Tag: country music

Sister’s Little Helper

 

Johnny Cash stepped to the front of the stage and looked out into the smoke and haze, wiped a tear from his eye and said, “this first song goes out to a man in the back. Folks don’t know his name, but they told me last night that his Mother died. They say he’s a little stunned about what happened in the past, about what caused all the pain that wasn’t supposed to last, but, if you will all stop to think about what she did, why she did it, why things couldn’t be different, well, maybe you’ll see a little of her in both you and me.”

There’s no use crying now, grandma had to say, you’ve got your life ahead of you now. But before I was old enough to know her, grandma was gone just like mother before her,

The way was set down for me to follow in the moon’s spotlight, shifting my gaze waiting through days escaping the daylight, dancing through the willows, creeping through hollows, swallowing inspiration from the dark of night.

As long as i recall growing up, there were traces of the moments grandma left behind, and though i can never recall mother’s face in my mind

I can hear her tell me, “no matter how long it seems that I am gone i will never leave you behind. Once days have passed and you are getting older you’ll no where i have gone.”

Steady I watch from afar, racked with guilt and pain, in the shadows I’ve left behind, the woman who replaced the comfort of a womb with an ice cold virgin stare.

No matter how hard I tried to please you, you just gave me religion, and brotherhood too, with brothers made for squeezin’ and making life blue.

I live life as a stranger, the one who is always in some sort of danger from folks pointing their fingers needing a symbol to blame all there troubles on.

But sometimes I take a while to linger with those who take the time to take me in, with heartfelt intention on these wooden floors through the swinging doors

Belly up some peace, lay it up at last, fling away the extra baggage to the bottom of the glass. We”ll pull on our boots and stomp on all this misery.

 

Sanctuary

I’ve been wasting time waiting on better days. Thought I’d take the time to paint the clouds before they’d blown away. But when I looked outside today I couldn’t place my heart where I stood. That’s when I found out I’d been wasting time and time was running out.

Sanctuary, been wasting time on thoughts pretending, shut in my house, I’m on my way out and I’m locking the door. Free on the air and grass to my knees, arms open wide to feel the warmth everywhere

Since you went away, I’ve been down to the point of weeping, always like i just fell off my horse. Endless nights of restless sleeping. You ended up instead, with somebody else less demanding. I set the table for myself with with no regret, just needing what you couldn’t give.

I don’t want you to cry or feel the way I feel, like a dragon’s snagged my heart and made me to heel. Forward you go, no need to pull me ahead. I’ll be there if you ever come home again.

Sanctuary, been wasting time on thoughts pretending, shut in my house, I’m on my way out and I’m locking the door. Free on the air and grass to my knees, arms open wide to feel the warmth everywhere.

You were always reaching and I toward you, with fingers outstretched, on opposite sides of a window, you in the still of night and me in a dream. I couldn’t start to to blame you for closing the door, no questions why, for wanting what is more, what’s waiting on the other side.

If you could only see your face inside my head, you couldn’t misplace all the memories you have given me. I don’t want to say I want to leave too and I cannot keep away, in spite what’s best for you.

Sanctuary, been wasting time on thoughts pretending, shut in my house, I’m on my way out and I’m locking the door. Free on the air and grass to my knees, arms open wide to feel the warmth everywhere.

So many times i started to say I am sorry, so many times wanted you to need, too, but i know you could never feel that way, and i will loathe myself for reaching. So it’s time to step away, don’t fear the trap door, we’ll both figure it out. It’s not too late to follow the path that is open.

The Black Scarecrow

scratch lyrics from Barnabas Collins

there is no question
about my way and the man i’ve become
but you took my arrows
and stoned my weakness
Now I hold the door, let you in my hollow

can’t you see, my wicked means
my empty sound my hollow beat my frozen needs
but the time will come, i’ll pull you in
for a spotlight on the mantle of my dreams

I gave up a long time ago
to make amends with the friends i left behind
but it’s not too late, for my heart
you know i got one, just a little sawed off
a little untended shotgun

can’t you see, my wicked means
my empty sound my hollow beat my frozen needs
and the time will come, I’ll pull you in
for a spotlight on the mantle of my dreams

I am the black scarecrow