Dandelion

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Dandelion

Words and music by Kirk Lucas

Here, people want to cut you down.
There, people want to drag you out.
They’re saying you’re a mistake.
One God simply allowed.

Wear your smile on the children’s faces,
In your eyes when I look at the sun.
A crown of jewels on a desert island.
You are the wonderful one.

They’re calling you a companion.
They say you’re a thief.
Fairest fire on down to the water.
Eight days you’re flying away.

I got your smile all around my letterbox.
And I believe you bring me luck.
In the fields, you're hounds and horses.
In my dreams, we share a cup.

Look around, all I see is flowers.
Years ago, you brought me wine.
Lovers laying for hours.
And all we have, all we have is time.

Here comes the poison.
Here comes the rain.
High on a hilltop,
You’re not afraid.
No, you’re not afraid,
Dandelion.

When are you coming up?

 

 

Magnets & Pictures

Words and music by Kirk Lucas

Magnets and pictures on the fridge,
And they're covering the whole damn thing.
She’s got the air fresheners plugged in.
It’s like she’s trying to hide one of seven deadly sins.

Decoupage puzzles on the walls,
And two glass cabinets filled with dolls,
A broken puppet on a velvet chair.
I don’t like the way he sits and stares, no no.

There’s a winding stony path
To a fountain out in back.
She’ll lay you down out there.
Don’t forget about your prayers.

It’s a pity that you came here,
A pity you don’t want to leave.
It’s a pity that you came here,
A pity that you don’t want to leave.

Old telescope by the sliding door,
And you can’t help but want to see more.
You think of looking into space,
But you can’t stop looking into her face, yeah yeah.

There’s a winding stony path
To a fountain out in back.
She’ll lay you down out there.
Don’t forget about your prayers.

It’s a pity that you came here,
A pity you don’t want to leave.
It’s a pity that you came here,
A pity that you don’t want to leave.

It’s a pity, a pity that you came here.

 

 

Chocolate Milk & Vodka

Words and music by Kirk Lucas

She marks the calendar with another dot,
One for every day she’s been off the sauce.
But she lies to herself when she can hardly walk.
And she lies to me when she can barely talk.

Sits in the morning with a clear cup of tea.
I look at her and think it might happen to me.
A bottle underneath the bottom drawer:
The cheaper the better you know what to save your money for.

Chocolate milk and vodka, house callin’ doctor.
Chocolate milk and vodka, cheap Russian doctor.

Her handmade things all around the place.
Rolling around like a marble in a maze.
It's easy to see that she’s seen better days.
I don’t want to say that we’ve all seen better days.

Watch her disappear to another room.
She appears to sweep away the gloom.
A necessary rest upon the chair.
Sliding down that street to you know where.

Chocolate milk and vodka, house callin’ doctor
Chocolate milk and vodka, sweet Russian doctor
Chocolate milk and vodka, that’s for my Momma
Chocolate milk and vodka, don’t you wanna dance today?

Pour some liquid to a cup.
You don’t have to measure, you know it’s enough.
Top it off with vitamin D.
You know it’s got the calcium you need.
You need need need.

Chocolate milk and vodka, house callin’ doctor
Chocolate milk and vodka, sweet Russian doctor
Chocolate milk and vodka, that’s for my Momma
Doctor, doctor, don’t you wanna dance today?

She’s been alone for so many years.
Hard to say when she learned to hold back the tears.
She’s done so many wonderful things with her time.
Sometimes she feels like she’s wasted her entire life.

Chocolate milk and vodka, house callin’ doctor
Chocolate milk and vodka, sweet Russian doctor
Chocolate milk and vodka, that’s for my Momma
Doctor, doctor, don’t you wanna dance today?

 

 

Heart of an Angel

Words and music by Kirk Lucas

You’ve got the fire of the ancients, burning in your soul.
You’ve got the fire of the ancients, burning in your soul.
You’ve got the fire, you’ve got the fire, you’ve got the fire.

You’ve got the eyes of a stranger, smiling at the world.
You’ve got the eyes of a stranger in this wicked old world.
You’ve got the eyes, you’ve got the eyes, you’ve got the eyes.

You’ve got the soul of a poet, spinning like a wheel.
You’ve got the soul of a poet, turning like a wheel.
You’ve got the soul, you’ve got the soul, you’ve got the soul.

Someday, you’ll fly away.
Someday, you wont have to worry.
Someday, you’ll fly away.
Someday, your poet’s soul will be free.

You’ve got the mind of an artist, you love what you love.
You’ve got the mind of an artist, you love what you love.
You’ve got the mind, you’ve got the mind, you’ve got the mind.

You had the heart of an angel, feathers of gold.
You had the heart of an angel, all silver and gold.
You had the heart, you had the heart, you had the heart.

Someday, you’ll fly away.
Someday, you wont have to worry.
Someday, you’ll fly away.
Someday, your angel's heart will be free.

Someday, we’ll fly away.
Someday, you wont have to worry.
Someday, we’ll fly away.
Someday, your angel's heart will be free.
Will be free.
Will be free.

 

 

February Rain

Words and music by Kirk Lucas

Got some demons in my closet
I need to exercise.
Goblins living in the basement,
I'll take them out for a ride.

Stop drop and roll won’t work for me.
I’m burning.

Got the stained glass for my window,
When they tore the chapel down.
Leaded glass and color
Burning halfway to the ground.

Stop drop and roll wont work for me.
I’m burning.
I’m burning, I’m burning, I’m burning. I'm feeling no pain.
I’m burning, I’m burning, I’m burning in the February rain

February rain, can't see where I'm going.
Trying to define what's ahead.
Blind in one eye, rubbing the other.
Got to make it through again,
Through the February rain.
Through the February rain.
Through the February rain.

Well, my friend down in Chicago
Sang a song, passing time.
Melody is blue and lovely
As any that you'll find.

I'm in a lonesome reverie,
And I'm burning.
I’m burning, I’m burning, I’m burning. I'm feeling those pains.
I’m burning, I’m burning, I’m burning in the February rain

It all comes down to you, my friend.
Find your way to the flame.
It all evolves again and again.
Climb out of your cave
Into the February rain.
Into the February rain.

 

 

Promises Are Hard to Keep

Words and music by Kirk Lucas

I put a flag out in the yard, it’s a promise you’ll come home to me.
I tie a ribbon round that old cherry tree.
If you promise to stay on your feet.
I know that promises are hard to keep.

Put a white bow in your hair.
You’re the circle, I’m the square.
Wave a white flag in the air.
Some promises don’t seem fair.
They say that promises are hard to keep.
I know that promises are hard to keep.
Please come home to me.

I put a flag out in the yard, it’s a promise you’ll come home to me.
Tie a ribbon round that old cherry tree.
They say that promises are hard to keep.
I know that promises are hard to keep.
Please come home to me.
Come home to me.
Come home to me.
Come home to me.
Come home to me.

All the things that you love, now baby,
Fly around like a thousand doves.
Only things that are real
Are the things that will help you heal.
You thought you saw yourself in me.
You thought you saw yourself in me.

I put a flag out in the yard, it’s a promise you’ll come home to me.
Tie them seven ribbons round each and every tree.
They say that promises are hard to keep.
You know that promises are hard to keep.
Please come home to me.
Come home to me.
Come home to me.
Come home to me.
Come home to me.

Promises are hard to keep.
I know that promises are hard to keep.

I put a flag out in the yard.

 

 

Donegal Bay

Words and music by Kirk Lucas

We met on the Mainland,
Rode the ferry over.
Said she used to fly.
Mind the hum of diesel,
The waves and the two-hour ride.
I asked her where she was going.
The Emerald Isle did sway.
Said she was going to visit some friends
Out on Donegal Bay.

And there’s a bottle from my baggage.
We were smiling to the breeze.
Sometimes I fly.
Mind the hum of diesels,
The waves and the two-hour ride.
She asked me where I was going.
The Emerald Isle did sway.
I said I have some family
On the way to Donegal Bay.

Here below the Kings Highway,
All the world embracing
On the Street of Smiles.
Mind the boat was early,
Friends had not arrived.
Ask her where did she come from,
Cast her eyes away,
And we saw an eagle fly
All the way from Donegal Bay.

Look away, Donegal Bay.
Away, Donegal Bay.
Lights from on high heavenly shine
Out o’er Donegal Bay.

And there's travelers from the Mainland.
That song’s never over.
Sometimes they fly.
Mind the hum of the diesels,
Waves and the two hour ride.
I wonder where I am going.
The Emerald Isle does sway.
Maybe someday I’ll spend some time
Out on Donegal Bay.

Look away, Donegal Bay.
Away, Donegal Bay.
Lights from on high heavenly shine
Out o’er Donegal Bay.

 

 

Stop and Slow

Words and music by Kirk Lucas

I saw her on Monday,
The traffic was slow.
The traffic was slow.

I saw her on Tuesday,
The traffic was slow.
The traffic was slow.
Standing on a broken white line,
No place else to go.

Wheelin’ on a Wednesday,
The sun shining down.
Yeah, the sun shining down.
Waving a flag like a beauty queen,
I’m looking for the crown.

Traffic controller,
I just wanna know ya’
And all your wild ways.
Stop and slow Honey,
You don't know you’re the only one for me,
The only one for me.

Through it on Thursday,
Radio to her lips,
A slender hand upon her hip.
Shotgun detour
Adderall to my trip.

Flying on Friday,
A slicker for the rain,
Yeah, my eyes are filled again.
Moving like a flame now,
Moving all the chains.

Traffic controller,
I just wanna know ya’
And all your wild ways.
Stop and slow Honey,
You don't know you’re the only one for me,
The only one for me.
You’re the only one for me.

 

 

He Dreams of Amish Girls

Words and music by Bruce Lash

He dreams of Amish girls.
He wants to take them to the city.
He thinks they're so pretty,
That they belong upon a stage.
He'll test their faith,
And they will question their religion:
That spiritual nutrition
From a long forgotten Age.

He dreams of Amish girls
Dancing in the wildflowers,
For hours and hours,
Until they realize it's late.
But they love the moonlight.
It illuminates their dances
And betters the chances
That sleep will have to wait.

Under dark dresses,
A new muscle flexes.
It feels like a moonbeam.
Ohh, doesn't it feel good to dream?
It's so good to dream.
It's good to dream.

And he dreams of Amish girls.
Bathing in a river
That the Good Lord delivered
In a field of grass and sage.
He wants to stay here,
But he knows that he must leave 'em
And all they believe in
From that long forgotten Age.

He was just dreaming
Of a long forgotten age.

 

 

No One in the World

Words and music by Kirk Lucas

Were you a bird flying?
Birds would fly with you.
Were you the sky falling?
Raise you back where you belong.
Were you the road winding?
All the roads find you.
Were you the river rising?
Sun break ahead,
Yeah, the moon and the stars, where you been?

I’ve seen you all along the crowded street.
People talk in rhythm to the sound of your feet.
No one in the world can resist you.
You’re an Angel,
Falling into everyone’s heart.

Were you the night calling?
Creatures call to you.
Were you thunder and lightning?
We all wait for you.
Were you under a mountain?
Would you be the diamonds?
Yeah, now would you be the gold?

Where you walk lightly flowers dance and sway.
Weed and Willow bend your way.
No one in the world can resist you.
You’re an Angel,
Falling into everyone’s heart.

The wind needs your breath.
The fire needs your dreams.
The world made a home all for you,
Although you’re only passing through.

No one in the world can resist you.
You’re an Angel,
Falling into everyone’s heart.
Falling into everyone’s heart.

You are a bird flying.
You are the road winding.
You are the night calling.

 

 

North Country Girl

Words and music by Kirk Lucas

Looking for a girl with Kaleidoscope eyes.
Waiting on an angel to fall.
Looking for a girl, and she got hope in her smile,
Waiting for the sky to revolve.

Looking for a girl, and she got flowers on her dash.
Waiting on a factory girl.
Looking for my girl, and she’s much better than the rest.
Waiting on a North Country girl.

I'm waiting on a North Country girl, boys.
Waiting on a North Country girl.
Waiting on a North Country girl, boys.
Waiting on a North Country girl.

I'm looking for a girl, maybe stains on her blouse.
Looking for my Blue Collar girl.
Waiting on a girl, and I’m quite as a mouse.
Waiting on a Blue Collar girl.

I'm looking for a girl, and she’ll be under a pack.
Waiting on my Day Trippin girl.
Looking for a girl, and we may never come back.
Waiting on a North Country girl.

I'm waiting on a North Country girl, boys.
Waiting on a North Country girl.
Waiting on a North Country girl, boys.
Waiting on a North Country girl.

Shame on me I’ll keep on waiting.
I know we’re gonna be together.
Shame on her, keep me waiting.
I might wait forever.

Looking for a girl with Kaleidoscope eyes.
Waiting on an angel to fall.
Looking for a girl, and she got hope in her smile,
Waiting on an angel to fall.

I'm waiting on a North Country girl, boys.
Waiting on a North Country girl.
Waiting on a North Country girl, boys.
Waiting on a North Country girl.

I’m waiting.
I’m gonna wait again.
I’m waiting.