Breathe Easy 
words and music by Gabrielle Louise 

There's a way this old house speaks to me, 
there's a way the floor boards groan, 
there's a comfort in the quiet 
I keep when I'm alone! 

But I spend half my time 
just wondering what's behind those pretty blue eyes.  
You give me prickles and pins 
all over my skin 
with your Saturday smile. 

I'm not asking to settle down, 
You can come and go as you please,  
But inside your kiss I drown... 
I drown and I breathe, 
breathe and I drown, 
drown and I breathe. 

Out in the open desert 
there's a warm and reverent glow,  
a strength and a sorrow 
in the way the shadows grow. 

And it feels just fine not to need you tonight, 
(I'm just doing my thing) 
but when you come back by 
I'm gonna treat you like you're my centerpiece. 
My centerpiece! 

I'm not asking to settle down, 
You can come and go as you please,  
But inside your kiss I drown... 
I drown and I breathe, 
breathe and I drown, 
drown and I breathe. 

Breathe easy. 
Baby you can breathe easy with me  
when you come around. 

I'm not asking to settle down, 
You can come and go as you please,  
But inside your kiss I drown... 
I drown and I breathe, 
breathe and I drown, 
drown and I breathe. 

And it fills me up to feel so good, 
yeah it fills me up to feel so good, 
oh it fills me up to feel so good and to feel so... free.
 

Cherish Sincerity 
words and music by Gabrielle Louise 

In the mid October sky all the birds are takin' flight around four o'clock, 
and all the beasts on the ground hunker down in their beds of straw. 

He cracks the kindling, and I set the kettle on to boil. 
We sit by the window, watch the wind blow. 

The moonlight laying on the land like a gentle hand resting on my knee. 
Oh, just to know that he's there, just to know that he cares,  
it lifts me. 
It's a gift to me --  
Cherish Sincerity. 

We wake up to a whining in the middle of the night, around four o’clock. 
The dog has heard a mountain lion screaming like a siren out on the rocks 

So he cracks the kindling, and I set the kettle on to boil. 
We sit by the window, watch her move through the shadow 

and moonlight laying on the land like a gentle hand resting on my knee. 
Oh, just to know that he's there, just to know that he cares, 
it lifts me. 
We don't have to speak 

The eyes do not think of how to see. 
The lungs do not think of how to breath. 
The ears do not think of how to hear. 
Some things are clear: 

The moonlight laying on the land, a gentle hand resting on my knee. 
Oh, just to know that he's there, just to know that he cares, 
It lifts me. 
It's a gift to me -- 
Cherish Sincerity. 

 

Someone Else’s Life 
words and music by Gabrielle Louise 

Mariana wakes up before me, and moving lightly 'cross the floor, 
she hardly makes a sound as she pulls the curtain down 
so I can sleep a little more. 

Mariana steps into the morning, Dice "hola" a Luis. 
I can hear them on the ground, thirteen stories down, 
laughing in the street. 

And it must be noon 
by the time I move 
from the room. 

And it's nearly five 
when I open up the blinds, 
let in the light! 

I wanna wash up on the shore of him, cause I'm feeling tiny and half-drowned, 
but for now I tread time inside of Someone Else's Life, 
feels like I'm waiting to be found. 

Oooh, the sea is still. 
Oooh, what do I feel? 

Mariana's packing up her memories because he asked, and she's sure. 
Now they're fussing over rings, and everything she'll bring 
is in boxes on the floor. 

And I'm trying to recognize that it's not fair to him:  
to come around when I'm feeling torn. 
So for now, my heart hides inside of someone else's life, 
inside of someone else's... 

Worlds below me 
settle slowly 
into coals. 

and all the people in the park 
lifting children in their arms, 
it's getting dark. 

I want to wrap him up around me, wear him til he's worn. 
But for now my heart beats inside of someone else's dream, 
and mine is waiting to be born. 
 

Love on the Rocks  
words and music by Gabrielle Louise 

Oh the hour is getting restless, 
the second hand just pounds. 
I load up my defenses, 
you load up on the town. 

If you don’t head home broken  
it’s cause you’ll head home fixed,  
mouthing something lowball 
taking little nips! 

It’s just when I let my guard down, 
man, you’re taking shots. 
You just like your lovin’  
on the rocks. 

It always seems so harmless,  
just something to relax, 
but it’s crazy how life mocks you now,  
melting in your glass. 

I remember when I met you 
I thought you liked love neat? 
Didn’t take a nightcap, man, 
to crawl between the sheets. 
Oh I might shake it up or stir it once  
with something posh, 
but you just like your lovin’  
on the rocks. 

Some daddies take a pick me up, 
and it was gin and tonic in your mamma’s cup, 
But your mind, it ain’t never mixed, 
oh man, there’s only one thing gives your grin that twist: 
It's straight up, yeah, and always well, 
cause you don’t have the money for that high shelf!  

It’s just when I let my guard down 
I hear the bottle pop. 
You just like your lovin’  
on the rocks. 
 

Waiting to Give 
words and music by Gabrielle Louise 

I don't want to be your saving grace! 
I couldn't anyway, even if I tried. 
Damn right I want no one taking your place, 
but honey I'm hurt now, and honey I'm tired. 

I stopped counting on someday, 
I'm not waiting on one day, 
I'm just walking from yesterday 
with my back to the wind. 

And you'll find your own way, 
your own way to celebrate 
every blessing that today 
is just waiting to give. 

I'm not the kinda woman to just jump ship. 
I couldn't anyway, even if I tried. 
But I've been down here searching at the bottom of it 
like the God-damn anchor to which you're tied. 

I stopped counting on someday, 
I'm not waiting on one day 
I'm just walking from yesterday 
with my face in the sun. 

And you'll find your own way, 
your own way to celebrate 
every victory that today 
has already won. 

So stop counting on someday, 
waiting on one day, 
and angry with yesterday? 
Babe, that's no way to live. 

Oh, we'll find our own way, 
our own way to celebrate 
every present that today 
is just waiting to give. 

Oh, we'll find our own way, 
our own way to celebrate 
every present that today 
is just waiting to give. 

If the Static Clears 
words and music by Gabrielle Louise 

Well he thinks he’s got it figured out 
He thinks he’s got it pegged 
I’m someone he can do without 
If there’s static in his head 

He says he’s got it all worked out 
But most nights are the same 
He’ll bolt and lock his tired heart 

Forget about the way 
we made the day roll by so easy 

And maybe we are a story now 
I have told too many times 
And maybe he’s an anxious breeze 
whispering 
in the wind chimes 

Some days I take it all to heart 
Break right down and cry 
Some days I take it like a pill 
Swallow it with pride 

The only way to tell him now 
About the things I feel 
Is to dress them up in melodies 
So if the static clears 

It’s playing on the radio 
After the morning news 
Or maybe in a dream he had 

About the way 
We made the day roll by so easy 

 
 

Graveyard Ballet 
words and music by Gabrielle Louise 

She moves through the crowded streets 
Satin slippers on her feet 
She comes every Sunday 
Brings a bouquet 

Slipping through the iron gate 
The dying day rests in golden rays 
Filing down the aisles 
To the seat that is saved 
With her name, for... 

The Graveyard Ballet 
The Graveyard Ballet 
Tonight he is dancing 
In the Graveyard Ballet 

The Graveyard Ballet 
The Graveyard Ballet 
Tonight he is dancing 
In the Graveyard Ballet 

the chatter of a passing breeze 
Falls to the hush of remembering 
Now every set without him 
Built of paper-mache 

The night conducts a melody 
A symphony stirs in the leaves 
She can feel him lift her by the waist 
When the shadows play 

The Graveyard Ballet 
The Graveyard Ballet 
Tonight they are dancing 
In the Graveyard Ballet 

The moon drops like a spotlight 
On the cemetery stage 
The clouds part like a curtain for 
The Graveyard Ballet 

If you’re the type for listening 
You can hear the crinoline sway, in 

The Graveyard Ballet 
The Graveyard Ballet 
Tonight they are dancing 
In the Graveyard Ballet 

She will lay down beside him 
And the kings of this cruel world 

We all will share the same bed that we’ve made 
We’ll all go dancing 
In the Graveyard Ballet
 

No Moon at All  
words and music by Gabrielle Louise and Justin Evan Thompson 

After Frida no one ever loved Diego 
Like a fire in a wheat field 
Under a fountain of stars. 
When they first kissed 
The streetlamps sparked 
And dimmed... 

You’ve seen the sun’s lonely milkpan daughter  
Thrown a stone, watched her dance on the water  
Heard her ring in the sky like an old bell  
Watched her wane to a white-washed seashell  
She turns her head now to hide her crying 
And reflect that we all live dying -- 
No Moon at All 

“Come down! Come down!” Frida cried at the scaffold 
“Come to the ground from your painted chapels!” 
Some said their love was a dove and a bullfrog 
A girl so fair shouldn’t care for an old dog 
But without him the night wore a dark cloak 
And in despair all the hours of the clock broke -- 
No Moon at All 

Though pain and grief gripped the hand of Frida  
Insistia en allegria 
She paints her face, fills her hair full of flowers 
And reflects in her final hours -- 
No Moon at All 

Viva la Vida! (Que viva!) 
Long live life! 
Viva la Vida! (Que viva!) 
Long live life! 

You’ve seen the sun’s lonely milkpan daughter  
Thrown a stone, watched her dance on the water  
Heard her ring in the sky like an old bell  
Watched her wane to a white-washed seashell  
She turns her head now to hide her dying, 
Every star in the sky is crying -- 
No Moon at All 

After Frida no one ever loved Diego 
Like a fire in a wheat field 
Under a fountain of stars. 
When they first kissed 
The streetlamps sparked 
And dimmed. 
 

Another Round on Me 
words and music by Gabrielle Louise 

The bandaids are off 
The babies are grown 
The bible was a game of telephone  
My shrink said “get out,” 
My man said “stay home” — 
Let's have Another Round on Me! 

The bums are all crazy 
But the politicians are insane 
We’re painting picket signs 
In the pouring rain 
They say “The more folks are sick, 
The more the doctor get paid!” -- 
Let's have Another Round on Me. 

Upside down! 
Everything is upside down. 
Inside out! 
Lord, it’s inside out. 
So let's have another  
Bring it to me, brother... 

There’s coke in the cradle 
Debt in the grave. 
The buddhists are boring 
Yeah, and the Christians are saved! 
Send me straight to hell because I’d rather get laid -- 
Let's have Another Round on Me. 

Upside out! 
Everything is upside out. 
Inside down. 
Lord, it’s inside down. 

Well the bourbon is gone now 
There’s no bees in the breeze 
There’s a little boy living 
On a million machines 
And his mamma’s in the lobby 
Reading fashion magazines! -- 
Let's have Another Round on Me. 

We’ll butter all the clocks, 
Butcher all the locks, 
Oh, we lost the keys 
Betting on baseball cards, 
Batting in the racing yard, 
And there’s no turn on green! 
Our youth is going poof! In a cloud of perfumes, 
The factory of fantasies is an empty room. 
Pour me some propaganda in my Disney cartoon -- 
Let's have Another Round on Me! 
 

Not Dead Enough to Bury 
words and music by Gabrielle Louise 

If I was on your mind 
Would you shut it off like a light? 
Would you lock it out like the night? 
If I was on 

If you were ever moved by me 
Would you shake it off like a dream? 
Would you burn it back like a weed? 
If you were moved 

When our hearts are 
Sorted in chambers 
Organized in 
Neat little cages 

Let your perspective 
Interconnect, and 
They’ll be nobody 
Left unaffected 

Cause darling when your soul awoke 
I saw you crush it out like a smoke 
I heard you laugh it off like a joke 
When your soul awoke 

And all your fantasies 
You shot em down like casualties 
You spit ‘em out like seeds 
Shoved ‘em back with a drink 
And a drink, and a drink... 

Still they circle round you like rain 
Shudder like a hundred passing trains 
Oh, you can drag this to the grave 
But everyday it’s heavier to carry. 
Or you can watch it all ignite 
The very moment you decide 
You haven’t really been alive, 
Your just not dead enough to bury. 

When our hearts are  
Sorted in chambers  
Organized in 
Neat little cages  

Let your perspective  
Interconnect, and  
They’ll be nobody  
Left unaffected 

When our hearts are 
(Circling like rain) 
Sorted in chambers 
(like a hundred passing trains) 
Organized in neat little cages 
(And everyday they’re heavier to carry) 

Let your perspective 
(Watch it all ignite) 
Interconnect, and 
(The very moment you decide) 
Goddamn, you’re not alive, 

You’re not dead enough to bury 
(Not yet, not yet!) 
You’re not dead enough to bury.

 

Where Love Lives 
words and music by Gabrielle Louise 

He’s leading Layla ‘cross the pasture on a palomino 
While the cobalt dusk is draining into night 
And her seven year old sister rides alone now 
Tomorrow you’ll go hiking in the high country 
Just your family 

Through the meadows tossed in colored constellations  
A stained glass window shattered ‘cross the sky 
How could you ever wonder if he loves you? 
Look at all the evidence the universe provides 

It sure seems to me 
That when he looks at you he sees 
His bride. 

You’re dreaming up more roses for the garden 
While the girls are finding frogs down in the creek 
And tomorrow you’ll be canning up the harvest 
Well into the winter you will feast 

On every shade of squash that’s laying ‘cross your table 
While every toy they have is laying round the room 
How could he ever wonder if you love him? 
With all of this abundance surrounding you 

Oh it sure seems to me 
That when you look at him you see 
Your groom. 

I’m watching you 
sweet, but strong 
And I’m seeing him 
firm, but kind. 
All you had to have in common 
Is the will to give 
And the heart to build a home 
Where Love Lives. 

You had a vision I was laying down in labor 
Candles in the room, a few friends by my side 
If my road unfolds half as well as yours has 
I’ll quietly be smiling when I die 

And now I’m walking with myself down in your pasture 
The tides are high and swirling ‘cross an ocean of stars 
And I wonder if the day is really coming 
When my babies run barefoot in the yard 

I hope I am 
sweet, but strong. 
He’ll have to be 
firm, but kind. 
All we have to have in common 
is the will to give 
And the heart to build a home 
Where Love Lives.