1. |
Wings to Fly
02:45
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She has wings to fly
She has wings to fly now
She has wings to fly
And they’ll carry her home
Had she wanted nothing
Had she wanted nothing more
Than a place to land
And a pedestal to stand
Bury her with diamond rings
Bury her with diamond rings now
Bury her with diamond rings
From her lovers of old
Remember her standing there
With the golden flowers in her hair
Oh how right it seemed
When you were in her company
How do you recall
If you ever had it all?
When it’s dark she’s never there
But you feel her in the air
You feel her all around
She has wings to fly
She has wings to fly now
She has wings to fly
And they’ll carry her home
Had she wanted nothing
Had she wanted nothing more
Than a place to land
And a pedestal to stand
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2. |
The Way the Wind Blows
04:13
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Weathered to the bone
Rough and calloused skin
Do you ever take a moment
To bring up what’s within
Fields of green and clover
Tilled and then mowed over
Ready to break down again
and again
Oh the tastes so sweet,
Beds of coreopsis and butterfly weed
Borders to grow, to sow
And the bees will dance their way
Into my grain
How can I listen
To the way the wind does blow
Through the air
In the summertime
Sweat beating down my back
My hair to curls as the sun refracts
From the vacuum,
To the sky,
To the clouds
And the fields all around me
Growing up the plains
Settled down in my chair
The fog comes in,
Then sky turns bare
Blue, all above me
How can I listen
To the way the wind does blow
Through the air
In the summertime
How can I remember
That the leaves will turn to brown
But grow anew
In the summertime
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3. |
Pretty Boy
05:24
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Cold and damned
Is not much better than,
Not much better than
He
Wise, unruly eyes
Do they see better than,
They see better than
He
Inside his crooked shed
See his delirium
See his delirium
Wed
To his heavy bones
White as the overhead
Lights above his thrown
Dripping off his bed
You held his hands and plead
The morning when he …
See his chest rising
Does he want to go home?
You can’t ask him
But it’s rising,
Does he want to go alone?
Down, pretty boy
Rolling out his carpet new
He knew, even then
He told you ‘Honey,
I’m no better than them,
Just a mind and a friend
My eyes see dreams,
My skin has bled,
Thin as cellophane,
Thin as cellophane
So spread me out across the streets
From way up high
My arms and legs
And speech
And when I die
And when I …’
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4. |
Eyes of Blue
03:53
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I wait by the door
With bated breath I pour for you
These frozen eyes of blue
And the wind above me sings
Misery will build your wings for you
These frozen eyes of blue
And my shivering form will wait for you
In the light of the dark it shines anew
And the willow it bursts with green
A sight I had never seen
And the heart it brings us what we know is true
And a lover who instead
Finds space to rest your head a few
These frozen eyes of blue
And sweeter is the rose
When cut amongst the throes, in ruins
These frozen eyes of blue
And my shivering form will wait for you
In the light of the dark it shines anew
And the willow it bursts with green
A sight I had never seen
And the heart it brings us what we know is true
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5. |
Mercy
03:35
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Mary may you never cry for me
You've got a whole lot of baggage babe
And nothing you can see
Mary may your heart stop beating so hard
You've got a whole lot of love to give
And none of it is wrong
And if you're crying, what a crying shame
And if you're crying, it don't seem quite like pain
Mercy may your life last pretty long
You've got a whole lot of thinking to do
Before your body's gone
Mercy may the woods heal your faith
You've got a whole lot of playing to do
And nothing is a waste
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6. |
For the Daughters
02:57
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I hope it's better for the daughters
I hope a light will guide them through
Every dark and sordid hour
Even if those prairies can't bloom
I have a distaste for anticipation
It makes me squeal and cry and curl
So let's go on a little vacation
When we get back we can see the world
And what it has become
Ask your mother to tell you any different
How she loved you through and through
And at another time
She had a choice to draw the line
Goodbye, she had to do
Goodbye, felt through and through
It's not some shallow reservation
To not scream and shout atop the world
I'm full and love and creation
But what I see is just making me full of, full of ...
I hope it's better for the daughters
I hope a light will guide them through
Every dark and sordid hour
Even if those prairies can't bloom
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7. |
Bumblebee Ramble
03:02
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Melissa Leanne Salt Lake City, Utah
banjo picker, guitar playing, singer-songwriter out of Salt Lake City, Utah.
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