Nothing Shines Brighter

Words and Music by Greg Turlock
Barry Turlock – guitar
Greg Turlock – bass, drums, acoustic guitar
Lori Woodhouse – lead and backup vocals
© Greg Turlock

I'd Sell My Soul For You

Words and Music by Greg Turlock
Barry Turlock – guitars
Greg Turlock – bass, keys, drums
Lori Woodhouse – lead and backup vocals
© Greg Turlock

Fire Of Rock 'n' Roll

Words and Music by Barry Turlock
Barry Turlock – guitars, bass, drums
Carole Marie – lead vocals
Jeff Turlock – backup vocals
© Barry Turlock

Sea of Red

Words and Music by HLF
© HLF
Recorded by Greg Turlock
Mixed by Greg & Barry Turlock
lyrics
We Get Back Up

Lookin’ at the bottom of my coffee cup
Got nowhere else to go, I’m down lookin’ up
Ten years on the job, they shut the doors today
They let me keep my hard hat, but kept my pay

Now I’m playin’ Mr. Mom, to my kids all day
Nothin’ keeps a good man down, that’s why I say

We all fall down, we get back up, live our lives again
Win or lose, it’s how you choose, to stay in the game
We all fall down, we get back up, live our lives again
Pick yourself up, dust yourself off, sometimes we all fall down

Six a.m.’s  a habit that’s hard to shake
They say I need a resume, hell, I just need a break
I look into the mirror, is that guy really me?
I me be grey, but dammit, heh, you just wait and see

I ain’t playin’ Mom, to my kids all day
Noth’in keeps a good man down, that’s why I say
Graveyard Train

Took a train ride to yesterday
With a heart full of hurt, that won’t go away
By the Badlands church, near the top of the hill
Where grass don’t grow, you lie there still
White picket fence, dyin’ dandelions
I hear you cry, when the wind comes by the town
But you ain’t around

On a graveyard train, to yesterday
          If I could build a bridge, between you and me, I would
          On a graveyard train, to yesterday
          I left you standin’ in the pourin’ rain
I see your eyes as I ride, on the graveyard train

The graveyard train don’t ever stop
          Chain through my heart, I can’t get off
I’m the barb-wire fence, along your yellow brick road
Hobo on a rail, a nail through my soul
Guilt on my mind, regret ties me down
Hellbound freight, to a hoodoo town
Goin’ down, one way down
         
I left you standin’, in the pourin’ rain,
My turn to wait for the train
Just Like Me

Take one slightly used guitar, sing in the shower, sing in your car
           Make your living in the local bar, and you’ll sound  just like me

Write me a poem or sing me a song, sing out loud, sing out strong
 Play me a chord but play it wrong, and you’ll sound just like me

 Turn your guitar upside down, turn up your amp ‘til they hear it downtown
           Sing out loud, strong and free, and you’ll sound just like me

Take one slightly used guitar, sing in the shower, sing in your car
           Make your living in the local bar, and you’ll sound  just like me

I don’t know a D from an A, but if my wife is smilin’, I know it’s okay
No need to tune, just get up and play, and you’ll sound just like me.

I write my lyrics on the back of my hand
I learned to spell in a foreign land
Come buy a beer for the boys in the band, and you’ll sound just like me

Turn your guitar upside down, turn up your amp ‘til they hear it downtown
           Sing out loud, strong and free, and you’ll sound just like me

Take one slightly used guitar, sing in the shower, sing in your car
           Make your living in the local bar, and you’ll sound, just like me
          And you’ll sound, just like me
          And you’ll sound, just like me
There's No Time for Love

Silence rings in my ears, as midnight slips away
Bed is cold without you, where are you babe?
I love you for who you are, the life that we share
There’s no life together, you’re never there

My candle’s in the window
My prayer’s to God above
If there’s no time to say I love you
There’s no time for love

Sunrise greets the morning, robins sing their song
Rub the sleep from my eyes, cry all alone
Love needs tenderness, love needs to touch
There’s no time for a kiss, no time for love

I smile and you look away,
I laugh and feel, the cold of your stare
If you listen, you’ll hear my heart saying
          There’s time to care . . .

Greg Turlock Creative