If your stuck inside all day because of the snow take some time to enjoy the new record that we plan on releasing sometime in the future. The record is called “the Sugaroses Collection”. It features Lulu Dahl and Jacobe on vocals. Mr.Neal is handling the drums with Mika Fredricks laying down the bass tracks. Fuzzy Wenzel took care of the engineering and producing of the tracks.
Standing Still
I’m standing still, on the corner of first and fifteen. I know this seems wrong and maybe be hard to believe. I know we’ve been holding this feeling deep down inside a poison that spreading through me. It’s made us so numb that it’s not gonna hurt, so tell me when to concede. Something’s pulling us against our will, and it rips us apart at the seams, it’s tearing down the life we’ve built still it feels like the blame is on me. I’m standing still, but thinking about you lately. I tried to hide my anger with a big smile, left my pride and stayed with you for a while you and everything you do was my refuge baby. All of the men that tried to get my love. The loyalty in me I could not budge. I just got to know why aien’t I enough for you baby? I don’t know why you left me crying, you keep lying. Something’s pulling us against our will, and it rips us apart at the seams, it’s tearing down the life we’ve built still it feels like the blame is on me. The other day when I called your phone, some woman said that you were not home. Tell me who was she and where you baby? I can see that you’ve had about enough. No excuse can ever satisfy your trust. Oh lover just make my day. I understood what you will not say. How can you just throw it all away? Why you standing in the middle of the street? Throwing fits always making a big scene. I know it’s all your fault. I’m standing still, on the corner of first and fifteen. I know this seems wrong and maybe be hard to believe. Baby forget what I said close the door let’s just go home and not fight anymore. You’ve already made your bed you lay and standing here is where I’ll stay. What would it take for you to understand I’m not a saint I’m only just a man, why can’t you understand. All you need to know is that I was always faithful. I gave you my all my all, all the time, and boys will still be boys even if they scream and shout. I cannot stay while you figure it out.
Changes:
(the Sugar People)
A knock on your door
An invitation that could lead to so much more
This feeling so strong now could slip away without even knowing how
You stare at me I stare at you
The war between us is almost thru
I’ll raise my white flag and surrender at your door
Breath in slowly
A single tear could show her
You don’t need her anymore
I don’t need your love I just want it
I wanted to choose my words but I couldn’t
I wanted my thoughts, my words, my voice to be so clear
You don’t need my love you just want it
I thought your words were suppose to be honest
I wanted your thoughts, your words, your voice to disappear
Today is the day
That our life’s is going to change
For good
Please listen closely
I don’t want to hurt you anymore
Get on the bus
Watch the door close
I got a seat by the window so I can watch the people by the road
Every street that passes by reminds me of the years gone from the very first day
They feel so good
I don’t want them anymore
An old man sits near by
He sees my heart on my sleeve
And he says these words once more
Today is the day
That our life’s is going to change
For good
And I need to find my way
Without you is the only way
Today is the day
That our life’s is going to change
For good
The sun will rise on another day
Shine through my window and take all the rain away
I need some arms to comfort me
Hold me tightly and take all my pain away
I don’t need your love I just want it
I wanted to choose my words but I couldn’t
I wanted my thoughts, my words, my voice to be so clear
You don’t need my love you just want it
I thought your words were suppose to be honest
I wanted your thoughts, your words, your voice to disappear
Today is the day
That our life’s is going to change
For good
It’s just another day; I’m feeling like I’ve been here before. I keep on watching my life pass me by like I’m trapped behind lock doors. I haven’t said enough and I feel like there’s so much more to say. If you gave me one wing I would learn how to fly and break these chains that hold me in place. It can be so lonely here haunted by uncertainty. I’m surrounded by these cold dark things that keep trying to possess me. I’m saying no, no. My words will not be stilled. I’m saying no, no. My soul needs to be filled. I can see the sun. The dust seems to outline golden rays. I put my hand up to crack in the wall just to feel the warmth of the breeze. I’m feeling like a prisoner still I know I hold the keys. I’m taking one step to unlocking the door to a world that’s waiting on me. I know these walls can be whatever I make them. I’ve been so blind I climbed inside and could break them. But now I realize I’m stronger this house can hold me no longer. No! No! My words will not be stilled. I’m saying no, no. My soul needs to be filled. I take my life back day by day. I’m getting closer and closer to breaking these chains. To be earless and eyeless and perfectly voiceless is how they want me to stay. I can open the door just turn the key everything I dream I can achieve I’m on the right path and won’t ever look back at the house on that dead end street. I’m saying no. no. I feel my soul awake inside of me.
A garden of mouthings. Purple, scarlet-speckled, black The great corollas dilate, peeling back their silks. Their musk encroaches, circle after circle, A well of scents almost too dense to breathe in. Hieratical in your frock coat, maestro of the bees, You move among the many-breasted hives,
My heart under your foot, sister of a stone.
Trumpet-throats open to the beaks of birds. The Golden Rain Tree drips its powders down. In these little boudoirs streaked with orange and red The anthers nod their heads, potent as kings To father dynasties. The air is rich. Here is a queenship no mother can contest —-
A fruit that’s death to taste: dark flesh, dark parings.
In burrows narrow as a finger, solitary bees Keep house among the grasses. Kneeling down I set my eyes to a hole-mouth and meet an eye Round, green, disconsolate as a tear. Father, bridegroom, in this Easter egg Under the coronal of sugar roses
The queen bee marries the winter of your year.
