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Escaping The Madhouse

by Stan Simon

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1.
Poor John 03:42
POOR JOHN Goodbye, Poor John, You died on your front lawn In your chair As gun smoke filled the air. Your hair was slicked back You had glasses with the lenses cracked When your brain moaned You’d call me drunk in the rain at a payphone. Oh, poor John. You lived in old films You shot your gun bleeding in black and white spill. Its such a shame How the world never knew your name. To my old friend I’ll see you once again. And one day, John, They’ll make a film about a drunk and his front lawn. Oh, poor John.
2.
A CHANGING SEASON I’ve become a run-down hotel full of nightmares With abandoned walls And rooms full of fear, Of losing you in the purple, woven night. I’m a worried man who has never felt so cold But there is a warmth, When I stay with you, Watching every year pass like a mark upon our skin. Against the wall I crumble to the floor And listen to the rain As it soaks every sound. In this crooked place my thoughts are with you. And there is a frightening Picture of a man With eyes sharp like knives That tears through the halls, As my heart pounds the floor And shakes with the walls. I’ve become a run-down hotel full of nightmares But you tell me That I am a changing season And there is a light under this darkness.
3.
BLOOD HORIZON There are red skies over the trees As your hair sways in the breeze Of a blood horizon. Of flowers and their fields Oh love, you are revealed You are a reflecting river looming Like roses you are blooming In a blood horizon. From the grass up to your lips How strange beauty is. The sun doesn’t show What the night understands Now I am on my own A shadow in this land. And I am the eclipse of your love. Your eyes wide like a great valley Blue, like a rivers mystery Broken in the blood horizon. And the rain falls on your brow, Falling then as it does now. You are a portrait lightly painted A canvas I’ve created Sitting in the blood horizon. Though I feel this in my bones For a love that is not known.
4.
MY DRUNK HEART I loved you like a drink As we danced in the sunset As you swayed, you left The taste of your sweat. My drunk heart laughs in its cage, As the madhouse curse the day. My drunk heart lives on luck, drowning in whiskey. My drunk heart is wrapped in chains, never to be free. Your damaged silhouette Fading, in the moonlight. And I have drank your world In the street tonight. My drunk heart laughs in its cage, As the madhouse curse the day.
5.
HE SCREAMED A MAN INTO ME When I was young He beat me tough Hanging to his shirt With lessons I already learnt And he screamed a man into me. Our house was dark My eyes in my mouth Watching the old nocturne Blowing out the lantern. And he screamed a man into me. The day crept down When he stole my guitar Crashing through chairs Up and down the hall. And he screamed a man into me. Scars on his skull Wide blue eyes His outline would loom In the dining room. And I still love him.
6.
Into Nowhere 03:30
INTO NOWHERE Down the railroad I will go, Leaving at midnight to a place I don’t know. Around the bend forms a cloud of steam Wheels spin and whistles scream. I jumped on the speeding train. That night I slept on a pile of chains And dreamed of your face across A distorted landscape, every mile that I crossed. Oh, I hear the crows as black as the night Escaping with me by the faint moonlight Where I’m going, oh, its little I care On a train that’s bound into nowhere. Its many miles from the nearest town. Its many miles and there’s cabins broken down. The fields are barren, the wind is blowing A train is best when you don’t know where its going.
7.
Surrendered 04:10
SURRENDERED Wind through the trees I have confessed Life is but the howls I hear from the cold wilderness Drawing down the breeze Where ships collide the seas. Become this land Restless traveller Life is but the driest desert thirsting for water Sifting in the sands Bow to trembling hands I miss you, breathing in the moon You've got me covered in a midnight blue Time sleeps on and all sense is gone The wind is whistling like a broken song Which leaves me as I am Surrendered. Drown in your eyes To the bottom of the sea Life is but a crashing wave that tests your sanity Through this I arise With flames upon the skies.
8.
Hangman 03:54
HANGMAN I’ve held onto something all of my life A lead pencil and an old cracked guitar. I’m trapped in the hours of dread and desire As boots pound the floor dragging the wire. Hangman, please lift my veil So I can see the dead sky And feel the hands of time Slip across my face. The world is a jester, a dancing show That bears down your mind in the heart of your soul. To glance at this tree that I used to climb. No longer a kid, no longer the time.
9.
ESCAPING THE MADHOUSE In the gloom, escaping the madhouse from my room, I melt in sound and drown in dreams Of crashing waves in bright moonbeams. I drift along the endless night To find my own way. Distant are the voices that have fled, escaping the madhouse in my head. Between the bars the locks are broken I take the shackles of the world And throw them to the ocean. To go my own way And listen to the clarinet play.
10.
THE FIRING LINE If you have to guess and worry about success Fortune is rolling the dice What happens will be right. If you love it you must try Don’t stop until you die. For you’re a man with nothing to lose A man within a muse. Pick your next card There is luck for the scarred But don’t be terrified by the odds that you’ll face you’ll have the adventure of the age. It could mean desertion It would mean isolation Your dreams are the truest prize You’ll laugh straight in their eyes. And if you have the chance to feel life through this glance. You’ll ride it straight to the top While the heavens begin to drop. You catch your breath And stare straight through death And they will fire away all their words of verbal waste You’ll win, no matter what they say. Go and don’t look back Or else they’ll smell you on your track. And you’d be haunted by the very dreams you once chased the world would seem a scary place.

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The debut album by Stan Simon & The Hotel Bible
2013

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released July 22, 2013

All songs written and performed by Stan Simon
Mixed and Mastered by Dennis Patterson at Big Smoke Audio

ALBUM CREDITS:
Stan Simon - Vocals, Guitar, Harmonica
Drew Jurecks - Clarinet, Violin
Ben Reinhartz - Drums (Track 4, 6, 7)
Roger Travassos - Drums (Track 1)
Matt Roberts - Upright Bass
Craig Saltz - Electric Bass (Track 6)
Mark McIntyre - Electric Bass (Track 1)

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Stan Simon Toronto, Ontario

Stan Simon began writing songs at an early age in Toronto, with poignant melodies on a broken guitar from his father. He delivers earnest lyrics, sung with vocal prowess, sharp harmonica and a rustic acoustic sound that resonates through your body. His upcoming album, “Songs from Strange Places” contains classic storytelling and songwriting reminiscent of the great poets and balladeers before him. ... more

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