Flanagan Smith

Flanagan Smith

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roll on w. yr love

Written By: flanagan smith

ROLL ON W. YR LOVE

sun thru the window
my car's broken down
when i was a kid
i would just run around
climb up my trees
& scrape up my knees
perk up my ears when i heard a sound

roll on w. yr love
i don't need yr lies n yr thighs in my bed

roll on w. yr love
i don't need yr words n yr thoughts in my head

roll on w. yr love
i don't need it
i don't need it
no, i don't
i don't need you
no, i don't
no, not really

la da da dee dee...

sun thru the window
my car's broken down
if i had my way
i would just lay around
drink up my beer
and play w. my guns
if i was a priest i'd play w. my nuns!

hold on to my love
put it in the locket you wear 'round yr neck

hold on to my dreams
my schemes are bustin apart at the seams

hold on to my love
well, you love me
yeah, you do
yeah, you do
you love me
yeah, you do
yeah, you do
it's why yr always singin'...

la da da dee dee...

i hold onto yr love
i put it in the pocket that's next to my heart

i hold on to yr dreams
i water 'em in the morning like i do w. my plants

i hold onto yr love
i love you
yeah, i do
yeah, i do
i love you
yeah, i do
yeah, i do
i can't lie about it anymore...

la da da dee dee...

Daddy was a boxer

Written By: Michael Patrick Flanagan Smith

My father lay down with his dog in the kitchen.
My dad was 7 & 7; his dog was 1 & 1.
My father was a boxer, his dog a Bernard, a Saint, one thing my Father ain't.

Pops would go bang when we were growing up.
He was a fire cracker and our house was a cup.
But one day his dog lay down and did not get back up.
My father lay down next to her; he did not even cuss.

I'm not strong enough to hold you here to keep you in this world.
I am weak so I will lie right down, an offer of comfort.

My father is like a dog; he's been made to lie down.
All those years in the ring, getting his head knocked around.
Somehow he managed back up on his feet
And if he were not my Dad, he'd be a man I'd wanna meet.

I'm not strong enough to hold you here to keep you in this world.
I am weak so I will sing you this, an offer of comfort.

My father lay down with his dog in the kitchen.
My dad is 77; his dog was 11.
Father was a boxer, his dog, a Bernard, a Saint, one thing my father ain't.

I'm thanking you

Written By: Michael Patrick Flanagan Smith

For a little while, we shared two; now we've got one each,
How I wanna talk it over with you; you make me feel like I'm trying to preach,
But I got words heavy on my chest that make it hard to breath,
Like when I was a kid in an ambulance with tubes running up my sleeve.

The words I'd say to you would be like wind against the rocks,
Or just a little splash of waves slapping against the docks,
'Cause I'm not trying to change your mind; I'm just trying to clear mine,
Words would make that easier; All I've got is words and time.

I wish I had more; sometimes I see my friends,
In sunglasses like celebrities, well, atleast they're making ends,
Houses, cars, babies and jobs, all these things elude me,
I find myself staring off into space like that one man at the end of that one movie.

You think you're kind of like a movie star; it's in the way you walk,
And it's written all across your mouth in the clever things you talk,
But do you remember that night in the cornfield?
The moon illuminated everything; I wrapped around you like a shield.

Magic was happening everywhere; I couldn't even stop it,
Everytime I opened up my heart it fell out of my pocket,
But science says it don't exist; I'm just a fool to believe,
In a dream unchained, a broken walking cane; I thought you'd be my reprieve.

Because I come up from broken horses in a land of freezing pipes,
Stealing cars and killing time on strange and distant nights,
The place you come from seems so clean, so foriegn and beautiful,
I wanted to learn about such places; I thought it might make me beautiful.

And I thought that if I held you long enough in the light of that clean moon,
Your innocence and dreams would be protected from all unwanted doom,
You'd never have to know the crack of knuckles that defined me as a kid,
The gun, the man, the goats and cans, the times they flipped thier lids.

Our friendship was on fire girl and then it got extinguished,
When all your words turned into water, they spilled all over it,
You went back to a boy with softer hands; he's got less lines on his face,
I am back to the dirty room with name-less girls; I'm gonna drink a case.

I think back to girls who loved me when I didn't give a shit,
What goes around just doubled back; I'll take the brunt of it,
And I don't blame you for not minding, missing or caring all that much,
I just wish that you'd been kinder when you heard me break my crutches.

Don't worry, girl; I know you don't; I won't be down for long,
All I need is a hollow box; I'll turn this time into a song,
This world has taken from me so many, varied things,
But it gave me hands and holler for slapping guitar strings.

So I'll sing this song right to this moon, it's the one you left me with,
Sling my guitar high and low, the blue eyes of the kid,
They might be crying but that ain't nothing new,
It's just the way I wash my face when blue turns into blue.

If I wish you one thing, it's the best; I wish the same for me,
There's far too many meanings to a simple word like "free,"
And every night's a different moon, different cornfields to walk through,
We had a couple sweet days in a long, hard life and for that
I'm thanking you.

I'm thanking you.

Written By: Michael Patrick Flanagan Smith

For a little while, we shared two; now we've got one each,
How I wanna talk it over with you; you make me feel like I'm trying to preach,
But I got words heavy on my chest that make it hard to breath,
Like when I was a kid in an ambulance with tubes running up my sleeve.

The words I'd say to you would be like wind against the rocks,
Or just a little splash of waves slapping against the docks,
'Cause I'm not trying to change your mind; I'm just trying to clear mine,
Words would make that easier; All I've got is words and time.

I wish I had more; sometimes I see my friends,
In sunglasses like celebrities, well, atleast they're making ends,
Houses, cars, babies and jobs, all these things elude me,
I find myself staring off into space like that one man at the end of that one movie.

You think you're kind of like a movie star; it's in the way you walk,
And it's written all across your mouth in the clever things you talk,
But do you remember that night in the cornfield?
The moon illuminated everything; I wrapped around you like a shield.

Magic was happening everywhere; I couldn't even stop it,
Every time I opened up my heart it fell out of my pocket,
But science says it don't exist; I'm just a fool to believe,
In a dream unchained, a broken walking cane; I thought you'd be my reprieve.

Because I come up from broken horses in a land of freezing pipes,
Stealing cars and killing time on strange and distant nights,
The place you come from seems so clean, so foreign and beautiful,
I wanted to learn about such places; I thought it might make me beautiful.

And I thought that if I held you long enough in the light of that clean moon,
Your innocence and dreams would be protected from all unwanted doom,
You'd never have to know the crack of knuckles that defined me as a kid,
The gun, the man, the goats and cans, the times they flipped their lids.

Our friendship was on fire girl and then it got extinguished,
When all your words turned into water, they spilled all over it,
You went back to a boy with softer hands; he's got less lines on his face,
I am back to the dirty room with name-less girls; I'm gonna drink a case.

I think back to girls who loved me when I didn't give a shit,
What goes around just doubled back; I'll take the brunt of it,
And I don't blame you for not minding, missing or caring all that much,
I just wish that you'd been kinder when you heard me break my crutches.

Don't worry, girl, I know you don't; I won't be down for long,
All I need is a hollow box; I'll turn this time into a song,
This world has taken from me so many, varied things,
But it gave me hands and holler for slapping guitar strings.

So I'll sing this song right to this moon, it's the one you left me with,
Sling my guitar high and low, the blue eyes of the kid,
They might be crying but that ain't nothing new,
It's just the way I wash my face when blue turns into blue.

If I wish you one thing, it's the best; I wish the same for me,
There's far too many meanings to a simple word like "free,"
And every night's a different moon, different cornfields to walk through,
We had a couple sweet days in a long, hard life and for that
I'm thanking you.