Gregory Alan Isakov - Dandelion Wine

Gregory Alan Isakov - Dandelion Wine

summer days were just a magazine

a magazine
a magazine


cutting grass for gasoline, for gasoline
so i can see ya soon


fall swooned
left me drunk in a field
dandelion wine for a year


and i packed up the dust
of all that i owned
handkerchief hung from a pole
i rolled out the day that the apples fell

Subterranean Homesick Alien ...

The breath of the morning,

I keep forgetting
The smell of the warm summer air.
I live in a town
Where you can't smell a thing,
You watch your feet
For cracks in the pavement.

Up above, aliens hover
Making home movies for the folks back home.
Of all these weird creatures who lock up their spirits,
Drill holes in themselves and live for their secrets.

They're all...
Uptight.

I wish that they'd swoop down, in a country lane,
Late at night when I'm driving.
Take me onboard their beautiful ship, show me the world as I'd love to see it.
I'd tell all my friends but they'd never believe me
They'd think that I'd finally lost it completely.
I'd show them the stars, and the meaning of life.
They'd shut me away, but I'd be alright.
Alright.

I'm just...