Words and Music by Michael Koppelman

Like Snow

Letting go
Let me go
Let me fall again
Like snow

Let me go
Letting go
Let me blow away
Like yesterday
Like yesterday
What did Lennon say
I believe in yesterday?
Well i’m afraid I don’t see it that way

And I know
Where to go
Only I know where
You won’t find me there

And when I go
Let me go
Let me fall again
Like snow

© 2006 Tribe of Angels

Words and Music by Michael Koppelman

Dreaming

Sleeping on a bed of roses
Flowers bloom beneath our noses
Love so high you dream awake
You’re dreaming
You’re scheming to be someone you are not

A kiss of breathless passion
A wish that anything can happen
Tonight I die and I die for you

Waking in a dream of water
In the arms of someone’s daughter
Love so high you dream awake
You’re dreaming
You’re scheming to be someone you are not

A kiss of deathless passion
A wish that anything can happen
Tonight I die and I die for you

© 2005 Tribe of Angels (ASCAP)

Words and Music by Michael Koppelman and Sara Brami

Love Like Death

Dying from your poison
Like the other boys and
Feeling really stupid looking in your eyes
Listen to the gun shots
Every time we contact
Feel the blood just oozing right from where I smile

There’s no remorse
Your love’s like death
No remorse
‘Cause I can hold my breath
And your love’s like death

Bleeding from your dagger
Inhibitions stagger
Feelings really wicked lurking in your smile
Drowning in your downpour
Stranded on a far shore
Feel the breath escaping right from where I smile

© 2005 Tribe of Angels (ASCAP)

Word and Music by Michael Koppelman

Never Really Mine

You say you want to die
But I can’t help but feel that’s a lie
As if this room wasn’t empty enough
You’re painted black and never coming back

And after all
You never really knew me
After all
You never could see through me
After all this time
You were never really
Never really mine

You say you’ve had enough
You’re dying in the middle
And you feel too little
For one so tough
And one of these days you’re gonna give it away.
I’ll paint it blue and wait ’til I die too

© 2005 Tribe of Angels (ASCAP)

Music by Michael Koppelman, Steve Mayone and Kurtis Koppelman

© 2005 Tribe of Angels (ASCAP) and Mayone Music (SESAC)

Words and Music by Steve Mayone & Michael Koppelman

Dusty Silence

Dusty silence what’s it to you
You’re a bitter companion
Rusty violence doesn’t get through
You’re a bitter companion

Nothing beckons like a lover
Passing of hysteria
Cold as winter dark as dying
All this pain could bury ya

Echos empty nothing changes
You’re a bitter companion
Something less than fear and danger
You’re a bitter companion

© 2005 Mayone Music (SESAC) and Tribe of Angels (ASCAP)

Words and Music by Michael Koppelman

Almost

Half way open
Dimly lit
Almost real
Almost it
Almost love
Almost sex
Almost

Almost heaven
Almost earth
Almost dying
Almost birth
Almost over
Almost done
Almost

© 2005 Tribe of Angels (ASCAP)

Words and Music by Michael Koppelman and Steve Mayone

Feeling Normal

Open up your eyes and look around
All the little people running ’round
Precious little sunlight fading down
I don’t remember nothing

I remember those days feeling normal
Chasing all the pretty girls
I remember most days feeling normal
Now I don’t feel nothing
I don’t feel nothing

Close up all the windows laying low
Geometry is backwards time moves slow
A world full of things you don’t want to know
I don’t remember nothing

I remember those days feeling normal
Chasing all the pretty girls
I remember most days feeling normal
I don’t want to be
It’s obvious to see that you never loved me
I don’t want to be
It’s obvious to see that you never loved me

Open up your eyes and look around
All the little people running ’round
Precious little sunlight fading down
I don’t remember nothing

I remember those days feeling normal
Chasing all the pretty girls
I remember most days feeling normal
I don’t want to be
It’s obvious to see that you never loved me
I don’t want to be
It’s obvious to see that you never loved me
I won’t want to see
All the things you’ll be in your life without me
I don’t want to be
It’s obvious to see that you never loved me

© 2005 Tribe of Angels (ASCAP) and Mayone Music (SESAC)

Words and Music by Michael Koppelman & Steve Mayone

A Kind of Peace of Mind

She said it’s something you’ll find
A kind of peace of mind
Never think ahead and never look behind
She said you’ll make it someday
If you look the right way
And never listen to what other people say

Hard as I try is it getting any better
Is it something inside or just something in the weather
Heaven is hidden but it isn’t that far
If you figure out who you are

She said nothing that day
That was meant the right way
But I figured it out as she turned away
That it’s something I’ll find
A kind of peace of mind
Never think ahead and never look behind

© 2005 Tribe of Angels (ASCAP) and Mayone Music (SESAC)

Words and Music by Stephen Mayone

Pocketful of Promises

Where do you go
With a pocketful of promises
Inside your coat
Underneath your hat

Do you where it out
Or keep it where the sun don’t shine
Keep your fingers clean
Keep yourself intact

There’s something more
Everyone is telling me
But all I know is what I see

When I dig deep into my pockets full of promises
All I feel are my hands and fists

Now I believe
That accidents don’t happen
Yeah I believe in the Mother Ship
And what I’ll be has already happened
Got a full tank of gas
Let’s let it rip

I wish I could
Turn off all the voices
Yeah I would
Call the whole thing off

But people think that I don’t know my choices
With a pocketful of promise

© 2005 Mayone Music (SESAC)

Words and Music by Michael Koppelman

Spirits Are Moving

People live and people die
People seldom wonder why
People go and people stay
People throw their lives away
People live and people die

People die and people live
People sin and they forgive
People work and people play
People lie and they betray
People take and people give

And this is all you’ll ever have
What you get is what you grab
This is all you’ll ever be
What you get is what you see

People high and people low
People bright and people slow
People quick and people dead
Hiding underneath your bed
People come and people go

And this is all you’ll ever have
What you get is what you grab
This is all you’ll ever be
What you get is what you see

© 2005 Tribe of Angels

Words and Music by Michael Koppelman

Free Man

I’m a free man
Well that’s what they say
I got no job, I got no pay
A free man but I’m hungry
My master in a new kind of slavery

I’m a free man
But I got no soul
If you ask the rich men in control
A free man but I got no right
To live with my family with heat and light

If money is the measure of society
A poor man’s got no right to even be
If money is the measure of society
A poor man’s got no right to even be

A free man is a warrior

I’m just one man
But my neighbor is too
And the neighbor of my neighbor
Is a fine man too
And three men when they organize
Become three thousand then free men rise
‘Cause battle is the language of history
A free man fights to keep all people free
Battle is the language of history
A free man fights to keep all people free

A free man is a warrior

© 2005 Tribe of Angels

Words and Music by Michael Koppelman.

Same As Yesterday

Knowing
A morning grey and fey and lightly snowing
I do believe I really should be going
The time is high and so am I
Up where the seagulls fly away
It’s the same as yesterday

Caring
I must admit it doesn’t feel like sharing
Bleeding out your life and seldom daring
Now the time is through and so are you
Don’t know what you should do or say
It’s the same as yesterday

© 2005 Tribe of Angles

Words and music by Michael Koppelman, Steve Mayone & Sara Brami.

Muddy Water

Muddy water the Devil’s daughter
Inviting you to view the slaughter
Sacrifice of men by mice
And chicken’s blood at twice the price

Witches rule the day today
Voodoo, magic, bones and clay
Pins and needles
Herbs and power
The Devil’s daughter muddy water

Kalideascope on southern schemes
Mississippi cajun dreams
With a lover’s thirst he sought her
The Devil’s daughter muddy water

Muddy water the Devil’s daughter
Inviting you to view the slaughter
Sacrifice of men by mice
The Devil’s daughter muddy water

© 2005 Tribe of Angles

Words and Music by Michael Koppelman

Black Irish

My name is blood, salt and sea
I am the wood of the gnarled Oak tree
I am the light that you never see
Written in the story of history

My name is dirt, wind and fire
I am stone and bone and wire
I am the light the you never see
Hidden in the forest of mystery

I am the wood of the gnarled Oak tree

And you are ash and earthen too
You are smoke and meat and glue
You are the light that is never lit
In the greed of the City of Sweat and Spit

I am the wood of the gnarled Oak tree

My name is blood, salt and sea
I am the wood of the gnarled Oak tree
I am the light that you never see
Written in the story of history

© 2005 Tribe of Angels