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Ernie's Basement Series

by Ben Bailey

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1.
My Mom Sometimes my mama calls me the music man Little bit of her love and I think I can Calm the beast, sing it to sleep Mama’s got a voice as soft as wheat Gold as the sunlight tickling God’s feet She don’t know, how she glows Cause’ there ain’t nothing sweeter than a mother’s love From a man on earth or in the skies up above You can sing alleluia all you want But I’ve only met one angel and that’s my mom Fingertip of ginger for a tummy ache A fresh aloe leaf cools the burning bake But your touch, takes the pain There were Eskimo kisses, and Chinese back rubs There was the divorced neighbor that needed a hug Lessons learned, that I didn’t earn Cause’ there ain’t nothing sweeter than a mother’s love From a man on earth or in the skies up above You can sing alleluia all you want But I believe in heaven met because I’ve met my mom Well someday I’ll be staring at the underground Watching dandelions springing yellow crowns Promising, you’re here with me And when I wake with worries in the middle of dreams About the couple next door without means I’ll be at peace, and follow your lead Cause’ there ain’t nothing sweeter than a mother’s love From a man on earth or in the skies up above You can sing alleluia all you want But I’ve only met one angel and that’s my mom Sometimes my mama calls me the music man Little bit of her love and I think I can Calm the beast, sing it to sleep
2.
Well I’m a young young man just trying to understand How all these hypocrites think so many are damned I can’t claim to know the mind of God, but your religion alone can’t save your soul Still with your bible in hand you cut so many off Mistaking your bigotry as some saving grace You make me want to sing out- Lord Lord Lord, won’t you come and save us Lord Lord Lord, they’re taking your name in vain Lord Lord Lord, won’t you come to save us Lord Lord Lord, It just feels so insane I’m just a young young man just trying to understand This war supporting philosophy where bodies line the street When these suit coats applaud and cheer the executioner Well it seems we’ve lost the war of the prince of peace You kick the unfortunate to street curb or the pen Writing out your will to a material God You make me want sing out- Lord Lord Lord, won’t you come and save us Lord Lord Lord, they’re taking your name in vain Lord Lord Lord, won’t you come to save us Lord Lord Lord, It just feels so insane
3.
What was I thinking? What am I thinking now? What, somehow I could find my own way? My hair is dripping, my body’s going numb, sitting in this telephone phone booth with nothing more left to say Operator can you help me? It seems I have lost my way Maybe you could send a taxi, to get me out of this place Feels like I’m dreaming, what good has dreaming done? When this has become my reality My stomach’s burning, my head is pound in, and sky is blacked out another day. Operator can you help me? It seems I have lost my way I need to find a taxi, to get me out of this place Hey it seem that people see just what they want to see You see your projection you don’t see me Wake every morning with your best James Dean Or Marilyn Monroe, you choose your tragedy like cheerios or another morning routine got to shine those shoes, make sure they look pristine greet the day and expect some new truth Operator can you help me? It seems I’ve lost my way Dr. Phil can you help me? We could reason my mistakes Oprah can you help me? With the next health craze Mr President you could lend a hand, by pulling jobs from outer space Sweet Jesus can you help me? I fear I’m losing faith
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Golden sunshine give me hope, I'll find a place to call my own And I'm not far from there so give me hope and with two we'll call it home Won't you join me there Cause baby I'm not that far. Second glances, they give me hope, that one day you'll call me your own And I'm not far from there So give me hope, that in my arms you'll find a home won't you join me there the amber inside you, is swirling around me just close your eyes and I'm dancing inside you So give me hope that one day we'll be one Because baby I'm not that far

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Recordings from my time living as a grad student in my brother's basement.

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released February 14, 2012

Tyler Coles - Help with recording
Ernie and Lana Bailey - letting me live in the basement.

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Ben Bailey Music Provo, Utah

In the footsteps of my older brother Sam, I picked up the guitar at age 13 to start writing songs. I started in a ska band called Six Foot Midgets, although lets be honest we never could get a horn's section, but then realized I needed the vibrations of an acoustic to resonate my innereds. I have been trying to be honest to those deeper struggles ever since. Thought provoking and heart felt ... more

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