Dana Rice's Songbook
- Song 1: Gods and Queens
- Written about friends and family members going
through the ordeal of trying to figure out what thier next career might be.
- Song 2: Didn't You Know
- About staring at an empty chair.
- Song 3: I Just Want My Bus
- About some extraordinary folks at the bus stop.
Gods and Queens
Copyright © 1999 Dana Lynné Rice, All Rights Reserved
What does it mean to be born 98 and be working my way back home?
Nowhere is happiness more damned elusive than when I am called out to look on my own.
My hands worked better when pruning azaleas than when they were fighting to keep you away.
The empty cage that once held my future, the echoes are facing me down,
Tying my feet to the ground.
|| What if gods and queens are my only means? What if his sandals fall and bury us all?
|| Why not start out the forward foot first? Walking backward, I've already seen the worst
I use the tools, and follow the rules, frightened to move lest I harm.
The genius looks through me, the path right up to me no longer causes alarm.
On my back are the wings, now bound with rings, shackled to rocks in my head.
Up ahead I can see the means to be free, but I barely make out what is said, and
Their rattling makes me feel dead.
|| What if gods and queens are my only means? What if fame and its price result from my vice?
|| Why not start out grounded and whole, gather up all the parts of my soul
|| That others may not take me down, that brokenness won't suck me in past the point of recovery.
Who caused this illusion, now flooding my mind?
Abandoned, alone, by whose hand am I blind?
Some sense informs me my flock is still here
The instinct of birds overrides my fear,
and the lies now flooding my eyes.
|| What if gods and queens are my only means? What if sandals fall and bury us all?
|| Why not start out the forward foot first. Walking backward, I've already seen the worst.
|| What if Gods and Queens...
|| What if sandals fall...
|| What if fame and its price...
|| Why not start out the forward foot first? Walking backward, I've already seen the worst.
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Copyright © 1999 Dana Lynné Rice, All Rights Reserved
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Didn't You Know
Copyright © 2000 Dana Lynné Rice, All Rights Reserved
I stand here
I stand here seeing
I stand here knowing
I stand here looking at your place
Didn't you know? Didn't you know it?
Didn't you know? Didn't you know it?
How could you not?
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I stand here
I stand here staring
I stand here wondering
I stand here sanguine in the open air
Didn't I know? Didn't I know it?
Didn't I know? Didn't I know it?
How could I not?
How could I not?
And I wanted to come here
And I wanted to stay
And I wanted this to be
I wanted this to be the best place in the world
Didn't you know? Didn't you know it?
Didn't I know? Didn't I know it?
How could we not?
How could we not?
I stand here
I stand here grateful
I stand here better for your part
And I still hear your confidence
Didn't you know? Didn't you know it?
Didn't you know? Didn't you know it?
How could you not?
How could you not?
And I wanted to come here
And I wanted to stay
And I wanted this to be
I wanted this to be the last place in the world
Didn't you know? Didn't you know it?
Didn't I know? Didn't I know it?
How could we not?
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I Just Want My Bus
Copyright © 1998 Dana Lynné Rice, All Rights Reserved
Man standing at the bus stop looking away
Eyes cast down, burning with his say
All black clothes he slept in last night
The look on his face says I don't need a fight
He says oh please don't look at me
I reject this society
Its rules, its taboos don't fit me
There is no hope, no destiny
I am alone there is no us
Leave me be
I just want
My bus
She walks right up to where he stands
Says here now, put your heart into my hands
No reproaches, no reprimands
They'll massage it til it understands
She says don't turn away from me
I did not bring you to this world to flee
I'd go to hell to get that brick
To fill the hole that's making you sick
You're not alone, there's always us
We're all here
Waiting
For the bus
Woman waiting as she reads
Trying not to show the hunger she feeds
Something nasty, her wrinkled face
Showing every morsel of her taste
She doesn't have to say a single thing
Every cell in her body stands to sing
I love the self-inflicted pain
Ignore me please I'm just insane
I am alone here there is no us
Let me read
I just want
My bus
He walks right up to where she stands
Says here now, put your heart into my hands
No reproaches, no reprimands
They'll massage it til it understands
He says now don't turn away from me
I did not bring you here to flee
I'd go to hell to have the chance
To heal the wounds of your romance
You are never apart from us
We are all here
Waiting
For the bus
We're waiting
Waiting
Waiting for our transportation
Waiting
Waiting
Waiting for the way downtown
Waiting
Waiting
Waiting for the way
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Copyright © 1998 Dana Lynné Rice, All Rights Reserved
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