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Sympathetic Overdrive

by The American Professionals

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Warm up begins The field is clear and clean of land mines Hey! Wake up! Go! Now! No Stopping No! We’re off the blocks Anticipation teased Near miss Our scrimmage minds We take the bait Chomp on that line Hey! Wake up! Go! Now! No Stopping Hey! No! Hey! Giddyup! Hey! No break for you Step on it (repeat) Monologue of our lives Debates of brilliance Problem solved Listen with heart Sincerity that breaks the mold Hooked, lined and sunk Roll through the muck That bogs our bootstraps down The vortex spews A spiral view you can’t pull out The final trap The end approach That never nears Braces which force A smile reality Hides behind Chorus 2x Music and lyrics by Cheryl Hendrickson and Chuck Lindo ©2017 Charlie in the Box Music All rights reserved
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The Story 03:11
We met so long ago Naivety a strengthening bond With paths that mixed and intertwined And every “Y” we hit An answer seemed to always appear Or was it just compromise You do what you do, I see what I see Ever the two shall met I do what I do, you see what you see Somehow it works in the end We do what we do, we see what we see The basis of commonality At times we twist and shout Keep toxic air from settling near Divulging truth to come the fear They say to each their own We stumble down into a detente Keep separation to a minimum You do what you do, I see what I see Ever the two shall met I do what I do, you see what you see Somehow it works in the end We do what we do, we see what we see The basis of commonality Together we grow, learn to respect Forgive and forget never who’s best Building for strength taking some risks Sometimes you win, sometimes you lose Mostly we just break even As we grow old and gray Reality a sobering bond With hopes and dreams we soldier on A simple touch reminds Don’t take ourselves to seriously True love outlasting the millennium You do what you do, I see what I see Ever the two shall met I do what I do, you see what you see Somehow it works in the end We do what we do, we see what we see The basis of commonality
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Do something Just do something Do something All I wanted was to set things right But things don’t seem so wrong anymore All I needed was everything But I can’t remember what I needed it for Do something Just do something Do something It wasn’t where I needed it to be And just like last time That was up to me Do something Just do something Do something (do me a favor and) Do something Just do something Do something (do yourself a favor) Sedimentary layers of little things Over little things Over little things Sentimental piles of wires and springs Buttons and string Do something Just do something All I wanted was to set things right Do something Just do something Do something (do me a favor and) Do something Just do something Do something (do yourself a favor) Do something Just do something Do something (do us all a favor) Sedimentary layers of little things Over little things Over little things Sentimental piles of wires and springs Over little things Over little things But things don’t seem so wrong anymore But things don’t seem so wrong anymore Music and lyrics by Chuck Lindo ©2017 Charlie in the Box Music All rights reserved
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Some people mess with academics and lectures Continue growing Yet somehow I find myself waiting behind Is it laziness or fear? Will you take the time to hear My dilemma year to year? The promise and drive Of an eager young child With a need to please Dove straight into challenges No preconceived notions Tried anything Successes more failures Pubescent barbed fences Shot through her mind Found bits or her confidence Stuck in the wire Was it laziness or fear? Did they take the time to hear Her dilemma closing near? Walking, reimagining a life that’s not mine Running from reality until my lungs bleed dry Say it’s a sickness from which I won’t hide No doctors no medicines No cure for this disease Discovered a sameness The teen years seemed blameless Yet disquiet hovered Inflicted self-pressure Convinced nothing better Got BS in four Took off on her sojourn Of culture and musings Direction sought A world full of options Came back more confused Called it laziness not fear Someone took the time to hear Her dilemma now was clear Walking, reimagining a life that’s not mine Running from reality until my lungs bleed dry Say it’s a sickness from which I won’t hide No doctors no medicines No cure for this disease Break up all the patterns constricting Cool wash of symbiosis returns Put up your dukes and fight Don’t let it run your life The struggle between you and you The science confounding Tried hawking some clothing Then imagery Melodies haunting But the business seemed daunting Stayed an underling A search never ending Just sitting pretending A focus found Chasing nebulous goals That keep drifting away Might be laziness or fear Thanks for taking the time to hear My dilemma year to year Walking, reimagining a life that’s not mine Running from reality until my lungs bleed dry Say it’s a sickness from which I won’t hide No doctors no medicines No doctors no medicines Words and music by Cheryl Hendrickson ©℗ 2017 Charlie in the Box Music, ASCAP All rights reserved
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Regret 04:34
And how I began with heart so full And how I ignored portent restored And how I regret the time not loving you So easily I gave of me imagining the view A picturesque admiring a want to be my hero Who found herself submerged in dark And blinded by the light of dread The first time I fell through the hungry abyss Believing it was meant to be seen only through my eyes Foolishly transforming me A race that I could never win Hope you let drag on too long Deny even knowing you’re wrong Love that can poison a piece of your heart A numbness that you rely on Keep up all pretense of closure Repaint the mask every time Mistakes from lessons you chose not to learn Notes from your epitaph rewind He introduced me to many waves that kept us closely tied Frustration rose our divergent trails Grew disappointment I crumbled Callously turned away a stubbornness retained from him She was always there supporting me each juncture that I took So selfishly misunderstood her breathless desire Cowardly experienced a loss that broke me To the core Hope you let drag on too long Deny even knowing you’re wrong Love that can pierce a piece of your heart A numbness that you rely on And how I began with heart so full And how I ignored portent restored And how I regret the time not loving Music and lyrics by Cheryl Hendrickson ©2017 Charlie in the Box Music All rights reserved
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Baby you deserve the best The top of the class My education won’t do when it comes to loving you I wanna learn to love you to a higher degree I’ll study night and day just to keep you here with me With help from up above My thesis will be on your love I’m going for my Masters in loving you I’d have to be summa cum laude To make love to you proudly My dissertation you will hear I’ll whisper in your ear I wanna learn to love you to a higher degree I’ll study night and day just to keep you here with me With help from up above My thesis will be on your love I’m going for my Masters in loving you My notebooks are full I read them every night Before I go to bed and dream that I’m with you I trust my heart will do the rest And then I’ll pass this test And move on to my PhD soon But right now, I’m going for my Masters in loving you I’ll administrate your business With my academic fitness I’ll linger for a while Become a real you-ophile I wanna learn to love you to a higher degree I’ve studied night and day I hope that you can see With evaluation thereof My thesis will be on your love I’m going for my masters in loving you Music and lyrics by Chuck Lindo ©2017 and 2006 Charlie in the Box Music
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Civic Living 03:18
How did I wind up here? No time for that now Get in to this cocoon To think things through And now I have to move How long can I be here? No time for that now This rolling room Will have to do And now I have to move Letters and shoes Things I can’t lose I cling to my clothes to cushion my hope Makeup and booze To improve the view I’ll hang on to you But now we have to move How long have I been here? Is there time for that now? Maybe I spoke too soon Does she feel it too? And now I have to move Letters and shoes Things I can’t lose I cling to my clothes to cushion my hope Makeup and booze To improve the view I’ll hang on to you But now we have to Roll until nobody says when Wherever we go, there we are Memories fade (we’ve gone too far) Do we want them to? And now we have to move Where is here? What time is it now? Will you help me remember To not remember, please? (repeat chorus) Music and lyrics by Chuck Lindo ©2017 Charlie in the Box Music All rights reserved
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I made a list And so did you Written years apart In our psyches both true One up one down Switch-hit no foul Look past frightening signs Dimming brightness profound Lies, truth, lies, truth lies The fog grew thick Deceiving you Embers of happiness Suffocated by two Exploding rage Tried to explain Sharing mindless words Just to cover the pain I told a lie for the truth I told a lie You sought the truth I told a lie And you did too Found no one else to blame Reflections of disdain No one withdrew Deepened the wound Frantic matched paralyzed Slashed us down to size I told a lie Hold tight to the past When there’s nothing to grasp Take solace in the mundane The fear in our souls Would cower the bold Destroying a mind that’s sane The grip of the vise Will tear through the frame Unless flesh and blood regain I told a lie We duck the punch And don’t hit back Filter through ugliness Drain sepsis from our lips Shake up our lives The earth divides Find soft and fertile ground Where voices don’t abound I told a lie Then came the truth I told a lie for the truth We made a list The air is clean When buried ghosts revive Hope we’ll fight to survive By Cheryl Hendrickson ©℗ 2017 Charlie in the Box Music, ASCAP All rights reserved
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Falling Down 02:56
Nine to five to maintain existence A wink for more and the corporate scores For a few But I’m cool Give up your seat for an elder person A pushy suit on the phone sits down No thank you But I’m cool Suffer through these indignities with bit lip Check your every moment hope there’s no hitch Avoid the nagging cynical mode that burns from inside out Walk on green yet the car heads straight for you Yell and scream they look up from their cell And just beam But I’m cool Stand in line with your under twelve items A single orange turns and smiles as their full cart Slips through But I’m cool Suffer through these indignities with bit lip Check your every moment hope there’s no hitch Avoid the nagging cynical mode that burns from inside out Fake karma, Good Samaritan just insincerity But I’m cool Karma what Good Samaritan They say entitlement you know the rules Just insincerity I’m not fooled Expose the suit in a corporate fraud case The seniors win all his money while he rots In jail Well that’s cool Car runs the red hits the jaywalking full cart Cops cites them both at fault No excuse And that’s cool Suffer through these indignities with bit lip Check your every moment hope there’s no hitch Avoid the nagging cynical mode that burns from inside out Fake karma, Good Samaritan just insincerity But I’m cool Words and music by Cheryl Hendrickson ©℗ 2017 Charlie in the Box Music, ASCAP All rights reserved
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We pop up from our trenches and let them fly Then slide back down and pray to die I wake up bright eyed from a bed of nails every day And sharpen yours while you’re away I loosen the noose I’m in To go tighten yours and give you a spin I raise up my arms, a white flag in each hand After all this time I think we understand I pull a muscle while pulling my teeth Then place the pliers just out of your reach We place our bombs, light the fuses and flee Then kick them away before each other can seem them I cough up the pills I took Then open your cap and shoot you a look I raise up my arms and show you my hands After all this time I think we understand You go first or I will But if you wait you might think that I will, too So I’ll go first with my eye on you Just until you know that you will, too Does my giving up make you want to, too? How can I stop without wanting you to, too? We evacuate the wounded and bury the dead Then state for the record it was all in our heads I open the window wide To let out the gas and let you inside I open my arms and you take my hands After all this time I think we understand Music and lyrics by Chuck Lindo ©2017 Charlie in the Box Music All rights reserved

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The American Professionals St. Louis, Missouri

St. Louis hook-heavy guitar pop band The American Professionals’ core members Chuck Lindo and Cheryl Hendrickson’s music and personal lives are both intertwined and parallel. This husband/wife team makes that paradox possible on their 2017 release, Sympathetic Overdrive. The record is a genre-hopping display of both unity and individuality, fear and hope, love and scorn. ... more

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