| BLUE MONROE | 1997 - 2000 Blue Monroe at mp3.com Where you can find full length CD quality MP3's and Real Audio versions of all Blue Monroe songs. Sign Guestbook / View Guestbook | BLUE MONROE | discography blue monroe (s/t) Fallen Angel EP (blueCD1) Released July 9, 1998 1. Sitting on a Cross 4:03 2. Fuck You 4:08 3. I Want Another 4:01 4. Lullabye 2:17 5. A Day at the Beach 4:07 6. Hurt 3:34 7. Finish Me 5:20 8. I Love/Hate You 4:24 9. Blue/ Memento Mori 12:49 10. No Second Chance* 2:34 *Included on MP3.com version only. Chris Howard: Vocals, Keyboards Jerry Howard: Guitars, Keyboards Jules Alcouffe: Guitars, Vocals, Bass, Keyboards Cover photography by Laura Keeton Songs 1, 3, 4, 7, 8 ©1997/1998 Chris Howard Songs 2, 5, 6, 9 ©1997/1998 Jules Alcouffe SITTING ON A CROSS written by: Chris Howard I’m sitting on a cross Thinking about your God Been thinking all night long Wondering what went wrong I’m sitting on a cross I’m getting off Give me your crucifix So I can stick it in Jesus never felt so good I’m sitting on a cross Shepherding all his sheep Conforming them to see The cruelty that he reaps I’m sitting on a cross I’m getting off Give me your crucifix So I can stick it in Jesus never felt so good I’m sitting on a cross Leading them to the way You’ve engraved in their heads All the lies that you’ve said They’re sitting on a cross They’re getting off Give me your crucifix So I can stick it in Jesus never felt so good So good FUCK YOU written by: Jules Alcouffe So you think you’re so much older And you think this can last All the things that can hurt you Are dead deep in the past You’re part of the art world baby You are oh so cool You keep your ghost stained and planted God you’re such a fool... fuck you.   Bet you don’t feel like a two ton Jesus With me on your back This beat is enough to make war You bitch this will last You make me feel Like a four leaf clover When you don’t play by the rules This bruised and battered body Will fight back And I’m gonna push you Until you’re gonna crack hard Like a stone through a plate of glass You’d wish you were dead Too bad this is all I ask... I’m gonna take back what’s mine I WANT ANOTHER written by: Jerry Howard / Chris Howard   Life is so good, life So much happiness I want another Life, so much joy, life So beautiful I want another There’s so little pain in the world Nothing ever goes wrong I want another I want another and another, another, another... So deal with it So live with it But I have always wanted one And I have so much love to give I want another Holding you in my arms now screaming Ripped from the womb I want another Life is so good, life So much happiness I want another Do you think they will survive Or want to be alive? I want another I want another and another, another, another... LULLABYE written by: Jerry Howard / Chris Howard / Jules Alcouffe Dream crying baby, dream tonight Dream crying baby, dream while you can When you wake all you’ll find Is a nightmare in your eyes So dream... Poor little baby; dream, dream, dream... Dream crying baby, dream tonight Dream crying baby, dream while you can In time you will find There is nowhere left to hide So dream... Poor little baby, why are you here? A DAY AT THE BEACH written by: Jules Alcouffe We’re grinding our way, from sand in our joints A south-western display of burnt leather skin Sun sacrifice so so melanoma So weak and inflamed, blood and clay We’ll watch the tide come in And the weak ones drown at the beach At the beach Seagull shrieking attack And tearing out flesh at the beach At the beach The sun burns our brains And we’re leaving in flames at the beach At the beach Sand crab gouging our eyes And help is always just out of reach At the beach We’re grinding in pain, the sand in our joints Waves breaking our backs full fathom five Self-mutilation so melanoma So weep and infected, mud and bone We’ll watch the tide come in And the little ones drown at the beach At the beach Seagull shrieking attack They’re tearing our flesh at the beach At the beach The sun burning our brains And we’re living in flames at the beach At the beach Sand crab gouging our eyes And help is always just out of reach At the beach   HURT written by: Jules Alcouffe   Is it easy to hurt the ones you love Is this so easy for you To destroy everything we've built Is it easy to be cruel I don't understand, I can't understand I can’t comprehend why you act this way Is it because of me, is it my fault I don’t understand, I can’t understand I can’t comprehend why you act this way Is it because of me, was it something I said Is it easy to hurt the ones you love And to leave me alone Do you enjoy, is this all a game to you? Someone must have hurt you Someone must have hurt you... FINISH ME written by: Chris Howard When she dies dark place is what she finds No more pain hoping she won’t rise again Resting in security, don’t take this away... Don’t let me be, don’t let me be I once was lost but now I’m found Your holy man has awakened me I know he’s not done getting off on killing me Finish me - don’t let me be, don’t let me be Dead again, forcing out the life left within No more fears - relishing in the nothingness Every sign of life now gone, don’t take this away... Don’t let me be, don’t let me be I once was blind but now I see Exactly what you’re doing to me Barely alive in this world - filled with you Filled with you Finish me - don’t let me be, don’t let me be   Home alone in this beautiful place She calls her own No more hate - fighting to stay in this lonely place Binded in tranquility, don’t take this away... Don’t let me be, don’t let me be Finish me I LOVE/HATE YOU written by: Chris Howard / Jerry Howard I want you You’re skipping around laughing like a clown Your happiness brings me down, why do you dance Why do you glow, don’t you know, don’t you see What's happened to me I hate your innocence I hate your ignorance I hate your faithfulness I love/hate you I hate missing being like you I hate my interest in you I love/hate you Didn’t you tell me the truth when you lied But you believed it’s the truth It’s a lie that’s true to you YOU LIE LIKE THE BIBLE You’re such a fool with all your rules Everything that’s right to you is wrong Everything that’s bad to you is good (Chorus) BLUE written by: Jules Alcouffe I knew this night would come Just like a ruined age A slice of life inside a window Pinned a moth in flame Another heart is breaking again Another blade for bone Thought you’d never let me Go this way alone   I was sure this night would come An echo of a lost child That sits inside her bones And breathes anew Just as the moment seems to slide You scream at the mirror And everything is just so cold And dry and blue Everything is just so cold and dry and blue Everything is just so cold I always knew this night would come I don’t remember your name Crawling like a worm in ash But you never knew Piranha knives your arms cut in So old and so ugly And everything is just so cold And dry and blue Everything is just so cold and dry and blue Everything is just so cold NO SECOND CHANCE written by: Jules Alcouffe I’m tired of the weight on my back A waste of time, it seems like eternity Sacrificed and left my hope at your feet To wait for you - what a fool I’ve been What a fool I’ve been Things are getting harder all the time Don’t know which way to turn or just stay in line Waited all my life for this moment to try Waited all my life and it just passed me by It just passed me by... What a fool I’ve been (blueCD2) Released October 31, 1998 1. Fallen Angel 3:55 2. Enemy Mind 3:44 3. Rag Doll's Eyes 5:06 4. :06 5. :06 6. Rag Doll's Eyes (reprise) :59 Track list for MP3.com version: 1. Fallen Angel 3:55 2. Enemy Mind 3:44 3. New Skin 3:18 4. Rag Doll's Eyes 5:06 5. Memento Mori 2:24 Chris Howard: Vocals, Keyboards Jerry Howard: Guitars, Keyboards Jules Alcouffe: Guitars, Bass, Keyboards Cover photography by: Laura Keeton Photoshop image manipulation by: Jules Alcouffe All Songs ©1998/1999 Chris Howard FALLEN ANGEL written by: Jerry Howard / Chris Howard Fallen angels are so free Fallen angels are so sweet to me So fall... I want you to be my girl I like the way you kneel and pray I want you to be warm and free I’d love to see you turn away I have fallen just like you I have lost all my faith too I have lost all my beauty I have lost all I want to Fallen angels are so free Fallen angels are so sweet to me So fall... ENEMY MIND written by: Chris Howard Plastic people telling me who to be Picking through the trash they throw at me I’m searching for the truth Your mind is your worst enemy The more you look, the more you find That it’s plain to see Your mind is your worst enemy You can’t escape, you can’t erase What’s inside of me But I want to know I have to know I need to grow Plastic people play their games with me Picking through the trash they throw at me I’m searching for the truth Your mind is your worst enemy The pain you feel, the pain you seek Is what sets you free Your mind is your worst enemy Fear of the truth, fear to be blind One more irony But I want to know I have to know I need to grow Plastic people always fucking with me Picking through the trash they throw at me I’m searching for the truth Your mind is your worst enemy Reality is the same thing As insanity Your mind is your worst enemy You fight hard to get through What they don’t want you to see But I want to know I have to know I need to grow RAG DOLL’S EYES written by: Chris Howard Distant, knowing, baby-blue eyes Have seen too much Rag doll lies for hours Frozen by it’s loving touch Limp-arm, restrained and twisted Smothered beneath her weight Constant opened eyes But she’s still half alive   I don’t want her to come back And feel the hungry emptiness inside Four feet tall, paralyzed I’m huddled against the wall Too many times I’ve come back to life To relive my death again Reborn to find red roses Splattered across the floor   Ruby ribbons in golden hair Are pouring down her little face Eyes stained with fear, forever haunting me With her hollow stare   Twitching, breathing Home-sweet-home sign gracing the wall Calm and alone, far from here Feels nothing at all Power-trip, insane Piercing eyes of it won’t see His empty chest, can’t eat But he’s still half alive   If I could feel my legs again I’d try to take him down with me Looking in her eyes I know the place she’s laid to rest Seems like you’re done, think it’s all over ‘Till you awake in pain You’re reborn to find red roses Splattered across the floor   Ruby ribbons in golden hair Are pouring down her little face Eyes stained with fear, forever haunting me With her hollow stare NEW SKIN written by: Jules Alcouffe Rip it out (It’s been here for so long) Cut it out (This lump of shit inside my chest) Carve it up (Like fat pigs head on butchers block) Brake it up (There is nothing left to keep it whole)   It’s been so long I’m asking for it I’m slit and ready For the new skin   Put it on (This patchwork of thread and skin) Slip it on (Though the cancer still remains) Underneath (Nothing’s healed and nothing changed) The blackest hole (Is all that’s left inside of me)   It’s been so long I’m praying for it I’m slit and ready For the new skin