TOO MUCH

Lose yourself because of me
and follow true a heart that sees
everything you think you are
and everything you’re not.

Bruise yourself to shades of green
Because you’re lost in future dreams
Step right back to then become
everything you never thought
or imagined yourself to be.

I will spend the time it takes
Savor you until I shake
I promise you I will remain

Leaving is just too much.
Leaving is just too much.
Leaving is just too much.

Promise me you will complete
the verses and the music sheets
that track the words we’d love to say
we’re crippled when things do not stay…
Life never stays the same.

How cute the ravings of a tortured boy
Who cries and craves a sharper girl
He will wait for her to trust and after she arrives
They will pass through different times and question why they try
She will look into his eyes he will take her in his arms
And love will come, love will come, love will come…
…Alive!

Hateful things come out at last
Weep and claw and curse your past
I’ll love you with a brutal heart
The fear to try will stop and start
The trials will soon… Be Done!

I will spend the time it takes
savor you until I shake
I promise you I will remain
Beause leaving is just too much.

Leaving is just too much.
Leaving is just too much.
Leaving is just too much.

©1998 Chris Strompolos & Stromp Music / All Rights Reserved.

#inthetimeofliesandisolation #strompolos #toomuch

SOME THINGS TAKE TIME

No words just yet.  Dust and regret.
Step down from your throne.
I’ll try to get close to you.

Fill gaps with notes.  Set traps and drown in lost time.
Life swells in your throat.

The love you want
The love you need
when life is in its prime 
seems to hide
with age you find…

Some things take time.  
Some things take time.

Reach out to me.
I want you to see
that I’m waiting here
trying to clear my mind of fear
and lament.

The love you want .
The love you need.
when life is in its prime
seems to hide
with age you find…

Some things take time.  
Some things take time.

Watch the years
stack right up behind you.
Try to find the love you need
without a single clue.

How can I prove
my love for you?
I’ll step down from my throne
And make myself known to you.

The love you want .
The love you need.
when life is in its prime
seems to hide
with age you find…

Some things take time.  
Some things take time.

 

©2006 Lyrics and Music by Chris Strompolos / All Rights Reserved

#inthetimeofliesandisolation #strompolos #somethingstaketime

RETURN

Changing times have passed you by
With everything that you’ve learned
You still return and wonder why.

The heat of dreaming fire resides and burns our sockets blind
Your heart and mind, your heart and mind cannot align.

How many things can we truly remember?
The body we’re born with
so fragile and tender.
All the places and names
That you cannot rewind to.
Because time is closing in.

When will you return?
When will you return?

Opinions inside my head…so many things left unsaid
At home there’s blood to shed.

I am crystal chipped and stained.

How many things can we truly remember?
The body we’re born with
so fragile and tender.
All the places and names
That you cannot rewind to.
Because time is closing in.

Leave the letters of your name
in the place from where you came
Things are going change
when you bring the rules to their knees.

©1998 Chris Strompolos & Stromp Music / All Rights Reserved.

#inthetimeofliesandisolation #strompolos #return

LIFT

Tempted by roads painted in white
Yet following the gray.
You have misplaced the live desire
To live or go away.

You string your thoughts behind those eyes
And wear them like a chain.
To push aside the darkness which binds
Is a strength you cannot claim.

Crafting the day
worry enslaved
Vice has made you weaker
Holding your breath is heaven sent
But know when to release
Know when to release

Arch yourself above the thoughts
That bleed dark into your stare
I see demons and clipped wing angels
Lift your gaze up into mine
Lift your melancholy eyes
Heal your angels
then you’ll fly away.

Curling your hands into a fist
And wishing for escape.
Time doesn’t stop
but it’s changing you
Into a different shape.
Into a different shape.

Arch yourself above the thoughts
That bleed dark into your stare
I see demons and clipped wing angels
Lift your gaze up into mine
Lift your melancholy eyes
Heal your angels
then you’ll fly away.

Do you want to go home and be born again?
Do you need to hear a gentle whisper
Or be held while you sleep?
Would you like to change?
Would it feel strange
to be loved?

Lift your gaze up into mine.
Lift your gaze up into mine.
Lift your gaze up into mine.

©1998 Chris Strompolos & Stromp Music / All Rights Reserved

LEAVES WILL ALWAYS TURN

Early morning built of blue legendary words from you
As you rinse them from your mind
into a haven for the blind

I can’t…
reach you
…at all.

Let me sleep an hour more
sunrise moans and spreads its claws
Face me, give me one word
that’s not in ink
and doesn’t burn
No..no.

In a room for two
you rise to leave
I’m burning up
and breaking down.

In a room for two leaves will always fall.
But leaves will always turn.

Tucked beneath the wrinkled sheet
you call me over want me to meet
this little friend you know so well
lead us in and cast your spell.
Over me.

Early morning built of blue
legendary words from you
as you rinse me from your mind

…look ahead and look behind.
…look ahead and look behind.
…look ahead and look behind.
…look ahead and look behind.

Look ahead.

©1998 Chris Strompolos & Stromp Music / All Rights Reserved.

IN YOUR DREAMS

Baby cracked her eyes and the world was on its side
removed from joy and from her other half
she tried to sleep.

Yet the vacancy was such there just is no stable crutch
to hold a soul
that doesn’t feel like standing anymore.

She’d had love inside her life
the type of thing most strive to find.
She sat still and glanced ahead
her better half
she had laid to rest.

I’ll sing to you in your dreams
I hear your voice when you sing to me.
Memory alone is not love.
When you hear my voice we will rise above.

Above.

Often times she’d hear him sing
Whenever there came pleasant dreams
She would rush and she would try
to have the love
she felt so long ago.

Good morning precious angel
It’s been quite a while…
I sing inside your dreams
It’s the only time you smile.

I told you that I’d meet you here
I’ve waited long for you my dear.

The voice inside the soul
is something that you’ll keep
It’s something that you’ll keep.
Now it’s your time
Now it’s your time to rise.
Now rise.

I’ll sing to you in your dreams
Touching your face as you sing to me.
Memory alone is not love.
Now take my hand we will rise above.
Rise above, rise above.

Rise above.

©1998 Chris Strompolos & Stromp Music / All Rights Reserved.

 

I CAME HERE AS A KING

Securing my throne in a town where the dead shuffle endlessly
to cloth-covered cubes.

A tragedy to know why god placed me here with a purpose
but not see it through.

Wire and glass mine fields all around you
Each day is perpetual sting.

The grooves in the dirt on the sides of the city
lead to boots that are wearing a King.

Birds in my throat
singing strong notes
that are god’s but cannot be heard.

I’ve talked in circles and swallowed jewels
I’ve cursed the heavens and slept with fools
I’ll nail myself to everything.
I came here as a King.

Birds in my throat
singing strong notes
that are god’s but cannot be heard.

I’ve come full circle exhausted and broken
wishing to leave the earth
My history is sound
and sound is just math.
I’d like to rewind
to a time
well before my birth.

I’ve move in circles that talk of jewels
I curse the heavens and sleep with fools
I’ll nail myself to everything.
I came here as a King.
I came here as a King.

You’ve built your throne where you can rest
You’ve struck it rich and beat the best
You’ve paid your dues and passed the tests
But your kingdom’s plagued with lonliness.

I’m wearing circles adorned with jewels
My head i s crowned with my own rules
I released myself
from everything.

I came here as a King.
I came here as a King.
I came here as a King.
Now I leave you as…

©2000 Chris Strompolos & Stromp Music / All Rights Reserved

CROSSING

Your fragile shell
Has changed again.
Crossing to
Another plane.
Wait for me – we’ll meet again


We’ll joyfully reflect upon the end.
We’ll joyfully reflect upon the end.


Holding on
To what we fear
Because being free
Is not so clear.

You are divine – so come right in.


You will begin – another life again.
You will begin – another life again.


Introduce the chance to find
what makes you learn to take applause
turn to take your leave so that
you are prepared to start your…



Crossing – with a different skin
Crossing – to face your sins
Crossing – then drift –
drift…
in two.


Allow yourself to rise above
In this life – you’ve loved and won.
You earned the peace – that you’ll become.
We stand around – and cry until it’s done.
We stand around – and cry until it’s done.


Your center aches – with gaps of time
You blindly work – you waste your life
You never call – you never write.

You just cry yourself to sleep all through the night.


Staring through a sheet of ice.
To a world that waits on the other side.
Full of love you will prepare.
To cross again – there is no end to you.
To cross again – there is no end to you.


Cross again – there is no end to you.
Cross again – there is no end to you.
Cross again – there is no end to you.
Cross again – there is no end…


©2005 Chris Strompolos & Stromp Music / All Rights Reserved.

COME BACK TO ME – a.ka. ATOM

Atoms move and atoms skip from one sphere to the next
Love is formed within the heart through chips of glass and text

There are codes to set you straight, devote your heart to those
Ones that give you love, hold you up and make you grow.

You and I are working on the hate which does corrupt
Spin around wanting to fight and take and hurt
Open up and let the love move through your every part
Piece by piece recharge yourself, atone, forgive, restart.


Back to me. Come back to me. Please come back to me.
Go figure out what you’re trying to be.
Then please come back. Then please come back.
Please come back to me.


Standing still we wait for life to strip us of the light
Until we change the very that triggers us to fight
Love could be an algorithmic string we haven’t found
Hope that you we can feel it once before we’re placed into the ground.


Fight for love, chasing empty heroes
Light the fuse, leave it up to fate.
All our souls are trapped in ones and zeroes
I believe, we can begin again.


Don’t believe you’ll ever move at unforgotten speeds
When love collides inside a loop, it’s the only love you need.
There are deeper lines within your palms if you can read
Heal yourself and become a rare and dying breed.

Back to me. Come back to me. Please come back to me.
Go figure out what you’re trying to be.
Who you’re trying to be. Why you’re trying to be.
Then please come back.

Please come back
to me.

 

©1998 Chris Cas & Stromp Music / All Rights Reserved.

EVERYONE WANTS TO BE LOVED – a.k.a. THE CIRCUS

There’s a smile on a face that’s been loved everyday
Every heart that you know has pain tucked away.
Try to heal making sense of the life that you lead.
Come to find that’s its life leading you through a dream.
Stay inside singing songs to a world as it speeds right by you.

People waiting in line paying to find
The meaning that’s locked inside.

Got it made. Don’t complain. Paint a smile on your face.
It’s too late to rethink all the choices you’ve made.
Still you try and revise and painless escape.
You retrace the mistakes but you’re frozen in place.
Nothing’s wrong, laugh it off then you silence the child inside you.


Finding the truth
is a lonely pursuit
I don’t care who you are, who you know, or what you’ve done.

Everyone wants to be loved.


Everyone builds their days
around the dreams that they chase.
Spending time, saving face.
Search for love. Search for grace.


There’s a smile on a face that’s been loved everyday.
Every heart that you know has a need tucked away.
Try to love and survive any way that you can.
As the fear and the fire makes us strong in the end.
Feel the weight of the world lifting off of your shoulders again.


Finding the truth
is a lonely pursuit.

I don’t care who you are, who you know, or what you’ve done.

Everyone wants
Everyone wants
Everyone wants

To be loved.

 

©2005 Chris Strompolos & Stromp Music / All Rights Reserved.