Southside Songs and Stories by Gregg Standridge Band

Standridge began playing drums when he was 14 and switched to mandolin after hearing the album "Every Picture Tells a Story" by Rod Stewart. He then picked up guitar with help from his friend Paul Hendrix. Hendrix showed him the basic chords and how to figure songs out by ear and Standridge began to play in old line country bands and rock bands in South Oklahoma City.

He then was granted the opportunity to study music at OCCC and USAO. He finished his formal education by earning a Masters Degree in Guitar Performance at OCU. After living in Los Angeles for one year Standridge moved back to the greater OKC area and then began writing and performing with the Norman based bands "Inspector 12 and "Doc and the Delivery Boys." After these 2 projects he began building his teaching studio which he still maintains today through McMichael Music. In 1995 he formed Stick People and recorded "Sticks and Stones" and then in 2002 He formed the Gregg Standridge Band and released "Dreamhouse."

Southside Songs and Stories features these folks and their various instruments of destruction.

Gregg Standridge - Guitar / Vocals

Wess McMichael - Guitar

Steve Tillman - Bass

Dean Brown - Drums / Percussion

Terry "Buffalo" Ware - Guitar / Mandolin

Alan Orebaugh - Guitar

Brian Eads - Guitar / Keys

Natashia Nottoli - Violin

Marisha Erickson - Vocals

Engineered and produced by BRIAN EADS

at

"Three Legged Dog Studios" in Norman, Ok.

Song Credits

1.BLUE HAT

Gregg - Guitar / Vocals

Wess - Guitar and Guitar Solo

Brian - Guitar

Steve - Bass

Dean - Drums

Marisha - Backing Vocals

2.FIVE FEET AWAY

Gregg - Guitar and Vocals

Steve - Bass

Dean - Drums

Marisha - Backing Vocals

3.DEVIL WONT DANCE

Gregg - Guitars and Vocals

Terry - Mandolin

Dean - Percussion

4.DO AS YOUR TOLD

Gregg - Guitar / Vocals and 1st Guitar Solo

Terry - Guitar Fills

Brian - 2nd Guitar Solo

Wess - Guitar thru the Leslie and 3rd Guitar Solo

Al - last Guitar Solo

Steve - Bass

Dean - Drums

5.STORY

( for Dad )

Gregg - Guitars and Vocals

Steve - Bass

Dean - Drums

Marisha - Backing Vocals

6.PLEA TO MONET

( for Sarah )

Gregg - Guitar and Vocals

Terry - Mandolin

Gregg - One Note Piano Solo

(Only took me 20 something takes too! )

7.HOME

( for Gabe )

Gregg Guitar and Vocals

Steve - Bass

Natashia - Voilin

Dean - Drums

Marisha - Backing Vocals

8.RUPERT AND JIM

( for Jaron and Gabe )

Gregg / Guitar and Vocals

Steve - Bass

Natashia - Violin

Dean - Drums

9.CIRCUS

Gregg - Guitars and Vocals

Brian - Keyboards

Steve - Bass

Dean Drums / Percussion

10.SMILE BENEATH THE WAVES

Gregg - Guitar / Keys and Vocals

Wess - Amazing Leslie Guitar Solo

Steve - Bass

Dean - Drums

Marisha - Vocals

Lyric Sheet

For

SOUTHSIDE SONGS and STORIES

All songs written by Gregg Standridge

Blue Hat

There's dirt trail, slapping on the bottom of my feet. Dirt trail 'neath my feet.

I know, I can't take the time to hide myself. Dirt trail, 'neath my feet.

There's a red sun, falling down into a mountain side. Red sun falling down.

I wish, it would hurry to its darkness. Red sun, falling down.

There's some hoof beats, thundering along my red dirt trail, hoof beats on my trail.

I wish, they would turn around and let me be. Hoof beats, on my trail.

There's a Blue Hat, up ahead along my red dirt trail. Blue Hat on my trail.

I know, I will die upon my red dirt trail. Blue Hat, on my trail. Blue Hat on my trail.

Five Feet Away

White dreams of days gone by, she holds them down, below the ground.

Cries like a little girl she never was she hopes to be.

Full page and color free, she's waiting there, for all to see.

Have ya seen her? On her stage. Take your moments. Five feet away.

Tempered by His southerness, he steps into, his violence.

screams at a grocery line, the checker waits, to ride the pine.

Falls back he laughs them down, they will not take, his thorny crown.

Take your fingers. Make your face. Take your moments. Five feet away.

Crazy girl better watch your step, better watch your ways.

Take your colors, take your colors, put them on your face.

Fearless she holds his stare, his history is lying there.

Cries like a little boy, he never was, he'll never be,

Each takes the hand of God, as close as they may come to be.

Take your fingers, make your face, take your moments, Five feet away. Five feet away.

Have you seen her? On her stage. Take your moments. Five feet away.

Devil won't Dance

Well the devil, he was dancing in my living room till about six a.m.

He made me an offer, and when I turned him down he kicked my TV. in.

All the cartoon characters fell out on the ground.

they were gasping for air, they couldn't speak a sound.

so I picked em all up and I threw em back in

and then they smiled at me with their silly grins

There's a salesman, he was knocking on my window way before the dawn.

Had a stack of Bibles, and he told me if I bought one he could probably get me in

Said his radar had shown, I was in a tail spin.

He was sent to my home, to bail me out again.

So I bought me a box and he said thanks,

but when I sat down to read all the pages went blank

Well my brother, he had a black mark on his back since he was a little boy.

And he was graced with kindness, but when the world got mean he refused to understand.

And I think that he, was just to good for this world.

and a Southside angel sang, and a Chevy backed fired.

I think his hotel room was like the key to a door, where the devil won't dance.

Do As Your Told

I heard a new poet, words like shifting sand.

Poured 'em from a bottle, spilt some on his hands.

I know I've sinned in words, I'll never live it down.

I know someday I'll have Twain's ghost to, slap me around.

But I'm getting along, I know the deal.

Pretty lights, saxophones and tattoos on your teeth.

I never had no money, I never had to be heard.

Till I heard the voice of Nashville whispering these words.

Ya be a good boy Ya do as your told ya might get to lip sink at the super bowl.

Ya be a good boy Ya do as your told ya might get to lip sink at the super bowl.

As I slip into a bright red sun these visions fill my head.

Hank and Johnnie's words lying on the pavement dead.

I bent to pick em up, but they got blown away.

Then all the people on the street began to dance and sway.

Ya be a good boy Ya do as your told ya might get to lip sink at the super bowl.

Ya be a good boy Ya do as your told ya might get to lip sink at the super bowl.

Story

A man told me stories when my life had but a page.

Now he's like a dream I had, a million miles away.

Trouble always comes in threes and I've seen it go that way.

Threes and six and nines have come and the twelves are on the way.

Tell me a story. Make a happy ending, that would be ok.

Tell me a story. Take me out of my head, cause the dark is on the way.

I went up the dream house and the moon it lit my way.

Keyhole staring back at me like a crazy runaway.

Picking locks like Goldilocks well the bears have moved away.

Take a little hand me down and wash my sins away.

Tell me a story. Make a happy ending, that would be ok.

Tell me a story. Take me out of my head, cause the dark is on the way

Night time used to be a time when I would dream away.

Slipping off with kings and queens in a magic cabaret.

Now I sit till three o'clock with a TV. in my way.

Thinking 'bout that man, when I used to say.

Tell me a story. Make a happy ending, that would be ok.

Tell me a story. Take me out of my head, cause the dark is on the way.

Plea to Monet

Mr. Monet, I have seen your work. Yes its all quite beautiful but... I need your help.

Can you paint a door for me. I could walk right through?

My girl lives behind your frames, and I can't get through.

'Cause the pretty pretty pictures that she likes to take a walk inside they.. don't need me

won't let me walk through.

I have seen her, in your garden scenes. Pressing flowers in her books, singing softly.

I don't believe she thinks of me, were she hides.

I would do most anything, to get inside.

'Cause the pretty pretty pictures that she likes to take a walk inside they.. don't need me,

don't see me.

No the pretty pretty pictures that she likes to take a walk inside they.. don't need me

won't let me walk through.

Wait for me, wait for me I hear her sing, wait for me, wait for

Home

The Illinois she rises hard to meet the rain, swirling like a dancer.

I wash my hands and face, rise to meet the day. A window has awoken.

I used to think that I might walk away. Just be easier alone.

Shadows whispering its all in vane.

Then you look that way, you look that way, I know I have a home.

Walking through this concrete masquerade. They think they got an answer.

I like to feel the ground below my feet. I keep trying to remember.

I used to think that I might walk away. Just be easier alone.

Shadows whispering its all in vane.

Then you look that way, you look that way, I know I have a home.

You took my hand and smiled at me I know where I belong.

Standing on the banks, we choose our stones with care. Throw them on the water.

Laughing as we search for treasure on the shore. I still get filled with wonder.

I used to think that I might walk away. Just be easier alone.

Shadows whispering its all in vane.

Then you look that way, you look that way, I know I have a home.

You took my hand and smiled at me I know where I belong.

Rupert and Jim

Rupert and Jim, took a walk along a little used dirt trail.

Looking for the rails, 'cause their work here is just about done.

All sunsets fall, in the same general direction.

Al train tracks know the way.

Jim was the one, who would poor out the groceries on my kitchen floor.

Rupert he never was one for trouble.

They come and go, like the rain on this flat land I love.

Seems like they're gone, more and more.

Rupert and Jim didn't have any possessions.

They each had a friend, and good friends never forget.

Early one morning, they met out on the Red River bridge.

Started looking for the tracks.

Rupert and Jim, took a walk along a little used dirt trail.

Looking for the rails, 'cause their work here its all done.

All sunsets fall, in the same general direction.

All train tracks know the way.

All train tracks know the way.

All train tracks know the way.

Circus

I live in a circus that's me and you. I like the Peanuts and the cotton candy too.

Ill Sing the songs anyway ya want me to.

Paint a smile upon my face. Watch the clown keep falling down.

I live in the circus that's called me and you. I like the Big Top and I like the midgets too.

Ill carry the elephants around if ya want me too.

Paint a smile upon my face. Watch the clown keep falling down.

Never new a moment when I needed a net.

Swing from bar to bar. Landing on a wire. never looking down, never looking down.

I fell in the circus that people call me and you. The drummer played real loud as I tumbled down from the blue. Never felt a thing as the ground I fell right through.

As my top hat floated down, children shed their tears, mothers stood and wailed, and the husbands looked so strong, and I never once was nervous, as my top hat hit the ground.

Smile Beneath the Waves

You've punctured all your memories, wrapped em up in heavy, bitter rusted chains.

Sailed your little ship in the moonlight, throw em out and watch them sink into the

bottom of the lake. Bottom of the lake. Shine in your dismay, smile beneath the waves.

The till feels good in your hands, as you point it towards the monsters foaming wake.

Lake patrol they've come to stop you. But you'll never let them take you to a better place.

To a better place. Shine in your dismay, smile beneath the waves.

Righteous you stand in battle pose. Sun glistens off your swords.

Enemies swarm your bow but you. You know what's right you know what's true, ya only did what you had to do.

See the monster crush your flailing boat. Watch the water swirling round your

nervous feet.

Lake patrol they make a futile last attempt, as they catch your last true smile, beneath the

waves. Smile beneath the waves. Shine in your dismay, smile beneath the waves.

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