanel #5
I just know you’re up to evil, I see that look in your eyes
So you better walk softly baby, don’t you step on this heart of mine

You’ve got a nasty need to ramble, but you better watch who you see
You never know who’s ‘round the corner, might be a fool just like me
So you better walk softly baby, don’t you step on this heart of mine

I feel the sweat on the trigger. I feel a chill in the night
I might just say it was a prowler who stumbled right into my sights
So you better walk softly baby, don’t you step on this heart of mine

Saving Grace

I left a happy home just to play the blues
Chasing fast, loose women, drinking rot-gut booze
I wound up here down in Birmingham
in a broke-down Dodge with the third gear jammed
Somebody help me get out this place
Lord I need a shot of saving grace
Come on, come on

From the day I was born, I was on the run
Don’t look back ‘cause everything is gone
From street to street and from town to town
They tell me, "Watch out boy when the sun goes down."
Somebody help me get out this place
Lord, I need a shot of saving grace
Come on, come on

(chorus):
Somebody help me, Won’t somebody help me
Somebody help me, Won’t somebody help me
Somebody help me get out of this place
Lord, I need a shot of saving grace
Come on, come on

Prince of Fools

You might be the kind of woman I might want to meet
I see you turn the corner as you’re walking down the street
I try to find that perfect line, I try to be so cool
But you just turn and walk away; I’m the prince of fools

I wake up in the morning and I’ve got you on my mind
The way I feel about you makes it harder all the time
I’m trying to find my swagger and I’m trying to be so cool
But you won’t let me touch you; now I’m the prince of fools

(chorus):
And they call me the prince, prince of fools
Baby I ain’t your prince; I’m the prince of fools

I’m walking down the sidewalk thinking what I’m gonna say
And I see you bouncing toward me in your semi-lingerie
You seem to look right past me, no matter what I do
But I tell you I am royalty; I’m the prince of fools
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I’m Moving Up

(chorus):
I’m moving up ‘cause the world is moving down
I’m moving up ‘cause a change is coming ‘round
Misery loves company, if you believe in relativity,
I guess I’m moving up ‘cause they’re moving down

I’ve been here for quite some time scratching in the dirt
Trying to make a living in a world that went berserk
But I’ve just the market crash and all those tycoons lost their ass
So, I guess I’m moving up ‘cause they’re moving down
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Now I don’t want to see good people lose everything they own
But the greedy need to learn how it is to scratch for their next bone
They looked down at their nose at me but I can see them horizontally
so I guess I’m moving up and they’re moving down
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I’m just a struggling citizen with nothing left to lose
But now I’ve got some company in the land of the sub-prime blues
I watched that ticker on the television wipe out all that class division
and I guess I’m moving up ‘cause they’re moving down
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Road to Nowhere

Tossing, turning baby. I can’t sleep at night
I’ve got a load of trouble on my burdened mind
I’ve got an aching head. I’ve got the tombstone eyes
I’m on the road to nowhere, driving blind

I’ve got the pedal to the floor
Headed down that road
You know my heart is pounding
but my blood runs cold
My mind is racing in the lonely night
I’m on the road to nowhere, driving blind

I tried to straighten up baby. I tried to make you proud
But you laughed at me baby. You laughed out loud
I don’t know where I’m headed but it don’t feel right
I’m on the road to nowhere, driving blind

Hell Hound

I believe some old hell hound done found my black cat bone
Yes, I believe some old hell hound done found my black cat bone
‘Cause the stars don’t look right and the moon is looking wrong

I can hear that old hell hound scratching at my door
I can hear that old hell hound, he’s just scratching at my back door
If that hound ever gets in, I won’t be hanging ‘round no more

The rain started falling and the wind began to howl
The rain started falling down and the wind began to howl
Tell everybody ‘round here we got a hell hound on the prowl

Running from the Truth

There’s a man to left of me, another to right
Both are pushing Kool-aid bit it’s laced with cyanide
Neither says it’s poisonous but when I asked to see some proof
They just quickly turned away, running from the truth

One says he’s Conservative with Jesus on his side
The other says he’s on the Left and the Left is always right
One thing they have in common, one thing they’ll always do
Contaminate the evidence while running from the truth

Don’t it make you feel somewhat uncomfortable
When the actors in this play take us for fools
Don’t you want to hold someone responsible for taking everything we have and running from the truth

Half of them are criminals and all of them tell lies
That’s the way they operate, that’s how their kind survives
They pray that we are blinded by the smoke they put us through
But they can’t stay invisible while running from the truth