Turn Your Picture To The Wall

by Ray Rodgers

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RAY RODGERS - Turn Your Picture To The Wall

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"While choosing the songs for this album, I wanted to give examples of my writing which would go back, as far as possible, through the history of that effort. The Oldest song (“Her Form”) dates back 35 years or so. I also gave Sean some voting rights, asking him which he would like to play on. With those two criteria, and Fate’s ever present upper hand, we are left with the selection presented here.

I can hardly believe my good fortune in having the help of Sean Al-Jibouri, Mark Kuykendall, and Lindsey Neal Kuykendall. They are three of the most talented and creative people I have come across in my life experience. I encourage you to follow their links, and learn more about them. What you hear in these recordings has as much or more to do with their talents as mine. The words...that’s me."
Ray Rodgers

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released July 1, 2015

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Ray Rodgers: Guitar, Vocals & Keys
Sean Al-Jibouri: Guitar, Bass & Vocals www.cdbaby.com/cd/seanaljibouri
Mark Kuykendall: Various Percussion & Keys
Lindsey Neal Kuykendall: Violins
Cover Photo: Mark Kuykendall
Original Songwriting & Performance: Ray Rodgers (Ascap)

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Music Producer: Mark Kuykendall (www.TheNewHoneyShade.com)
Publisher: Snakedoctor Publications, Ascap
Sound Engineer: Mark Kuykendall, Recording, Mixing, & Mastering. (UnknownToneStudio.com) Tulsa, OK

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American born singer/songwriter from Tulsa, OK. In this collection Ray performs his poetic folk ballads, with accompaniment by guitarist Sean Al-Jibouri, weaving together a series of passionate musings on love, heartache and the struggles of modern existence. ... more

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Track Name: I Don't Want To Tell This Story
I Don’t Want To Tell This Story
Ray Rodgers

I don’t want to tell this story,
as sordid as it is.
I’d have to hurt and suffer,
just to push it from my lips.
My lips!
Clench my gut.
Clench my fists.
I don’t want to feel like this.

Surely there is someone else,
who could take this story on,
write it down, learn it well,
and sing it as their song.
Their song!
And, sing it to the babies.
Sing it to the throngs.
Sing it loud, and clear. and true,
so I don’t have to sing along.

This story breaks my heart,
every time I breathe,
every time I look up,
and find it did not leave.

I don’t want to tell this story,
this noisome little tale.
It’s enough to break the hearts of men,
and make the mommas wail.
Mommas wail!
Tear away their hopes.
Tear away their dreams.
Tear away the promise that
they never have to feel like me.

But, I guess there’s really no one else
who could tell this story well.
I guess I’ll have to do it.
I’ll have to write my way through hell.
Through Hell!
And then, sing it to the babies.
Sing it to the throngs.
Sing it loud, and clear, and true,
so they don’t have to sing along.

This story breaks my heart,
every time I bleed,
every time I wash up,
but still find it on my sleeve.
Track Name: Pretty As You Please
PRETTY AS YOU PLEASE
by Ray Rodgers

She was driving down my street one day,
just as pretty as you please.
Her eyes were shaded softly
though the sun was on her cheek.
She rolled up to my corner.
She slowed down to a stop.
I think I watched her change her mind
as she glanced across my yard.

My world was shaking.
It shook me to my knees.
My world was shaking
just as pretty as you please.

She rolled into the corner.
She rolled into the sun.
She rolled into a brand new world
where I was the lucky one.
The wind was blowing through her hair.
It fell across her chin.
I know you're not supposed to stare
but that's just what I did.

My world was shaking.
It shook me to my knees.
My world was shaking
just as pretty as you please.

Her tail lights called out to me
said “you better run.”
You're going to miss out on all that pleasure.
You're going to miss out on all that fun.
They rolled, and rolled and rolled and rolled
and rolled so far away.
I think they rolled right up to heaven.
Now, they wait outside the gate.

My world was shaking.
It shook me to my knees.
My world was shaking
just as pretty as you please
Track Name: Monday
MONDAY
by Ray Rodgers
I've got Monday torn and discarded
and dropped outside the door.
There's just this trail of loose debris
that's been drug across the floor.

I can't be holding on to loves inventions.
I can't be holding on to methods of this lie.
I've got Monday torn and discarded.

There's nothing you might want here.
There's nothing you might need.
It's all been burned or thrown away.
You may as well just leave.

I’ve got Monday bound and gathered
with tape and string and glue.
There's just these crumbs that still lie around.
Soon, I’ll have to sweep those too.

I can’t be holding on to lost expectations.
I can’t be holding on to fruitless bits of rind.
I’ve got Monday bound and gathered
and almost out of mind.

I’ve got Monday boxed and ready
and dropped out by the curb.
There's nothing special been set aside
from all that bump and skin and word.

I can’t be holding on to lost intentions.
I can’t be making room for no one out of line.
I’ve got Monday boxed and ready.

There's nothing you might want here.
There's nothing you might need.
It's all been burned or thrown away.
You may as well just leave.
Track Name: Look For Me
LOOK FOR ME
by Ray Rodgers

I still have most of your papers,
the ones with the words that you sang.
I’ve packed them away, in a box, on a shelf,
in the hope they'd be needed some day.
So, when your solitude wavers,
there's a cry in your heart,
and you need something to say,
look for me, in your shadow.
Look for me, at the telling of tales.
Look for me in the cries, of another man’s eyes,
as I sing, and I holler, and I wail.

I tried to learn some of your favorites.
I sing them for friends, and for pay.
I hold them in trust, to preserve, to protect,
to insure that the treasure is saved.
But when you tire of avoiding
your purpose, your heart,
I can give you something to say.
Who are you to ignore other pains?
Who are you to deny other needs?
Who are you to decide
What we show, what we hide, what we kill
and what we must feed.

I still have some of your papers,
the ones that you missed in your rage.
I keep them away from your hands,
from your fires, from your crimes
and the dangers you crave.
But, when your memory wavers,
on the tip of your tongue,
I will give you something to say.
Look for me in your shadow.
Look for me at the end of this tale.
Look for me on the page,
as I thumb through your rage,
as I sing, I holler and wail.
Track Name: The Message
THE MESSAGE
by Ray Rodgers

I erased the message from the phone.
I turned your picture to the wall.
I buried poems under stone.
I couldn’t read them after all.
I turn the stereo up loud.
I read myself to sleep.
I tell myself I’ll live somehow
if I can just stay on my feet.
Push the truth away,
and just stay on my feet.

Keep the voices to a roar.
Push the memories aside.
Plant my feet back on the floor.
Keep the passion down inside.
I throw myself into my work.
I drive down busy streets.
I distract myself in other worlds
but they don’t spin beneath my feet.
Lacking truth,
they will not spin beneath my feet.

I hold the trophy for a while,
then lay it with your words in stone.
I take the picture of your smile
and lay it with the other bones.
I turn the stereo up loud.
I read myself to sleep.
I tell myself I’ll live somehow
if I can just stay on my feet.
Push the truth away,
and just stay on my feet.

I erased the message from the phone,
after I had listened through the day.
I compared the fashion with the tone,
but what it said I still can’t say.
I play the stereo too loud.
I drown myself in sleep.
I tell myself be careful now
as I stumble from my feet.
I face the truth
and I stumble from my feet.
Track Name: Her Form
Her Form
by Ray Rodgers

Her form was just like putty,
as she slipped from hand to hand.
She would embody all their needs,
and then become what they demanded.
I watched her change all along the way,
as she tried to fit the plan.
While she was capturing in detail,
the movement of each,
the pressure of each,
the pleasure of each hand.

We all loved to touch her,
to stimulate and to inspire,
to take and shape and mold her,
and then drag her into fire.
Like god himself I played my part,
to fulfill my own desires.
While capturing in detail,
the dreams I held to,
the beliefs I fell to,
and the truths of inborn liar.

I remember once she met a hoodlum.
She became a thing to steal,
As something to wrap around his finger,
she would prove his power real.
I watched her change into nothing then.
It was so much easier to conceal.
While capturing in detail,
a life that could not,
a life that would not,
a life that should not feel.

Then one by one we all left her,
an object out of style.
She was free to chip away the crust,
and loose the raging child.
Like holy wars too long restrained,
becoming turbulent and wild,
she was capturing in detail,
a life to hold to,
beliefs to mold to,
and the truths to leave the child.
Track Name: Blowin' On My Whistle
Blowin’ on my whistle
Ray Rodgers

I’m tired of all this posturing.
I’m tired of all this bitchin’.
I’m tired of all the bad cooks
that will not leave the kitchen.
I’m tired of all the fussin’,
all the fussin’ and the fightin’.
Too much to burn.
Too many people strikin’.
I’m tired of wakin’ up
into another bad memory.

I’m tired of all this pushin’,
all the pushin’ and the shovin'.
I’m tired of all this hatred.
We all should just be lovin’.
I’m tired of the shameless
bein’ in charge of the greed.
I’m tired of the selfish,
when there’s so much need.
I’m tired of waking up
into another bad memory.

I guess I better build myself a bunker.
Go and buy myself a pistol.
I better wrap up all in armor
and start blowin’ on my whistle.

I’m tired of this back stabbin’,
the pinchin’ and the pokin’.
It’s all getting serious,
though everyone’s still jokin’.
It just makes it hard to know
what a boy ought to do,
when too many carnivores
are escaping from the zoo.
They run right straight out
into another bad memory.

I guess I better build myself a bunker
Go and buy myself a pistol.
I better wrap up all in armor
and start blowin’ on my whistle.
Track Name: Chocolate
CHOCOLATE
by Ray Rodgers

Why is this still chocolate?
Why does it still tempt me?
Why I still would want this,
After all these years
I just can't see,
why I would still go hungry,
waiting for something
special in my feed.

Why must I adore this?
Why can't I just ignore it?
Why can't I find my salvation
in a simple substitute,
something to distract me,
a wall between the passion
and the fruit?

When's this ever going to be enough?
When's the waitress going to ease her clutch?
When I walk away,
when I close my eyes,
she always calls my bluff.

Why does this still please me?
Why does my need still seize me?
Why would I scorch my senses
in another frenzy of desire...
for something to engulf me
and leave me begging helpless
at the fire?

Why is this still chocolate?
Why's it still so moist?
Why's it seem I get to choose,
when I’ve really got no choice?
I will always sit here waiting,
for another little morsel
in which to rejoice.

When's this ever going to be too much?
When's the waitress going to ease her clutch?
When I walk away,
when I close my eyes,
She always calls my bluff.

Order up!
Track Name: On My Own
ON MY OWN
Lyrics by Ray Rodgers
Music by Ray Rodgers and Sean Al-Jibouri

It's hard to find a hero
when you think everyone's to blame,
that we all stood up and together,
drug the passion through the shame.
I’ve got no one to guide me.
I’ve got nobody to explain.
I’m on my own.

I wake up in the morning.
I build a lie around the truth.
I lock up all my doors.
I climb up on the roof.
I set my death beside me.
We discuss what I should do.
I build a fire between my lips,
in worship of my muse.

I’ve got myself no Jesus.
I've got no Buddha too.
I've got no love for Allah,
all that life he's going through.
I’ve got no one to save me.
I’ve got no deity to blame.
I’m on my own.

I have no faith in leaders.
I have no faith in breathing too.
I have no faith the earth will last,
until the day I’m through.
I have no faith in futures.
I have no faith in faith as well.
I’m on my own.

I wake up in the morning.
I build a lie around the truth.
I lock up all my doors.
I climb up on the roof.
I set my death beside me.
We discuss what I should do.
I build a fire between my lips,
in worship of my muse.
Track Name: Doomed
DOOMED
Lyrics by Ray Rodgers
Music by Sean Al-Jibouri

I watch CNN daily,
as I duck and I cringe,
as the bullets are flying,
as they tear and they singe.

I walk in the streets,
with blood on my hands.
I guess I’m just doomed
to be sorry, and sad.

For most of my life now,
I’ve watched terror unfold.
I watched as my friends
grew more vengeful and bold.

I walk in the streets,
where my freedoms are sold.
I guess I’m just doomed,
to be standing alone.

I watch as you stumble,
and I accept all the blame.
I watch as you're hurting
and I must feel the same.

I walk in the streets,
where the victims are chained.
I guess I’m just doomed,
to be dying ashamed.

I watch out my window.
I grow worried and tense.
I drink whiskey and ponder,
but still it never makes sense.

I walk in the streets,
where the victims are trained.
I guess I’m just doomed,
to think it all could be changed.

I wince at your hunger,
as I take my next bite.
I run away from your horror,
as it becomes my own fright.

I walk in the streets,
with blood on my hands.
I guess I’m just doomed,
to be sorry and sad.
Track Name: Just The Way It Goes
THAT'S JUST THE WAY IT GOES
by Ray Rodgers

Wake up, get up, get outside.
The weather’s rough,
but we can't hide.
It's just the way
we drag our hides,
through rain and wind and snow.
So,
Hey, hi, ho, hum.
That's just the way it goes some.
Hey, hi, ho, hum.
That's just the way it goes.

It's stand and cook,
or stand in line.
The hunger’s yours.
The hunger’s mine.
It's just the way we feed the time.
It's just the way we chose.
So,
Hey, hi, ho, hum.
That's just the way it goes some.
Hey, hi, ho, hum.
That's just the way it goes.

It's heads up, get up, get inside.
The storm’s coming. run and hide.
It's just another rising tide,
and just the way she blows.
So,
Hey, hi, ho, hum.
That's just the way it goes some.
Hey, hi, ho, hum.
That's just the way it goes.

It's fall in love and fall apart,
wrench your soul, and break your heart.
but, the danger’s there right from the start,
and still we choose to go.
So,
Hey, hi, ho, hum.
That's just the way it goes some.
Hey, hi, ho, hum.
That's just the way it goes.

It's wake up, get up, get out, put out.
Find some place to show.
It's just another day
and with another day to go.
So,
Hey, hi, ho, hum.
That's just the way it goes some.
Hey, hi, ho, hum.
That's just the way it goes.