Rick Dill Music

Unless otherwise noted, all songs written by Rick Dill © 2000 RBD Music, BMI.

Brookline

Porch rocks, the hall clock
has run out of time
waiting for someone to move
And all through this town
they’re running us down
as if they got something to prove
And here, it feels just like Sunday
And here it’s the 4th of July
And hear those bells ringing like laughter
Ringing in old Brookline

Sun stalks, clouds walk
across the clear sky
Flags waving deep in the breeze
Jerry is lighting firecrackers
little kids hide behind trees

And here, it feels just like Sunday
And here it’s the 4th of July
And hear those bells ringing like laughter
Ringing in old Brookline

Someday, the sod will break open
to take back all that we bring
Celebrate, the hour is late
and it’s time to let those bells ring

Stars wink, the last drink
is warm on the grass
She knows it’s time to retire
The last thing she hears through the window
is the sound of life’s sweet flashing fire

And here, it feels just like Sunday
And here it’s the 4th of July
And hear the bells ringing like laughter
Ringing in old Brookline. 

Lonesome Desert Skies

Long ago and so far away
she was born in West Texas
Always said she’d go back some day
to her home in west texas
But those shadows grow longer
down the Franklin Mountain sides
And the stars are slowly spinning
through the lonesome desert skies

Carries a little bit of Texas
in her heart from day to day
so her children will remember
before those memories fade away
But those shadows grow longer
down the Franklin Mountain sides
And the stars are slowly spinning
through the lonesome desert skies

Flying cartwheels in the front yard
Marriage vows in the back
Watched the sun dry up the Rio
until the bed began to crack
Walked away from everything
to build a new life on her own
far away from reminders
of her old west texas home

Now her car sings through the mountains
west of Pecos and Van Horn
Smile on her face in the golden light
This little girl is goin’ home
But those shadows grow longer
down Sierra Blanca’s sides
And the stars are slowly spinning
through those lonesome desert skies.
Yes those stars are slowly spinning
through the lonesome desert skies

Linda

My little Linda, lives in the rain
playing in puddles, is part of her game
life made of windows, she has no shame
My little Linda, lives in the rain  

My pobrecita, she can not guess
How much I love her, more than the rest
The sound of her laughter, joy mixed with pain
My little Linda, lives in the rain.

Tell me you were dreaming of me.
Tell me you’d never lie.
Tell me something I want to hear,
before you say good night.

My little Linda, where did she go?
How did I lose you? I’ll never know.
Stare at the water, it’s all the same.
My little Linda, lives in the rain.

I Forget

There is fire in the heavens
There is battle on the wind
So much promise in tomorrow
But it’s supper time again
Little Johnny rolls up to the table
Begrudging every bite
Sees his father over there
Just waiting for the night
Cause the little boy remembers
What the man always forgets
What was once is not tomorrow
What will be you can’t regret
Seems the more that you hold onto
The less you can enjoy
The smile of a young girl
Or the laughter of a boy

Sees her starin’ at the mirror
Sees the look that’s in her eye
Cause the little girl remembers
How he looked at her that night
When the moon was singing background
To the chorus of her sighs
Turns the light out suddenly
And rolls into the night
Cause the little girl remembers
What the woman can’t forget
What was once is not tomorrow
What will be you can’t regret
Seems the more that you hold onto
The less you can enjoy
The smile of a young girl
Or the laughter of a boy

Woke in my car at a stoplight
Watched the yellow turn to red
Morning sun was playing jester
To the fool that’s in my head
I’ve been scratchin’ that thing for years now
And I haven’t figured yet
Whether it’s better to remember
Or just as well that I forget
Whether it’s better to remember
Or just as well that I forget

Grocer’s Son

More than fifty years ago, two young hearts ran away.
One went over the river, the other was forced to stay,
beside the empty pillow, and that picture frame,
with those two laughing children, who bear his name.

He was a grocer’s son, she was a drifter’s daughter
Their lives had just begun, the bread was cast on the water
Caught in the tides of change, and that senseless slaughter
He was a grocer’s son, she was a drifter’s daughter.

And that ship set sail, across the endless water
the days grew dark, for the drifter’s daughter
There’s a star in the window, and a light burnin bright
No one to hold her, through that long, dark night

So don’t tell me girl, about the dreams you lost
I grew in the shadow of that question, I know all about the cost
Just come to me softly, we don’t have to talk about it
I’ll caress your face, draw a line down your back.

He was a grocer’s son, she was a drifter’s daughter
their lives had just begun, the bread was cast on water
caught in the tides of change, and that senseless slaughter.

Starting Over Everyday

Feels like another story ended,
and that old porch dog’s lickin’ wounds unmended
nobody meant, to do him any harm
but there he is, all alone in the dark
there isn’t much that he can say
he’s starting over every day

I read the newspaper, and you’re in it
If I were a clock, you’d be every minute
there is an edge, to every word we say
cause love is a knife, and cuts us both ways
I’m reachin’ out what do you say?
we’re starting over every day

Well it’s been a while since, we’ve been together
still I’m a rock, you’re light as a feather
I can’t explain, what I am going through
you don’t have time to stop, what you have got to do
let’s let the river have its way
we’re starting over every day.

She’s Crossing Over

Here on the border, wind plays a game
cackles and chortles, calls out my name
soft and familiar, gives me a chill
look over my shoulder, the air is so still

I see a mile-high marker, where the archangels pray
for the souls of the forgotten, who sneak by every day
And the nights are much colder, in this border town,
cause she’s crossing over, and I’m still around

You know my love sings so sweetly, from a hole in the sky
bright light and white wings, were making her cry,
I felt snow fall from heaven, it was leavin me dry
Dance once more for me honey, then you can fly

Past the mile-high marker, where the souls of the damned,
come back from their pilgrimmage, in this forsaken land
And the nights are much colder, in this border town
cause she’s crossing over, and I’m still around

Now she is laughing, I shutter and sigh
She’s quiet and waiting, as the sun leaves the sky
Venus is guiding her way to the west,
a shooting star falling to her final rest

The mile-high marker, a soft yellow moon
her path lies between them, she’ll be heading there soon
and the nights are much colder, in this border town,
cause she’s crossing over, and I’m still around.

Epic of Circumstance

Batman and Robin, weavin and bobbin’,
doing their job, as best as they can.
I always see them, when I’m up in the spotlight,
they’re saving the planet, cause no one else can.

Hiding and flying, living and dying
in on the outside and out looking in
Somewhere they feel it, on the edge of a shadow
the epic of circumstance.

Called into sacrifice, called into duty.
And there’s nothing but images, nothing concrete.
Where are my heroes, my caped crusaders?
They’re lost on a soundstage, or down in rehab.

But there’s one on a ladder, and he’s wielding that paintbrush
And the guy in the taxi, he’s chasing his man.
Here comes Wonder Woman, looking so regal.
She’s pushing that baby, she’s got life in her hands.

Hiding and flying, living and dying
In on the outside, out looking in
Somewhere they feel it, on the edge of a shadow
the epic of circumstance.

Starting Over Everyday

Feels like another story ended,
and that old porch dog’s lickin’ wounds unmended
nobody meant, to do him any harm
but there he is, all alone in the dark
there isn’t much that he can say
he’s starting over every day.

I read the newspaper, and you’re in it
If I were a clock, you’d be every minute
there is an edge, to every word we say
cause love is a knife, and cuts us both ways
I’m reachin’ out what do you say?
we’re starting over every day.

Well it’s been a while since, we’ve been together
still I’m a rock, you’re light as a feather
I can’t explain, what I am going through
you don’t have time to stop, what you have got to do
let’s let the river have its way
we’re starting over every day.

She’s Crossing Over

Here on the border, wind plays a game
cackles and chortles, calls out my name
soft and familiar, gives me a chill
look over my shoulder, the air is so still

I see a mile-high marker, where the archangels pray
for the souls of the forgotten, who sneak by every day
And the nights are much colder, in this border town,
cause she’s crossing over, and I’m still around.

You know my love sings so sweetly, from a hole in the sky
bright light and white wings, were making her cry,
I felt snow fall from heaven, it was leavin me dry
Dance once more for me honey, then you can fly

Past the mile-high marker, where the souls of the damned,
come back from their pilgrimmage, in this forsaken land
And the nights are much colder, in this border town
cause she’s crossing over, and I’m still around.

Now she is laughing, I shutter and sigh
She’s quiet and waiting, as the sun leaves the sky
Venus is guiding her way to the west, a shooting star falling to her final rest

The mile-high marker, a soft yellow moon
her path lies between them, she’ll be heading there soon
and the nights are much colder, in this border town,
cause she’s crossing over, and I’m still around.