by Warren Haynes
My whole life's been filled with song and dreams
When I was a child I had a time machine
Little did I know it would go to fast
Little did I know I could see the future
But not the past
Leave it all behind, come what may
Always thought I'd be coming home some day
Little did I know that life is hard
Here I am now, staring out a window
To my old back yard
Is there any comfort to be derived
In knowing that most of our lives
Could never be the same, could never go back home
And those that can, are lucky, I guess
To somehow escape from this mess
Me, I can only do it, in dreams and songs
Trying to feel the hope of running a race
Leaves an even bigger empty space
A moving target is harder to kill
Never was one for taking it easy
Or standing still
Nowadays I find myself again
Throwing stones and caution to the wind
Nothing's really changed but the scenery
Staring into my child's eyes, I realize
What it all means to me
Friday, June 9, 2017
Dreams & Songs
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Labels: dream, hope, life, longing, melancholia, memory, Mule
Thursday, May 27, 2010
Lay of the Sunflower
by Robert Hunter
I must leave you for a season
Go out logging that hardwood timber
Hardwood timber that grows so low
In the forest of Fennario
Tell me what you need to live
Do you ask that you might own
Keep my blue-eyed hound to guard you
I will make my way alone
I will not return in winter
If I be not back by fall
Seek me when this small sunflower
Grows above the garden wall
Fare ye well, I would not weep
I bid you tend your prayers to keep
Hill by dale now must I go
To the forest of Fennario
Nine-month blew with sleeted rain
And still he came not back again
Summoned she the hound to go
To seek him in Fennario
He came back the fated day
To find his lady gone away
Made haste to follow in her track
Where she could go but not turn back
The blue-eyed hound at her side did bay
While fast her breath did fade away
She cried out, 'Turn, my love, and go
'I would not you see me so'
Fare ye well, I would not weep
Bid you tend your prayers to keep
Hill by dale now I must go
To the forest of Fennario
I shall not turn, I shall not yield
O selfsame serpent sting my heel
That bleeds my lady's blood away
Beside the blue-eyed hound to lay
Angels sing their souls to sleep
Four winds grace their breath to keep
Up above yon garden wall
Stands the sunflower, straight and tall
Fare ye well, I would not weep
Bid you tend your prayers to keep
Hill by dale now I must go
To the forest of Fennario
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Friday, November 20, 2009
Frozen Fear
by Warren Haynes
Saw you from the corner of my eye
I know loneliness when I see it
Normally I'm not the hero type
But there was something between us
I could feel it
So I thought I'd throw you a line
I've needed one myself so many times
Now here were are, somewhere
Between 'thankful' and 'where do we go now?'
I know you're just running scared
And after all you've been through, you've got to beware
But don't be afraid to live your life, my dear
Unwillingness is just frozen fear
Find someplace soft and warm
I know we all need a little shelter from the storm
Times like these, you've got to leave it all behind
And know a new sun is gonna rise and shine
I know you think it can't be done
But every moment a new life is begun
People rise above everyday
Things that you and I will never have to face
Hold onto me if you need to
I know the river's deep and wide
Trust in me, I'll see you through
And I'll be there on the other side
I know you're just running scared
And after all you've been through, you've got to beware
But don't be afraid to live your life, my dear
Unwillingness is just frozen fear
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Sunday, August 9, 2009
Patchwork Quilt
by Warren Haynes
I never knew you
But then who really did?
If you were at all like me
You managed to keep yourself hid
A patchwork quilt of a life
Memories embroidered on your soul
So please forgive me
For putting you in my song
But the spirit, she moves me
In fact, she pushes me along
It's a patchwork quilt of a life
Can't stop the river, just let it roll
We were at Jones Beach when we got the word
Saddest sound that I ever heard
The bluest note that nobody could play
Ravens sang with us that night on the stage
Tears of sadness, tears of rage
But nobody spoke, we all felt old and in the way
So walk beside me
Or above me, I don't know
These days it sure seems
I'm lost where ever I go
'God, how could you?'
I heard someone say
And what do we do
With our lives now anyway?
Now that our North Star
Can no longer be found
But there's a banjo moon in a tie-dyed sky
Hippies dance and babies cry
Church bells ring
As a silver-haired angel looks down
And the blood of his music
Runs through the veins of our guitars
Bright lights, Dark Star
Wednesday, December 5, 2007
Wine and Blood
by Warren Haynes
Desirée's in disarray
Waiting for her angels to come
Where she used to feel the weight of a thousand lifetimes
Now she just feels numb
But there was a time when her beauty
Raised the eyebrows of the town
Any man would gladly give up all he had
Just to take Desirée down
She stares out the window
At the world passing by
She is caught beneath the wheel
Too heavy to lift, she feels too weak to try
People stare like strangers
Where once she might've asked them in
To fill the void where her heart once was
Now she just fills her glass again
And again
She walks the floor less traveled
Thinks of a sad melody
Wine and blood don't mix like they used to
Now they just make a memory
Too many years trying to do the right thing for the wrong man
Now the picture is clear
She drinks, and she cries, and she hides from the past
'Cause the truth is more bitter than the tears
All these half-truths and alibis
Help build a wall of denial
She takes comfort in the night, darkness blocks the light
From falling on her aging smile
Grey befalls her halo
Where there once was a golden mane
And her eyes don't shine like they used to
Without the moon, the sun would be in vain
She puts on her make-up
Though no one's seen her for days
Her silence is a lonely cry
She's trapped inside a maze
Her tears have turned to honey
Drawing the black flies of depression
Desirée's in disarray
Waiting for her angels again
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Labels: disharmony, loss, melancholia, Mule
Thursday, November 8, 2007
I'll Be the One
by Warren Haynes
When you're walking down the street
I'll be the one that stares like a statue
You turn the corner
I'll be the one that follows you downtown
When you finally notice me
I'll be the one fumbling with his feelings
Totally oblivious to anything and everything else around
Girl, when we meet
I'll be the one that showers you with attention
To win your love
I'll fight until the very end
When you treat me like a fool
I'll be the one that doesn't need redemption
Yeah, drive me away, keep coming back again and again
I'll be the rain if you want me to be
Help you to grow with no guarantee
Even be the clown, sad but true
But don't use me up
Or I'll be the one that used to worship you
When silence fills your world
I'll be the one that knows what you're thinking
And when passion burns like fire
I'll be the one bathing in the light
When the curse of darkness falls
I'll be the one who offers a candle
I'll even be the cushion for things that go crazy in the night
I'll be the rain if you want me to be
Help you to grow with no guarantee
Even be the clown sad but true
But don't use me up
Or I'll be the one that used to worship you
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Labels: longing, Mule, romance, unrequited