HOUSE OF TROPICALS - And other tales of U.S. Route 50. By: Brian Sauer 2014 ================================================== SEDAMSVILLE - No place better to escape monotony ================================================== G Well you know someday I will buy a house Just a place to call all mine And I'll fill it up with yard sale couches And things I find outside Em G And I'll settle down in a bad part of town C G Where no one likes to go Em G C G I don't mind the wear of time on tired looking homes Em G C G All I need's a place to eat and where I can rest my bones F G7 And I don't care for strip malls and clogged suburban roads D G D G Don't give a damn if my neighbor don't mow his lawn D G A A7 D If he don't give a damn that I play my music on the porch D G D G This old river town's the perfect place to hide G C D From the expectations anchored to my life G Em G And it seems to me the American dream C G Is flawed and filled with lies Em G C G Why's a house more valuable than time that's spent inside Em G C G I don't need a big flat screen to tell my what to by F G7 And why should a profit margin keep me up at night D G D G Don't give a damn if my neighbor don't mow his lawn D G A A7 D If he don't give a damn that I play my music on the porch D G D G This old river town's the perfect place to hide G C D From the expectations anchored to my life G (Inst Verse) D G D G Don't give a damn if my neighbor don't mow his lawn D G A A7 D If he don't give a damn that I play my music on the porch D G D G This old river town's the perfect place to hide G C D From the expectations anchored to my life G So come on right in and sit right down You know all are welcome here And we'll talk about these lofty dreams Over warm and stale light beer. ================================================== WALDVOGEL VIADUCT - A relic of a time long gone, RIP ================================================== Am C E Am C E Am C E When we drove to the city, when I was a kid We always made the way of a tired old bridge But they done torn it down, and all that remains Is a fragment of a memory in the back of my brain Am C E Because the clumsy old bridge, just couldn't contend When a city engineer ranked it four out of ten For structural integrity, it had to be condemned And with four little words they brought it to its end, they said Am C Tear it on down Am C Tear it on down Am F C E Tear the Waldvogel viaduct to the ground Am C Am C There's no need to renovate, no hope to repair, E No we'll tear it on down and forget that it was ever there. Am C E And with the Waldvogel viaduct finally out of the way Lower Price Hill could see the light of day And the years of neglect and the urban decay Showed the route 50 commuters its ugly face Am C E And it peered deep into their souls with an empty stare And they tried to look away and act like it wasn't there But when they looked down the barrel of old Church Street None of them could cope, but all of them agreed to just Am C Tear it on down Am C Tear it on down Am F C E Tear Lower Price Hill right to the ground Am C Am C There's no need to renovate, no hope to repair, E No we'll tear it on down and forget that it was ever there. Am C Where does it stop Am C Where does it cease Am C F E When do we look around and finally see Am C Am C They we're plugging up a hole of a sinking ship E But we're running out of fingers to plug them up with cuz we keep Am C Tearing it down Am C Tearing it down Am F C E Tear this whole damn city right to the ground Am C Am C There's no need to renovate, no hope to repair, E No we'll tear it on down and forget that it was ever there. ================================================== HOUSE OF TROPICALS - What I wouldn't give to see the mural one more time ================================================== Dm C F Where did all the fishes go when the House of Tropicals closed its doors Dm C F Did they flush em down, or throw em out, or are they strewn about the floor C Dm Vines are creeping on the pavement C Dm The mural is fading on the wall C Dm A fire is whipping in the windows G F Dm Of the House of Tropicals Dm C F Where do all the soldiers go when they finally get home from war Dm C F A quick parade and flags are waved then they kick their ass to the corner C Dm And they can put a price tag on a soldier C Dm God bless the troops until the profits fall C Dm A fire is ravaging the insides G F Dm Of the House of Tropicals Dm C F Where do all the poor folks go when they can't afford the rent they now owe Dm C F Pick a seven hill and then retreat or just go and die in the streets C Dm I don't want the city livin near me C Dmd Say closet racists flooding the town halls C Dm A fire is finishing destruction G F Dm Of the House of Tropicals G F Dm Of the House of Tropicals ================================================== EYES OF GREEN - Route 50 giveth and it taketh away ================================================== E C#m You packed your bags for the ride E C#m But don't forget some baggage of mine E C#m Because I've amassed a massive rotting pile of feelings Esus4 Over time E C#m You hit the road at half past eight E C#m Old river road for west L.A. E C#m Put three thousand miles smack dab in the way Esus4 Of you and me, me and those eyes of green E E C#m Some say love never dies E C#m And I've been stabbing it with distance and time E C#m All my weapons can't me forgot those eyes Esus4 That I've seen, you and your eyes of green Fmaj7 C And when I am lonely, this is where you'll find me Thinking oh so quietly Fmaj7 C Just longing again to see, those eyes of green E Your eyes of green E Your eyes of green Your eyes of green ================================================== HOUSE ON EDGAR STREET - Dedicated to the creative soul in all people ================================================== Em C G Em C G Em C G I am the house on Edgar Street Sitting down by the river Em C G Not a living soul does live in me But there's plenty of ghosts around C And my halls whisper about the time G When Main Street wasn't a highway C And since I'm not in Over the Rhine D D7 G I sit idle on my empty street, I'll never be a trendy brewry Em C G I was built after the war to end all wars And I was young and I was indifferent Em C G Since then I have seen so many more That I've learned to be a skeptic C And the slum lord he don't care about me G Any more than eviction victims C That board my rooms so frequently D D7 G I'm a manifest of long gone pride, and empty shell with nothing left in side G G7 C G Amazing waste, amazing waste G G7 D How have I become such a place G Cause I'm empty on the inside C And ragged on the outside G D G I'm a waste of space and time Em C G My floors are still level, my foundation is strong But it doesn't seem to matter Em C G When you've been empty for this long It gets so hard to fill the void C And I wonder why it has to be G This live for me and my brothers C and I wonder why society D Builds more and more just to waste D7 G Builds more and more till others share my fate G G7 C G Amazing waste, amazing waste G G7 D How have I become such a place G Cause I'm empty on the inside C And ragged on the outside G D G I'm a waste of space and time Em C G Yes I am the house on Edgar Street Sitting down by the river Em C G Not a living sould does live in me But them ghosts still hang around.