Best Laid Plans

In by Moses Guest

  1. Best Laid Plans
  2. Bird
  3. Colorado
  4. Burnin’ Around The Sun
  5. Bi-Polar Express
  6. Shine
  7. NOLA
  8. Mario, The Offender
  9. Mario’s Untimely End
  10. Wheel

Cover design by Brock Allman.

Best Laid Plans is the outfit’s sixth album and will excite fans of classic guitar-driven jam-rock as well as those who just love a good song! Over three years removed from their 2004 release Guest Motel, the album proves that Guest and the band haven’t lost a step when it comes to formulating memorable songs with plenty of entertaining instrumental interplay.

Lyrics

Colorado

Take a train, loco ride
Through the rain down, up and down
For the mountain; it’s a higher place to fly
Well who am I?

You hit the disco; dance ‘til two
Take the el camino and a couple of friends with you
You hit the city, and you’re floating beneath the lights
You get the low-down, just for coming here

The big ol’ man with the band giving money out
The cellophane, take a train ride runaround
You disappear for a year like a little mouse
Life is good

Life is good in a box out in Colorado…

You lie down, like everybody
You lie ‘round, like everyone
You saw what you are – you’re everybody
You saw what you are…
‘Cause you live with the steepness of gardens across your shoulders
You saw what you are

You hit the Kingpin half past three
Stars crash gently on your sleeve
It’s time to take jesus on a way one-way ride
Heaven help him, just for coming here

The big ol’ man with the band giving money out
The cellophane, take a train ride runaround
You disappear for a year like a little mouse
Life is good

Life is good in a box out in Colorado…
Take a train

Burnin’ Round The Sun

How can the words out my mouth
Let you know what I mean
When everything I start to say
Stumbles into a dream
Everyone I’ve come to know
Is like a rabbit on the run
Never know who might stop by
Burnin’ around the sun

You go out running around because
You wake up lying down
You leave out from the house
To see what you are
To see what you’re trying to do

Do what you try to get through
But what’s the point of it
Might as well slow down
Because the bad day’s coming on its own
It’s going to find you all alone
And you’ll be one tight brother on the fly

Mario, The Offender

Innocence, in a sense, is a security
You hop the fence to the land of opportunity
Through city streets or mountains of obscurity
With every step you’re shaking with identity

Petulance is alive in the community
You jump the gun at the promise of prosperity
And on the run in the shadow of identity
Your self is broken glass in the menagerie

Hell no. You can’t beat that. Just look in the mirror.
What you see. Well that’s not me.

They call him Bartolomeo, but he’s actually Jon.
They say he’s got things for sale. Now won’t you give me one.

A cold day in winter can’t hide it
A warm day in summer won’t make you come down
The bluebirds are breaking the window
Then drown the sea

The offender Mario. He’s blowing shit on my lawn.
And I want to kill hee-o. I’m want to give him some.

Everyone is somebody or so it seems
Like rabbits on the run or maybe you and me
In your shoes, you’re planning your prosperity
But nothing seems to work the way it’s supposed to be

Hell no. You can’t beat that. Just look in the mirror.
What you see. Well that’s not me.

  1. Best Laid Plans
  2. Bird
  3. Colorado
  4. Burnin’ Around The Sun
  5. Bi-Polar Express
  6. Shine
  7. NOLA
  8. Mario, The Offender
  9. Mario’s Untimely End
  10. Wheel

Cover design by Brock Allman.

Best Laid Plans is the outfit’s sixth album and will excite fans of classic guitar-driven jam-rock as well as those who just love a good song! Over three years removed from their 2004 release Guest Motel, the album proves that Guest and the band haven’t lost a step when it comes to formulating memorable songs with plenty of entertaining instrumental interplay.

Lyrics

Colorado

Take a train, loco ride
Through the rain down, up and down
For the mountain; it’s a higher place to fly
Well who am I?

You hit the disco; dance ‘til two
Take the el camino and a couple of friends with you
You hit the city, and you’re floating beneath the lights
You get the low-down, just for coming here

The big ol’ man with the band giving money out
The cellophane, take a train ride runaround
You disappear for a year like a little mouse
Life is good

Life is good in a box out in Colorado…

You lie down, like everybody
You lie ‘round, like everyone
You saw what you are – you’re everybody
You saw what you are…
‘Cause you live with the steepness of gardens across your shoulders
You saw what you are

You hit the Kingpin half past three
Stars crash gently on your sleeve
It’s time to take jesus on a way one-way ride
Heaven help him, just for coming here

The big ol’ man with the band giving money out
The cellophane, take a train ride runaround
You disappear for a year like a little mouse
Life is good

Life is good in a box out in Colorado…
Take a train

Burnin’ Round The Sun

How can the words out my mouth
Let you know what I mean
When everything I start to say
Stumbles into a dream
Everyone I’ve come to know
Is like a rabbit on the run
Never know who might stop by
Burnin’ around the sun

You go out running around because
You wake up lying down
You leave out from the house
To see what you are
To see what you’re trying to do

Do what you try to get through
But what’s the point of it
Might as well slow down
Because the bad day’s coming on its own
It’s going to find you all alone
And you’ll be one tight brother on the fly

Mario, The Offender

Innocence, in a sense, is a security
You hop the fence to the land of opportunity
Through city streets or mountains of obscurity
With every step you’re shaking with identity

Petulance is alive in the community
You jump the gun at the promise of prosperity
And on the run in the shadow of identity
Your self is broken glass in the menagerie

Hell no. You can’t beat that. Just look in the mirror.
What you see. Well that’s not me.

They call him Bartolomeo, but he’s actually Jon.
They say he’s got things for sale. Now won’t you give me one.

A cold day in winter can’t hide it
A warm day in summer won’t make you come down
The bluebirds are breaking the window
Then drown the sea

The offender Mario. He’s blowing shit on my lawn.
And I want to kill hee-o. I’m want to give him some.

Everyone is somebody or so it seems
Like rabbits on the run or maybe you and me
In your shoes, you’re planning your prosperity
But nothing seems to work the way it’s supposed to be

Hell no. You can’t beat that. Just look in the mirror.
What you see. Well that’s not me.