From the album Erratic Markers

JJR: lyrics/vocals, lead and rhythm guitars, bass, organ 
CCL: outro solo 
GFC: drums
​Published By Lords Of Rock & Sons (ASCAP) 2016.

JJR – Coming out of the original jam sessions for Erratic Markers, the agreed upon plan was simple…choose some tasty riffs from the playback and write some killer tunes. But just like when my earliest teachers tried to get me to color the sky blue and the grass green instead of whatever was floating my boat at that time, I broke course and came up with much of this entirely new groove during a losing effort from my venerable alma mater’s 5-7 football team, hence its’ original title, “4th Quarter Blues.” To be fair, the song started out as an homage to the Atlanta Rhythm Section.  Eventually lyrics were added that are a caricature of several people from my past and like “Freeway” before it, are somehow kind of about nothing and something, all at the same time. Oh yeah, one last fun fact: The basic tracks were recorded once principal recording had started for the album though after deciding that the song was just a wee bit too high for me to really sing, everything but the drums were scrapped and recorded again in a lower key. The end result was a slightly improved vocal track (it’s still a notch high for my “range”) and a much better organ track as I had just seen Steve Winwood play live and I totally stole his best stuff for the song. Guilty as charged. 

CCL – The venerable Gibson ES-335 earns its keep on EM in many a corner, and had it been given more bars within the deep, sweet groove GFC and JJR laid down here it would have greedily taken them. It ultimately settled for the outro solo, but, fair townsfolk, beware the live version… 

GFC – Much as I appreciate JJR's lyrics and vocals here—and they are really, really good—this song is all about the groove for me. There's a Santana-esque thing going on with the keys, bass and drums together that just makes me grin. A big shout-out to the sweet wash of that Zildjian 18” hollow-logo Medium Ride, my first cymbal purchase in 1978/79.

Lyrics

Stop (Burning a Hole in My Brain) 
  
I swear your life has been written in pencil 
You read scripts...you have no time for books 
Your day jobs don’t pay for much 
You’re filthy from all those dirty looks 
  
I wish you’d stop burning a hole in my brain 
Before these thoughts are permanently engrained 
  
I met you first down the street from my favorite spot 
You know the one that’s a cross between a bowling alley 
& a bar 
You had a scent not bought over the counter 
You were out of sight but never very far 
  
I wish you’d stop burning a hole in my brain 
Before these thoughts are permanently engrained 
With every smile it becomes increasingly clear 
You’re corrupting both my hemispheres 
  
You’re in a club that doesn’t deserve you 
I think they laugh with you, but I’m never really sure 
You get the leads and all the solos 
But I’m still not sure what you’re auditioning for 
  
I wish you’d stop burning a hole in my brain 
Before these thoughts are permanently engrained 
With every smile it becomes increasingly clear 
You’re corrupting both my hemispheres