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greathouse(1995)

peace lily (listen)
message
to my friends who don't know me
save my life
i know what Christ would do
tendin' to the blaze
shine
let's play life
the clearing
beautiful soul

peace lily
gather up your pearls
set aside your favorite suit
take a photo of your hair
leave a pair of matching shoes
and i'll throw them in the river
you won't be needing soon

peace lilly peace
lilly peace
rest in peace lilly peace
lilly peace

diamonds to your daughter
candlesticks and coins to your son
little bells for every grandchild
jingle for hope - jangle for love
and love is all that matters
the rest of it is junk

peace lilly peace…

so smile away the pain
and laugh at any remnant tears
thy rod and staff do comfort
pray away your last bit of fear
and dance your way to heaven
you've done all you can here

peace lilly peace…

© 1993 - danny@dannyflanigan.com

message
daddy what does it mean to be catholic
what does it mean to be baptist
daddy don’t they all believe in Jesus
then why do they build their own churches?

daddy what does it mean to be jewish
what does it mean to be a muslim
daddy don’t they all believe in the same God
then why is it so hard for all of us to get along?

"this is the message that ye heard from the beginning"
shout it out from your housetops everyday
"this is the message that ye heard from the beginning"
"that we should love one another"

daddy what does it mean to be a pagan
and are all pagans bad people
daddy don't we have to believe in something
how can there be hope in nothing?

"this is the message…"

daddy what does it mean to be a sinner
how is it that sinners are forgiven
daddy when i die will i go to the heaven
if i go to church every sunday?

"this is the message…"

© 1994 bonnie jean songs

to my friends who don't know me
and in the blink of an eye we were one
sisters in arms sharing love
sailing our friendship through time
rough water would come soon enough

and we laughed as we rode out the waves
mere ripples when squared against our faith
our desires and directions were known
but man that was a long time ago

i feel the need for an autobiography
with then and now photography
so you could contrast and compare
i feel the need to update my history
solve any mysteries
i'm too far away from you now

change ain't no getaway car
and it sure ain't the gun that was used
it sure ain't the money we stole
it's more like the little children we left at home

i feel the need…

and to my friends who still don't know me
welcome to the new me

the pictures we hold in our minds
images frozen in time
are a stones throw away from the past
but i hope we are freer than that

i feel the need…

and to my friends who still don't know me
welcome to the new me

the same-old, brand-new me

© 1993 bonnie jean songs

save my life
the wind is nuts
i've got to sprint just to stand up in this quick sand
and the sun works hard
like a first semester freshman
for all these cactus people
on this desert day

i'm thinkin' water
i'm thinkin' shade

it would save my life to see you now
like a freezing man needs fire
like a drowning man needs a life line thown
come see me and save my life

it's getting' dark
i've got to go on back inside
i've got to prepare for the fireworks
a crowd of one is gonna sing the standard "oohs" and "aahs"
the "oohs" and the "aahs"
sparks are gonna fly from my mouth

i'm thinkin' 'bout friendship
i know i sank that boat years ago

it would save my life to see you now…

there's something volatile about my emotions
probably from flyin' so close to the moon over and over again
her softness and her light and her ungravity make me crazy
and i'm already as close to crazy as i can safely be

i pray to Jesus
for help with my spaceship

it would save my life to see you now
like a freezing man needs fire
like a starving man craves the smallest bite
come see me and save my life

© 1993 bonnie jean songs

i know what Christ would do
there are times when i'm confused
i don't know just what to do
there's a man on the street
he's begging for money
should i give or just ignore
what's he need that money for
will he spend it on food
or will he spend it on drinking?

if it happens again what will i do?
it'll happen again and i don't know what i will do
but i know what Christ would do

other cards just follow suit
makes it tough to sort my views
first a shout then the push turns to shove
then the body takes over
should i turn the other cheek
is it strong or is it weak
backing away from some trouble
or down from a challenge?

if it happens again…

in and out of my minds' room
ghostly answers still elude me
as i follow the scent of her perfume
down into temptation
school the spirit - thrill the flesh
save for heaven - spend like hell
trade away all my tomorrows for one lucky day?

if it happens again…

© 1993 - danny@dannyflanigan.com

tendin' to the blaze
all the rooms of his house are on fire
see him run down the hall chasing higher flames
he spends his days spoonin' water
tendin' to - tendin' to the blaze

he's twenty-something years old
not much more hair left to go
a sure tell sign of his stressed and worried life
the crow's feet 'round his eyes
tells all the face he wears most of the time
a grimaced expression - like wind and sand to stone

how mansion-like his life is
so lost in it all he forgets who owns
junk-piles in the closets
that push the walls into the wiring until he smells smoke

all the rooms of his house are on fire…

he raises up his head
to feel a text book in his lap
he's fallen asleep in the study one more time
today was some big test
and now he's already late for work
barely at bat and already an 0-2 count

how mansion-like his life is…

all the rooms of his house are on fire…

night-time rolls around
how he longs to hear sweet sounds
of his instruments echo the music that is somewhere inside
but it's another song-less night
as he and lover fight
over bills not paid and the damage that he's done

how mansion-like his life is…

all the rooms of his house are on fire…

© 2006 danny@dannyflanigan.com

shine
separated – by doubts and fears
kept together – by all the same doubts and fears
so who’ll be the one to break down first
who’ll be the devil in this hell on earth?

‘cause this love just don’t shine anymore
like it use to shine anymore
it just don’t shine

responding – but never talking first
reacting – my fingers crossed that the cloud will soon burst
this gray ugly sky depicts our pain
we won’t see the sun until we pray for rain
until we pray

‘cause this love just don’t shine anymore...

separated – by doubts and fears
kept together – by all the same doubts and fears
so who’ll be the one to break down first
who’ll be the devil in this hell on earth
hell on earth

‘cause this love just don’t shine anymore...

© 2006 bonnie jean songs

let's play life
i don't wanna play house
i don't wanna play tag
i don't wanna play hide and seek
or cops and robbers with you

i don't wanna throw ball
i don't wanna shoot horse
pave over the roots in my backyard
buy me a brand new goal - no way

let's play life
let's play life
let's play life
you be lazarus - i'll be Christ

i don't wanna play cards
i don't wanna play chess
i don't wanna pass go
i don't care to collect the 200 hundred from you

let's play life…

and we'll make this dream come true

i don't wanna come swim
i don't wanna ride bikes
i don't wanna go runnin'
ma i can't run to you

let's play life…

i'll be Christ

© 1993 bonnie jean songs

the clearing
i'm counting down the days
'til freedom rings for me
and in my mind i see a field of gold
warm and glowing
i'm keeping track of pace
'cause i know the fallacy
of looking forward so that you never really know
where you are

the road that i am on now will someday end
and the injuries that i've acquired will mend
and all that i've prepared for will start to make sense
in the clearing

there really is a place
on daddy's farm - childhood summers
through the briar and brush - the bramble then bust
into the open
into that wide open space
and with this child's imagination
there was no telling me that anything could not be
once i had imagined

the road that i am on now…

the clearing of the mind
the freeing up of time
the letting go of me and serving true
believing in the good
trusting as i should
together that my faith and my work will guide me
guide me to the clearing

i'm counting down the days
'til freedom rings for me
and in my mind i see
that field of gold

i see the clearing
and i am running to…

© 1992 bonnie jean songs

beautiful soul
in the east end where the rich are very
lives a woman in her prime
on a hill so big children call it a mountain
in a house so huge the poor would call it a crime

it is summer and she lies poolside
'cause there's something about the water
a mystery revealed in the shape of her reflection
you've never seen a swan so gorgeous

but it was winter time when he first felt her presence
it was a cold, grey, urban scene
she was downtown doing whatever women that wear suits do
he was waitin' for the loud buzzer that helps blind people cross the streets

like warmth from the sun he could feel her goodness
her's was an overwhelming glow
as she reached into her purse and gave all the cash she had away
to two homeless dudes shakin' there in the cold

that blind man made himself comfortable
stared as she strolled
at her beautiful, beautiful soul

he stood there as long as her perfume would linger
which is never long enough
then he hailed down a taxi and said, "hey man, follow that sunrise"
"she can't be but a car or two up front"

they wound up in the east end where the rich are very
there was a tall, wooden fence all around
and while the cab driver was lecturing about privacy and all of that
the blind man wrote the address down

it marked the intro to an unbelievable pleasure
and with the coming of the spring
on the weekends she was outside most all of the day
among sunflowers, irises, and a field of poppies

that blind man made himself comfortable…

in the east end where the rich are very
lives a bit of truth - lives a bit of honesty
beside her fence sits a blind man alone on a bed of pine needles
he goes there to see all that there is worth seeing

yeah he makes himself comfortable
and stares through the hole
at her beautiful, beautiful soul

© 1994 bonnie jean songs