Smile, It's Not That Bad.

by Leftmore

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Leftmore's 5th full-length album.
All songs written by Joe Ziegler. Copyright 2013.

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released August 16, 2013

Recorded at Lostwood 2.0 Studios in Lancaster, CA with Robby Coleman.
Mastered at 1620 Studios in Colorado Springs, CO by JD Feighner.
Robb McGregor: Guitars and Percussion
Robby Coleman: Percussion
Joe Ziegler: Vocals, Guitars, Bass, Piano, Percussion.

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Leftmore Broomfield, Colorado

Leftmore is an independent, touring solo acoustic rock act from Colorado. Started in 2005 with a best friend, Joe has been solo since late in 2009. One part story-teller, one part emotive melody, and at least one part human.

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Track Name: Just Rain
I used to count my blessings like water drops;
they fell into my cup but I never had enough.
The Sun could be blinding but I couldn't see.
I had my head in the clouds and my eyes on my feet.

I used to look up at that Sky to see what it had for me...
just rain.

I used to keep my love on a paper bag.
Well, the rain would get it wet, so I'd never get it back.
So, then I got smart with a hard-bound book.
There's a key to get in that the pages can't unlock.

I used to look up at that Sky to see what it'd write for me...
just rain.

I used to have a problem with algebra.
My nights, I'd get down 'cuz my days weren't adding up.
The teacher would be right, I just wouldn't agree.
I would swear by my conviction, but I'd curse my biology.

I used to look up at that Sky like it was testing me...
just rain.

But the rain, it fills my cup
and it sweeps the garbage up
and keeps us floating on.
The rain gave birth to trees
which gave birth to all these leaves
that I've been writing.
Well, the rain may blur your path,
it was never perfect math,
you just keep adding on.
And, if you can look up at that Sky
past all the beauty in your eyes,
just let it rain.
Track Name: Big Country
Soft water or hard rock like metal,
caballero kids dressed like the Pistols.
Right-hand filled skies stretched like an anthem,
a generation late looks to lose the system.

Hot water or cold beer like Dave sang
burn my hands and throat just like bee stings.
Gas station meccas like oases,
a set of head-lit highway eyes blinking indefinitely.

Well, the states of the Union are the State of The Union
and the states of the Union are strong.
And all these kids in their states,
they're all singing the same song;
so, be strong, find your voice, and sing along.

Bad water or good dreams like lighting
fit my no-noose neck just like a canteen
dripping dry from loose lips like parties,
making little splashes all across the big country.

Clean water or dirty kids like road trips
spread out like maps crushed by fight-fists
then crash in like white waves on West Coasts,
meeting in the middle just like post-war politicos.

Well, the states of the Union are the State of The Union
and the states of the Union are strong.
And all these kids in their states,
they're all singing the same song;
so, be strong, find your voice, and sing along.
Track Name: Work Hard
My glazed eyes have me seeing things,
a pixellated truth formed from digital drinks and I,
I worry 'bout the future!
So, shut the blinds dear and hope for a cure.
A country ill-equipped for the work we endure with no pride,
we're just a nation full of lions.

We work hard and give our paychecks to the bar.
We work hard until we punch out at last call.
We want heart, but we celebrate the heartless.
We want love, but we'll settle for second-best.

My grandpa worked his hands to the bone,
kept quiet all his pain, found his own way to Cope, but I,
I just can't quite shake my shadow!
Then there's my father, the wisest of men.
He learned from all the life that his life made him live.
He said, "Son, the answer is the question."

So, work hard. Keep your head down and your eyes open.
Yeah, work hard to see the beauty when it's been stolen.
You want art so carry, oh carry your own damned pen.
You want love, don't you settle until you're dead.
(The dust will settle, don't you settle until you're dead.)
(You want love, don't settle for second-best.)
(The dust will settle, don't you settle until you're dead.)
Track Name: Yer Name
Yer blonde hair
rolled by
with a friend
and a bottle of wine.
And yer skin
was pale
under the white
bar lights.

And I don't know,
know your name,
but I hope you'll try,
cuz I'd like to try.
Yes, I'd like to try.

So bring
yer red lips
toward my
tanned skin.
Contrast bright
as your green eyes
stop like a light
and adjust to mine.

I don't know
if you're right,
but I'd like to try
if you'd like to try;
so, I hope you'll try.
Track Name: The Anarchist's Love Song
Lonely I'd fallen into a forest of trees
cold, scared, and naked with a head full of bees.
And lovely you came in through a western clearing
free as a warm wind with a head of honey.
And I knew I hadn't made you from my ribs or my dreams
with not a thread on your back and just the sun on your knees.
God damn, you were perfect.
God damn what he'd do.

Inventing a language I thought you might read,
I brought my body closer to your body heat.
Man may have made fire, but woman taught it to breathe.
I may have thrown the sparks, but you were the leaves!
And we burned it all down and taught the stars how to write
a world warm and open with no fear of our skies.
We created what we wanted, made love and made life.
God knew it was true, he stayed so silent at night.
God damn, you were perfect.
God damn what he'd do.

Later getting angry in a fit of jealousy,
he packaged his wrath in his insecurity.
And he made us in his image, gave us doubt and deceit.
Said, "If you wanted Hell, well, you're comin' with me."
See I only made you 'cuz I was lonely,
but you can't love each other, you're supposed to love me!
God damn, you were perfect.
God damn what I do.
God damn, you were perfect.
God damn, what he'd do.
Track Name: Pyrite/A Miner
Dust reaches every corner of my mind
like the rust that teaches how we all fade in time.
Spent my life by this river, well, it's cold but it shines.
On the coldest of nights by the light, I still see your eyes.

If there's any shine left in my life's pan,
it shines from the heart of a poor mining man.
Track Name: Caveat Cultor
Oh, the apple of his eye, it grew so centered and so sweet,
and now he's preaching like a blind man, "I CAN SEE, OH, I CAN SEE!"
while all the color drains through his body through his feet
like the fire in the Earth is out 'cuz the ocean sprung a leak.

Now, he tells her what she wants to hear, gives her everything she needs,
so she's talking like a beggar and pulling on his sleeve.
She aches for his touch. Now he's the needle to her heat,
but she won't get her sickness off while she's sleeping in the streets.

So, be careful what your eyes grow and beware of what you see.
The ripples on the water aren't the same things underneath.
So, be wise to all your seeds sown and let them question your beliefs.
Even if the water's shallow, the current can run deep. Whoa-oh-oh-oh.

Well, that apple he's been bobbing for is just out of reach,
so he's screaming through the water: I CAN'T BREATHE, OH, I CAN'T BREATHE."
while all the color drains from his body and moves to where he bleeds
like that first time you fall in love or the first scratch on your knee.

So he's just staring at the surface now and praying he'll be freed.
She's still tugging like an anchor and pulling on his sleeve.
She whispers reassurances, asks, "Babe, don't you love me?
What did you expect that I'd become once you cast me upon this sea?"

So, be careful what your eyes grow and beware of what you see.
The ripples on the water aren't the same things underneath.
So, be wise to all your seeds sown and question your beliefs.
Even if the water's shallow, the current can run deep. Whoa-oh-oh-oh. (x2)
Track Name: Blushing Sleep
Blushing sleep,
a bride to be
staid in my keep.
You must cull the herd
no matter what you heard,
the weakest of sheep.

Before her eyes open,
I'm breathing thin,
take the knife from its sheath.
I know I mustn't cry.
Keep my eyes dry
for the wolves to see.

The sun and I, we can't decide.
It's day and it's night.
Was it ever love you were thinking of
when you looked into my eyes?
The Sun holds truth like I held you,
so hot that it blinds.
But the truth holds, too, like a Honeymoon.
I'm asleep by its tides.

We laid there still
where the blood was spilled,
losing the heat.
The Sun grows old,
tarnished gold.
Happy Anniversary.

In the moonlight raw,
our shadows draw
slow to the sea
'til our ghosts come one
with the wave
and one with the reef.

The Sun and I, we can't decide.
It's day and it's night.
Was it ever love you were thinking of
when you looked into my eyes?
The Sun holds truth like I held you,
so hot that it blinds.
But the truth holds, too, like a Honeymoon.
I'm asleep by its tides.
Track Name: It's Only Truth (if it's True to You, Too)
I've got ways of telling the truth.
Pictures fade but they still hold you.
I spend my days just holding the proof.
Now it's too late to show it to you.
And hot on its trail, I dusted for clues.
Your smile stayed a reflection of you
and opened the gate, so I followed through.
Now I feel crazy for thinking about you.

'Cuz it's only Truth if it's true to you, too;
and if it's not proof, then I have nothing to prove.

Well, it brings my pain validating my blues.
My smile faint in the absence of you.
And I try new paint but the color's a ruse:
I just can't un-paint the colors in you.
And I found new games to better my mood.
Bridges I make to get over you.
And I can play them however I choose,
now matter the take, I always hear you.

'Cuz it's only Truth if it's true to you, too;
and if it's not proof, then I have nothing to prove.

Little changed but your smile is new.
The price I'd pay to bring it back to you.
Your muscles strain, say, "You don't have to.
I'm more than O.K." I just can't believe you.
So, am I a still-frame unable to move?
Or, am I the stage, Just a floor without you?
Am I so vain to think you'd want me to,
or am I insane still thinking I know you?

'Cuz it's only Truth if it's true to you, too;
and if it's not proof, then I have nothing to prove.
If it's not the same, I have nothing to say.
It's not my place anymore, but your heart is a space I adore.
And I've got my ways of telling the truth.
Pictures fade but they still hold you.
And if I'm a stranger now, I'll just smile at you,
maybe fumble a phrase, cause a smile or two the way you used to.
Track Name: It's OK, I'm Bulletproof
Check your pulse
to see if you're okay.
I finally caught my breath
when you walked away.
And my heart quickly
became yours too,
even though I know
just what you'll do.

Well, I know just what you'll do.
Yeah, I know just what you'll do.
You'll shape it, you'll break it,
take it home with you.
You'll love it and you'll hate it,
throw it away when you're through.
Yeah, I know just what you'll do.

I hear your voice
on the telephone.
It's coming hard
like thousands marching on through.
But your lip, softly,
finds a point at the tip
and my eyes are fixed
but my head knows what this is: Goodbye.

I know just what you'll do.
Yeah, I know just what you'll do.
You'll shape it and you'll break it,
take it home with you.
You'll love it and you'll hate it,
throw it away.
Track Name: Now, Then
Held my breath, a song I didn't want to write.
Still your name burns, branded on my eyes.
You're everywhere in everything.
You're everywhere, in everything I see

now. Then.
Now, then.

Held my breath, air I didn't want to breathe.
Still your scent, it lingers in my memory.
You're everywhere in everything.
You're everywhere, in everything to me

now. Then.
Now, then.

(I hope that you're as happy as I hope you are,
as happy as I hope you are,
as happy as I hope you are.)

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WHEN ALL IS SAID AND DONE

When all is said and done,
will you remember where you came from?
And when it's over, will you remember
what made you happy?

Well, just remember I'm the glue
here to stick to whatever bounces off of you,
ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh.

Yeah, when all is said and done,
will you be happy and laughing?
Or, will you be sad and lonely and crying?

Well, just remember I'm a sheep in wolves' clothing.
Wherever you will go, I will follow,
oh-oh, oh-oh!

Yeah, when all is said and done,
will you remember where you came from?
And when it's over will you remember
I made you happy?