LANCASTER STREET - LANCASTER STREET
James Michael Taylor
LANCASTER STREET
Midnight in Cowtown. 90 degrees
Too hot for a blanket. Too hot for a sheet
The trash on the sidewalk is trying to sleep
Breathing the bus fumes on Lancaster Street
Sunshine brings tacos. Sunshine brings beans.
Sunshine brings water on that first Thursday scene
Sunshine brings music and coats for the lean
Not enough sunshine on Lancaster Street
We are the people that pause when we meet
Pacing from Cyprus to Riverside
Under the freeway. Under the tree.
Men with badges tell us to leave
My sign on the ramp that says, “Anything! Please?”
Then back to the Quick Stop on Lancaster Street
(Bb) Mission is crowded. (Am) Beds almost filled
And all I need is a two-dollar bill
…and who will push me when I lose my feet
Wheel chairs and crutches on Lancaster Street
High Noon in Cowtown 100 degrees
Hotter the black top. Hot the concrete
Holes in the soles that shelter my feet
In the summer they burn. In the winter they freeze.
(c) 2017 Royal T Music
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Connie Pittman Ramsey Jesus, James! Brilliant. Powerful. Heart-wrenching. Thank you. I had not heard this album!!! I will have to listen later, but thank you, thank you for sharing this one! We should be ashamed. I know I am.
Lauryl Blossom James, oh, I know. Walk those woods after dark, careful not to wake the sleeping souls. I lived in West Meadowbrook. I'm not sure if you remember, but you and I met through Sunshine. I love your song.
I love and hate this song. The pain of it is a lot to process. You are so good at your craft.
Laurie Callinan - Its very beautiful. Love the line about the garbage trying to sleep.
Connie Pittman Ramsey Visually sorrowful and heartfelt.... Thank you James, once again, for going where most dare not go
Heart breaking. Yet, beautiful artistry. I listened and tears came.
riveting essay on the realities of this well known avenue
Yeah, very nice! Everything is given proper space to "breathe", so to speak. Really draws me in in that intangible sort of way that music sometimes does.
As Colleen Dillon said, haunting. Crying.
Listening to your songs evokes imagery of being a lonely and mysterious character stuck in an old dusty town.