Lyrics: “Meet You at the Bus” by Dare Dukes
Look up dear, it’s a the black and blue sky.
Feel underfoot where sidewalk cries.
‘Twixt ourselves there is salvation.
I can feel it when we’re kissing at the station.
Chorus:
I will meet you at the bus,
meet you at the bus (the bus!)
I will meet you at the bus,
meet you at the bus (the bus!)
Let’s be reckless just the two of us.
Let’s meet at the bus
Parents, priests, and neighbors
Don’t get the ache we suffer in this
Terrarium with gasoline grass. Just
Two lovely creatures pressed against the Plexiglas.
We’re not scared of their curfew.
We lost faith in bullets and church pews,
The Las Vegas lipstick shrines
Cannot compare with the flashing yellow lines.
Chorus
I hear the angels’ melodies:
Wheels spinning to far off cities.
Our hiding place in our arms.
And this bus ticket is our lucky charm.
I will meet you at the bus.
Lyrics: “Ghosts of Christmas” by Dare Dukes
The Christmas lights they flicker red, green, and white,
Hung in the baggage claim by an irate overtime janitor.
This time of year it’s crazy ’round here.
Elbows and packages crammed into cabs with drunken strangers.
Chorus
The children chew on cellophane.
While the fat actor rings for pocket change
This time of year it’s crazy ‘round here.
This time of year it’s crazy here.
CNN calls for blizzard through the East.
We at the terminal bar share a laugh and reach for cell phones.
Outside the shapes of planes stuck at gates covered in snow.
We are ghosts of Christmas and we’re cheered to never get home.
Chorus
Fa la la la la la la…
Bloodshot and tipsy we flirt between Parchese moves,
Avoiding questions about the relations pictured in wallets.
A touch the hand when peanuts are passed back and forth.
In my eyes I suspect you surmise my love of airports.
The terminal’s quiet as the sick and tired snore and wheeze.
We are the ghosts of Christmas and we have all we need.
We are the ghosts of Christmas and we do not need.
Chorus
Fa la la la la la la…
Lyrics: “Lament of the Subway Rider” by Dare Dukes
The spring morning breaks with allergies and stereo.
Hank William makes a virtue of my dread.
The garbage truck, it clangs to a crescendo
and banishes the lover singing in my head.
chorus 1
I want a stereo lover, broken like in a country song.
We will not let us suffer. Pretty like a sing-along. (more…)
Lyrics: “Kick + Holler” by Dare Dukes
Some kick and holler
And drop their suffering
Like a silver dollar
Into a Reno slot machine.
Lyrics: “Lucas Goes to the Demolition Derby” by Dare Dukes
Big boys depend on grace,
Yard-sale helmet and a foam neck brace,
Back-end ramming power,
How recklessness flowers
at our subatomic place.
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Lyrics: “From a Plane” by Dare Dukes
I measure the hours
in paper clips and fluorescent shadows.
The worker ant cowers
to carry out the will of his fellows.
Lyrics: “The Equipment Is Fine” by Dare Dukes
The casserole pan is in the wash,
Time to play board games.
Don’t get angry, don’t get cross,
This is how we stay sane.
Sane, I know no pain.
Golf umbrella for the summer rain.
Shot today an 89.
Doctor confirmed the equipment’s fine.
Lyrics: “Sam’s Cathedral” by Dare Dukes
Gather the children near the escalator.
That Level 3 is my honey’s dream.
Where is that coupon super-saver?
In Sam’s Cathedral things are what they seem.