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Danny Vaughn - Myths, Legends & Lies

The Shadow Of King John

This town it’s had its salad days until the bills came due
Politicos all left her to her own
Maybe you ran out of luck or maybe luck ran out of you
But rain or shine this city is my home
 
They’re playing tennis at the prison wall
While the dogs are on the track
And Newton Pery crumbles brick by brick
And they’re dancing in the ruins down by Dolans
That’s the craic
And buying lotto tickets double quick
So you can choose your poison take your pick
 
And the boys in the band played on
And the tracks of the tiger are gone, gone, gone
While the water of the Shannon it flows on and on and on
In the shadow of King John
 
St Mary’s has gone quiet except on holy days
But the lepers squint’s still there to catch a view
They’re climbing up the treaty stone
While the same old music plays
In Cruises Street they’re shopping ‘til they’re blue
Well, what else is there left for us to do?
 
And the boys in the band played on
And the stripes on the tiger are gone, gone, gone
While the water of the Shannon, it flows on and on and on
In the shadow of King John, in the shadow of King John
 
Well, bless old Willie’s moustache
But don’t write this city’s epitaph
There’s life still in the old girl yet
Wipe the shit off top of Sarfield’s head
And sharpen up his sword lest we forget
 
They’ll serve the black in buckets
When the Wolf Tones are in town
And forget about big money’s bait and switch
They’re singing loud enough in Thomond Park
To bring the rafters down
And set a ruction off without a hitch
When the Munster boys come storming down the pitch
 
And the boys in the band played on
And the water of the Shannon, it flows ever on and on
They pulled the teeth out of the tiger’s head
Now he’s gone, gone, gone, long gone, long gone
In the shadow of King John…
 

Man Or Machine

I have run aground
Onto these foreign shores
I am borne in from the sea
I am not forever
I am not my thoughts
I am not what I believe
But I am, oh I am
I can feel only when I am
 
Call me the maker
Dystopian scenes
Hopelessly human
Man or machine
 
Sodium skyline
Carbon fourteen
Lost in the wreckage
Man or machine
 
In this grand illusion
There’s a need that burns
To believe in some control
As the blind watchmaker
Sets us all to spin
Down in chaos’ fishing hole
 
But I am, here I am
Life is real only when I am
 
Is this a memory?
Impossible dreams
Am I my future?
Man or machine
 
Burning with cancer
And metal fatigue
Searching for answers
Man or machine

 

The Missouri Kid

New York’s not the place for losers, but he sat there anyway
Away from all the other boozers, thinking about a better day
Back when the drifter’s life was something sweet
And he was living tales to tell
Back when he could still stand the heat
And it wasn’t cold as hell
 
But a nice, cool bottle brought on a smile
And when the cards were warm he’d show off his style
And we would crowd around to see what he’d do
And watch the magic touch of you know who
The Missouri Kid
 
He had a thousand ways to fool you
He had magic in his hands
His Missouri shuffle was sure to lose you
The cards just followed his command
We’d sit around with yells and hollars
Playing cards and sipping wine
We each owed him a million dollars
And if I had it now, I’d give him mine
 
But a nice, cool bottle brought on a smile
And when the cards were warm he’d show off his style
And we would crowd around to see what he’d do
And watch the magic touch of you know who
 
The coming winter would be unforgiving
And he watched as the mercury sank
What kind of life would he be living
Looking forward to the drunk tank
 
The last time we had ever spoken
Someone had beat him and beat him bad
His face was bruised, his soul was broken
From a man who had nothing, they took everything he had
One day he left and I don’t know where
Lord, I guess I never will
Kid, remember how you laughed at all of us out there
Well, wherever you are, I hope you’re laughing still
 
But a nice, cool bottle brought on a smile
And when the cards were warm he’d show off his style
And we would crowd around to see what he’d do
And watch the magic touch of you know who
The Missouri Kid
 

The Good Life

If I see another sunset
I will look until I’ve learned
If I hear another songbird
I will write down every word
When I feel the seas beneath me
I’ll let her roll me in her sway
And I’ll have me the good life that way
 
If I smell the bloom of Jasmine
I will float upon her dream
If I taste the oil of Lesbos
I will lick my fingers clean
If I watch everything that flies
And still remain amazed
I can have me the good life all my days
 
If I set my brother’s table
Then we all join in the feast
If I hate those that I cannot love
Then I live a lie at least
If I drink the wine of Bacchus
I can throw aside regrets
I can have me a good life yet
 
I want to see flamenco dancers
Move like tongues of flame in firelight
I want to hear haunted confessions
Of the blues after midnight
Want to taste the salt of living
Take it with me to eternity
I want to feel the sheets slip slowly from your curves
When you press them into me
 
If I roll a stone like Jesus
And resurrect my heart
Be the captain of my spirit
Sail on with a brand new chart
If every word I said in anger
Could come back to me unused
Then I can have me the good life too
I could have me the good life too

 

The Last Ride Of The Sunset Men

The Cumberland river pirates pulled out of their stronghold
Past the red clay miners leaving neon diners
High on Spartans hill
And the carbon county road block
It held dast against the wicked wind
There was talk of lies and treason
Dissension without reason that fell on deaf ears again
Then the thunder craked as they jumped on the backs
Of tornadoes they kept parked outside
At our windowds we watched the last ride
Of the sunset men
 
The technicolor catfish moved on to greener pastures
But all those pressed and slick lone rangers
Wouldn’t know the sign of danger if it bit them on the ass
And the printers alley poets
Wrote it all down as fast as they could go
When the day turned to night
There were still fighting over copyrights
And there was no one left to know
As the soldiers and sailors called out to their jailors
When Main street it split open wide
Into the wake of the final ride
Of the sunset men
 
And they came unto a place
That knew not the name or face
Of the dark ones that walked in our midst
They told myths, legends and lies
With forked tongues and hungry eyes
That the breath of immortality had kissed
Then the tall one with the hammer
So drunken that he stammered
Stood and rallied with a flash of living light
And the host all rose as one
The final battle had begun
The sunset men rode out into the night
 
“Give ‘em Hell” shouted Hades
As a full dress parade of the dead marched out ever amen
They’ll not soon see our like again
The Sunset men
They’ll not soon see our like again
The Sunset men

 

Black Crow

Where are you going, black crow?
Where are going black crow?
I’m flying out to find me an unfortunate soul
I’ve a message to deliver to him
 
I threw an old penny down a well
I watched as it forever fell
It landed in the collection plate of the devil down in hell
I said “That’s all you’ll ever get from me, sir”
 
Oh hangman where do you go?
Hangman now where do you go?
I’m following the footsteps
Of that old black crow
To find me an unfortunate soul
 
I slept in an old blanket down a ditch
Slept in an old blanket down a ditch
The night it got inside
It was hot and black as pitch
My clothes they held nary a stitch
 
Tell me, fair woman, why you lied
Tell me, fair woman, why you lied
I did no harm to no one and still you testified
I was only looking for some charity
 
Oh hangman where do you go?
Hangman now where do you go?
I’m following the footsteps
Of that old black crow
To find me an unfortunate soul
 
Black crow, now why have you come back?
Black crow, now why have you come back?
“I found what I was looking for, alas and alack
My message is for you
And the hangman is coming up the track”

 

Monkeys With Money And Guns

Here comes progress with its opposable thumbs
Obsessed with porno and tallying sums
We’re all barely upright crashing through the glade
Clutching 3D printers and after shave
One is genius but what do you think
One is just there to cover up the stink
Despite our aspirations of omnipotence
We’re all WalMart shoppers without a lick of sense
Every single one of us, Abraham’s daughters and sons
 
Monkeys with money and guns
Monkeys with money and guns
No good from this will come
Monkeys with money and
Monkeys with money and guns
 
I am victim a social invalid
I will drink and drive just like my daddy did
I am not responsible; it’s out of my hands
I will plead not guilty upon the stand
If nobody cares then nobody gets hurt
Get off your high horse and get down in the dirt
Poor little monkeys ain’t going nowhere
With your bombs in the basement and loaded for bear
Under the table fighting for crumbs
 
Monkeys with money and guns
Monkeys with money and guns
Something wicked this way comes
Monkeys with money and
Monkeys with money and
 
While we reach for outer space and the master design
It’s so sad this tribe of man never will be man kind
We’re running with scissors, doing little much too late
And rehab is for quitters, with nothing on their plates
Forsaking Buddha for Attila the Hun
Just look at us
 
Ah, what’s a poor monkey to do?
Alright monkeys lock and load
 
Uptight, wound tight, deity
Don’t you come monkeying around with me
Upright, overnight, 1-2-3
Don’t you come monkeying around with me…

 

Point The Way

I stumbled in out of the rain in a coffee house in Kazakhstan
Where the wine flows like Syr Darya
And the coffee like it’s mud
Didn’t know anyone; the customs or the language
Didn’t know how I got there from the Hudson Valley flood
At the table sat an angel, I just knew he was an angel
But no one stopped to talk to him or pay him any mind
He put his smoke out in his tea
And he told me time’s a’wasting
Said he didn’t mind the secrecy but he hates to run behind
And I said “I have got a million questions,
That’s why I’ve asked you here today, To point the way”
 
So I asked about love, and pain, and death
About sacrifice and holiness
I wondered aloud about getting old
And who’s gonna win the Superbowl
What was the point, who has the plan?
Did man make god or god make man?
And can anybody, anywhere figure women out at all?
And he said,
“I have heard a million questions,
Only one answer can I say.
So ask it slow a, this thing you have to know
And I will point the way
I will point the way”
 
I stammered and I stalled with the pressure of it all
And my mind went blank and made a sound
Like someone had left the blender on
And I panicked as I felt my throat formulate and let one go
I said “How am I doing?”
He said “Fine” and he was gone
 
Well, what would you have done,
All your questions down to one?
No deliberation or preparation
Or searching on the internet
Would you have known just what to do
If it all came down to you?
And could you learn to live with the answer you might get?
We all have so many questions
To almost anyone we’d pray
If they’d point the way
If they’d help point the way
 
So I sat there in the dark
‘Til through the smoke I saw a spark
It was the angel’s light of comfort
In a corner in the back
And he smiled and winked at me
He said “Here, I’ll give you one for free”
 
He said “Love it must be learned.
And the truth it must be earned
And there never was and never will be
Someone that knows what is to be
But take heart you come equipped
With your own internal script
And if you’d just shut up and listen,
You’ll hear everything you need”
 
“So you go right on asking questions,
Let your heart call the play,
Every now and then I think I’ll stop and check on you
And point the way
I will help point the way
I will point the way
I will help point the way”

 

Deep Water

Night falls on Coal County
No one in the neighborhood is coming out of doors
Walking dead I’ve made my bed
And I can’t delay anymore
There she sits by the window
No telling tonight what it will be
She put poison in my coffee
So I started drinking tea
Try to stay one step ahead
Of the fate that waits for me
 
Could be deep water or a razor
Or something in the air
A pearl handle trigger finger
Or a tumble down the stairs
Every shadows bad intentions
Try to catch me unawares
And there’s no telling when or where
 
There’s a dozen sharp knives in the kitchen
There’s an axe out by the woodshed
And a rope curled round a tree
There’s a shiny letter opener
Book of murder mysteries
And she mutters something softly
‘Bout a term life policy
 
Could be deep water or a razor
Or something in the air
A pearl handle trigger finger
Or a tumble down the stairs
The suspense along is killing me
Like some deadly solitaire
And there’s no telling when or where
 
Could be deep water or a razor
Or buried in the sand
A pearl handle trigger finger
Or some other contraband
And I still want her, crazy for her
But should never have raised my hand
Now there’s no telling where or when
 
Day will dawn in Coal County
Maybe I’ll be rising
When the sun comes up the hill
Walk away for one more precious day
But I’ll come back home for the thrill

 

Kelly’s Gone

“Kelly’s Gone” was all it said
The note that she left at the end of the bed
With the door hanging open to let in the cold
She left no clues and no address
She left a lot of things unsaid
And took whatever the Toyota could hold
And that cotton dress that I remember her in
Was still hanging on the line
The curtains were drawn, the TV was on
Kitchen clock keeping time
 
Kelly’s gone another mile
The road goes on the world goes by
Her wheels are rolling and it feels so good
Kelly’s gone kiss her goodbye
She never said the reason why
She’d ride forever if she could
 
Kelly’s gone a thousand miles
Before she lets herself try on a smile
Kicks off her shoes and puts the cruise control on
And she’ll choose the roads by the numbers
Until the gas money runs out
Pull to the side and whatever she finds
That’s where she’ll settle down for now
 
Kelly’s gone another mile
The road goes on the world goes by
Her wheels are rolling and it feels so good
Kelly’s gone kiss her goodbye
She never said the reason why
She’d ride forever if she could
 
Kelly’s gone like a summer wind
Gone to start her life all over again
In a brand new place that doesn’t know her name
And she wonders if it’s better to have never loved
Than to have loved and lost so much
She doesn’t miss his voice or his promises
She doesn’t need his touch
 
Kelly’s gone another mile
The road goes on the world goes by
Her wheels are rolling and it feels so good
Kelly’s gone kiss her goodbye
She never said the reason why
She’d ride forever if she could
She’d ride forever if she could

 

Something I Picked Up Along The Way

Second hand
Slightly used
Ragged edges
On a well worn pair of shoes
Second hand
Sort of old, borrowed and blue
That’s how I am
How I’m living after you
And this stuttered walk
And this back that stoops and sways
It’s not how it used to be
Must be something I picked up along the way
 
Second hand
In need of TLC
A fixer-upper
Filled with possibilities
Needing parts
Someone handy with their tools
Instructions have gone missing
Current owner’s got the blues
It’s got a horn that wavers
Like a dull and rusty blade
And a choking motor
With it’s bleary eyed façade
It’s not how the engine used to run
Must be something I picked up along the way
Second hand

 

Time Out Of Mind

White lace curtains in the window
Billowed out like sails in the sun
Someone’s cooking in the kitchen
Somebody’s waiting on someone
 
We could count our blessings
Right next to our troubles
We’d never get it right if we tried
Wouldn’t we be better off just taking
Time out of mind?
 
We can find the place right where we stand
Try to make our peace with the time at hand
We can turn our faces toward the sun
We can love ‘til the living’s done
 
Will you meet me out for coffee?
The same old place that we used to go
I’ll tell you all about the plans that failed me
You can laugh and say “I told you so”
Was there ever such a Sunday?
Will there ever, ever be again?
A time when we feel more grateful
For a little wine and time with friends
 
We can count our blessings
Right next to our troubles
But that’s just crashing by design
Wouldn’t we be better off taking
Time out of mind?
 
We can find the place right where we stand
Try to make our peace with the time at hand
We can turn our faces toward the sun
We carry troubles
Pockets full of sorrows
As plentiful as stones in the road
Or we can take the time out of mind
And let the whole thing go
 
We can find the place right where we stand
Try to make our peace with the time at hand
We can turn our faces toward the sun
We can love ‘til the living’s done
We can find the place right where we stand
Try to make our peace with the time at hand

 

Seven Bells

Before dawn came a ship to the harbour
Mooring lines were busily cast
As the merchantman docked in her home port safely at last
From her decks comes a world weary sailor
Feeling lost at his first steps on shore
Much the same as he left but older by many months more
The sea widow’s smile, they cross themselves, running
As the church bells are heard
Calling out for a ship’s safe return
 
Seven bells for the guardian angels
For the captain they ring out at three
And one lonely toll for the sad sailor left out at sea
 
Slowly walk from the dockside reunions
Through the fish market crowds on his own
Makes his way past the factories to thank heaven
For bringing him home
From behind him a young voice is calling
Turns and catches the boy at a run
The drag in his footsteps grows lighter
With the weight of his son
 
Swing away my young man, have you grown so much taller?
With the face of an angel so much like your mother you are
 
Seven bells for the guardian angels
For the captain they ring out at three
And one lonely toll for the sad sailor left out at sea
 
Ride my shoulders up to the cathedral
Where the salt of the ages is laid
And we’ll kneel in the whispers of every wish ever prayed
And what prizes has your father brought you?
From Neptune himself these things came
Not much to another
But the boy’s eyes see treasure all the same
 
Starfish and sand dollars, riches untold
Myriad seashells that shine just like gold in the sun
 
Seven bells for the guardian angels
For the captain they ring out at three
And one lonely toll for the sad sailor left out at sea
 
The lines on his father’s face deepen
When he tells the young boy at his side
Of the sorrowful man now before them his arms open wide
For Jesus, himself was a sailor
And he smiles on the men of the sea
His heart held no fear of the water so neither do we
 
Seven bells for the guardian angels
For the captain they ring out at three
And someday I know that the one bell will toll
When the sailor comes walking and holding his arms out to me
 
Seven bells for the guardian angels
For the captain they ring out at three
And one lonely toll for the sad sailor left out at sea
 
Some day you will ride the wild ocean
Like your father before you, you’ll go
But today let us go find your mother waiting at home

 

What You Left Behind

I can cook you a meal
I can handle all your calls
I can sew a button on your shirt
I can paint your house
And hang the pictures on your walls
I know that in this life we all get hurt
 
I can drive a forklift
I can iron all your clothes
I can manage all the bills when they come due
I have struggled with depression
Paid the debt that sadness owes
I can put it all into a song for you
 
And the sun still shines, and the rain still falls
So don’t worry yourself at all
For what you left behind
 
I can look with equal measure
On the good times and the bad
You were always where I needed you to be
I found reservoirs of strength
Inside I never knew I had
And I know that you are
Oh so proud of me
 
And the sun still shines, and the rain still falls
So don’t worry yourself at all
For what you left behind
 
I have seen some many wonders
I have heard so many names
I’ve travelled down a million miles of road
I have learned that people everywhere
Are more or less the same
With a smile you can lighten someone’s load
 
I’ll carry all these lessons
And the gifts that came from you
Altogether in the man that I became
I can walk this world doing what I was meant to do
And sing the song you gave me as my name
 
And the sun will shine and the tears will fall
So don’t worry yourself tonight
Mom, I’m going to be all right

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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