Category: Prompt - LINDSAY WHITE

LYRICS

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When that Idiot Wind Starts to Blow

4/7/2018

i've had enough of you
i've had enough of you
i sure wish your mouth came with some glue
cause i've had enough of you

it's not what you say but the way that you state it
it's not what you serve up but the way that you plate it
i'm already fed up 'fore i see the menu
yes i've had enough of you

you're like a book i can't read
you're like a book i can't read
the day i put you down was the day i was freed
yeah you're like a book i can't read

each word so much worse than the last
i curse every page and skim past
all this stuff, it's just fluff, a marshmallow stampede
yeah you're like a book i can't read

i concur with your scorn for my cynical ways
it's a lazy and boring disguise
but the soapbox you stand on takes up too much space
and it's taking a toll on the roll on my eyes

when that idiot wind starts to blow
when that idiot wind starts to blow
i always take it as my cue to go
when that idiot wind starts to blow

i don't like to watch when the emperor streaks
or the way that the breath of a bragging man reeks
i'm covering my eyes i'm plugging my nose when that idiot wind starts to blow
yeah, i always take it as my cue to go when that idiot wind starts to blow

Pink to Blue, Red to Green

2/16/2018

i clicked the link that said add one to the basket
i didn’t think i’d be this young shopping for a casket
the whole thing was pink with pretty little flowers to match it
we watched it sink deep down in the grave that we paid for to stash it

in a way, the day she died, i did a little too
i’d have to say it was the day pink turned blue

when she was alive i’d get lost on a dime, broke down like a car
i tried to drive away so many times but never got too far
now i believe she’s giving me signs, i see ‘em in the stars
even though grief made me blind now i see her fine, she’s on my radar

in a way, she gave me the map, the key, and the gasoline
i’d have to say she’s paving the way for red to turn green

Some Man, Some God, Some War

1/14/2018

she is dried out like the desert
she is famished, all but vanished by design
and her hide out is her cactus heart
her own hand grenade, a barricade of spines

the sands of time repeating
she’s seen suffering before
her future takes a beating for
some man, some god, some war

she is minding her own business
steadfastly building castles of sand
when she is blinded by a raging son
who demolishes and calls it all his land

those poor holy rolling soldiers’ plights
they can’t live without their virgins and whores
to lift their strengths and spirits to fight for
some man, some god, some war

we are sucking out the venom
of poisonous scorpions and snakes
we are bucking this ecosystem
til our mother’s deserts are our daughter’s lakes

oh, wondrous, thunderous women
together too loud to ignore
no more curtsies at the mercy of
some man, some God, some war

Needle and Thread

9/7/2017

i get to the point
i'm sharp to the touch
sometimes i'm out for blood
it doesn't take much
you're shockingly strong
not as soft as you seem
sometimes you are afraid
but babe you can get through anything

we are tied together sister
we were born and bred and this time
we will keep what we reap when we sow
they don't know about this needle and thread

i struggled alone
got lost in the stack
returned to my home
i learned to attack
you suffered enough
all tangled and spun
we will not be caught
stark naked when the winter comes

The Hound

8/18/2017

face to the furnace, tears up in flames
i was the fodder, were you not entertained?
you heard it cracking, did you laugh at that sound?
fire is fuel when you're the hound

i've taken orders and i've contravened
i've saved the day, and i’ve fled the scene
i could care less about castles and crowns
power is pointless when you're the hound

just allow me to touch upon
the fact my knee was never bent
i used to have a nose for blood
but now it's gone i must have lost that scent
it's a wonder i've seen love at all
it must have been by accident

i've taken prisoners and i've been behind bars
i figure salvation is not without scars
face to the furnace, nose to the ground
fire is freedom when you're the hound

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Lights Out

2/21/2017

her life was a boxing ring
she never took off her gloves
she never stopped swinging
not even for love

from the very first swing to the very last round
she boxed her way in, she boxed her way out
i never got too close, i never knew how
everything's different with the lights out

her faith was a lonely home
she never took off from that place
she never looked out the window
not even to see my face

from the very first brick to the very last grout
she boxed her way in, she boxed her way out
i never got too close, i never knew how
everything's different with the lights out

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My Beast

1/20/2017

back away from a snake
play dead for a bear
howl at a wolf
climb a tree for a deer
i know all the protocol
when something wild’s coming at you
got no clue what to do when i’m the attacker

do i run do I hide?
do i dig a big hole and climb down or
stand my ground and lock eyes?
do I demand apologies or do I apologize?
when it comes to my beast
i’m just doing my best to survive

eat for a cold starve for a flu
ice for a sprain
take an aspirin or two
i know these remedies
for the sick and bed-ridden
got no clue what to do when i’m the affliction

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Well Enough Alone

1/9/2017

so you're not speaking, you don't like the way your voice quakes
but you're teaching your children
with every sound that you don't make
so you're not marching, you don't like it when your feet ache
but your children are watching every step that you don't take

it's not good enough to leave well enough alone
they got weapons of war, we got pens, shoes, and microphones
do you love enough to not leave well enough alone?

so you're not giving, you don't really have a dime to spare
but your children are invested in a future that you won't share
so you're not searching, you'd rather play your trump card
but your children are hurting with every fact that you disregard

A Way With Words

1/8/2017

Verse: Em G D A slide to G
Chorus: E G A B // end on A

we used to have a way with words
now we don’t say too much
we used to unwrap like verbs
now we just tap to touch
we used to have things to do
now we got screens illuminating
we used to attach like glue
now the connection’s isolating

what’s the hold up, girl?
you got something to say?
you got a way with words
and they had their way with me

we used to just rise and shine
now we just duck and cover
we used to breathe words like wine
now we delete each other

Big Magic (How to Be a Winner When You Lose)

12/29/2016

*some lines from this song are pulled from Elizabeth Gilbert’s Big Magic as reference/wink to the book. How to Be a Winner When You Lose was a song prompt from Eagles Songwriter Jack Tempchin

Verse: D C Bm A
Chorus: D A G A // G A D C Bm G A

it's not like i was asking loss to be my best friend
but she stuck around when the chips were down
i've always found her at the bitter end
it's not like i've forgotten where the doors are or how to knock them
i quite like the sound of the pavement pounding
underneath the steps of my ambition

i wanted big magic
the kind of life that shoots across the sky
lighting up the dark
i've got this book of matches
wet with regret, splintered with time
and I can't find the spark
seems like big magic's only big hat trick
is to go when she knows you blew a fuse
she'll leave you sitting in the dim
learning how to be a winner when you lose

it's not like I'm complaining about the waxing and the waning
i prefer the rise and fall of a curve ball
i'm always honored by her visitation
it's not like i am choiceless or powerless or voiceless
but i feel so weak, it gets hard to speak
in the ruthless furnace of expectation