Trouble Trouble Come On In

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A somber folk tune is where the adventure actually begins. It starts as an improvised melody for guitar, the lyrics and vocal melody composed as a counterpoint. The melody and lyrics unfold as interior cinema, and allow hopelessness to welcome the joy of possibility.

Trouble, Trouble, Come On In

Trouble, trouble, come on in.
I got a pair a deuces.
Now, what’d I win?

I kept looking for a way to flee,
make my way by a trail of leaves.
When those leaves began to blow away,
I got down on my knees to pray.
When I’m finally back on my feet
I end up on a city street,
a street I never seen before,
in a town where everybody
locks their doors.

Every night I hear the sirens wail
while I’m inventing new ways to sin.
And I built me up a private jail,
one I could store all my crosses in.
But when I met her on the pathless path
it didn’t matter anymore what where.
When she whispered, “Wanna take a bath?”
I got the message loud and clear.

Come on baby,
drink from my cup.
I got you, you got me.
Don’t forget it. Lighten up.

She keeps telling me to watch my step,
she gets worried bout my fatal flaw.
I’m just creeping everywhere I’ve crept,
pulling diamonds from a dragon’s maw.
Now I travel on the pathless path,
the one you take to finally grow you up.
I looked around and then I did the math;
now I’m drinkin’ from a new stream....
living water, dreamless dream.

I keep looking for a way to flee,
find that path by the trail of leaves.
But those leaves they always blow away
and I’m still looking for a chance to play.
When I find all my cards are gone,
I look up and then I just go on
and it’s
trouble,
trouble,
come on in

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