Full White Moon Album Lyrics

As requested:

Full White Moon:

I will see you when the leaves turn brown
Lost inside a full white moon
Remember my eyes in their passing phase
We'll fall behind someday
Remember my eyes in their passing phase

Have you lost reason, has reason held you
Lost inside a full white moon
Remember my eyes in their passing phase
We'll fall behind someday
Remember my eyes in their passing phase

Watch the leaves turn brown
Child, as I lay you down
In the falling leaves
Child, won't you wait for me

My thoughts have strayed long apologized
Lost inside a full white moon
Do you hear me sing when I sing to you
Do you hear my words when I sing to you



We're Going to Hell

You just ease on out the door babe, I will ease into your mind
Entwined in every breathe you take like a grape is to a vine
My fingers paint the morning light stretched out before me on your skin
My breathe grows hot, your hair stands up, I lean back you take it in

Everybody wants to paint a picture
Everybody's got a story to tell
Everybody's on this road to nowhere
Sunday comes around, ain't no sermon to be found
I guess we're going to Hell

Well I can see your silhouette, outlined by the road
I'll keep my hands upon the wheel and I'll let the nigh unfold
Now you say I'm addicted, but addiction ain't my thing
I'll ease my seat back, ease your mind, and I'm sure that you'll agree

Everybody wants to paint a picture
Everybody's got a story to tell
Everybody's on this road to nowhere
Sunday comes around, ain't no sermon to be found
I guess we're going to Hell

I dreamt I came to you last night, your eyes lit in the gray
With all the senses I've maintained, child, how could I stay away

Everybody wants to paint a picture
Everybody's got a story to tell
Everybody's on this road to nowhere
Sunday comes around, ain't no sermon to be found
I guess we're going to Hell



East Side Window

I can feel it in my bones, the darkness moving in
Every time I turn around I hear you scream again

That east side window, that east side window's growing dim
That east side window, that east side window's dark again
Build a fire and keep away, pray to God that they don't stay

Hide your child and lock your doors, the night time's getting gray
Every moment that you withhold is a lifetime taken away

That east side window, that east side window's growing dim
That east side window, that east side window's dark again
Build a fire and keep away, pray to God that they don't stay

Please have mercy on me oh lord, save my tortured soul
I dare not scream for fear that they will toss me in a hole

That east side window, that east side window's growing dim
That east side window, that east side window's dark again
Build a fire and keep away, pray to God that they don't stay



Come Forth Be Born

Ages
Come forth be born
Come forth be born
Come forth be born
Rivers
Let them run dry
Let them run dry
Let them run dry

I'll turn around some day
When you've gone away
Our glory days are laid to rest
The fire burns, I face the western day

Forth and forth, and on and on
A different path, a different song to learn
And someday you will turn
From me and walk away
Come forth be born my son
What's said is said, what's done is done your shame
Will surely wash away
Lord, this is what I pray

Daylight
It burns away
It burns away
It burns away
Your love
It conquers me
It conquers me
It conquers me

I'll turn around some day
When you've gone away
Our glory days are laid to rest
The fire burns, I face the western day

Forth and forth, and on and on
A different path, a different song to learn
And someday you will turn
From me and walk away
Come forth be born my son
What's said is said, what's done is done your shame
Will surely wash away
Lord, this is what I pray



Like a Rose

I watched it rain for three goddamn nights, but not a drop in the day
I always felt that I should leave, but always wanted to stay
Well you snuck into my mind like a dream, into my mind like a dream
It's funny how the way things are are never how they seem

Well I saw you cross the way like a rose, cross the way like a rose
Child, you change the way a river flows, the way a river flows
Now you don't know what you've given to me, what you've given to me
You make a rich man beg, you bring a strong man straight to his knees
Straight to his knees

I walked along the river's calm to listen just in time
To hear the winds of change rolling in with the autumn's chime
Now a path runs through my heart, a season's time gives away
Child, don't say a word if there ain't nothing to say
Nothing to say

Well I saw you cross the way like a rose, cross the way like a rose
Child, you change the way a river flows, the way a river flows
Now you don't know what you've given to me, what you've given to me
You make a rich man beg, you bring a strong man straight to his knees
Straight to his knees

Silence is a scarlet moon in the evening sky
Silence is a whispered thought left out to hang and dry
Fire is the passion that would quench my soul
A demon on my perilous stage that I would overthrow

Well I saw you cross the way like a rose, cross the way like a rose
Child, you change the way a river flows, the way a river flows
Now you don't know what you've given to me, what you've given to me
You make a rich man beg, you bring a strong man straight to his knees
Straight to his knees



Hangman

Hangman don't wanna walk that line
So he'll rewrite the rules and they'll suit him fine
As for every one of you, well you better learn to behave
Hangman he don't care much for change
Got the inside scoop and a diamond ring
Got a brand new bus and a presidential wave

Don't you think it gets old praying for your rain
Say that things have changed, but they look just the same
Say we gotta bend, but we don't bend that way
Hangman, you're gonna hang yourself someday

Hangman can't afford a thing he's got
He's got a hand of playing cards, and his hand is hot
With and interest rate that will bring you to your knees
Hangman's got himself a new t.v.
Can't afford to pay the rent but the food is free
And he'll do just enough to keep his luxeries

Don't you think it gets old praying for your rain
Say that things have changed, but they look just the same
Say we gotta bend, but we don't bend that way
Hangman, you're gonna hang yourself someday

Hangman's driving an electric car
He's got his head held high like a movie star
But has no idea where electricity is made
Hangman wants us all to be the same
A one size fits all in a unique way
He's got everybody's problem, but just a few to blame

Don't you think it gets old praying for your rain
Say that things have changed, but they look just the same
Say we gotta bend, but we don't bend that way
Hangman, you're gonna hang yourself someday

Hangman fears what he does not know
He loves the pledge of allegiance and boarder patrol
He never knew who done it, but he swore that they would pay
Hangman's living the American dream
He's got a real bad feeling things ain't what they seem
But that's a feeling that he's gonna take right to his grave

Don't you think it gets old praying for your rain
Say the game has changed, but it's the game you made
Say the world will bend, and the world breaks away
Hangman you're gonna hang yourself some day



Broken Crown

The rubble's laying at my feet
Once again, I'm greeted by that sweet serenity
Oh, the good times, they'll come and go
This is one thing I've come to, I've come to know

I'm sitting in my ruined castle
And I'm wearing my broken crown
I don't remember the particular day
In which it all came down
Just the sound

A river's flowing through my mind

I'm hoping that it will wash your face away

Only the weak are left behind

There's no getting rid of me, no lord, I'm here to stay

I'm sitting in my ruined castle
And I'm wearing my broken crown
I don't remember the particular day
In which it all came down
Just the sound of silence



Queens Shall Cry

If I were younger I would climb that hill
If I were older I would be there still
Staring down, at this earth of dirt and steel
If I were stronger I would stand alone
If I were weaker I would turn and run
Looking for the place that I come from
Oblivious to the man that I've be come

It pulls at my heart
You know it calls my name
It tears a man apart
Just to feel this way
But if I grow tired
Oh child, won't you shake me awake

Beyond the mountains there lies blue and gold
Beyond the folklore and the days of old
Obvious, to the young and the unspoiled
Behind the curtain lies the smoke and mirrors
That had us fooled throughout all these years
Devious, and feeding off our fears
Courteous, of our sins, our prayers, our tears

It pulls at my heart
You know it calls my name
It tears a man apart
Just to feel this way
But if I grow tired
Oh child, won't you shake me awake

A child that dies of old age carries on

And to the sweetest voices he will run

Awaiting him, the mistress of the dawn

And so the legends become forged and told

Of men of valor and forgotten roads

Queens shall cry, and kings shall grow old

Love shall burn, and hearts shall grow cold

It pulls at my heart
You know it calls my name
It tears a man apart
Just to feel this way
But if I grow tired
Oh child, won't you shake me awake

The River

Don't go down to the river

Don't go down there my child I said

Don't go down to the river

Lord, my brother just drowned today

It happened down by the sandbar

It happened down by the ol river bank

It happened down by the sandbar

Lord, my brother just drowned today

Ice cold water

It just won't seem to leave me alone

Ice cold water

It just won't seem to leave me alone

I done told you once woman, you're better off staying at home

Jesus lord

The devil be on my trail

Jesus lord

The devil be on my trail

This night keeps on turnin, I'm forgetting bout my fear of hell

Muddy water

It's bound to just drag you down

Muddy water

It's bound to just drag you down

Well this river runs deep, and I reckon that he won't be found

Five Nights

An angel lays before me

With desperation in her eyes

Well she's put upon a pedestal

In which she's grown to despise

Her eyes have wandered from me

They've wandered once before

But the best things never come for free

So still I want her more

So child.....

An illusion of a paradise

I kept hoping it was real   

I'm a victim of my own device

A pain I never thought I'd have to feel

My shadow left me long ago

I've forgotten what it was all worth

But somehow I must surely know

To have it back I'd give anything on earth

So child

Child why won't you look at me

I said child

Child why won't you look at me

An undramatic ending, and unforgiving sky

I don't need no reason, trust me I'll be fine

But child

Child why won' you look at me

Hell, you got me round your finger, I don't know where to go

Easy on the details, I don't wanna know

But child

Child Why won't you look at me

Dirt Road

Give me a guitar, give me a dirt road

Give me a guitar, give me a dirt road

I got a lot on my mind that I wanna unload

So give me a guitar, give me a dirt road

I walked ten miles in the rain

I walked until I didn't feel no pain

I walked until I didn't feel a thing

I walked ten miles in the rain

Now that I look back

It wasn't all that bad

I remember all the good times

I should of had

I should of had

So give me a guitar, give me a dirt road

I don't want to wait til I'm gray and old

I don't care no more, let the story be told

Just give me a guitar, give me a dirt road

A Decade of Hits

      So, I found this draft from a couple years ago which I didn't publish for some reason, so I decided to publish it now. Mind you, it mentions the 10th year of Brutal Republic. This summer that I'm publishing it actually marks the 12th anniversary of the Republic.    




      Hey all. Jeremy here. Been a loooong time since I've gotten round to write on this, but I'm just in the mood to do so now.

      So I'd like to talk about the music business. Also of what being a successful musician means to me.

      This summer marked the 10th  anniversary of the Brutal Republic. I've gone through many phases of thought throughout my professional music career and learned a good deal of things. I hope and expect to learn more in the years to come, but I'd like to try my best to relay what I've learned to the young musicians  in this industry.(especially those who look to make a career out of it)


      First off, I consider myself to be a successful musician. I've "made it" so to speak. I make a living off of music alone, and I've done this since I was 18 years old. (10 years) I've accomplished this through hard work. Make no mistake about it, any musician you have ever enjoyed has worked his ass off to an extent that's  comparable to most any other profession. If you took two years of school to prepare for a degree to land  a job, remember I took two years on top of school every day with a guitar in my hands to land my job, and have been hitting the books since.
      I should fill you in on the fruits of my success; I'm broke. As I write this, I have $10 to my name. That will be gone come tomorrow as it will go into my gas tank to get me to work so I can teach guitar. Our culture allows those in poverty to still live in luxury, as I do. My bills are paid for the month and food is on the table. I've never lacked a necessity, and have never regretted my career choice.
     If you're a young up and comer in the music business, there may be some illusions to your idea of making it in this business. There are huge names in this business that have done very well for themselves. Elton John is filthy rich, so is Dee Snider. There are some huge names that are usually broke. Willy Nelson and Neil Young come to mind. The business of fame is a gamble, and the chance of getting to that casino is next to none. You may be the best player in the country, and your chances are no better. Right now the most talked about musician in the country is Miley Cyrus. For this reason, it's apparent to most musicians that talent takes a back seat to a great number of things. If you want fame, your best bet is to go on one of those get famous quick shows. (American Idol, America's Got Talent, etc.) If you make it far enough you'll get your record contract. It probably won't be a good one, but you'll get it. If that's your path to fame, you'll still have a lot of work to do to earn the respect of your peers. It's kind of like winning the lottery and then thinking you'll rub shoulders with Bill Gates. He doesn't give a shit about your  fortune, he's been earning his for a long time. The most legitimate goal of a musician is to put out the best work that you can, and if you can live comfortably doing it, it's all the better.
      There can be a lot of ugliness in this business. Shady businessmen, broken promises, broken comraderies and broken gear. There are times when you can't get everyone on the same page. Times when you can't get a gig. Times when you can't write a song, or write what you want to say in a coherent form. I've had the privilege to poor my heart out to thousands of people, to empty bars, to bars packed with drunks who aren't listening to a note I'm playing. I've had the privilege to share the stage with legends, unknowns, humble workhorses and prideful hacks. Some people have ripped me off, but even more have been far too good to me. So here's my quick black and white beginners guide to what I've learned from these experiences:
   
      1. Observe your elders. Without mine I wouldn't be half the musician I am today. If there aren't any offering to throw you a bone, seek them out. Volunteer to carry amps or wrap cables. At the very least attend shows when you can, but most of all observe.
   
      2. Check your ego at the door. Headlining doesn't mean your the better band. It means you theoretically have the better pull. If another band does, be honored to open for them. Take the stage and aim to bring the house down. Hope and expect the other band to do so as well. We're all in this together.
   
      3. Never cease the effort to improve and expand your craft. Even the best can be better. You and I are certainly no exception. Add to your material. If you can only muster up a 45 minute to an hour set, consider yourself an opening act regardless of your pull. We were an opening act for 2 years. In that span, we learned how to headline when the time came.
   
      4. Know your worth. If you think you're worth nothing, play for nothing. Otherwise, figure out your worth and stick to it and make it grow. If you play for less than your worth, you undercut the rest of your fellow musicians. You may not intend to do this, but as whole undercutting hurts the music industry. This is how cities such as Des Moines get to the point where venues aren't willing to pay your band because they can pick up any other band in the city for next to nothing.
   
      5. Answer devotion with loyalty. If someone goes out on a limb for you, vouches for you, aligns themselves to you, they have little reason to do so in this business unless they believe in what you're doing. There's little that can serve as such a compliment to your work. Understand your debt to those that give you your success in this business, no matter how great or small that success is.
   
       With those points made, I look forward to 10 more years of the Republic. Through all the struggles it has persevered, and throughout, I immensely appreciate the friends and family we've made along the way. Know that we'll never present ourselves as anything other than what we are to any of you. We'll always raise a glass with you, and we'll never dilute what the Republic has become or grows to be. For this is the closest thing to religion that I know.


Cheers,
-J

   
   

   

Pride, Loss and Illusion

Come now
For when does thou bristle
Whence a moment of a winds change?
A warm breath gasps submission
Says the commissioner:
"Take what's mine, just leave me to my illusion.
For what a fearful sight am I
Clad in my splendor, doubt and downfall."

Something Old and Something New

Been missing out on the chances to get in here and write. But here we are on a crisp December day, and the time is perfect.
So we've gotten to some new ground over the past couple weeks, as well revisited some old stomping grounds. We've made lots of great new friends, and lost one that was very dear to us.
I'll address that first. Mr. Paul Reisner, a fellow bandmate of mine from Cheap Drinks, and a brother to myself and the Republic, regrettably left us last week. He was a class A gentleman, a friend that would stand by you no matter what, and a hell of a drummer who left himself one hell of a legacy as I imagine he will end up in the Iowa Rock and Roll Hall of Fame for his work. He will be missed greatly.
Now, we have to give a big thanks to Jennifer Taylor for bringing us for the first time, to Cedar Rapids. We were given the honorable chance to take the stage at the legendary Big Dog's. Great bands have taken that stage before us, and it seems that nothing has changed. Every band there kicked ass. Plain and simple.
Now on top of that, we revisited the House of Bricks in Des Moines for the first time in four years. It was great to be back, and we're gonna revisit again real soon.
Now, as to our new friends, we were fortunate enough to grace the stage at Big Dog's with Royal Bliss, The Isaac James Band, Violent Impact, Cur, and Armored Angel.
In Des Moines we hooked up with our pals from Half Past Dawn, and got to meet for the first time, In Troubled Times. A great Des Moines power trio. And we like them trios.
Follow the links below to check out these crazy bastards, and keep your eye out for them in your area.
We are inching closer to our EP. So close I can taste it. Hold tight.


-J
http://www.reverbnation.com/brutalrepublic



 http://www.reverbnation.com/royalbliss
http://www.reverbnation.com/isaacjames
http://www.reverbnation.com/violentintent
http://www.reverbnation.com/introubledtimes
http://www.reverbnation.com/halfpastdawn

Slowly......

but surely we are getting our EP polished up. Just to make nice with all of you that have actually been waiting for it, we're giving it away for free. So this last Saturday we got some sick bass parts laid down. As well as some banjo licks. That's right. Banjo licks. Either way, we are getting very close, so hold tight.



http://www.reverbnation.com/#!/brutalrepublic

http://www.reverbnation.com/#!/brutalrepublic

http://www.reverbnation.com/#!/brutalrepublic

Rock Night

It's been a while, so I thought I'd get on here and yap at ya. We had a great time last weekend at the Afterlife in Algona, IA. If you haven't been there yet, put it on your list of things to do. They've done a beautiful job with that place and they're bringing in some kickin acts.
The night opened up with Spenser Rahm. This cat is a phenomenal singer from the Algona area, keep your eyes out for any more bills that he's on. You won't want to miss it.
Also we got to share the stage with Cataclysmic Concoction. Great hard rock band out of Alden, IA. You can check them out here: http://www.reverbnation.com/cataclysmicconcoction.
In the meantime, we're still hitting the studio when we can. Inching ever closer to getting our EP out. Hold tight, a half ass stumble toward genius doesn't happen over night!

-J

P.S. Here's some more ear candy.
http://www.reverbnation.com/rumbleseatriot
http://www.reverbnation.com/halfpastdawn

What happened? I blacked out.

Took a break from the ole keyboard, but here I am back at it again. We've been hitting some rehearsal time in the last couple weeks, and hopefully we'll be getting back into the studio here real soon to finally pump out our EP. In the meantime, check out our reverbnation.com site and browse our video section. getting some new ones up tonight.



~J