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Tears and Goodbyes

by Chris Reali

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1.
Gone 04:08
Front porch sweatin,’ playin’ hard to get in a small town, Saturday night. Drinking whiskey and beer, trying to disappear ‘neath the buzz of neon lights. Wishin’ I was anywhere else than the place that I call home. Ooh, I wish I was gone. (x2) Call it bad luck. Call it what you want. But things didn’t go my way. Another lost cause. Stray dog. They say, “Every dream has its day.” (x2) Front porch sweatin… It’s not my fault. Huh, that ain’t true. We all deserve a little blame. Some get less. Some give more. To folks like me, it’s all the same. (x2) Front porch sweatin… For a little bit of trouble ya’catch a whole lotta hell. Leaves you staring up from a deep, dark well. Nights grow long, and the days get cold, Then you’re six feet down. You’re six feet down. If you could have back just one thing What would, what would you choose? That forgotten cause, them old stray dogs, Or an offer that you refused? Front porch sweatin…
2.
Angels are all around us, they’re everywhere we go. Sometimes they wear their halos just when we need them most. Lord knows I’m tired, and I am torn. My body’s weak, my mind is worn. I need some comfort to rest my weary bones. I’m searchin’ for diamonds, but all I got are stones. Angels are all around us, they’re everywhere we go. Sometimes they wear their halos just when we need them most. I’m looking for straight lines, but all I find are curves. I’m searching for colors, but all I got are words. I try to understand, and I try like hell to care. Just give me a sign to let me know you’re there. Angels are all around us, they’re everywhere we go. Sometimes they wear their halos just when we need them most. A second chance just comes once, that I do believe. I don’t want redemption, I just need relief. I don’t want forgiveness, save that for someone else. Please don’t leave me here all by myself. Angels are all around us, they’re everywhere we go. Sometimes they wear their halos just when we need them most.
3.
Coney Island 02:42
Stroll along the boardwalk, or the sideshows by the sea, Blast off on the turbo jet, it’s cheap but it ain’t free. Down by the ocean, people all goin’ wild. It ain’t got class, but it sure got style, Coney Isle. This ain’t Monte Carlo, and it sure ain’t Saint Moritz, When you summer in New York City, how can you resist? Kick off your shoes, honey stay a while. Your heart and soul will reconcile, Coney Isle. You can travel the oceans, to the beaches of the world, But the best bathing beauties are those Brooklyn girls. Those boardwalk bombshells, will have you in denial. The may be crass, but they leave you with a smile, Those conch shell cuties down on Coney Island. When you need a vacation, but can’t afford to roam. For the change in your pocket, take a whirl on the Cyclone. For the time of your life, y’don’t need to go a million miles. It’s a right good time for every man, woman and child. So get yourself to Coney Island.
4.
I get drunk on Sunday. That's just what I do. Drinking helps me tolerate all the shit that I've lived through. Yeah, I know that it ain't right to cuss and act profane. Until I turn my life around my song remains the same. My first wife she left me. Thank God for that. She took all of my money, but I got my freedom back. Then I made the same mistake and did it all over again. Now I'm sittin' by myself with the bottle, my old friend. I get drunk on Sunday… Some folk think I'm crazy. Hell they're prob'ly right. But I know the dealer's cheatin' in this game of life. Most o'the hands that I been dealt are the worst you ever saw. So I'll just bid my time with the luck of the draw. I get drunk on Sunday… I get drunk on Sunday. That may bother you. You think that I'm crazy? Talk a walk in my shoes. Yeah, I know that it ain't right. I sure ain't no saint. Until I turn my life around my song remains the same.
5.
The open road is a lonely place. Just like life it's a choice you make. You can't turn back, you can't sit still. You wonder why, you never will. All those years they just roll on by. Like faded dreams or a lover's sigh. In that moment there's nowhere to hide. You never knew and you wonder why. All your ghosts sing a midnight tune. A crowded soul in an empty room. You won't look back, you can't go on. Another hour, one more dawn. Time moves on and I'm still here. Dreams fade, love disappears. In that moment, in that nowhere. I wonder why I never never cared. The open road is a lonely place. It's no life, it's a risk you take. You won't look back, you never will. There's no place to hide when you can't sit still.
6.
Front door slams. Tires peel out. The whole neighborhood hears you scream and shout. People talkin'. You’re stepping out on me. I’m the last to know, but the first to leave. This ain’t no love song. It’s an I.O.U. For all the pain and heartache you put me through. “Live and let live,” you said to me. But it’s hard to forgive when the hurt runs so deep. So I no longer care what you have to say. I’m tired of being treated this way. Damn all your reasons. Damn all your lies. All that’s left are tears and goodbyes. All that’s left are tears and goodbyes. I played the fool. You played with my heart. While I fell in love you tore us apart. I’m looking for answers from lessons I’ve learned As I sift through the ashes of bridges you burned. Sift through the ashes… So I no longer care what you have to say. I’m tired of being treated this way. Damn all your reasons. Damn all your lies. All that’s left are tears and goodbyes. All that’s left are tears and goodbyes.
7.
Well the sun come up Over broke-down barn I can hear the kitchen bell ring Papa get your boots on It’s time to work. Mothers got the children Dilsey in the barn Can’t you hear that steam train roll? Benjy in a puddle He starts to cry. Grammy cookin’ biscuits Jason chasin’ flies Thought I heard the church bell beatin’ time Breakfast on the table Blessed is mine. Wash water over me Hallowed be my name I’d jump in the river but I think it’s gonna rain. Take me down Feed my soul. Lords way up in heaven We’re down here still tryin’ With some luck, get in on the first go ‘round. But I’ll keep prayin’ Hear me wail.

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released October 29, 2021

Chris Reali, vocals; acoustic, resophonic, and electric guitars; pedal steel; bass; keyboard

Mike Avin, drums, percussion

Omiette Allison, engineer

Produced and mixed by Chris Reali

Recorded at Les Paul Studio, Mahwah, NJ; Maple Ave. Studio, Warwick, NY

© GnarlPop Music, 2021

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Chris Reali Warwick, New York

Chris is a singer-songwriter who lives in Warwick, NY. He describes his music as “traditional sounds for modern times—making music at the corner of blues, rock, and country.” He regularly performs in the lower Hudson Valley of NY.

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