1. |
I Take My Crow
02:22
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I take my crow with feathers and all
With carrion still in its craw
With beaks and bones and bacteria
I take my crow black and bitter
With a rub of sage and coriander
Rosemary and onion powder
I take my crow with sweet potatoes
Cornbread stuffing and heirloom tomatoes
Paired with a pinot grigio
I take my crow on Royal Doulton
With Waterford crystal wine stems
Served on the finest white linens
I choke it down
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2. |
My Lonesome
03:26
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I will play my song
With words I wrote all by my lonesome
It will not take long
Just long enough for you to smile some
Then perhaps a minute or two longer
My audience tonight
Is one among the many who’ve come
My audience tonight
Is weary and worn
Bleary and bored
Save for but one
So I will play for you
Play the very best I’m able
If you clap or sing along
I will be forever grateful
That is all that I could ask for
My audience tonight
Is one among the many who’ve come
My audience tonight
Is weary and worn
Bleary and bored
Save for but one
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3. |
A Song So Joyous
03:08
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Been told I only write
Such sad songs
That my heart must be sad too
Well, I guess they’re right
Cuz I feel it
Beating sadly all night
Beating sadly all night
But then again
How can we grow
When we’re always comfortable?
So here it goes
My best shot
At a song so joyous
At a song so joyous
I’m so happy for you
And your happy home
And your happy bones
I’m so happy for you
From your happy head
To your happy toes
I’m so happy for you
I could hold my arms out
And be happy for you
For you
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4. |
The Architect
04:18
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These lines divide
They diverge and reconnect
This house upon such plans
Was drawn so perfect
These walls were borders
Of stone and mortar
And every crack and corner was bound
I’ve built temples
To the sky that now
Lay in ruin on the ground
Sculpted grounds
And statues worn and wild
Sprawling rooms
Of imported Spanish tile
These walls were borders
Of stone and mortar
And every crack and corner was bound
I’ve built temples
To the sky that now
Lay in ruin on the ground
Parlors filled with daylight
Breezy and cool were our days
Behind these walls
These walls were borders
Of stone and mortar
And every crack and corner was bound
I’ve built temples
To the sky that now
Lay in ruin on the ground
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5. |
The Plague Doctor
05:53
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The Sweet Alyssum, the Lilac
The Jasmine and Stock
The Lily of the Valley
And the Four O’Clock
The Boronia, Wisteria
Gardenia and Rose
Well, I heard you coughing
I heard you coughing
I’ve doubled the dosage and filled your prescriptions
I’ve cast out the demons with verse from the scriptures
And none of that worked and your vitals are poor
And the leeches aren’t thirsty no more
I heard you coughing
The Sweet Alyssum, the Lilac
The Jasmine and Stock
The Lily of the Valley
And the Four O’Clock
The Boronia, Wisteria
Gardenia and Rose
Well, I heard you coughing
I heard you coughing
The cause may lie deeper than we were expecting
And in my professional second opinion
A rag with some ether, you’re going under
Nurse, hand me that scalpel there, I’m going in
Perhaps i should have realized
Perhaps we should just give up
Perhaps we should just let go
All creation finds it’s end
I heard you coughing
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6. |
Rebuild
01:40
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Tim Dolan Los Angeles, California
Singer/Songwriter from Los Angeles, CA
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