Nothing to Cry About

by Marty Jones

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released January 1, 2017

Recorded and engineered by Kyle Jones at Sleeping Brotherhood Studio (Denver, CO); Art direction & graphics by Rivet Designworks; Photo by Gerald Woolsey

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Track Name: The Opening Act
Don’t go asking for your money back, I’m the warmup act
The big draw will soon hit the stage
I’m just breakin’ in the crowd with a PA half as loud
As it’s gonna be for tonight’s latest rage

I’m the opening act tonight
Burning up my dreams in limelight
I’m the opening act tonight

I’m the special guest who puts your patience to the test
With a bunch of songs you’ve never heard before
It ain’t me you paid to see and that’s alright with me
In half an hour I’ll be out the door

I’m the opening act tonight
I’ll be home in bed by midnight
I’m the opening act tonight

My sound check was a mess, my name didn’t make the press
I gotta set up in front of the band and I’m scanning the crowd for just one fan

Two bands, the doorman, the sound girl, the bar and lights
Get paid tonight
Somehow they’ll be no bones for Mr. Jones
But I got a box of CDs so when I’m done come talk to me
And don’t forget martyjones.net.

I’m the opening act tonight
Choking on one more slice of life
I’m the opening, forever hopening
I’m the opening act tonight
Track Name: The Cream Will Usually Rise to the Top
Some days hard work just don’t pay
Sometimes it’s how you look, it ain’t about what you say
But if you smoke all your shows goodness knows
Your rock & roll train won’t stop
The cream will usually rise to the top

Sometime you get an itch you can’t scratch
Sometimes it’s not all good and your chickens don’t hatch
But the truth of it all is you’ll make the front office
And there’s no more punching the clock
The cream will usually rise to the top

The cream will usually rise to the top
If you feed your prized milker the sweetest grass
Milk ain’t all you’ve got
If you play your cards right, pray every night
Give the world your best shot
The cream will usually rise to the top

Darling I know you crave a love that’s real
But the more your searching fails, the less you seem to feel
But if you shoot for the moon, one who makes you swoon
You might feel your heart flip-flop
The cream will usually rise to the top

The cream will usually rise to the top
Pick the right seed, water and weed
You might raise a bumper crop
Go on and pray every night, keep your game tight
Be cool with the weed and the schnapps

Cause the cream will usually always rise
Your good work’ll get recognized
The cream will usually always rise
Until then a good glass of milk can satisfy you
Cause the cream will usually always rise to the top
Track Name: I Don't Want My Friends (Doing Heroin)
You’ve got your band, you’ve got your fans
You’ve got your rock & roll
You think you need more to bare your soul
Well in spite of what they say in the places we play
There’s nothing chic about an early grave

This ain’t New York City and Johnny Thunders is dead
And I don’t want my friends doing heroin

I know it gets old playin’ a tortured role
Livin’ in this Tinker Toy town
No one sheds a tear at all your bring down
But the addict hero’s a lie and it’s stupid to glorify
The oldest craze wastin’ the latest lives

This ain’t Richmond, Virginia, and Jim Perry is gone
And I don’t want my friends doing heroin

You got your fans, you got big plans
You got a heart with a hole
You think you’re too tough to lose control
But the last song’s calling your name
The same old junkie refrain
The needle drops and it plays again and again and again and again

This ain’t Austin, Texas and you ain’t a Rolling Stone
And I don’t want my friends doing heroin
This is the Mile High City and I’m praying the rumors are wrong
‘Cause I don’t want my friends doing heroin
Track Name: Caller's Lament
You keep on texting me
When all I wanna do is speak with you
You’ve got me in the dark
C-A-L-L?
Come on use your effin’ phone
To talk to me

U R numeral 2 BZY
I stare at my phone wondering just why
You can erase all my doubts with a little mouth to mouth
Come on use your effin’ phone and talk to me

We all know the dying art of conversation’s lost its heart
In a world without the time or tact
To conversate or call you back and use some smart technology to actually
Smartly communicate

OMG, WTF
Spare your fingertips, use your precious lips
Here’s one last text for you:
This is SO FUed
You won’t use that effin’ phone
And talk to me

Come on your effin’ phone
To T-A-L-K T-O M-E
I-M O-U-T
Track Name: Nobody's Friend
The world’s out painting the town
Buying each other a round
Here in the dark of my room
I sit alone with the truth

I’m nobody’s friend, hating the night again
All my good times have been ‘cause I’m nobody’s friend

No steps stop at my door
No letters fall to my floor
I stare out the window each night
No one catches my eye

‘Cause I am nobody’s friend cursing the night again
All my good times have been because I’m nobody’s friend

Not long ago I had laughs and buddies to spare
Not long ago somebody cared

Go find the man in the moon
Lost souls in forgotten rooms
Search as hard as you can
I’ll be the loneliest man

‘Cause I am nobody’s friend hating the world again
All my good times have been ‘cause I am nobody’s friend
Track Name: Nothing to Cry About
He forgets birthdays, his feet stink
Leaves lights on, and hair in the sink
She won’t slip CDs back in the case
Man it’s ruining your day

Down the street, real trouble at home
There’s a doctor on the phone
They found a lump, and there’s no doubt
You and me got nothing to cry about

The way folks drive, is driving you mad
Worst traffic, the town’s ever had
Your birthday party went on too late
Too much icing on your cake

One floor up she’s asking for divorce,
Here come his show of force
The knife goes in, the life flows out
You and me got nothing to cry about

Save your tears for something worth crying for
Save your heartbreak, for something worth getting heartbroken for

I said I love you and I meant what I said
I’m so thankful that we ain’t dead
These last few years it seems like we’ve been cursed
But couldn’t things be so much worse?

Across the street, their kid is off to war
Two soldiers march up to their door
Two people scream, two people shout
You and me got nothing to cry about 2X