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Besides having well-crafted and intelligent lyrics, the songs are melodic, memorable and haunting in their sounds. — Les Semieniuk, Calgary Folk Music Festival
A Couple of Times ‘Round the Sun, produced by Louis Sedmak, is a well-crafted offering that, while down to earth, has depth and understanding. It was well received by Americana and Triple AAA radio in the US and got significant rotation on country airwaves in Canada as well. In addition the album was played on over 200 stations on six continents around the world.
Rob says, “This album was a collection of some of the darkest songs I wrote while under contract to Nashville publishers, songs I loved but didn't think would ever get cut by other artists. This album, although sporting a couple of sad songs, has a more up feel overall reflecting probably where I am now and where I think my life is going.”
Rob’s performed these songs from Nashville to Austin to L.A. with his most recent appearances being at the WCMA’s and the Arts Touring Alliance of Alberta.
©1998 Rob Heath
Dear God, My name is Rob I'm just across the street Dear God, We live so close But never seem to meet I was over to your house Just after school today Hoping I could see you You must have been away
You got such a handsome home But you live there all alone I just wondered if you need...somebody To keep you company
Dear God, I bin there A couple times this week Dear God, The door was open I just had a peek All you got for furniture Is all those wooden chairs Must get kinda lonely 'Cause no one's ever there
You got places just like this one Everywhere I go Do you live in all of them Or are they just for show
Dear God, I saw homeless children on T.V Dear God, Come on over You can watch and see So I wrote this letter 'Cause I figured if you knew You would let them come and share That empty house with you
I know that you have lots of us I wondered if you’ve thought Instead of making more of us Just keep the folks you got
Dear God Today we learned About the dinosaur Dear God How come you Don't make them anymore Did you just get bored of the Tyranasaurus Rex What if you got tired of us? What would you make next?
What Rob has to say about the song…
Rob has supported MSF (Medicines Sans Frontieres) a.k.a Doctors Without Borders for over a decade. MSF Canada will be a part of the celebration for his next CD coming out this fall. "Dear God" was written from the point of view of a child who's asking God (and by association those who follow God) if he has room in his house for the homeless children the boy saw on TV. The song (not a criticism of God or religion)has in fact been adopted by many in the church (including clergy) who support its message of charity.
©2002 Rob Heath
I’ll lie down and I’ll watch the clouds Play my music way too loud This time I’ll taste that first kiss So I can take pleasure in the thrill that is
Couple of times ‘round the sun Just got going and now its done Does this ride have to end Is there a rule that you can bend (Just this once if you could punch my ticket then) I wanna go again; I wanna go again
Forget the meetings and money All the fights now just seem funny Important things slipped through my hands And life just happened while I was making plans
In a hurry to grow up and old I missed the mystery unfold We learn the secrets of life Far too late to ever get it right
So let me just try it once more I’ll do life better than I did before I swear I won’t waste a single minute No I’ll savor every second in it
Couple of times ‘round the sun Just got going and now its done Does this ride have to end Is there a rule that you can bend (Just this once if you could punch my ticket then) I wanna go again; I wanna go again
©2002 Rob Heath
Princess of the pavement In the arms of Mr. Jones Devil in a silk dress Dancing all alone The Story of a hard life In every line along her face The kind that clothes don’t cover And make up can’t erase
She looked just like the shadow of A girl I used to know We ran together for a while A long long time ago
Fallen Angel Take me back so I might Spend my yesterdays in this night Fallen Angel… Fallen Angel
She said whatcha lookin’ for there handsome I said just old memories She said they sell em by the bottle At any A and P
I said I think we’ve met before Another place or time She said you wouldn’t be down here If you had a better line
Some memories sail the wind On a trace of perfume Some memories took my hand And led me back to her room
Tried so hard to stop her But she just undid her dress She said stolen kisses Always taste the best
It was only when she held me tight Could swear I saw some tears The kind that comes a-calling when You stumble on lost years
Fallen Angel Take me back so I might Spend my yesterdays in this night Fallen Angel… Fallen Angel
©1995 Rob Heath
I heard someone's revival of an old familiar song The words had slipped my mind, you know its been so long It stirred a place inside my heart, a place I used to go A place I thought I boarded up long time ago
('Cause) I have faith in my heart That love will live till death do us part That love will find a brand new start And live again till death do us part
The sun comes shining through my window pane The weatherman said it could only rain I find myself believing in some special circumstance A place where people go who want a second chance
When I wish on the first star I see tonight My hopes are riding on photons of light That left their origins a million years ago Every time I look, I see what might not be there anymore
I stare across the table at this stranger in my home Who bears some resemblance to a girl I used to know But every time I look into her eyes she turns away I make a mental note to try another day
©1998 Rob Heath
Jenny is drawing a monster With a Devilish grin and dark eyes She says he comes nights for long visits The kind that make six year olds cry Other kids draw suns and rainbows And cute little houses with trees With the crayons she keeps in her pockets Jenny just draws what she sees
There's a lot more to what Jenny draws Than anyone ever thought there was Pictures worth a thousand words No one saw What Jenny draws
At fifteen Jenny models her leather On the corner of Walk and Don't Walk And what Jenny draws mostly are cat calls From the college boys cruising the block Bin spending her nights with Prince Valium And a few dozen Johns from the hills She's learned you can draw blanks in the morning If you kick back some Gin with the pills
Now at Thirty she's drawing a deep breath As she walks up and rings the door bell That monster appears in the doorway With those eyes she once colored so well
Then Jenny draws her Smith and Wesson And a crowd from the neighborhood When Jenny draws the line in traces of lead And wipes that grin off him for good
There's a lot more to what Jenny draws Than anyone ever thought there was Pictures worth a thousand words No one saw What Jenny draws
Words: Nicki Berns & Rob Heath / Music: Rob Heath ©1984 Rob Heath Music Inc. /SOCAN
When I was five I wandered off From where we'd just moved in Wasn't long before the dark And cold and fear set gt;in When I heard my daddy's voice I tried to hide my tears He said, "There's something, Son, I've learned from all my years"
He said... big boys cry, even big boys cry It don't mean you ain't a man Hold your head up high You should never be ashamed Of how you feel inside Only empty hearts have empty eyes And only small men laugh when big boys cry
They were married thirteen years And all they seemed to do was fight Daddy finally packed his bags One very stormy night He came into my room and said, "Son take care of your mom" It's the first time I had seen him cry He new it shook me some
He said... big boys cry, even big boys cry It don't mean you ain't a man Hold your head up high You should never be ashamed Of how you feel inside Only empty hearts have empty eyes And only small men laugh when big boys cry
Thirty years have come and gone Dad ain't been feelin' well Me, my wife, our little son Have come to say our last farewells
And as we're leaving grandpas room My son begins to cry He turns his head so I won't see him As he wipes his eyes
And I say... big boys cry, even big boys cry It don't mean you ain't a man Hold your head up high You should never be ashamed Of how you feel inside Only empty hearts have empty eyes And only small men laugh when big boys cry
©2002 Rob Heath and Steve Williams
He said Remember elementary school How easily your heart was fooled Like rabbits from a hat Infatuations popped up just like that
But you know how these things go They’d vanish in a week or so
When you’re young you see a trick You think its magic
I know a house a job and kids Can blow the flame out of a kiss Now you’re wondering if love Was everything you thought it was
Or if you’ve been fooled once more By that illusion that you once fell for
When you’re young You see a trick You think its magic Then you grow up You see magic and you think it’s just a trick
Just like magic love can be Part deception and part mystery But its up to you and me Which one we choose to see
When you’re young You see a trick You think its magic Then you grow up You see magic and you think it’s just a trick
But in time You’ll realize the magic’s everywhere The trick is just to see it there The trick is just to see it there
©2001 Dottie Moore/Rob Heath
Up at dawn to curl her hair Slips her best dress on She goes to her rocking chair Declares, “Today he’ll come” I know her son lives near the home Down the road a mile She says that he won’t be long But they say it’s been a while
She is out there somewhere In a world of wishes and dreams Where there are things we can never know Until we are ready to see
I try to help her to her room Near the end of the day She smiles, “No, I’m going home He’s just running late" So I leave her waiting there To watch each passing car Although I know the truth How can I break her heart
She is out there somewhere In a world of wishes and dreams Where there are things we can never know Until we are ready to see
When I come back I find her still You see she was right all along The one she was really waiting for Finally did take her home Now she’s…
She was right all along You see in the end someone came for her And now she is finally home
She is out there somewhere In a world of wishes and dreams Where there are things we can never know Until we are ready to see
©1998 Rob Heath
The greatest battles we fight alone With heart and soul on fields unknown Like an enemy by night our troubles seek us out When we're weak and full of doubt
I believe from dark comes the dawn I believe we will shine on When all is lost tomorrow remains We will rise again That's what I believe
In just one blink of God's eye We laugh and love; we live and die We're just fallen angels stranded on this rock we roam Trying to find our way back home
I believe from dark comes the dawn I believe we will shine on When all is lost tomorrow remains We will rise again That's what I believe
When all is black; we can't look back
Our greatest glory's not in how we've never fallen down But how we get up off the ground
I believe from dark comes the dawn I believe we will shine on There's a light timeless and true Burns in me and you That's what I believe
©1998 Robert Heath
Busted down on the Interstate 5 on the way to Lotusland With an underage girl and a nose full of go fast in a rust bucket Chevy Van Funny how chance and circumstance can change everything If that...belt hadn't gone they would have drove on that cop would still be breathing Thirty year veteran with a pension plan it was her last night Brought a ticket book and Papermate Pen to a pistol fight Leaves a...husband and son to a twenty one gun salute They'll get a bag with a flag her blues, badge and boots Now there's...TV Cameras at the Five Points Motel bout twenty odd miles away Spokesman says the kid resisted arrest; that's what five eyewitnesses say There's a bullet hole right through, his chest tattoo from a rookie's gun It dots an "i' in the words "Kill me I'll try anything once" And you can blame it on the Johns that his mom brought home from time to time Every one said he was born to become a chalk outline It just may be we can't get free of our yesterdays So who's finger was it on that trigger on that deadly highway
© 2005 Rob Heath Music Inc.
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