Ben Gage "Dandelion" | Gage House Sessions | #songwriting #musings
A song written with the prompt "Dandelion". It's nice having a single word prompt as it makes for a pretty easy title. I've never been one to put a lot into a title, I think it can lead the listener too much in a single direction. That said, I've been called out on it by a few publications, one calling my naming of songs "elementary"... but they have a point. Part of the ongoing catalog project of my original tunes paired with the songwriting process. You can find all of those musings here: https://www.bengagemusic.com/musings This project is possible because of the amazing folks who believe in original music, you can join us at / bengagemusic Gear used: Gibson J45 Canon EOS R8 Zoom h6 Ear Trumpet - Edwina ----------------------------- Title: Dandelion Lyrics: I’m sick and tired of the sick and tired Pulling me from the dirt Messing my hair with wishes Like that’s gonna stop the hurt Boohoo who’s gonna want to hold you If you ain’t really trying no saving in the greenhouse or a god damn dandelion So you got heartache and you’re all alone Sit and watch the tears fall by a silent telephone You picked my cousin crazy she loves me maybe she loves me no Maybe that old daisy in the garden loved to grow Hoping for some good luck, got your fingers crossed Picking her up at 7, with goals to warm up the frost Nothing says good fortune like a corpse held to the chest Pin my sister to your target marigold wishes you the best Chorus You’re in the doghouse, and need a quick reply I’d try to warn you but that be a waste of a try How about a sorry bunch of regret with the sweet smell of decay My brother, dear carnations, is the apology of the day So we helped you get your big plans back on track She’s got her white dress, and you got your suit of black Warm your throwing arm there cutie, and practice that winning smile The petals of mother rose will take you down the aisle Chorus When your time is over, when your long past gray When you croaked and left her there to slowly wilt away She doesn’t come to see you, no flowers on your stone Me and all my family are finally left alone __________________ Ben Gage is a folk and blues songwriter from Akron, OH. Subscribe to his channel HERE: / @bengagemusic Like on Facebook HERE: / bengagemusic Follow on Instagram HERE: / bengagemusic For even more head to our website at https://www.bengagemusic.com
