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Manic Heart

by Richie Reinholdt

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released May 21, 2008

electric guitars and lead vocal - Richie Reinholdt
acoustic guitar and harmony vocals - Ted Lowe
electric bass - Mike Freemole
drums - Bruce Threlkeld
pedal steel guitar - Larry Chung

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BIO: "I played with a buncha bands.....I recorded a buncha albums..."
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Track Name: Tabloid Queen
She’s not the kind of girl to let her secrets show
She thinks that if you love her you’re just supposed to know
And she’ll never tell you what you doing wrong
She just makes a note on the letter to Dolly
She’s been writing for so long

She always looks for answers inside the magazine
On the rack at the check out line wake up tabloid queen

The Enquirer never told her she doesn’t understand
She thinks her body is all she has to hang on to her man
But his wondering eyes are traveling at the speed of light
Like a beacon on a stormy sea ships passing in the night

She always looks for answers inside the magazine
On the rack at the check out line wake up tabloid queen

One more night of questions asked in silent pain
One more round of denials he’s pretty good at this game
She whispers do you love me “C’mon honey what-a-ya think
Then waits for her to fall asleep and goes out for a drink

She always looks for answers inside the magazine
On the rack at the check out line wake up tabloid queen

She wonders if J-Lo ever walked this empty floor
The She buries her head in her pillow to cry a little more
One tear for the sorrow one more for the rain
A flood to wash all his lies spinning down the drain

She always looks for answers inside the magazine
On the rack at the check out line wake up tabloid queen
Track Name: On The Inside
I don’t like fighting long dead battles
Following the herd like a buncha cattle
I don’t like camping on burial grounds
I don’t like baggage and I don’t like debt
I don’t like wasting time on regret
I don’t like worries that just keep hanging round

I wanna float on the breeze sail on the tide
Take a shot at the moon when it rises tonight
Grab on to the wind and go a ride
I wanna count my blessings not my faults
Read the latest news with a grain of salt
Whispering rumours and truths collide
‘Till it all comes clean on the inside

I don’t like showing a knife my back
Or carrying a snowball in a paper sack
I don’t like getting drawn into a fight
I don’t like imaginary little black books
Picking at scabs with a rusty hook
I don’t give a damn whose wrong or right

I wanna float on the breeze sail on the tide
Take a shot at the moon when it rises tonight
Grab on to the wind take it for a ride
I wanna count my blessings not my faults
Read the latest news with a grain of salt
Whispering rumours and truths collide
‘Till it all comes clean on the inside
Yeah, I’m gonna cross my fingers and say I tried
Track Name: This Bottle
He sits alone in his shack thinking that she’s coming back
Though her goodbyes still ring in his ear
Lights a candle pours the wine it’s aniversary time
The same thing happens every single year

Wine for the sorrow and Gin for the tears
Two more shots of whiskey to wipe away the years
Although an ocean full dreams can’t erase the regret
With this bottle it’s easy to forget

Staring down at her past through reflections in her glass
She hears a husband’s thousand questions why
A child‘s diamond tears shatter on the kitchen floor
This glass is full of goodbyes

To this bottle I thee wed til death do us part
Happy ever after right up to closing time
Nothing in this world is more dear to my heart
With this bottle I’ll be doing fine
Track Name: Movin' On
She’s a girl in the middle of a family torn in two
Mom took off a while ago Dad don’t know what to do
She’s buried all those feelings deeper then the sea
But the brown of her eyes is blues as can be

Oh manic heart why do your change your mind
Always looking forward never behind
Blame needs a victim someone to cling to
Movin’ on it‘s all you can do

She thinks she’s to blame must’a done something wrong
She hasn’t seen her daddy smile for so long
If only she hadn’t broke that special plate
Forgot to mow the lawn or come home too late

People grow old and sometimes drift apart
And the rift between them tears through the heart
And though time usually heals the scars of goodbye
The future is cloudy from the mist in her eye
Track Name: People Like Us
Join the club join the party if you wanna have success
Be part of the gang that is better than the rest
If you’re not one of us you’ll never get ahead
We’re the Better People’s Association

All our kids wear uniforms to the proper schools of choice
They all answer yes with one collective voice
For a blending of progressive church and state
We’re the Better People’s Association

Because people like us rule the world
Proper breeding is the key
People like us have open minds
As long as you think just like me

We like liberal ideas as long as everyone’s the same
We rally the faithful in support of our game
Played strictly by the rules of conformity
We’re the Better People’s Association

We support the chosen few that fit in the mold
But we put ‘em in a drawer when they get old
To maintain the proper beauty standard
We’re the Better People’s Association
Track Name: No X
She never calls to say she’s leaving she just walks away
And when I see her in his arms she doesn’t have to say
How much she doesn’t care she’ll tell you even though
It’s something I already know

Well she’s not one for talking she leaves it all unsaid
There’s not much point in telling me what she once felt is dead
The fact that she’s moved on she’ll be glad to tell you so
It’s something I already know

Don’t ask her to remember she works hard to forget
For her sympathy is just a form of regret

There’s no shelter from these feelings no safe haven to hide
‘Cause the tempest that surrounds her just batters me inside
And her favorite game to play is watch the old guy squirm
I guess I’ve got more lessons to learn

Don’t ask her to remember she works hard to forget
Circumstantial evidence that hasn’t happened yet

I’ll be glad to forget her when she’s finally gone
And I won’t have to hear her name every time I turn around
I won’t have to pretend that I’m good at letting go
But I think that she already knows
It’s something she already knows
Track Name: Heroes
The traveling show the best game around
Is finally coming to town driving a savior train
The crowd gathers ‘round anticipation fills the air
But the Hero fails to please
Something went wrong today his mother passed away

Thumbs down turn around turn your back to his face
Put him back in his place
Let him crash and burn if he falls from grace

Ready for the game the gladiator stands
In the stadium that’s filled with rabid fans
While they sip their lemonade relaxing in the shade
A casual decision is made and the swords’ bloody blade
Conquers all desires

Thumbs down turn around turn your back to his face
Put him back in his place
Let him crash and burn if he falls from grace

The current favorite tribe beloved stars of the show
Provide vicarious thrills for inquiring minds that wanna know
But their joyous expectations shield a judges mask
Gnashing vengeful jaws
Tearing flesh from bone while the prisoner stands alone

And the walls are closing in the rain’s pouring down
Friends can’t be found
And the road back home washed out long ago

The heaven’s brightest star eventually falls from the sky
Another quickly appears ready to give it a try
But among the dying embers a fire that once burned bright
Once lighting up the night
An eternity of blame can never rekindle the flame

And the walls are closing in the rain’s pouring down
Friends can’t be found
And the road back home washed out long ago

It’s lonely at the top on that narrow pedestal
Worshipped by a public demanding one strict rule
That you drown yourself in excess fulfilling their desire
Fantasy for hire
No weaknesses allowed or you’ll face the angry crowd

And thumbs down turn around
They turn their backs to your face put you back in your place
They let you crash and burn when you fall from grace
Track Name: Be The One
Every time I see you you say you don’t want me
How can I get through when you won’t let me
Be the one to shine for you
Be the one you give it to

Let me be the one Let me be the one

Then I see you out with someone else
And here am I all by myself
Can’t you see I’m the one for you
Can’t you see what you put me through

And then you say you don’t care
I don’t believe you you’re not being fair
Let me show you something new
Let me show you what I can do

I don’t know how long I can take it
Without your love don’t think I’ll make it
Open up your heart and let me in
Open up your heart c’mon babe give in

If you’ll only give me give me one more chance
I’ll try to learn learn that secret dance
The one to make you make you change your mind
The one to make you forever mine

Every time I see you you say you don’t want me
How can I get through when you won’t let me
Be the one to shine for you
Be the one you give it to
Track Name: Random Accusations
When your casual denials turn monumental
And your manners of depression are all that pull you through
And your righteousness is so presidential
You’re a self-made martyr through and through

When all the saints refuse your collect phone calls
And return all your christmas cards
And everyone accuses you of building brick walls
You’re a self-made martyr standing guard

When your memories all run together like water color
And illusions become your daily bread
And you question happiness like a jealous lover
You’re a self-made martyr still in bed

When your nighttimes are always waiting for the sunrise
And your mornings are black as coffee
And the telephone only rings with surprise
You’re a self-made martyr sanctimoniously

When your indignation chokes you like a halter
And recognition saunters right on by
And no one genuflects at your altar
You’re a self-made martyr wondering why

When all of your pretensions cry for recognition
And you’re dying for a crumb of sympathy
And your boasts are just an act of contrition
You’re a self-made martyr like me
Track Name: Betty Lou
Hey now Betty Lou what’s come over you
You don’t act the way you used to
Come on Betty Lou what’s wrong with you
You don’t love me like you’re ‘sposed to

Quarter-back and the prom queen
You were the cheerleader of my passion dreams
But a careless night without a glove
Led me down the aisle pledging eternal love

Mortgaged life in a single-wide
Busted cars parked outside
But when the local called a strike I saw them picket lines
All around the life I thought was mine

With your diaper breath and bloodshot eyes
You wonder why I stay out all night
But when the baby cries with hunger pangs
I gotta get out here before I go insane

Ahh Betty Lou what’s come over you
You don’t act the way that you used to
Come on Betty Lou what’s wrong with you
You don’t love me like you’re ‘spose
Track Name: The Man
I’ll probably be famous as soon as I’m through
Knocking down the Berlin wall and inventing super-glue
If I have an extra minute, I’ll paint a master piece
Sell it for a million to a faceless priest
Maybe then the mirror will show me the man I could become

If I leave the tags on my pillow obey all traffic signs
Eat the crusts of my sandwich color between the lines
Write christmas cards to people I don’t even know
Cast my vote to decide which liar gets to run the show
Maybe then the mirror will show me the man I could become

And if I order a pizza for the address next door
Leave the toilet seat down and my clothes on the floor
Maybe if I chew with my mouth open wide
Pretend I’m in London and drive on the wrong side
Maybe then the mirror will show me the man I could become

And perhaps if I wear fancy dresses all the time
Drink lots diet-coke with seasoned salt and lime
Wear tons of make-up and red high heels
Glue the cell phone to my ear and converse in loud squeals
Maybe then the mirror will show me the man I could become

If I become a sailor and sail the seven seas
Find a gull to teach me all about the birds and the bees
I’ll get a tatoo on my chest with the image of a girl
Wearing a grass skirt and a lovely string of pearls
Maybe then the mirror will show me the man I could become
But the face in the mirror will only be a reflection