1. |
The Glow
05:26
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"THE GLOW"
(Breivogel / Giubardo / Bello )
The glow on your face comes from that inner place.
So hold up the light and walk day out of night.
Inside the stars, can we reach that far.
Walk into bliss from that one simple kiss
Maybe we should seize the day.
Grooving with the glow today.
Rise above all this fray.
Feel the glow each and every day.
We can choose to stay true, searching for all that’s new.
Closing our eyes for a life of surprise.
The spark that’s inside when we embrace in our mind.
Don’t blow out the light that glows deep inside.
It wasn’t hard to find...
Oh wake up pretty darlin’, the morning light on your cheek.
The summers in the sunshine—the sand beneath our feet.
You cast your magic spell, shimmering from the seas.
You are the everything—the dearest glow to me.
Far from the sweet glow, a heart will yearn for you.
Because the summer’s in the sunshine—with a glow so pure and true.
Sleep tight my angels, we will join you soon.
You are the everything—the sun, the stars and the moon,
Make peace with yourself—the weary and the worn.
When it all comes crashing down, we’re ragged and we’re torn.
Oh my love, please help—together we are the storm.
When it all comes crashing down—we’re all reborn.
To see your glow (I feel that glow).
I can feel the love flow (I feel that glow).
To see your glow (I feel that glow).
I can feel the love flow (I feel that glow).
© Company Jones (2021)
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2. |
Moments to Moments
04:36
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"MOMENT TO MOMENTS"
(Bello / Giubardo / Breivogel)
Tearing pages away from you.
Further … from these … moment to moments, we go.
Flashing, occasions will fade from you.
This lifetime of-journeys-that-we’ve-made—hang on to the pictures in your mind.
Be brief, before we slip away.
Don’t speak, if you’ve got nothing good to say.
And watch out, before we’re swept away … memories to save the day.
Stealing day after day from you.
Missing a piece of me from you …. moment to moments, we know.
A reset, it’s unavoidable.
This slow down—is something locked in every time capsule, indeed.
Be brief, before we slip away.
Don’t speak, if you’ve got nothing good to say.
And watch out, before we’re swept away and the memories to save the day.
It's relief, before we slip away.
Just speak when you’ve got something good to say.
Watch out, or we'll be swept away … and the memories all we will save.
Just one more time—I’d love to see your smile.
How did you fare—was the time good and kind?
And does that old song-tell a story that needs to be told?
As we move along—moment to moments, forever bold.
Just one more time—I’d love to see your smile.
How did you fare—was the time good and kind?
And does that old song-tell a story that needs to be told?
As we move along—moment to moments forever, bold.
Snapshots, ever so brief.
And fleeting, growing old, these moment to moments we all will go.
I replay this old sequence.
My life ….moment to moment to moments ... we will flow.
© Company Jones (2020)
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3. |
I Once Was A Spaceman
05:58
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"I.O.W.A.S. (I Once Was A Spaceman)"
(Breivogel / Giubardo / Bello )
We have stardust in our DNA
Where we started won't begin or end
Have we met once, was I gay
Did I talk much, did we seize the day
We won’t believe in anything—if this anything isn't real
And we won’t rely on anyone—if we allow ourselves to feel
Where we begin and where we end, start in the same place
Can we choose our own fate—now
When I close my eyes and look back in time
I’m making love to you in my mind
I once was a spaceman, lost particles in space
To die and be born again—we all leave some trace
Well we won’t believe in anything—if this anything isn't real
And we won’t rely on anyone—will we allow ourselves to feel
Where we begin and where we end, start in the same place
Can we choose our own fate—now
Maybe … deja … vu ... is … you
Now …. we … float … all … alone
We won’t believe in anything—if this anything isn't real
And we won’t rely on anyone—will we allow ourselves to feel
Where we begin and where we end, start in the same place
Can we choose our own fate—now
Get back some day, unite from this plea
All things in time grow from the same tree
Go float away, all things come in threes
We’re dust particles, back into the sea
© Company Jones (2020)
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4. |
Lenny Bruce
04:22
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"LENNY BRUCE" (Charlie's Song)
(Bello / Giubardo / Breivogel)
It’s hard to just stay breathing, as I search the world for words.
Trapped in some old U2 song where the message wasn’t learned
We blink and rub our eyes as 25 years has moved on.
We search the ether of our minds, just with you weren’t gone.
… and now our future looks at its past.
Daytime highs. Nighttime lows. As you pass through, please say ‘hello’.
No goodbyes and no more blows. These daytime highs and nighttime lows.
Add onto the counting years, looking down at the decks below.
We hold on to one million smiles and the thousand tears we’ve stowed.
And if I had my own damn world, you’d be my Lenny Bruce.
Just laughing and tripping away, chasing energy we had to lose.
… and now our future ignores the past.
Daytime highs. Nighttime lows. As you pass through, please say ‘hello’.
No goodbyes and no more blows. Move in and out, while we all slow.
I pray through any darkness, that it gets us through the night.
We live through all this madness, to make the wrongs seem right.
I don’t know what we don’t know, it’s in our history
We’ll find out when we get there, it’s the only thing we’ll see.
Hard to just stay breathing, how will we ever find the words.
Singing this old-new melody, without an act just to be heard.
And “what should be” well it never mattered, “what is” is never wrong
Truth-teller, friend—my brother—forever sing your song.
… and now our future becomes the past.
Daytime highs. Nighttime lows. As you pass through, please say ‘hello’.
No goodbyes and no more blows. These daytime highs and nighttime lows.
© Company Jones (2021)
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5. |
Calamity Boom
04:54
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CALAMITY...BOOM"
(Giubardo / Breivogel / Bello )
Well you sit and complain about this monster you made.
And simply skirt all the blame, we won't forget your names.
And your thirst for this power, your dead kings in the tower.
We watch you sit and cower, while this planet fucking sours ... c'mon.
Well don't you wonder why your children get high?
We bury our face and hide and wait for our time.
Your soul, it's up for grabs—you'd lend the devil your hand.
It's such a fucking drag, does this make you mad? It should.
We can't save you from you. You see through all the truths.
Hold your breath, count to ten—you're a calamity ... boom.
Always getting the last word in, one of too many sins.
You can't not be right—why's everything a fucking fight?
Well it doesn't matter now, so take that final bow.
We've got it from here, so feel free to let us steer.
You won't let go of the wheel. You cheat and borrow and steal.
Won't believe in truths, who the hell are you—you're a calamity ... boom.
You created the cynic. We tried to rage against it.
Your silence is violence and your violence is blind.
Your silence is violence and your violence is blind.
Your silence is violence and your violence is blind.
You're a calamity ... boom.
You're a calamity ... boom.
You're a calamity ... boom.
You're a calamity ... boom.
© Company Jones (2020)
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"(EVERYBODY'S) WAITING TO SCREAM"
(Giubardo / Bello / Breivogel)
Let me tell you something, I had a dream one night.
Have you ever been woken up and stared into the light?
Is there still a middle, ground bones in my face?
A place where we can hide and groove at one pace.
Nobody is ever home, were they ever really there?
Rapping on heaven’s door, lay our souls to bare.
With everyone always right, we couldn’t be wrong.
Hunting our neighbors, because of signs on their lawns.
Everybody is waiting to scream—and nobody can hear.
Everybody is waiting to dream—what do we have to fear?
We’re backed into corners and shoved into walls.
But we rise to occasion and answer the call.
Put up, don’t shut up—stand up, rise and fight.
With only one go ‘round, we chase the limelight.
Let me tell you something I heard the other day.
If you’re broken inside you’ll find another way.
Always a choice—it’ll always be there.
Smile, put away worry and all of your fear.
Everybody is hoping to be seen—so pretty, have you see their smile?
Everyone put on your face—just throw on another for awhile.
But hold on, hold on, hold on.
There is no secret—no possible way.
When we’re all just screaming, the world goes astray.
So what is the answer? Where does it go?
We keep riding the highs and avoid the low.
Everybody is waiting to scream—so loud no one can be heard.
Everybody has all the answers—so tell me, what have you learned?
Everybody is waiting to scream—and nobody can hear.
Everybody is waiting to dream—what do we have to fear?
So hold on, hold on, hold on, hold on.
© Company Jones (2021)
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7. |
Somewhere Else
04:49
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"SOMEWHERE ELSE"
(Bello / Giubardo / Breivogel)
Love is lost, love is won.
Mothers, fathers, everyone.
Black and white, drowned and bled.
All the hate, it's trapped up inside our lonely heads...
Down the road there lives a boy.
Nothing but trouble and always a joy.
Breaking rules out on the ledge.
Always riding over the edge.
There's a girl, she lives up the way.
Nothing but trouble each and every day.
The loneliness and a heart's desire.
One day she's gonna start that fire, because...
Love is lost and love is won.
Sisters, my brothers, everyone.
Black and white, drowned and bled.
All the hate that's trapped up inside our lonely heads ... so get out, now.
Johnny Blue's on the prowl tonight.
But Johnny-Boy don't know how to fight.
That little tigress, she's born to stun.
And she'll risk it all in the name of fun.
There's somewhere else that you should be.
Over the mountains and into the seas.
All the love, it's soon to rise.
Warm sunny days and clear blue skies, there was.
That boy named John, he turned out all right.
He gave up the bark and learned how to bite.
The Tigress, not sure what became of her.
But wherever she is, she's causing a stir.
You see my friends we're not alone.
We're running in stride and back to our homes.
Somewhere else, it was always there.
Coming to live as soon as we dare, because...
Love's not lost and love's not done.
Tell the children—you can tell everyone.
Black and white, drowned and bled.
All the hate—it trips us up and leaves us for dead.
Love's not lost, it's all around.
God-sized creatures—make a sound.
Black and white, it's in our heads.
All the hate, unlock your soul and stop the spread.
© Company Jones (2020)
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8. |
The Monsters We Make
04:40
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"THE MONSTERS WE MAKE"
(Giubardo / Breivogel / Bello)
Run from the monsters, hide while we ponder.
What’s left to conquer, the emotions we foster.
Denying and supplying our fear cycle.
While propping up the fake, golden idols.
We won’t take any of the blame.
Driving fast through each endless day.
We provide and claim we survive.
Inside and out while pushing all feelings aside.
The monsters we make now sit beside our saints.
And the choices we made feed the monsters of fate.
The monsters inside where the saints run to hide.
Each lighting up their lonely way while we’re fading to grey.
The monsters we make.
It’s that ringing in your ears.
That lets you know that they’re near.
As we fall further behind.
Chasing our demons still trapped inside.
The monsters we make, now sit beside our saints.
And the choices we made feed the monsters of fate.
The monsters inside, swallowed up by foolish pride.
Each lighting up their lonely way, while we’re fading to grey.
We’re standing knee deep in these hurricane waters.
Building walls around our heads taller and taller.
Become the better.
A spark from the ember.
Stand high from the center.
Become the better, the better, the better.
The monsters we make have reached their only fate.
And the choices we made starve the monsters of hate.
The monsters inside have spit out their foolish pride.
Each lighted by their lonely way while we burn the grey away.
© Company Jones (2021)
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9. |
Overtown & Underground
04:48
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"OVERTOWN & UNDERGROUND"
(Bello / Giubardo / Breivogel)
I'm just fine—staring out the window of time.
Watching the seasons fly by—secure in my own mind.
Lost without reason or rhyme. My mind's been doing time.
And now we’re unsound—Overtown and Underground.
Get in, get out and get down. We’re hiding in this wrong-way town.
Paying with flesh pound by pound—and no one left is around.
Outside the window, yet inside—another midtown collide.
We’re stoned out tonight and we'll regret this morning light.
We can't see but still have sight and it comes down to fight or flight.
Something fair, inside and out—silent screams, a quiet shout.
Be … something … that's … real.
Remember the passion—remember the place.
Remember the sight—tried to erase.
And all of the flowers that died at her feet.
Keep gripping tomorrow and playing repeat.
Overtown and Underground we go….
© Company Jones (2021)
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10. |
Regret
04:56
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"REGRET"
(Breivogel / Giubardo / Bello)
Look at me now and feel my pain.
See the tears of the days gone by.
Feel the fallen—the fallen light.
See the pain drift into the night.
I have no regrets—and “I take” is no threat.
I love you—so deep and true.
Don’t let me down, please girl don’t let me down.
Because I love you, but…. I’m all gone.
You make me feel so good inside.
Without you, I wait to die.
You make me live for the day.
Without you, my body lays.
I thought I could reach for the heavens in the sky.
My challenge is difficult—I’ll just ask myself…“Why?”
But hope is there and is never gone.
I can do evil, no evil….no wrong.
You make me feel so good inside.
Without you, I wait to die.
You make me live for the day.
Without you, my body lays.
Regret for what I’ve done.
Regret for what I’ve become.
Regret for what I should’ve done.
Should I give up? Should I give in?
Should I wave my hand goodbye?
I’ll never love another. I’ll never know another.
They’ll never be another. I’ll never see another.
I’ll never touch another. I’ll never want another.
No. No. No.
Regret for what I’ve done.
Regret for what I’ve become.
Regret for what I should’ve done.
© Company Jones (2020)
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11. |
Time
08:09
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"TIME"
(Giubardo / Bello / Breivogel)
I see the future now, I see the picture somehow.
All the smiles that we have shared, we should’ve cared.
I see the future in your eyes, see the wanting behind the lies.
All the time we should have spared, if we dared.
The time tells me to mind—should I go ahead or tell more lies.
And you don’t see the lines written on my face, or in my mind.
The time wants more time.
I see the dust cloud on the rise, searching for rain to clear my eyes.
But there’s nowhere left to hide—are we all blind?
Be still at the moment of your truth, as time runs out this much is true.
And with all that we’ve left behind, what did we find?
The time tells me to mind—should I go ahead or tell more lies?
And you don’t see the lines written on my wrists, or in my mind.
The time wants more time.
We keep running—we keep checking the clock.
Because we're running out, running out of time.
We keep checking the clock, we're checking the clock—running out.
Of all this time, all this time—this precious time.
The time tells me to mind—should I go ahead or tell more lies.
And you don’t see the lines written on my hands, or in my mind.
The time wants more time.
© Company Jones (2020)
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Company Jones Miami, Florida
kəˈhōnāz.........
Take a drive..
Put on your best headphones...and crank the
volume.
A unique rock journey of blended styles, the melding of minds, and musical passion.
All words and music by Company Jones
Brian Giubardo vocals
George Breivogel bass
Chris Bello guitar
Written and recorded remotely from CA, FL and VT from 6/20 to 7/21
Mixed/Mastered Green Mountain Studio
Colchester VT.
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