All words and music © Kyle Fiske
All Turned Upside Down
Now I’ve been on your trail, hot and cold for weeks
From just outside of Yuma, to Boston way back east
Now I got the real story, from following your leads
But how can I go to press with something no one would believe?
You know you got me all turned upside down
The American in me stood fast, but now it seems I’m on shaky ground
You know you got me all turned upside down
I used to see so far and clear, but now everything spins round and round
You were beautiful, like no one I had seen
You could have made the front page, of any magazine
I followed you to your hideout a little after ten
On your shortwave radio, transmission coming in…
Now I’ve seen funny things that no one could explain
And it wouldn’t be the first time someone like you got framed
Now they said your were a lost cause, and I was just a fool
Well I’m kind of thinking now, that might have been the truth
Around Your World
I saw you that day when you drove up in that old silver car
A rusted Mercedes, like some forgotten Hollywood star
The people in town didn’t know what to make of you
Some said you’d come back, while others swore you were someone new
If I ran around the world
Just like some kind of superman
And made it back in the blink of an eye
Well honey, then would you understand?
The first time we met, I knew that you were not like the rest
With your raven hair, and that strange old-fashioned dress
You came up to me on the deck of the Blue Star hotel
We talked for a while, until you had me under your spell
You told me the tales of your life and your loves and your crimes
You asked me to dance, and I said “well, maybe just this time.”
The warmth of your hands, you know it’s tough to resist
You’re looking for someone and I don’t know if he really exists
But now it’s me that you’ve got in your sights
And I can hardly tell my left hand from my right
If I ran around the world
Just like some kind of superman
And made it back in the blink of an eye
Well honey, then would you understand?
If I ran around the world
Through ancient Rome and old Japan
And made it back in the blink of an eye
Well honey, then would you understand?
If I ran around the world
And put myself at your command
And made it back in the blink of an eye
Well honey, then would you understand?
Authentic
It’s a kind of waking dream
It’s calm on the surface but nothing is quite as it seems
Heading out at the light of day, almost proud for a jaded age
But still he comes home and looks in the mirror and wonders if he’s
Authentic
Authentic
When the gray clouds roll above a seaside town
You know it won’t be long before
The snow falls down and melts in the ocean like candy in your mouth
But there’s some things they never say
When things get strange out on the waves
It’s not like the movies—these scenes are real
Authentic
Authentic
When the waves crash in and the air gets strange,
You know some kind of storm is blowing in
And she drives down to the pier
The radio is playing and the station is coming in clear
She tries to find the words, praying and thinking and feeling
But when he comes in off the water and walks up to meet her
Authentic
A Certain Something
Out of the pawnshop, his wallet full of ones
To his car parked against the curb, under the August sun
Now he was all set for a change, maybe gonna head up north
Or maybe just keep driving on past all the cars and stores
It’s a certain something
That I just can’t find
I’m not sure if it’s up ahead
Or if I’ve left it behind
On a seaside highway in the cold Atlantic wind
Trying to find a new wave station through the static coming in
But when he’s gone as far as he can go, and the stars above look strange
He pulls off to the side of the road, steps out and says:
“It’s a certain something….”
Conversation Controlled
Conversation controlled
When I pick up the phone a voice says to me
Conversation controlled
They think that I’m worthless but I guess not free
Now I thought we had won through the long great struggle
And on tv, that wall smashed to rubble
They sang and danced but the victory was hollow
We didn’t know what was to follow yeah
Conversation controlled
When I pick up the phone a voice says to me
Conversation controlled
They’re watching you even when you think they can’t see
And now murder’s okay but don’t you dare cause offense with
Dangerous thoughts or forbidden comments
You better pretend that you have no passions
Cause Sharia law is the latest fashion yeah
Cause they watch so they can control
And they listen so they can control
Don’t ask why. Don’t ask what for.
Stay under control. And just do as you’re told.
Conversation controlled
When I pick up the phone a voice says to me
Conversation controlled
You can only become what they tell you to be
Now I don’t want to cause any big commotion
But I’m not the one setting off explosions
Is that all we have in these modern times
Every word that I say is just another thoughtcrime, oh yeah