Paul Kleinert

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An image driven song that starts with a dark mood proclaiming that "good" ideas/people will burn out if not sustained. "It's the inside that's the first to go rotten..." continues this theme along with a passive yet defiant cry "Don't let them see you

Over the Border
(Words and Music by Paul Kleinert)

It?s the light that?s soon forgotten
Left all alone it?s sure to burn out.
It?s the inside, that?s the first to go rotten.
Pull down the shades and for God?s sake turn the light out.

Don?t let ?em see you looking down.
Don?t let ?em turn you head around.

It?s the heartache that forever stays broken.
You take it out back and you bury deep in the ground
It?s the promise too true to be spoken.
If not spoken then broken?s the last thing that she?s all about.

Last time I looked I was over the border
Last time I looked I was almost alone.
Last time I looked I was over the border
Last time I looked I was sitting at home.

It?s the heartache forever stays broken
It?s the needle that scratches the surface and crawl your way out.
It?s the promise too true to be spoken
Your eyes start to speak but your lips they don?t utter a sound.

Her eyes start to sink and her legs start to shake
I?ve had too much to drink and my head starts to ache
Her eyes start to speak and my head starts to spin?spin around again

Last time I looked I was over the border
Last time I looked I was almost alone.
Last time I looked I was over the border
Last time I looked I was sitting at home.

Last time I looked I was over the border
The last time I looked?

Her eyes start to sink and her legs start to shake
I?ve had too much to drink and my head starts to ache
Her eyes start to speak and my head starts to spin?spin around again

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Down
(Words and Music by Paul Kleinert)

She came back the other day
I heard she asked how I was doing.
You didn?t have the words to say
So I heard that you told her I was feeling down.

I got a phone call 2am.
I was up the world was sleeping.
She said, ?You know it?s been awhile.?
Said ?I know? and I hope she don?t hear those tears roll down, down, down.

Just a little bit, just a little bit,
Just a little bit longer.
Just a little bit longer won?t you stay?
Just a little bit, just a little bit,
Just a little bit harder.
Gets a little bit harder every day.

Met her in a late night bar.
She walked in my head was spinning.
?It?s been too long, it?s been too far,
Since we?ve held each other and laid each other down, down, down.?

Just a little bit, just a little bit,
Just a little bit harder.
Gets a little bit harder every day.
Just a little bit, just a little bit,
Just a little bit longer.
Just a little bit longer won?t you stay?

And as I wonder what she?s thinking
In her eyes I start to drown
The morning takes another evening
Feel the thunder shake the ground.

She picks me up she?ll push me down.
She picks me up she?ll push me down, down, down.
She?s the best I?ve ever found.

She came back the other day
I heard she asked how I was doing.

©, Paul Kleinert, 2003

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"Sometimes you're lucky if you just step up to the wheel...and sometimes it just spins around you like you're standing still"

Windfall
(Words and music by Paul Kleinert)

It?s a freefall into the blue.
It was a windfall when I found you.

It?s like a phone call when I?m feeling alone.
I sent you a postcard, but I never left home.

She starts and I stall.
She runs and I crawl.
I hide?she finds.
I seek and she?s mine on the inside.
She?s by my side.

And she says?
Sha na na na ni
She says?
Sha na na na ni
She starts to whisper when she?s by my side.

It?s a long way when you?re all on your own.
Turn on the porch light cause I?m coming home.

She starts and I stall.
She runs and I crawl.
I hide? she finds.
I seek and she?s mine on the inside.
She?s by my side.

And she says?
Sha na na na ni
She says?
Sha na na na ni
She starts to whisper when she?s on the inside.

Sometimes you?re lucky if you just step up to the wheel.
And sometimes it just spins around you like you?re standing still.
You said ?The weather?d be better if you were right here.?
I?m hanging on so tight my knuckles are white with the fear.

She says sha na na na?..



©, Paul Kleinert, 2003