Let It Rain

by Robert C. Fullerton

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released May 30, 2016

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Track Name: Back Again
It's unending
I think that changes must be pending
Even though they are upending
The bedrock of my life.

It's unending
These mixed up signals you keep sending
Their frequencies are rending
And driving in the knife.

I get to the end to find that there's still more,
It's just a loop that runs right through my door
And brings me back again.

I tried turning pages
But the stream of nonsense, it still rages
Seems I'm locked in my own cages
Even though I hold the key.

I keep seeing places I know I've seen before
'Cause its just a loop that runs right through my door
And brings me back again.

No matter how things change, they still remain the same
I feel like a pawn caught up in a mad man's game
That brings me back again.
Track Name: Anastasia's Lament
The incandesence of her heart was waning,
The light she hoped would always burn so bright.
But the drama lingered on; the damage had been done.
Her hope took flight.

Her love, she planted, like a seed beneath the soil.
With constant care, giving nurture, night and day.
But the walls tumbled down; the song no longer made a sound.
Fade into grey.

The Pinnacle of Pandemonium, the precipice on which she stood
Hoping the moonset would send the sunshine, over the emerald ocean,
bringing...

Love back from the scattered ashes,
Hoping mortality gives way.
She'd settle for no less; this pain she would redress,
Come light of day.

The Pinnacle of Pandemonium, the precipice on which she stood
Hoping the moonset would send the sunshine, over the emerald ocean,
bringing...
Love back .from the scattered ashes...
Track Name: Shoestring
Just for dollars in my pocket
And I'm wondering how far
It will take me from this place
If I hop inside my car.

I keep pulling up my bootstraps, they somehow hide.
Living on a shoestring, that's about to come untied.

Suppose my mirror is enchanted
And all the things I see
Aren't even close to what they are,
Just what I wish they'd be?

I keep pulling up my bootstraps, they somehow hide.
Living on a shoestring, that's about to come untied.

Maybe if I knuckle down and buckle down,
I could move into a sweeter part of town.
Lay down my plans and dreams, give up my schemes,
Maybe I could get ahead...

Well, I'm down to just two quarters,
Three nickels, and a dime.
If a genie ever came my way,
With my luck, he'd charge me for his time.

I keep pulling up my bootstraps, they somehow hide.
Living on a shoestring, that's about to come untied.
Track Name: Ed McMahon
Ed McMahon, won't you please knock on my door?
I need some money badly; could you get it here by four?
My bank account is overdrawn; my bills are overdue.
So, Mr. Ed McMahon, I'd really like you to come through...
for me.

The Vikings showed up on my lawn, and said, "It's time to pay."
But I used up my last card, to pay the others yesterday.
I told them they could take my car; they laughed, said, "That won't do."
So listen, Ed McMahon, I really hope you will come through...
for me.

I buy me several tickets. I buy them every day.
Take a shiny penny and I scratch off all the grey.
If I win five dollars, I go and buy five more,
"Cause I'm waiting for your envelope to show up at my door.
Yeah...

So tell me, Ed McMahon, why you've not knocked on my door,
And why I don't see you and Johnny on my TV anymore...
But I still sit here waiting; guess I still believe in you.
So hurry, Ed McMahon, I really need you to come through...
for me.
Track Name: Resltess
You knock on her door.
Say, "Let me come in...
I'm in need of your company now."

She hears you.
She sees you.
But she'll only tease you.

Let you stand at her door...
Only this and nothing more.


She'll open the door.
Yeah, you've been there before.
You know the sweet bliss you would find...

But in her wiles,
She smiles.
She cruelly beguiles...

Though you stand at her door,
Not one foot will touch her floor.

Yeah, Sleep can be so unkind.