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Bobby let the sunlight in and it spilled across the floor
And it flowed across the dusty tile and it climbed up the back wall
Next to the cigarette machines where the liquor’s neatly stored
Reflected off the bottles there like a boozy mirror ball
And it pulls
With his body shielded by the door, well, he poked his head just so
Ready with his shoulder tight and primed to throw his weight into the door
In that old familiar stance, should his fear go unopposed
But today a little braver, and braver still than days before
And it pulls
Little by little
His eyes now open wide and his pupils small in size
And his lenses stretched and squeezed ’til their focus was just right
Saw the grass that lined the busy street was a billiard-table green
And the sky was all the colors of a television screen
And it pulls
Then Bobby stepped a cautious foot past the threshold daring him
Now into the vibrant wilderness, now into the violent wind
That barreled down and swirled about like all 4 horsemen galloping
His arms they folded over and in their crooks he crouched there, hiding
And it pulls
Little by little
“Oh no no no no no no no,” he cried
“Oh no this isn’t what I bargained for
I’m not crazy, I’m not crazy; maybe just a little unsure”
And he slunk back inside
And threw his weight into the door
And it pulls
Little by little
“Daylight, daylight let me love you
Little by little”
“Daylight, daylight let me love you
Little by little”
And softly in the night, in darkness by the door
You can find him mopping up the sunlight that had spilled across the floor
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Why Are You So Quiet?
04:34
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Hey there kid, cat got your tongue?
You’ve been tiptoeing ‘round here like a fly on a drum
With your wallpaper stare and those grays that you wear
Frankly, I haven’t much noticed you there
All gangly and strange like a bat without fangs
You’re here in these photos, but what is your name?
Why are you so quiet?
I can see in your eyes all kinds of things stirring
In there is where wonderful things must occur
And I wish you would let me experience them
Yours are the most placid waters I’ve swam
It’s hard to know you when I don’t know your thoughts
I write you a novel and you never talk
Why are you so quiet?
Why are you bothered? What’s that all about?
I prefer your strong silence to them running their mouths
You’re calm like a lake and I need that I think
If you’re upset, well just try opening up
A little more
It’s not that hard
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Minor Victory
04:40
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Oh chemicals!
They’ve done it again, they’ve pardoned me
I was alone and wanted to stay at home
But they dragged me out and stood me there
In the midst of a crowd and put words in my mouth
Dumb things like: “We should get together and do this again”
Ensuring my dependency will never end
Oh chemicals!
My heart, my heart is easing now
It’s safe within its nest
Content to stay within the bounds
Of my chest
They’ve done it again, triumphantly
In a minor victory by the skin of my teeth
They heard the boom of battle drums
And 10 milligrams silenced ‘em
Now here I am flying their banner like a balloon
Here I am next up in line in the waiting room
Oh chemicals!
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Poor Atlas
04:30
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Poor Atlas in his pain, holds the world upon his trembling frame
No shelter or shade, his body is stung by the punishing rain
His balance is the thing, lest his load shudders and shakes
When you’re born on a tightrope never mind the view
There’s no troubling the wire when the rent is due
And there’s no looking down
It’s just not what you do
Been staring at the ceiling for a few long hours and change
In a half-sleep-half-daze, in tossed sheets and an Ambien haze
I stretch like a paycheck, turn and curl into shape
When you’re born on a tightrope never mind the view
There’s no troubling the wire when the rent is due
And there’s no looking down
It’s just not what you do
Here is the money I owe
Here is the money I owe
Every last dollar accounted for
From bleak and blasted chores
I dreamt I had no net, had no plan B - it was just all me up there
One slip on the rope and I’d splash upon the ground below
A circus boy with a line to toe
When you’re born on a tightrope never mind the view
There’s no troubling the wire when the rent is due
And there’s no looking down
It’s just not what you do
Here is the money I owe
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Bobby
03:04
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Bobby ain’t been out
In nearly 3 weeks
Says he ain’t feeling well
Been under the covers
Bobby’s a private little fucker
Bobby, we got some seats
For tonight’s rock show
Bobby, he paid in full
But then he’s a no-show
Whatever man, that’s his choice
Its like a punch to the gut, a thinning the herd, we still move in numbers, we walk undeterred, lights out on the boulevard, we move through space and time unfettered and unconcerned, coffee and card games, have a beer at the bar and move on, like a stone thrown through window panes letting in the pouring rain, we share a laugh and dance among the broken glass, it’s no matter if we fall, it’s no matter at all
Bobby we hanging out?
What’s with all the questions?
Bobby got one last chance
Or we’re cutting him out
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Major Victory
03:36
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He poured the wine and lit the candle
She was thrown, as this seldom occurs
He slid his hand across the table
To be met and devoured by hers
“I’m sure that I hold you back
I’m sorry my fear is such
But love, your love is shapeless
It can seep into the moon
And fill the canyons and the craters and all”
“Yet lately I’ve been miles away, babe”
She said, “I wish there was something I could do
When you get like this, I’m powerless to help you”
And a cautious smile forced on her face
He said, “I’m grateful I have your ear
I’m grateful I have you here
And love, your love is shapeless
It can stir awake the moon
And fill the canyons and the craters and all
And love, your love is shapeless
It can stir awake the moon
And fill the canyons and the craters and all”
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Satellites
04:14
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January 3rd, Two-Thousand-and-Something
I just got back to town
So cue the routine depression
And count the days ‘til my return
I’m a country’s length away from my home
In my adoptive land
Though clear across the signal goes
The connection’s bad
When an interloper comes and finds love
Then turns his head around
To see his home advancing on
He wants to bridge that gap somehow
I’m squinting to look and I’m stretching to wave
But like my memories,
You’re getting smaller and smaller
And smaller each day
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Li li li
Li li li li
The new year came and with it, the same
Thoughts as any year
Resolve to prove my worth in song
Resolve to get back on a stage
I’d shout to the ceiling and tear at the blinds
To stay within your heart
If I can tiptoe past the fear
And brush the cobwebs from this old guitar
Thank you for flying with us today, we’ve enjoyed having you on board.
Li li li
Li li li li
Satellites
Satellites keep on circling and circling
Li li li
Li li li li
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Tim Dolan Los Angeles, California
Singer/Songwriter from Los Angeles, CA
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