Eric Reitz

 

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  • May 19 Paradise Springs Winery Clifton, VA
     
  • May 20 Hidden Brook Winery Leesburg, VA
     
  • Jun 7 The Evening Muse Charlotte, NC
     

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fishing line

 

let go the fishing line
search all day but you never find
the black trout has gone to sea
for he knows too much about me
but i know you'll wait
til the dock's men have run dry
all dressed up

throwaway

 

don't you turn away
cause i'm a throwaway
don't stare at me
cause i was left on that tree
i was named too fast
now my time has passed
should've been plucked while green
i'm too ripe...

breaking

 

i comb the streets for hours
make my way through the towers guarding the
front of our south town
graffiti lines the hotels while you 
wash your hair in the ballroom 
in the punch and the whiskey that you threw
to the mouth of the boy 

helio happiness

 

roll me up
i'm ready to burn
and those stupid little lies
ain't none of my concern
let me be the one
the one you can use
let me be the one 
the one to abuse

dublin

 

she's got a heart like a soldier
she's got a mind like a vulture
she's gonna spin you right around
until you can't tell up from down
she's got no inhibitions
she's got a dated sense of reason
she thinks the world's full of sin

cumberland

 

would you lie?
birds without a sound
give me new love
cause i was wasted on the telephone
could you sing?
all your songs?
give me true love?
cause i was running around the fire hall

hollywood crimes

 

i never got to see the city streets
where the famous people preach
or the hills where he did to you
all the things that made you blue
but i hear the ocean's cold
and the people bought and sold
i know the world ain't after me

lunar lonely

 

and street lights
i've been begging for a change
have the sun and moon rearrange
lunar lonely my great exchange
and red fall
watch you quite from my windowpane 
waiting on another kind of name
one that...

oh me oh my

 

oh me oh my
i've been drinking tea for hours
been clawing at your flowers
keeping milk until it sours
oh me oh my 
where are all the rainy days?
where are all the blues and grays

refuse to jump

 

you've got a funny way with words
they get tangled in your teeth
and you're spitting out the vowels
but the dirty ones you do keep
you can surely string a song
but you get lost inside haiku
you think feeding's for the birds

sinister love

 

dance for me one more time
i gotta see what i'm leaving behind
to the road i must go but i want 
those hips to stay squarely on my mind
how you push and pull your weight 
i have to fly but do not equate 
my absence for boredom, i'm giving...

12 (south)

 

i rode down 12 
with a smoke taped tight
to the back of my lips
said june
the market plots 
and hotel lots
reach hots by
golden noon

everybody's dressing up

 

she held patience in her stance
throwing me inside her glance
pink and red upon her lips
through her cheeks and finger tips
he made bows from his ties
pulling humor from his lies 
ain't no song he had to write

currituck

 

them tobacco lines will keep my time
lynn don't worry we'll all be fine
with vagabonds my feet are stuck
a nag, a hawk, i can settle for a duck
i'm running down old shell shops
hermits, stars, how the sun drops
cigarettes to chase the rum

color coded

 

she was ravaged underneath the folds
of the fairy tale that you oversold
she heard fiction falling from her lips
to slow the course of grown man's ships
she's been placed inside a vicious game
where all her feelings turn to shame
he can't sleep anymore with his back to the...

certain love

 

i've been used too many times 
to put them all back into rhyme
i've felt the smoke in my eyes
could it be just my disguise?
oh, i've complained enough for two
i think it's time i make myself new
i've felt heartache but for god's sake

carolina

 

i was breaking off ties
she had thrown off lines
you were the best damn thing i could ever find
i was stoned 
like a joker on the 
fourth of july
and the men stand tall
with...

broken in real time

 

you took cover underneath my coat
as your eyes grew thin with the cigarette smoke
heals caught between the pavement lines
and the growing wreck of the neon signs
braced for war you push through the door
eyes stained with tears, you collapse to the floor
our paper dolls go up...

albemarle wood

 

so i blew off my old love
racing down 81 
fighting off lee 
for the carolina sun
and my heart didn't break
like she always said it should
it just found a new lover
in the albemarle...

two shots

 

skyline it breaks
on my heart again
moon gone and shake
up you're mine again
madeline heavy 
on the soul, my friend
the evening it stings
got my tab at the end

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