Casey Hallas Art

Peas in a Pod

Same untied shoes,
Same licking wounds;
Yeah put me in
the damaged camp;
And when my hands
shoot rubber bands;
Delinquent with
a faith in me.

We are just two peas in a pod
you and i, you and I, you and I;
Some peas just roll the same,
you and i, you and I, you and I.

Same heart attack,
Same bones we know;
Same frozen face
down in the snow.
My new guitar,
A classic tone;
And I need
what I don’t know.

We are just two peas in a pod
you and i, you and I, you and I;
Some peas just roll the same,
you and i, you and I, you and I.

Some day our kitchen
Filled with light;
And friends come here
To sit for wine;
A body for
a waking mind;
Touching you
Not biding time.

We are just two peas in a pod
you and i, you and I, you and I;
Some peas just roll the same,
you and i, you and I, you and I.

And then again
you raise your own;
And they forgot
to understand.
How heavenly
the flowerpot
I have wings
and wind below.

We are just two peas in a pod
you and i, you and I, you and I;
Some peas just roll the same,
you and i, you and I, you and I.

Nobody’s Perfect

You used to say you’d be my bride;
I used to think you’d change my life.
And when you see me smile again;
Remember when I was your friend.

Nobody’s perfect except for Jesus Christ

Life was set I had it made;
I’d quit my job and start again.
And when we went to buy a house;
I found the debt you lied about.

Nobody knows you quite like Jesus Christ

You just need to get a job;
Get some help and take your medicine.
Instead you cheat and pound your chest;
I feed the girls in curls you left.

Nobody loves you quite like Jesus Christ.
Nobody knows you quite like Jesus Christ.
Nobody’s perfect except for Jesus Christ.

Half of Everything

Say you want a bookmark, I was just a book;
Say you want your jacket, I was just a hook.
Then you want a fire, fires they need fuel;
Then you want the desert until you learn it’s dry.

Baby, you get half of everything;
Baby, you get half of everything;
Maybe, you get half of everything;
Maybe you’re half of what I need.

Say you want an oilman, oilman got gas;
Say you want a funny man ’cause funny makes me laugh.
I think you want a wall, walls come tumbling down;
You run and then you fall, because he pushes back.

Baby, you get half of everything;
Baby, you get half of everything;
Maybe, you get half of everything;
Maybe you’re half of what I need.

Say you want a racecar, racecars they go fast;
I think you are the tin man, he doesn’t have a heart.
I think you want a wall, walls come falling down;
I said I’d give you everything, instead you just want half.

Baby, you get half of everything;
Baby, you get half of everything;
Maybe, you get half of everything;
Maybe you’re half of what I need.
Oh baby you get half of everything!
Baby you get half of everything!
Baby you get half of everything.

Smokey Eyes

Turn around and walk away,
Turn around and walk away;
You know I love your smokey eyes.

Turn around and walk away,
Turn around and walk away;
You know I love your smokey eyes.

Just like in Lucky Magazine;
See the world turn brown from green.
Though I’m wishing you would stay,
I will rise and learn to love again;
I will rise and learn to love again;

Turn around and walk away,
Turn around and walk away;
You know I love your smokey eyes.
Turn around and walk away,
Turn around and walk away;
You know I love your smokey eyes.

It is love, or it’s disaster;
I don’t care as long you wear it.
It would be a crime of passion
Not to hold you in my arms,
Not to hold you in my arms.

Turn around and walk away,
Turn around and walk away;
You know I love your smokey eyes.
Turn around and walk away,
Turn around and walk away;
You know I love your smokey eyes.

Don’t know why and if you’re crying;
Don’t know when or why you’re lying.
Need a fork because I’m done;
Baby when you coming home,
Oh baby, when you coming home?

Self Central

touch me I’ll touch you back
love me I love your hat
talk to me like I was someone
not just another boy sad in a corner

there was a day
when everyone was free
we felt the air and we had memory
like a psalm or satellite up in a tree
we throw things down
and I wanted just one day of grace
not a runaway or another lie
every man and all her sons
deciding what you all would want
you and them the worldly friend
taken from the innocent

can’t I just
smile and hope
they know
the seeds to grow?
are you what
I see or a body
without strings?

self central down on my knees
self central pray for man
because his dirt is dirty man
with your blood and
burning man