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All For You, Dulcinea

by Reece Sullivan

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Space (free) 00:10
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The Vine 04:54
Come with me to where the mysteries still shine Like glimmering gold on the mirror-like mind I believed what I’s told & I set off to wind My way through the fold & across all the lines Like I’d been plucked care From the shimmering vine The old cosmic call that I sometimes hear Is like an old-fashioned tune that plays soft on the ears I prayed for the moon when I couldn’t purchase one beer The day lily bloomed; the stadium cheered Oh, it means what it means It’s been a very strange year Though my lost fortune’s now more than regained In what was a dungeon I spent half my days Like a big bird that squawks in a cage You would’ve thought I went looking for pain It was silly to be So un-open to change These are days that sparkle and shine With friends always near & a girl by my side & Music that flows from a deep well, divine I’m showered with praise, and the residuals are high It all comes with ease & It was all in good time I’m in a new, uncharted place With infinite love, with infinite grace I’m moving beyond mere good or bad taste I’m moving out into this strange Mysterious race You wouldn’t know by my face With these technologies on my every side I feel I’d be more suited for some other lost time For a richer and simpler life When one plucked the fruit straight from the vine But it ain't how it panned out & I’ve accepted it now
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When I hear that nightingale’s ol’ tune When it plays upon my ears It feels like you from long ago Behind the veil of years When I see the sun going down When I see the night close in I feel that restless thing inside & I think on what might’ve been In deeper nights, in winter’s cold I’ll sometimes feel a rage But it soothes my soul to think of you & All our summer days
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I knew you twice as a lover, babe Our lives would merge on different planes But I lost you there in the U.S.A. To forces I could not contain I found my body over seas But I knew my heart was still with thee In the bed of a young call girl I dream & In small cafes on lonely streets I closed up shop on 2nd St. I told the boys I bid ‘em well But now I see signs in everything I’ve done my best to break the spell I hear the bells; I hear the choirs I see the cathedrals rising spire I thought of you in my darkest hour When days were dim & prospects dire I closed up shop on 2nd St. . . .
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You were alone And you were in debt And you had struggled and fought it so long, like nothing else It wasn't your due It felt like a curse That you could not undo; that you could not reverse You prayed aloud You prayed in verse & You struggled to come to terms with what it’s all really worth The sky you touch The sun you might greet Or least you had heard and tried hard to believe Come look and see How we have been blessed & Don’t fear being free Oh, but how could you guess What lied in your wait? No one could express the ecstasy that lay outside the gate It was all just a test Wove in your fate And it was all for the best; ll your Suffering & Pain
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Cry, young mother, cry You’d better get your child and run for the hills Something in us knows this time itʼs real There’s no one who can tell us what to do We feel that overwhelming sense of doom The end is coming hard and coming soon Hide, little bunny, hide That black bird’s swooping low beneath the sun You’d better get your things; you’d better run You’d better sober up and fall in line You’d better learn to rightly read the signs We see the stars and moon fall from the sky I see the sun blacked out; the end is nigh Cry, little baby, cry Our world is spinning madly into space I feel the earthʼs foundations givinʼ way That Christ will come again the religious say While others suggest we grab all we can take Some would find this all a bit much to claim Think what you will; the end is on its way
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Things went wrong for me again Try your best not to condescend Sit back and listen to the tale I'll spin Things took a turn for the worse, ol’ friend A big-legged girl with hardly a brain She lied to me and felt no shame Done bore down deep and into my veins Oh, I’ve made this mistake again & again There’s no question who’s to blame There’s no mystery ‘round the cause of my pain She played me like a pawn in a game A big-legged girl with hardly a brain With many strangers I have lain Black & white and every shade From Europe to the United States Seeking what, I cannot say & I know you likely feel the same ‘Bout this endless cycle of pleasure and pain But the pleasure fades more as you age & Grows much harder to obtain
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Oh, honey, I can hardly speak I think my tongue is filled with lead I look in the distance to the peak And I think I might go to bed Aw, those are words that I might tweak Or else it’s all just in my head Or else my spirit’s sprung a leak Or else my soul has not been fed Oh, I’ve had an awful week & I’m coming off my meds Oh, I’ve had an awful week Or else it’s all just in my head Don’t turn back, babe, I’m comin’ around the bend I’m gettin’ back on track, babe Try not to condescend They thought they had me sacked, babe But I got up and went again, friend I’d been listenin’ to some quacks Oh, those sorts that move in packs But it’s time to start again I’m coming around the bend I’m trying to make amends Try not to condescend Oh, take a moment for reprieve Take some time to just relax There are points you should concede Try to square off with the facts Try to follow where they lead Try to think before you act Try to turn the word to deed Try to live and not look back Try to say just what you mean But try to use a little tact & Don’t get stuck off in one scene You gotta move and not look back Aw, man, it’s happened all too quick Something slipped, yet I’ve survived Though I feel I’ve been beaten with a stick No, those ain’t words that I’ve contrived At times I thought I might go get sick But I just let out a little sigh Oh, I’ve thought it had me licked But I’m gonna make it if I try It’s happened all too quick This ain’t words that I contrived I feel beaten with a stick Oh, God, I’ve tried to make it known I've opened up the lid You’ve seen what I have shown I ain't kept nothing hid Oh, we’ve feel the winds have blown No more time to play or kid Oh, we’re due up on the loan And it doesn’t matter what we did Still, it ain’t nothing they can clone It ain’t nothing on which to bid It ain’t nothing they can own I haven’t kept it hid And I’ve tried to drive this home Oh, I need a wealthy little girl One with trimmings and with lace Or else a higher standard whore One with a little ol' pretty little face Aw, I oughta get out in the world Not be so caught up in this race With these rat-like little squirrels Trying to keep up with the pace Who live and die by business morals Who cannot see past what is base Who with batons that twist and twirl But unlikely ever leave a trace I need a well raised girl One with wealth and with taste I need to get out in the world Not be so caught up in this race Alt Verse: Oh, babe, I’m closing up the deal And you think of me today And now you know this shit’s for real It ain't some act that I have feigned Not something yet to be revealed Though I admit a bit insane But not some show that I have billed What this is is very plain Neither hidden nor concealed Aw, hear me out ol’ babe & Don’t give me no flack until What it is is very plain What this is is very real
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The men are all restless; they sing songs of woe Tomorrow set sail into the unknown To the end of the earth, to the end of all things And where they end up, nobody knows The darkness was deep and the waves they were high And some of them questioned what they'd gotten into And some of them thought that the end was close by As they sailed off further on the dark ocean blue The world will keep turning; the world will go on When you set sail, when you leave your home And no one remembers, so ne'er is it told The story of sailors who face the unknown Alt third verse: The rest of the world knew not of their plight The rest of the world went on with their lives As their little ship sailed through dark endless night As they went a' sailing on further from sight
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I look out on this town of mine filled with corporate signs All promising fulfillment in the drudge of city life I stand before this messl with my son and with my wife & I think back on the days now long lost in time I gaze across the plains and out into this world of mine Through all my middle age, I used to see the worst of signs & I could only think these were the worst of times But now it’s only love and beauty that I find I’ve glimpsed into another plane I’ve felt the spirit like a breeze I’ve known a joy that's born of pain I’ve felt the grace of God in me I look out on it all, out into our universe Always giving freely, always more than what it's worth Always in a state of growth through death and birth & It makes it all look easy with it’s manna and it’s mirth I’ve glimpsed into another plane I’ve felt the spirit like a breeze I’ve known a joy that's born of pain I’ve felt the grace of God in me
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Babe, go dream you a dream Babe, go dream you a dream My, my, you’re a beautiful thing My, my, you’re a beautiful thing When we fell in love the earth changed as well My eyes saw things as a babe So I have sought to stay under that spell So forever in love I might stay Babe, go put on your wings Babe, go put on your wings My, my, you’re a beautiful thing My, my, you’re a beautiful thing My days on earth are numbered, you see When I’m gone you should not feel forlorn For where I will go is where I want to be I only die to be reborn Babe, fill your lungs up and sing Babe, fill your lungs up and sing My, my, you’re a beautiful thing My, my, you’re a beautiful thing Over here the fields are golden and green Life and death a continuous dream If you could only see what I’ve seen You would know things are not as they seem Babe, go bathe in the stream Babe, go bathe in the stream My, my, you’re a beautiful thing My, my, you’re a beautiful thing

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Recorded November 4th 2010 - October 2011

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released December 5, 2011

Pedal Steel: Paul Buller

Mastering: Don Grossinger

Artwork & Design: A.R. Taylor

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Reece Sullivan Lafayette, Louisiana

Originally from Arkansas, and now in Lafayette, LA, I play the surrounding areas regularly. Over the course of the years, I've reinvented myself musically many times: piano to guitar, classical to art rock, art rock to folk, flat picking to finger-picking, solely songwriting to performing. My latest incarnation has me playing out often, sometimes touring, and writing and recording consistently. ... more

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