Trey Gruber Herculean House of Cards Lyrics
(appearing in alphabetical order)

Ain’t Nobody’s Fault

Hold out
And hold out if it’s true
He hollered
His heart was black and blue
Atrophy 
This was no new news to the two
As they lied at night
They chimed
I just can’t leave you
I just can’t leave you
Your voice sounds
Like a brick and mortar wall
She hollered
We’re feeling two feet tall
Catalogue
Of misery to be recalled
As they lie at night
They chime
This ain’t nobody’s fault
This ain’t nobody’s fault, my love
This ain’t nobody’s 
This ain’t nobody’s 

Lyrics & music by Trey Gruber
Parent Live at The Hideout, Chicago, IL, 2016

Trey Gruber: vocals, electric guitar
Justin Vitorri: bass 
Tyler Bixby: drums
Rebecca Ridge: flute
Chris Church: keys


Dirt

Everyplace is a rainstorm 
And everyday is wanting more
Every heartache is a new song
I’m so ashamed
But I won’t be for long
The dirt won’t care
What I’ve done at all
Even in death
I’m sure I’ll get it wrong
Shameful, shameful 
Shameful, shameful 
I’m so ashamed 
The way I am
*[Momma please take me home,
Away from these rocks and blows]

Lyrics & music by Trey Gruber
Recorded by Trey Gruber

Trey Gruber: vocals, electric 
guitar, acoustic guitar, 
bass, drums, keys
Garret Knisley: electric guitar


Do You Feel Fine

Do you feel fine with your disguise?
To me it seems 
To keep you up at night time
You’re caricatured by your brain
The weight of your world is unsafe
The bastard child 
The loose tooth
Cardboard tongue and sidewalk truths
Praying to a God that you never knew
For some reprieve or some kind of truce
But we know that you’ll lose
You’re ivory towered and mostly a coward
You’re hard-nosed and Lord knows
Someday you’ll have to pay in full
You’re caricatured by your brain 
The weight of your world is unsafe
The bastard child
The loose tooth
Cardboard tongue and sidewalk truths
You’re praying to a God that you never knew
For some reprieve or some kind of truce
But we know that you’ll lose

Lyrics & music by Trey Gruber
Recorded by Trey Gruber

Trey Gruber: vocals, electric guitar, 
acoustic guitar, bass, drums


Eisenhower to the West Side 

Every way you get tight
A jail-skin cell, a junkies fight
Corner-boys full of grace 
Jesus Christ full of spite
Eisenhower with your power
Take me to the West Side
King of clowns, curious 
With a shroud they make their beds
Delray, Delray gets so hot
Mrs. White help me cool off
Headed North the Greyhound coughs
Garfield Park
My next stop

Lyrics & music by Trey Gruber
Recorded by Trey Gruber

Trey Gruber: vocals, electric
guitar, bass, drums, keys 


Eisenhower to the West Side (Ballad Reprise)

Every way you get tight
It’s a jail-skin cell
A junkies fight
Corner boys full of grace
And Jesus Christ is full of spite
Eisenhower with your power
Won’t you take me to the West Side
Don’t think I won’t be afraid
Of the summer days
The wind blows just like a freight train
In that summer way
I’m marching to the cop spot
I’m gonna throw it all away
Gonna throw it all away
Oh, no, away, ‘way
King of clowns, curious
With a shroud they make their beds
And Delray, you get so hot
Mrs. White help me cool off
I’m heading home
The Greyhound coughs
Says Garfield Park is
My next stop, oh no
Don’t think I won’t be afraid
Of the summer days
The wind blows just like a freight train
In that summer way
I’m marching to the cop spot
I’m gonna throw it all away
Oh, oh, throw it all away, ‘way
Gonna throw it all
Gonna throw it all away
Throw it all away today

Lyrics & music by Trey Gruber
Parent Live at The Hideout, Chicago, IL, 2017

Trey Gruber: vocals, keys
Garret Knisley: electric guitar 


Even Jesus Christ Had Died

I know deep down you are loving
I know you truly tried
In spite that the man you fell for
Was not the same man last night
With a stomach full of rotgut
And a heart full of fright
And my tongue would just set off
Like the 4th of July
But everything has its limits
Let me tell ya’
And Even Jesus Christ had died
But me, I’m the
Charlie Brown disciple 
And you are the sideways queen
You’re up in your boulevarded castle
Me, on the Homan heroin scene
Taking all my orders
From imaginary men, it seems

Lyrics & music by Trey Gruber
Parent Live at The Hideout, Chicago, IL, 2017

Trey Gruber: vocals, electric guitar
Garret Knisley: electric guitar
Justin Vittori: bass
Paul Cherry: keys
Mathew Roberts: drums
Eric Novak: saxophone 


Fool’s Gold

Heart of gold
Yeah, the fools type
Your love for me was like a gift shop
Closed in the middle of the night
She was my eternal sin
Don’t matter where we’ve gone
Or where we wind up
It just matter where we been
Heart of gold
Heart of gold
Fool’s gold
I could not give her up
I plead like the guilty 
I fight like the dying
Lord, I just pray for better luck
Heart of gold, mama
Yeah, the fools type
Your love for me was like a gift shop
Closed In the middle
Of the cold lonesome night
Heart of gold
Heart of gold, mama
Heart of gold
Heart of gold
Fool’s gold
Heart of gold, now mama

Lyrics & music by Trey Gruber
Parent Live at The Hideout, Chicago, IL, 2017

Trey Gruber: vocals, keys
Garret Knisley: electric guitar
Justin Vittori: bass
Paul Cherry - keys
Mathew Roberts - drums 
Eric Novak - saxophone 


Get Your Fix 

I was walking down the block
Then I saw them passing thru
My reptilian brain
Lord, I know just what to do
No, no
Sometimes you’ve got to be quick
If you want to get your fix
Sometimes you’ve got to be slick
If you want to get your hit
You get your hit
You get your hit
And in the morning time
Corner boys were out in force
I just ran to the five & dime
And I know it gets much worse
Oh no, no no no
Sometimes you’ve got to be slick
If you want to get your fix
Sometimes you’ve got to be quick 
If you want to get your hit
You get your hit
You get your hit

Lyrics by Trey Gruber & Music by Trey Gruber
with Garret Knisley
Recorded by Charles Glanders

Trey Gruber: vocals, electric guitar
Garret Knisley: acoustic guitar
Justin Vittori: bass, shaker
Paul Cherry: keys
Tyler Bixby: drums
 


Guillotine

My baby she loves me
Like some guillotine
The way that she severs
My heart and my brain
It’s the gall of that woman
It’s the son’s refrain 
Oh, I stuck out my neck
But she loves me to death
That woman
Guillotine
I broke all my teeth
Shivering and shaken
I misplaced my dreams
The guillotine must of taken them
It’s a self-worth run riot
Self-imposed despair
There’s water ‘neath my words
A blade that is well prepared
That woman
Guillotine

Lyrics & music by Trey Gruber
Recorded by Trey Gruber

Trey Gruber: vocals, acoustic guitar, drums
Elyse Johnson: backup vocals


Hammer Out the Edges  

Hammer out the edges now
Try and leave my past
I feel blue even when I’m out
And know the good times won’t last
Hammer out the edges now
I try and make it pass
Moving to the Northside
To a spot with a relative
Suppose I’ve got
Some good friends there
But it don’t make a difference
Hammer out the edges now
Try and make it right
I’ve come to learn of liquor and
More of heroin
In my youth I ain’t considered
The damps, the darkness,
And their ends
Hammer out the edges now
Try and make it right
I cannot fall asleep
Lie awake through the night
These days I’m staying sober
At least I’m trying to
Some nights are harder than others
When the truth
Don’t seem like the truth
Hammer out the edges now
Try and make it through
Hammer out the edges now
Oh, I try and find the truth

*
I should probably call my mother
I’m sure she’s worried sick
In the past when I don’t call her
It means I’m back on the shit
Hammer out the edges now
Try and get it fixed
It all falls to pieces
And I’ve got to pick
Speaking of family
I’ve got the best in blood
And I wish we were closer
But I feel I just can’t speak up
Hammer out the edges now
Try and make it right
Hammer out the edges now
Try and make it rhyme
When I was a baby boy
Was my Momma’s Strawberry Man
In the heat of Ohio
I grew to be an awful man
Bang around the edges now
I try and fix it up
And it all falls to pieces
Oh, I try to pick ‘em up
So I try and pick ‘em up
I bang around the edges now
I try and fix it up
And it all falls to pieces
I try and fix it up
* [And I work in a cafe
Down the boulevard 
And it ain’t for much pay 
But the work it ain’t too hard
A long way from the squats
And sleeping outside 
When my tongue wasn’t working 
And my truth on a cardboard sign 
I remember the hospitals
And the ambulance rides
When I’d overshoot the mark 
And my death would come into life]

*Note: Square brackets [ ] denote
lyrics performed live.

Lyrics & music by Trey Gruber
Recorded by Trey Gruber

Trey Gruber: vocals, acoustic guitar


Herculean House of Cards

Herculean house of cards
Paper tiger, love 
Food for a dog
Ivory-towered, tumultuous heart
Longed for freedom, Lord
Constructing more bars
Longed for a bed
But I slept in the park
I was shown the light my love
You know I preferred the dark
With the help of a spoon
And a White Lady too
The notions of life are near
I’m knitting my noose
Desperate ’n Delray
The junkie priests
They are 13th stepping, Lord
You know they prey upon the weak
Saltwater, sneaks and
It sneaks beneath my words
Oh, and meanings are flying now
The heart is looking like the bird
Herculean house of cards
Oh, a paper tiger, love 
And food for a dog

Lyrics & music by Trey Gruber
Recorded by Joshua Condon 

Trey Gruber: vocals, keys 
Tyler Bixby: drums
Garret Knisely, Eliza Weber, Joshua Condon: backup vocals


I Tried 

I tried to die, I tried to take my life
I tried 
Tried to die, I tried to take my life
I tried 
Lord, can’t you see what that girl does to me?
Oh, I see
I’ll never be what you need me to be
Oh, I’ll see
I want to go
Where I should never go
The cut
Five for fifty
Lord, I’m feeling itchy
That sweet boy

Lyrics & music by Trey Gruber 
Recorded by Paul Cherry

Trey Gruber: vocals, electric guitar
Paul Cherry: keys
Justin Vittori: bass
Mathew Roberts: drums


In-Between

Sinking in the in-between
Who are you and what are we?
Well I can’t stand the not knowing
Girl, can’t we make it clear?
Strawberry man that I once was
And I’m dreaming of
Dreaming about you, darlin’
I never wanted to be cold
But now I’m all alone
Lord, I’m thinking ‘bout
My man to come down
To come down
To come down
Sinking in, Lord, this in-between
Who are you and what are we, Lord?
But I can’t stand, oh, this not knowing
Girl, can’t we make it clear?
Strawberry man that I once was
And I’m dreaming of
Lord, I’m dreaming ‘bout
My man to come
I never wanted to be cold
But now I’m all alone
Lord, I’m thinking
‘Bout my man to come down
‘Cause I never wanted
To be cold, oh, no
I’m thinking ‘bout my
Man to come down
God, help me please
Change my life
And get it back, Lord
Come down

Lyrics & music by Trey Gruber
Parent Live at The Hideout, Chicago, IL, 2016

Trey Gruber: vocals, electric guitar
Justin Vitorri: bass
Tyler Bixby: drums
Rebecca Ridge: flute 
Chris Church: keys


Jess 

Hold me closely
Take your chances 
I know I’ve been wrong 
I took you for granted
Don’t you think
That it’s kinda strange
The way that you and I girl
Cannot stay away 
There's a pain in my heart
A longing I can’t shake
This world without you
Ain’t worth the stay
I know I have been a culprit
Like most men
Not here to avoid the blame
Know I can make a change
Don’t you think
It is kinda strange
The way that you and I girl
Cannot stay away
A pain in my heart
A longing I can’t shake
This world without you
Ain’t worth the stay
This world without you
Ain’t worth the stay
Ain’t worth the stay
No, it ain’t worth the stay

Lyrics & music by Trey Gruber
Recorded by Charles Glanders

Trey Gruber: vocals, electric guitar
Garret Knisley: acoustic guitar
Justin Vittori: bass
Paul Cherry: keys
Ben Joseph: keys
Tyler Bixby: drums
Rebecca Ridge: flute


Last July

Cause it, it weighs heavy on my mind
What you did last July
Oh, you lied and I cried
How, how could I not remember
The travesty that was November, 
December
The, the New Year 
Rang in like a gun
Oh, cops, sirens
We knew the jig was up
Delusion done
Reality has won
It’s true, the more we tried
The more we fell apart 
You and I, girl, were just doomed 
Doomed
From the start

Lyrics & music by Trey Gruber
Recorded by Trey Gruber

Trey Gruber: vocals, harmonica, 
acoustic guitar, bass


Momma’s Way

Leftover heart and eggshell mind
The wicked boys of summertime 
I call my Mother 
I tell her I’m trying
Please send some money 
She knows I’m lying 
“Won’t you come back
And just stay?”
With tears in her eyes
My Mom would say
“Boy let me love you,
A Momma’s way”
Fell out on the block,
I’m reaching higher
The Narcan shot
Hospital cot
She sat on the bed
Sadness was worn like jewelry 
“Boy, you’ve lost your head”
She said firmly
“Won’t you come back
And just stay?”
With tears in her eyes
My Mom would say
“Boy let me love you,
A Momma’s way”
“Let me love you a Momma’s way”

Lyrics & music by Trey Gruber
Recorded by Paul Cherry

Trey Gruber: vocals, electric guitar,
acoustic guitar, harmonica, keys
Paul Cherry: keys
Mathew Roberts: drums


Money’s Ran Off

Another thing that I forgot
Now the money’s ran off
Now the money’s ran off
Just another Tom/Dick, a Joe 
With nothing to show
Now the money’s ran off
Now the money’s ran off
Now the money’s ran off
Now the money’s ran off
Now the money’s ran off

Lyrics & music by Trey Gruber
Recorded by Trey Gruber

Trey Gruber: vocals, acoustic guitar,
electric guitar, bass, drums


No Man for No Home

Speechless 
From the weight and depth
Of shame in my chest
Self-centered 
Fear arrives like a cop in the night
Dear I’m so sorry if you’ve felt alone
I ain’t no man fit for no home
If I got strange it was because I know
I ain’t the man fit for no home
And when the day is spent 
Hog-tied
I repent 
For my boyish fears I need you near
Dear I’m so sorry if you’ve felt alone
I ain’t no man fit for no home
If I got strange it was because I know
I ain’t no man fit for no home

Lyrics & music by Trey Gruber
Recorded by Trey Gruber

Trey Gruber: vocals, electric guitar,
bass, drums, keys


On Fear

Living on fear and heartbreak 
Looking for trouble
You know I found it, Lord
I’m feeling strange
I’m looking right now
I wish I could, Lord, make it stop now
I search the avenues
And the boulevards all the same
I’m trying to find that girl
But she done ran away
No no no no, no no no no 
In the morning sun
You will find me, Lord
You will find me
One coming undone 
With my metal-man and
My blanket-shroud
And you know this is not my game
I search the avenues
And the boulevards all the same
I’m trying to find that girl
But she done ran away
No no no no
Living on fear and heartbreak
Looking for trouble 
You know I found it, Lord
Search the avenues
And the boulevards all the same
Trying to find that girl
But she done ran away

Lyrics & music by Trey Gruber
Recorded by Charles Glanders

Trey Gruber: vocals, electric guitar
Garret Knisley: acoustic guitar
Justin Vittori: bass
Paul Cherry: keys
Tyler Bixby: drums
Rebecca Ridge: flute


Pray to Christ in Heaven 

Mother, please help me
So it seems I’ve lost my things
Pray to Christ in Heaven
Pray to the Lord on the street
Pray to Christ in Heaven
Keeps me on my feet
When I get pardoned
Be a brand new boy
On my way back home to you
Jessica Anne make it a boy
Pray to Christ in Heaven
Pray to the Lord on the streets
Pray to Christ in Heaven
Keeps me on my feet
Sometimes when I’m left to my Own devices 
I seemingly get high
Cause I don’t want
To settle down to this
I’d rather be a well run dry, lord
Pray to Christ in Heaven
Pray to the Lord on the streets
Pray to Christ in Heaven
Keeps me on my feet

Lyrics & music by Trey Gruber
Recorded by Trey Gruber

Trey Gruber: vocals, electric guitar,
acoustic guitar, bass, drums 


Same

Captive from your reign 
Fighting the Insane
The notion that it would be the same
Severed my heart from my brain 
You are cold, but not discreet 
Have you any time for empathy
If I were to make that
Paramount sacrifice 
Would you mind

Lyrics & music by Trey Gruber
Recorded by Luke Trimble
Trey Gruber: vocals, electric guitar, acoustic guitar
Luke Trimble: drums, keys, backup vocals
Nick Beaudoin: bass


Sister Say

I thought we could make a change 
Believed in another way 
I don’t care what your sister say
We never had a space
I just wanna leave you behind
But I don’t, I keep you in mind 
On the avenue with the pricks
Mrs. White I’m ready for my hit
Oh, we never had the space
Oh, we never had the space
Between our two hearts
The stakes are raised
And nothing could ever replace
I thought we could make a change
We could destroy yesterday 
I don’t care what your sister say
We never had the space
And I just wanna leave you behind
But I don’t, I keep you in mind
On the avenue with the pricks
Mrs. White I’m ready for my hit
Oh, we never had the space
Oh, we never had the space
Between our two hearts
The stakes are raised 
Nothing could ever replace
Looking for the man in the sticks
In the cut, searching for my fix
On the avenue with the pricks
Mrs. White I’m ready for my hit

Lyrics by Trey Gruber & Music by Trey Gruber
with Garret Knisley

Recorded by Paul Cherry
Trey Gruber: vocals, electric guitar, acoustic guitar
Paul Cherry: keys
Ben Joseph: keys
Justin Vittori: bass
Mathew Roberts: drums


Stay In Line 

Lately, I’ve been a stranger
Lately, I’ve been hard to find
Summertime is over in the city
Guess it’s time I lose my mind
Without you, girl, it feels so hard
'Cause lately I’ve been a stranger
Lately, I’ve been hard to find
Summertime has left me in the city
Reckon I’ll surely lose my mind
Without you, girl, it feels so wrong
Ooh, stay in line
Ooh, stay in line
Mama won’t you come out to find
Your little boy standing in line
Reckon what you need you’ll find
Reckon what you need you’ll find
You’ll find it now, find it now
Reckon what you need you’ll find 
Reckon what you need you’ll find
Lately I’ve been a stranger
Lately I’ve been hard to find 
Summertime is over in the city
Guess it’s time I lose my mind
Without you, girl, it feels so wrong

Lyrics & music by Trey Gruber
Recorded by Paul Cherry

Trey Gruber: vocals, acoustic guitar,
electric guitar, keys  
Justin Vittori: bass
Tyler Bixby: Drums 


Summer City

Looking sideways and my way
Trying to find the girl
In the summer sun it’ll cut you up
Turn up your world 
‘Cause It gets hot
In the summer city, baby
‘Cause It gets hot
In the summer, girl
You don’t mind 
You don’t mind 
You don’t mind
You don’t mind, baby
You hollowed out on the scene
If you are starving why not eat
This would be the last of me
You won’t even be discreet
‘Cause it gets hot
In the summer city, baby
‘Cause it gets hot in the summer
In the sweet summertime, girl
You don’t mind

Lyrics & music by Trey Gruber
Recorded by Paul Cherry

Trey Gruber: vocals, electric guitar
Paul Cherry: keys
Justin Vittori: bass
Mathew Roberts: drums


The Leaving 

Cause there ain’t nothing
Like the leaving
It’ll cut you down
And shatter your whole truth
It’s the silence that
Will keep you up
The quiet that hugs you like a noose
‘Cause if you’ve got nothing for me
Then I’ve got nothing here too
Like a jailbird with his gate money
I boomeranged
And right back to the coop
And if I’m honest with myself 
The world is hell without you
Wish I could change your mind 
‘Cause I cannot change mine
‘Cause, oh, no

Lyrics & music by Trey Gruber
Recorded by Jude Shuma

Trey Gruber: vocals, acoustic guitar,
electric guitar, bass, keys, drums

All lyrics & music © of Trey Gruber