Aeiouns

by Brooks Strause

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released December 2, 2014

All songs written, produced, and recorded by Brooks Strause
Brooks Strause- classical guitar, electric guitar, pedal steel guitar, bass guitar, banjo, mandolin, autoharp, harmonica, trumpet, percussion, vocals
Landon Strause- accordion
Bradford Highnam- drums and washboard

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Track Name: Look It In the Eye
You don't know what you want
You just know it isn't me
Well, baby, how can that be?
What do you see that I don't see?
What do I see that you don't see?
What do you see that I don't see?
What do I see that you don't see?

You don't wanna be here
You just don't know where to go
Well, baby, how can that be so?
What do you know that I don't know?
What do I know that you don't know?
What do you know that I don't know?
What do I know that you don't know?

You can break a heart that loves you
Sometimes everybody must
Find a man and hold out your hand
Who better to loan you trust?
I didn't wish to see it come
But tell me where it's coming from
I will look it in the eye
I will look it in the eye

You don't need to regret it
You just thought you could fly, too
But, baby, how could that be true?
What do I do that you don't do?
What do you do that I don't do?
What do I do that you don't do?
What do you do that I don't do?

You don't know what you want
You just know it isn't me
Well, baby, now, how can that be?
What do you see that I don't see?
What do I see that you don't see?
What do you see that I don't see?
What do I see that you don't see?
Track Name: Doing Things Right
There's a hole in my chest
But I know it's for the best
And I'm not like the rest
Because I'm doing things right

And a woman done me wrong
But I'm moving right along
And I'm singing this song
Because I’m doing things right

You think I’m crazy ‘cause you’re insane
Your old expectations are a chain
To stop feeling pain, you must feel pain

Well my past was filled with doubt
But I’ve got it figured out
And I’m aware and proud
Because I’m doing things right

You think I’m crazy ‘cause you’re insane
Your old expectations are a chain
To stop feeling pain, you must feel pain
Track Name: The Tip of a Tongue
I wish I could survive your friendship
I wish I could bear your pall
I wish I could see what happens
I wish I could see it fall

But this world we were born into wasn't built for me at all
And when I hear the angels’ voices I'll be answering the call

But please, little bird, please, don't tell me the word

I wish I could wear out my welcome
I wish I could watch the earth die
I wish I could name my own heaven
I wish I could tell that lie

But the rose that you see it through wasn't built into my eye
And when I hear God speak again, I will be telling you goodbye

But please, little bird, please, don't tell me the word
Track Name: A Virus and a Viper
I’ve been a high psychoanalyst
I’ve been a low romanticizing skunk
I’ve been a guest in formal dress at grand pissing contests
I sank every ship that ever was worth being sunk

You want me to be a cross between the Marquis de Sade and the Pied Piper
You want it known, my nature shown as the offspring of a virus and a viper

I’ve been a blunt, unsound scientist
I’ve been a sharp, dark-side leaning drunk
I’ve been a mess with a pesky messiah complex
I thought every thought that ever was worth being thunk

You want me to be a cross between the Marquis de Sade and the Pied Piper
You want it known, my nature shown as the offspring of a virus and a viper

I’ve have no interest in being an archetype or a myth
I am what I am, a scam and a force not to be reckoned with
Clear the trees and build a highway; call it the Avenue of Dissension
Pave it with what looks like gold, but actually is only good intentions
Track Name: One Day It Came To Me
One day it came to me in the night, baby
It doesn’t matter what I know or what you do
And there I was reborn and as I was it turned to morning and
I watched the sun rise from the mist and thought of you

When I see that old, cold look in your eyes, baby
I’ll know there’s nothing else that I can do
But till that day arrives, all I can give you is my life and
I will devote all that I am to loving you
Track Name: Old Blue Dog
I’ve perpetrated hurting in my time
And committed my fair share of crimes
But there will be no meeting, I’ve got better things to do
Than lying, shaking hands with you

I am an old blue dog
I am an old blue dog and it’s too late to change

I may have broke a promise here or there
My urges may have caught me unawares
But see through this façade and you’ll feel disappointments sting
I’m never hiding anything

I am an old blue dog
I am an old blue dog and it’s too late to change

It’s too late for the ceiling to come down
It’s too late for a tuxedo or gown
The beauty is long shattered
What you get is what you see
It’s too late for me
But you can be free
Track Name: Poor Little Heart
I’m the best there is at what I do and what I do is fail
I’m paying for mistakes and faults, yeah, the check is in the mail
Freedom will swiftly with the loss of all control
Confessions offer truth enough to save and damn a soul

But at the end of the night I know I’ll be alright, no better and no worse
Empty of pride and satisfied with my blessing and my curse
For I’ve honed the skill of losing and I’ve perfected the art
Of neglecting and abusing my poor little heart

No man can claim I do not always reap just what I sow
No sense of direction but never choosing not to go
At turning sweet girls bitter, I am naturally adept
And, “So long.” I’ll be moving on when there is nothing left

But at the end of the night I know I’ll be alright, no better and no worse
Empty of pride and satisfied with my blessing and my curse
For I’ve honed the skill of losing and I’ve perfected the art
Of neglecting and abusing my poor little heart

Now she ain’t sorry and I don’t believe in regret
Let it all fall apart and I’ll try not to be too upset
Comfort don’t come cheap and I will take what I can get
And I won’t let the fisher’s net close around me
At least not yet

For I’ve honed the skill of losing and I’ve perfected the art
Of neglecting and abusing my poor little heart