copyright © 2003 Cory Capron & Side Effects 
Crayon Canyons

Lyrics by Cory Capron
Music by "Side Effects"
Performed by "Side Effects" 11/14/03

Haven't had a call in ages - my friends, they don't come around here
I haven't heard a ripple in the wind, since the beginning of the year
The days are slow, the hours cruel Ð tomorrow wears infinites mask
Sweet child of my transcendence, have you come to fill my flask?
Fill my flask
Fill my flask...

Roadmap eyes, hunched and disfigured, the things we become alone
One hand scribbling words of hate, while the other rests by the phone
A king of hearts once now a jack of spades, with a closet to behold 
Oh can I burry all these skeletons before I catch my death of cold?
Death of cold
Death of cold...

(Chorus)
Lord I'm, down within the crayon canyons
With my, origami formed companions
Ripple in the wind tell me where you've been
Ripple in the wind tell me where you've been
Ripple in the wind tell me where you've been
I've been locked in a sinking palace

Every evening I'm a passenger Ð yes I ride the sapphire screen 
Looking only to turn off my mind with it's information stream
Another one-eyed emperor of lies, trembles with his aging might
The tribesmen guard the serpent god with machetes through the night
Through the night
Through the night...
Yeah, through the night
Through the night
Through the night...

(Chorus)

Well I can feel my soul is stagnant, don't even bother to read my mail
Might as well go about it all the way, somebody fetch a cross and nails
And though great paths I've seen before me, there on the other side of the glass
I hear an angle calling me from the street, but I let the moment pass
Let it pass
Let it pass...

(Chorus)

Ripple in the wind tell me where you've been
Ripple in the wind tell me where you've been
Ripple in the wind tell me where you've been
I've been locked in a sinking palace
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CORY'S NOTES:
Basically the song came out of just having a pretty lousy summer. Friends were out of town, vacation trip canceled, and so on. I was spending a lot of time in my head. It started out as one of those lonely country/folk songs. Actually, a lot of the stuff I was writing around then was kind of on the country side... at least when it wasn't on the Son House meets Tom Waits side. Maybe it was just that I had June Carter on my mind. The night she died I was sitting with a bunch of my friends around a campfire in West Virginia, singing "Ring of Fire" which I still get a little creeped out when I think about.

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