Vicious Petals

MAIN STREET LIGHTS

LYRICS

All songs from our full-length album, Main Street Lights, self-released 26 August 2016.

Alphabetical song list below:
(Or just scroll through to view in album song order!)

Always Soon
C. Burns
Hail Mama
Hold Me Still (Hold Me Fast)
Main Street Lights
Monet Eyes
Painted Eyes
Redwinged
Shine
This Little Prayer
Treachery
Wrong Or Rhyme


SHINE // words by C. Smith / music & arrangement by C. Smith & A. Okano

I know you’re gonna leave
But darling, don’t leave too soon
I’m holding on to your hand
Like a baby with a brand new balloon
So if you promise not to shine
Then I won’t shine too
‘Cause I know you’re gonna leave me, babe
You’re gonna leave me too soon

And you know
That the stars
Will align someday
And maybe they
Maybe they will shine our way

If I had a nickel or a dime, oh
For all the times that you
Made my fear and hopes so intertwined, yeah
Like blood red roses and thorns in the vestibule
Now I know you’re gonna leave, yeah
And I don’t want ya to
I know you’re gonna leave me, babe
You’re gonna leave me too soon

And you know
That the stars
Will align someday
And maybe they
Maybe they will shine our way

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ALWAYS SOON // words by C. Smith / music & arrangement by C. Smith & A. Okano

Sometimes I feel your glow
Tangled in shadows and
When the weather’s wise, I see your eyes
In time, lovers’ woes
They drape like sheets on pillows
Our will is a heartbeat on each other’s line

So stake me
To your cross
And paint me
With the juice in your heart
And tell me
Tell me always sometime soon

It could be a show
My pained heart, all of my bravado
But you know better still and better more
Your wry smile sparks
Flickers buried deep and apart
And gives them a bit of flame to lick right to

So stake me
To your cross
And paint me
With the juice in your heart
And tell me
Tell me always sometime soon

Entrust me all your time
I want to bind and abide
And shake all of the limbs that hold your fruit
Take it all in my arms
Give mine back full with charm
We will be the ones to see it through

So stake me
To your cross
And paint me
With the juice in your heart
And tell me
Tell me always sometime soon
So stake me
To your cross
And paint me
With the juice in your heart
And tell me
Tell me always sometime soon
Oh, and tell me
Tell me always sometime soon
Oh, and tell me
Tell me always sometime soon

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TREACHERY // words by C. Smith / music & arrangement by C. Smith & A. Okano

I can’t change how you think of me
My sad, old songs
My treachery
Time has taken the best of things
And given the world
Such worthy wings

Tines of silk
And revelry
Make my mind
So feelingly
You could hold my bitter stone of blood
Show me love and call it something

Now, we don’t have to lie
We don’t have to curse
We just hold our verse of love
We don’t have to lie
We don’t even fret
We just hold our fear
And ride it

I can see the sun
Slowly carrying on
Glowing bright and paramour
Traipsing through the sky
Slowly passing by
Like some glowing ball of hope and

Now, we don’t have to lie
We don’t have to curse
We just hold our verse of love
We don’t have to lie
We don’t even fret
We just hold our fear
And ride it

You might say what you mean to me
Your vagabond heart it playfully
Picks apart my stars and starts
To race along your lust of larks and…

Now, we don’t have to lie
We don’t have to curse
We just hold our verse of love
We don’t have to lie
We don’t even fret
We just hold our fear
And ride it

Paint a picture and pace the night
Feel delight in all your flights
‘Member me with my soul on fire
I’ll set a light for you every once in a while

Now, we don’t have to lie
We don’t have to curse
We just hold our verse of love
We don’t have to lie
We don’t even fret
We just hold our fear
And ride it now

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C. BURNS // words & music by C. Smith / arrangement by C. Smith & A. Okano

Burns is gonna push the Cougar too fast
You know they wanna come and bust his ass
He puts the gas to the floor for a while
The way you flinch just makes him smile
Midnight back roads ain’t enough
He’ll hit 120 turn the headlights off
The kid is quick
He’ll leave your mouth full of dust
No room to spit or cuss

And yeah you should’ve seen him go
Under the bright lights
At the casino
Living fast wasn’t a joke

That life that you sung
It was a bullet from a gun
And ever since you’ve been gone
I still hear your song
I still hear your song

Cold at nine-ball with that Guido smile
No chance in hell you’ll get to break for a while
He’ll run the table like a knife runs blood
You sit and study ‘cause you know that you should
Too good to hustle ‘cause they already know
Memphis to Nashville, down to Tupelo
That boy so good that the cash dried up
Y’all too scared to let him push his luck
And you know he smokes way too much
His sense of humor’s gonna bust your gut
And the girls stay on his mind
Heart on his sleeve all of the time
Shooting angles making them look straight
Pound for pound, a pure heavy weight
He lays some tire when he takes the prize
Speeding up the highway with his blood on fire

And the world let him go
That bright gold shimmering soul
Luck paid and took its toll

That life that you sung
It was a bullet from a gun
And ever since you’ve been gone
I still hear your song
I still hear your song

Oh how the street lights pass so fast
When you’re alone
Just staring out the window
Watching that flash
Of colors unfold
You could take the long way
Or the short cut
Around the bend
But one way or another
The story ends

That life that you sung
Was a bullet from a gun
Ever since you been gone
I still hear your song
I still hear your song
I still hear your song
I can still hear your song

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REDWINGED // words by A. Okano / music & arrangement by A. Okano & C. Smith

Swimming through a bright white ocean of broken glass
Ghost ships black and blue sway past me
Clouds hang low, halcyon, observing the quiet wrath
Knowingly vacant they slip away en masse
And the language of our love everlasting
Ceases to exist

Lush leaves, they lie languid in the wind
Wisps of time and try again lingering on
The cellophane cage will stop making its slow spin
And even with feathers clipped by our kin
You know that only the redwinged
Can take flight like this

You can’t keep me here on the shore
Anymore
My colors are fading faster still
They chill
You can’t keep me here in your arms
Oh the harm
My bones they can’t hold your luck
They’re giving up

Once again, your willful weight creeps for a century
Like the sights and sounds of the sunken sea
The night sky falls to the deep with mem’ries
Of the path we found and histories lost
Shatter them when dawn comes with golden furies
Awakening the mist

My red wings they flutter on with the salty tears
Of the ghost ships that pass in dreams and in mirrors
Your elegiac shore looks on as the sea clears
Singing tuneless again

You can’t keep me here on the shore
Anymore
My colors are fading faster still
They chill
You can’t keep me here in your arms
Oh the harm
My bones they can’t hold your luck
Anymore
They’ve given up
They've given up

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MONET EYES // words & music by A. Okano / arrangement by A. Okano & C. Smith

When the golden sun
Is in the sky
We are taking flight and glowing bright
As the clouds set in
To disguise
They turn their Monet eyes in the distance

When the city is robed
In twilight
Your Monet eyes sigh every hour
If the light turns red
Don’t get out
You’ve still got that loaded gun in your hand

Lead me on with your headlights
Lead me home if you can
Under the sliver of the moon

Call me baby,
Call me your sweet thing
I’ll hold your heart within
And darling, I will bury you again
But your Monet eyes
Don’t know where to begin

When the rain starts pouring,
Kiss me again
By the neon lights and tourist sights
But when the blade glints dark
In the night
We’ll keep our balance act on its edge

Lead me on with your headlights
Lead me home if you can
Under the rabbit in the moon

Call me baby,
Call me your sweet thing
I’ll hold your heart within
And darling, I will bury you again
But your Monet eyes
Don’t know where to begin

When the dawn creeps in and closes
My Monet eyes
They will dream of sun and taking flight,
Your soul ablaze and full of light
So if the sky burns red
Don’t get out
You’ve still got my bleeding heart in your hand

Call me baby,
Call me your sweet thing
I’ll hold your heart within
And darling, I will bury you again
But your Monet eyes
Don’t know where to begin

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MAIN STREET LIGHTS // words by C. Smith / music & arrangement by C. Smith & A. Okano

"When ya coming home?"
His mama said to him
"You’ve been gone so long."
And you know I ain’t ever been…
Never been the type
To rest on laurels and lies
But it’s been too long

You can call me in the morning
You can forget your nightfalls
We can pour over the ashes
Your kettle black and your kettle calls
You can tell me all your secrets
And I’ll tell you my lies
Troubled truths that are passing
Little hopes that died
Little hopes that died, yes.

'Cause I’ve never been the type
To lay it on the line
Lover’s pain and pride
Aching inches with
The feel of falling mile by mile
The feel of falling mile by mile

This city’s always weeping
It carries me like a stray dog
I wonder why I’ve been taken
To this stretch for so long
Hold my hands while I worry
I’ll hold yours while you fret
Take me down your forgotten alleys
Give me all your regret
Give me all your regret, yes.

'Cause I've never been the type
To lay it on the line
Lover’s pain and pride
Aching inches with
The feel of falling mile by mile
The feel of falling mile by mile

I see your gutters and ash swept walls
Red bricks, black splattered paint and all
Orange lights just a glow of rain
Pain aflood just the same
Dead vendor stalls with the stain of loss
Cluttered trash sex crimes in your dark
The buildings felled like a forest of grief
Looking over all I see is
There’s a light going down over Main Street tonight
There’s a light going down over Main Street tonight

Bring your love back home
Beg the sunshine to stay
On that main street of sullen stone
Pave yourself a better way

'Cause you’ve never been
The type to lay it on the line
Take your pain and pride
And your aching inches with
The feel of falling mile by mile
The feel of falling mile by mile
The feel of falling mile by mile
The feel of falling mile by mile
The feel of falling mile by mile
The feel of falling mile by mile

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HOLD ME STILL (HOLD ME FAST) // words by C. Smith / music & arrangement by C. Smith & A. Okano

Lover please, I’m on my knees
Tell me no, twist the knife so very slow
See me run
So undone
While I stare onto you never more

Hold me still, hold me fast
Dream a dream so everlasting
I’ll walk away sullenly
Hold me still, hold me fast
Dream a dream so everlasting
I’ll walk away sullenly

Even in rain my fire quivers like a snake
It pains, it takes, your breathe, it wants to bait
On its hook
To keep you shook
Clasp you in its grasp, oh so serene

Hold me still, hold me fast
Dream a dream so everlasting
I’ll walk away sullenly
Hold me still, hold me fast
Dream a dream so everlasting
I’ll walk away sullenly

Flinting lips, wet and unstitched
Sweet fragrant pulls and grips
Hours ache
With tensed pace
Flushed steam upon your fingertips
Petals flood soft flesh in windfall
Flowers bloom and reach so tall
For your light
Pallor bright
Gonna take the leaves and stems, roots and all

Hold me still, hold me fast
Dream a dream so everlasting
I’ll walk away sullenly
Hold me still, hold me fast
Dream a dream so everlasting
I’ll walk away sullenly

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HAIL MAMA // words & music by C. Smith / arrangement by C. Smith & A. Okano

You dance around the saddle with your hips in your hands
Make me beg “Jesus” ‘bout how I can’t stand
Easy on the throttle get you done up right
Get the neighbors waking way the hell past midnight

Oh Hail Mary
Ooh yeah mama
You got me screaming mercy like there ain’t no tomorrow
Sun's up yelling
There goes night
Got me preaching baby now I maybe just might

Wanna hail to ya mama ‘til I make that loving my own
Wanna hail to ya mama ‘til I make that loving my own

You’re dirty like decadence on devil’s row
You’re sliding so slippery on summer dew
You’re making aching just like hot ice
Somebody’s itching how you scratch it just right

Oh Hail Mary
Ooh yeah mama
You got me screaming mercy like there ain’t no tomorrow
Sun's up yelling
There goes night
Got me preaching baby now I maybe just might

Wanna hail to ya mama ‘til I make that loving my own
Wanna hail to ya mama ‘til I make that loving my own
Wanna hail to ya mama with your feet of the ground
You’ve done chased me down

Pull down the shades
Lay down the sheets
Make all the days disappear for weeks
Thrown to the fire
Laid on down
Eveybody’s gonna hear you scream across town

Oh Hail Mary
Ooh yeah mama
You got me screaming mercy like there ain’t no tomorrow
Sun's up yelling
There goes night
Got me preaching baby now I maybe just might

Wanna hail to ya mama ‘til I make that loving my own
Wanna hail to ya mama ‘til I make that loving my own
Wanna hail to ya mama with your feet off the ground
You done chased me down
You done chased me down
You done chased me down
You done chased me down

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WRONG OR RHYME // words & music by C. Smith / arrangement by C. Smith & A. Okano

I know you’ve been thinking ‘bout your high school crush
Her sugar eyes and her sunrise blush
She took you for a ride and you didn’t mind
Papa’s little angel, mama won’t abide
Naked and sweaty with lust
Trouble from back to front
Aching to just tell you a lie
She didn’t have to try

Remember there was a time
You couldn’t read wrong from rhyme
Cruising summer long
Out until the break of down
Tripping on some lust
Chasing down another blood rush
Taking every chance that comes along

Your long stare and your coffee smile
Living life has left you dead for a while
Pain and heartache just a crack at the seams
What you say to the mirror, truth and fallacy
Wanting all the love in the world
Remembering the kid that you were
Begging to believe in a lie
He didn’t have to try

Remember there was a time
You couldn’t read wrong from rhyme
Cruising summer long
Out until the break of down
Tripping on some lust
Chasing down another blood rush
Taking every chance that comes along

Summer nights with the top down
Her hair spinning around and round
Flushed cheeks from the summer heat
Tires and street thumping like a heartbeat
A stomped six fumy fire
No headlights mile after mile
She leans back with her feet on the dash
Looking like a dream in your hands

Remember there was a time
You couldn’t read wrong from rhyme
Cruising summer long
Out until the break of down
Tripping on some lust
Chasing down another blood rush
Taking every chance that comes along
Taking every chance that comes along

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PAINTED EYES // words by C. Smith / music & arrangement by C. Smith & A. Okano

There is a song inside of me
There is a song inside of me
There is a song inside of me
There is a song inside of me
There is a song inside of me
There is a song inside of me

Hot glass and dirt on your face
You look like a kid to me
Hell, I remember your mother in that state penitentiary
Seems every time you come around now
All I want to do is spit fire
Hold your hands with the clasp of an anvil
And just watch you cry
Watch you place your bets on harlequins
While they pantomime you
Some soul blighting turn of a lover that’s come oh so true
Change your face and your place in time
But it’s gonna take five or ten
Or that many more cinches to discover just where the hell you’ve been

Time, it ain’t what it used to be
And neither are the lies
You can’t hold back the pain
Behind those painted eyes

Now what you done or could have done
Who you’ve been or why
Spent many a penny on your dollar
You just go on and set the stakes high
Empty pockets like your insides
Except that small murmur true
Wish the change jingle last a bit longer
Nobody ever could tell you
That your smile could have been worth millions
If it weren’t full of knives
Making something good feel just like a mallet
Coming on down in time
For that last deviled inevitable
Falling curtain call
Another tale of failed love and squalor making you feel small

Time, it ain’t what it used to be
And neither are the lies
You can’t hold back the pain
Behind those painted eyes

This life, it could set you free
This life, it could set you free
This life, it could set you free
This life, it could set you free
This life, it could set you free
This life, it could set you free
This life, it could set you free
This life, it could set you free

Why don’t you turn your back on me
Why don’t you turn your back on me
Why don’t you turn your back on me, just one more time now

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THIS LITTLE PRAYER // words by C. Smith / music & arrangement by C. Smith & A. Okano

Take this broken heart in me
Pull it apart from me
Make all my troubles
A laughing jest
Take this broken heart in me
Pull it apart from me
Make all my troubles
A laughing jest

I can feel the river running
I can feel the river running
I can feel the river running
I can feel it running back home

This little prayer in me
It’s gonna bring the best, yes
This little prayer
It’s gonna bring the best
This little prayer in me
It’s gonna bring the best yes
This little prayer
It’s gonna bring the best, oh yes
It’s gonna bring the best
Gonna bring the best, oh yes

(Good friends hold true)
Good friends hold true
(Good friends hold true)
I can see you shining on like morning dew
(Good friends hold true)
Even with the lights going down on Main Street
(Good friends hold true)
I can feel your love like summer’s heat
(Good friends hold true)
You’re that little gold in winter’s night
(Good friends hold true)
Good friends hold true
(Good friends hold true)

GOOD FRIENDS HOLD TRUE.

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