...from "Bedtime Story" (Buy CD)
- Sunday Dresses
- Hat Song
- Deliver Me
- Offering
- Angel
- Windshield
- Spring Cleaning
- Heading Home
- Bedtime Story
- Demon Sleep
- Lauren
Sunday Dresses Listen
Words: Kelley Dolan
Music: Kelley Dolan/Jason Graham
Polished dolls in Sunday dresses
Sleepy still in nightgown tresses
Mema takes me, but I’m still sore
from rocks, from branches, the dirty floor
Into the woods to play
cops and robbers with the boys Saturday
but the trick was on me, so were they
sweet innocence was stripped away
I brought him flowers every day
to make sure he hadn’t gone away
I laid them at his feet
and asked for my soul to keep
Wooden pews split apart
Keepers of the sacred heart
he went into the garden
I died in the woods
a lamb to slaughter, she’s gone
He watches over me, my secret safe to see
Mema squeezes my hand and pats my knee
she sings her praises to the promised land
Hat Song
Kelley Dolan/Jason Graham
you cast a shadow
I’m looking for shade
the brim of your hat
your warm embrace
he wore that hat to keep his soul
from drifting off, from giving in
I’m gonna rest in your shade
instead of struggling with this broken vase
I’m struggling with this broken vase
your smile so sweet
the freckles on your face
you’re like peaches and cream
some magnolia dream
you’re the umbrella on my beach
you’re the candy man
my trip to fantasy island
(Chorus)
Deliver Me Listen
Words: Kelley Dolan
Music: Kelley Dolan/Jason Graham
Saturday night running on empty
I dialed Ming Pang’s Bamboo Garden
the busboy answered
and he said Ming’s out back
pulling weeds and having a smoke
That’s okay I said,
I just called to see
do you deliver
can you deliver me
I said, Ming, the Garden’s changed
since the new management took over
well you’re still the best around
but those guys have got to go,
those guys have got to go
don’t ever let them put you down
it’s in your heart the truth is found
Hey I just called to see
do you deliver
can you deliver me
the bonsai tree you gave to me
is turning out just fine
and the recipes you jotted down
made me the best stir-fry in town
Deliver Me from myself
restore my fractured self
Hey, I just called to see
can you deliver me
deliver me from myself
restore my fractured self
Bonsai, oh my, and all kinds of tiny trees
Silly of me to think you could deliver me
Offering
Words: Kelley Dolan/ Cristrin Moore
Music: Kelley Dolan/Jason Graham
I sat in a coffee shop
intending to write you a letter
I didn’t know where to start
Well, how are you
How are you after the breakup
And have you been to London lately
You know, I still think of you
Every time I hear Peter Schrier sing
From visions of true love
Please, I want the gift of an eternity
Thinking sweetly of you my friend
Not recalling the pounding wintry rain
And squalid cool times
Do you still dream about Glenn Gould
Leonard Bernstein died
a year or two after I last saw you
what do you dream about now
well I’m trying to keep my dreams alive
what do you see when you close your eyes
(Chorus)
Angel
Jason Graham/Kelley Dolan
Shimmering the moon, the stars on your face (2x)
You know I’m finding it hard to focus my eyes on you
I guess I wasn’t ready for an angel so soon, oh...
Angel won’t you kiss me softly
With your eyes
Angel won’t you hold me closely
With your smile
Forgive me, I’ve laid down my arms
believe in me, I’ve laid down my heart
I’m singing, I’m singing in the rain
I’ve forgotten what I was fighting for
I’ve come so far to see you
I know I’ve caused you pain
(Chorus)
Show me your light
And let me kiss your face (2x)
Oh Angel....
Windshield
Words: Kelley Dolan
Music: Kelley Dolan/Jason Graham
The streets were wet
Rainwater dripped
Through the cracks
in my windshield
My eyes blurred
By streaming tears
My mind was getting clouded
same old, same old, same old hidden fears
Here I am standing in your doorway
Choking back the tears
I’m holding back an ocean
Waking up my fears
Working on some notion
Of where we’re gonna go
Where we’re gonna go from here
With a single stroke
I could paint your walls black
With a single strike
I could tear you apart
With a final push
I could level you
If I didn’t love you
(Chorus)
Spring Cleaning
Kelley Dolan
Yellow-eyed bats flap dusty wings
The brushing broom disturbs their nest
Tucked away in the belly of secrets
Grandma’s doilies and porcelain figures
Wrapped in delicate white paper
Uncle’s fingerings forgotten
In cobweb-draped intestines
Sacks of buried shame and lies
Disappointments folded neatly
Packed tight, packed tight
Ready to wear
It’s a short, short
treacherous flight
hey what do you know
where you wanna go
your bags are packed
your flight is boarding
kick off on your broom
now there’s room
how high, how high
can you fly
Heading Home
Words: Kelley Dolan
Music: Kelley Dolan/Patrick Dolan
Heading home, headlights shining in the trees
Wheels turn with the winding road
The Appalachian Trail sings at night, stories of old
all the ladies down at Little Creek Restaurant,
‘til the parkway ran through
I’m heading home to find my left shoe
Going back to glimpse some piece of you
Heading home to find some part of me
that I left behind
You’re going down
To the valley of hope and dread
Crossing the line of what I longed for
but you never said
Why the hell am I heading home
Just to be let down by you again
Why the hell am I heading home
To con artists, thieves and fools
I’m a separatist
I’m a fugitive
I’m a separatist
I wish I could embrace you
But I’m choking
I eat anger and if I speak
If I speak I’ll spit fire
and burn your house down
Bedtime Story
Kelley Dolan
Goodnight, sleep tight
The monster comes at midnight
Sweetly for a lullaby
A story, Grimm tales
and nightmares
under the blanket
Unfettered and faithful
leaving breadcrumb trails
and old wive’s tales
Singing high
we’re sinking low
back and forth
oh , here we go…
Demon Sleep
Kelley Dolan
Demons in my head
Monsters under my bed
Wait for me
Wait for me to hang
My arm over
They wait for me
Wait for me to take
My leg from the knee
Limb by limb by limb by limb
They rip me from my precious
Llimb by limb they rip me limb by limb
by limb by limb from my precious
my precious sleep, sleep, sleep
I just got home
can’t believe you’re gone
like a bohemian phoenix
you soar up out of the burning embers
nothing holds you down for long
ooh...what a difference a day makes
what kind of chance you gonna take today
you’re marching in
a funny little rutted path
and you’re a real good
yes you’re a real good soldier
people gonna miss you girl
you’re the heart of this
vanguard little world
well the walls would sing
and the floors would dance
it all vibrated around you,
you and the plants
but as for me,
well you gave us a chance
we’re gonna see you
on the other side of the tracks
on the other side of the tracks
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