Kendra McKinley EPK: LYRICS
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Kendra McKinley: LYRICS

Kendra McKinley

Kendra McKinley TREAT (2016 album)
ALL COMPOSITIONS COPYRIGHT KENDRA McKINLEY

1. Overture (What Should I Do?) - instrumental -

2. Do What You Want
Nowhere to be, no one to see
Go do what you want.

No one to please, no guarantees
Go do what you want.

It's so much easier than what they told you
Do what you want and suddenly the world will hold you.

No one to meet, go run down the street
And do what you want.
Do what you want
And don't feel shame.

DO WHAT YOU WANT!

The world is busy and the world is booming.
Do what you want and you will see the flowers blooming
Hear choirs crooning.

Nowhere to be, no one to see
Go do what you want.
Do what you want
And don't feel shame.

DO WHAT YOU WANT!

3. Fine As A Vine
I went out walking down by the bay yesterday.
There I saw a man whose ponderous smile did entertain.
I said, "Tell me all that you know! Can you please?
'Cause I'm getting lost in a fog of uncertainty."
He said, "I'm feeling fine as a vine in the sunshine."

I said, "Who taught the daisy how to behave lazily?
And who told the bees that honey was sweet and good to eat?
And who said trees could stand tall in the breeze?
And who told the leaves to return after the Winter freeze?"
He said, "I'm feeling fine as a vine in the sunshine."

When I'm up I'm down, when I'm in I'm out
I feel good, to say the least...
When I'm out I'm 'round, when I'm upside down
I feel good to say the least...

I went out walking down by the bay the next day.
There that same old man sang his casual verse on replay.
I said, "Tell me all that you know! Can you please?
Tell me all I could want, tell me everything that I could need!"
He said, "I'm feeling fine as a vine in the sunshine."

4. Poor Boy
Poor boy with a feather in his hat
Hides inside his denim and his plaid
He’s waiting for the day
That his idols will whisk him away
To a place he holds inside a paisley frame.

Poor boy at an oceanside bazaar
Buys a portrait of a man with a guitar
And hopes one day to be
As idolized as he.

But every costume that covers up his tiny shoulders,
Keeps him from moving, keeps him from growing older.
He finds solace in the folks that’ll never know his name,
Is it fear or naivete that is to blame?

Poor boy uses whiskey, beer, and wine,
To building his friendships and pass the time.
They help him to forget
All the years of neglect.

And every wine-stained word that spills onto the evenings
About his longing for romance, about his poverty, his grieving,
Seem to float past the ears he so long has revered.
In his dreams he’s an artist, a genuine cavalier.

Poor boy I’ve seen you before,
Lying there upon the floor.
Clutching to a cigarette,
Like chips in a game of roulette.
How long do you plan to stay
Tucked inside your hideaway?
Won’t you answer, poor boy, tell me why?
Where no one dares to poke or pry,

Poor boy can be found inside his room,
Playing a song to peel back the gloom.
He’s seated in his throne,
Just a poor boy skin and bones.
Safe inside his kingdom all alone.

5. Honey
Alan’s in the shop, he’s the leading clerk.
From morning until night he’s just work, work, workin’
Just to save a little money, so he can maybe save the world,
Or save a late night dance for an American girl.

Well, I stopped on by his shop, just to get myself some honey,
Even though the bees are dying and I haven’t any money,
It’s just I’ve got this little sweet tooth somewhere in my mouth
And I’m looking for a friend to maybe help me get it out.

I don’t want sugar, that’s too weak
Just let me taste the sweetness
Of your golden, honey-flavored loving
I’m burning in my cheeks
My sweet tooth’s getting stronger
And now it’s got me buzzing like a bee.

Well, it turns out this little sweet tooth helps me sugar-coat my words
And turns the pupils in my eyes into singin’ soarin’ love birds.
I used to say it wasn’t easy with the same old pair of lips
That now are busy kissing, tasting as that honey drips.

I don’t want sugar, that’s too weak
Just let me taste the sweetness
Of your golden, honey-flavored loving
I’m burning in my cheeks
My sweet tooth’s getting stronger
And now it’s got me buzzing like a bee.

Well, after awhile of getting to know him,
I realized that he only thought of him.
I was hypnotized by the honey that poured from his eyes,
And let it drip down my neck and onto my thighs.
But he didn’t care what I might think, or what I might say
After I put the honey jar away.
It seemed the bee was abusing the flower.
Even honey can turn sour.

Alan’s in the shop he’s the leading clerk,
And even after hours he’s work, work, work, workin’,
Just to save a little money, so he can maybe save the world,
Or save a late night dance for an American girl.
And his honey-flavored wisdom is that life’s easy if you’re pretty,
But I’m not seeking easy living, so it really is a pity
That all I’m ready and believing still can’t keep me from leaning
Towards that honey-sweet seduction I’m so guilty of eating.

I don’t want sugar, that’s too weak
Just let me taste the sweetness
Of your golden, honey-flavored loving
I’m burning in my cheeks.
My sweet tooth’s getting stronger
And now it’s got me buzzing like a bee.

6. Canyon Canon
Flipped a canyon upside down and all I got was a dripping mountain.

7. Party Mask
Kim’s got her high heels on. Her full, crimson lips have stained her glass.
She left her personality locked in her car and put on her party mask.
Soon she’ll start to bore you with her vodka-covered quips.
Oh no…

While wasting away she wandered the party aimlessly.
Men marveled her frame. Never called her by name, called her “baby”.
They liked her because she was quick, though not quite quick of wit.
She revealed all of her secrets, all of the time.
“Come follow me, Kim. I’ll treat you well.” said another him.
“Far from the noise, those despicable boys, where the lights are dim.
“We’ll watch as the hours pass. I’ll pour you one more glass.
“It will be our little secret. Just promise never to tell.”

Edelweiss, small and white,
Every morning you greet me.
Booze on ice, pay the price.
And maybe we will be seeing you next Friday night.

Everybody’s saying that her alcohol veil is what ultimately paled her judgement.
They put the blame on her guise, the tight dress and dark eyes, though she’s absent.
Well, maybe one day we’ll admit that we all ought to quit.
It’s just we love to drink on Fridays, and all of the time.

8. Telling Truths
I had a laugh about it last Sunday
For it’d almost been a week
Since I thawed the icy lock
That closed my lips so I couldn’t speak.
That was when he told me truths about him,
‘Neath the crown of a wisteria tree.
And what I never knew about him was
I could stay up all night telling truths with him easily.
Now, I’m a sentimental someone.

I’ve got my head up in the stars.
I spend my days making bouquets,
And placing them into mason jars.
Well, bless my soul I never knew,
That he was a sentimental someone, too.
Then like an opened door, the words poured so easily and true,
I said I could stay up all night telling truths with you, darling.

The air was cold, it shook me down into my knees,
While the purr of his words, like some fiery cure,
Put my troubled mind at ease.
Who knew all it took was sitting there with someone
To forget about small talk and people who only say,
Me, me, me, me, me, me, me, me.

I watched his lips form thoughtful questions,
And entertain a cigarette,
While he spoke of love and hope,
And a life filled up with regret,
I said I could stay up all night truths with you, darling, you bet.

The air was cold, it shook me down into my knees,
While the purr of his words, like some fiery cure,
Put my troubled mind at ease.
Who knew all it took was sitting there with someone
To forget about small talk and people who only say,
“Me, me, me, me, me, me, me, me.”

Well, I had a laugh about it last Sunday.
For it’d almost been a week,
Since he spoke through cigarette smoke,
Whispering only the truth to me.
I said I could stay up all night telling truths with him easily.

9. Maya May
Maya May’s a painter out in Leidseplein.
She’s holed up in a room atop a bar called The Saloon
Where all the young and handsome people go.
Her hair’s a maraschino cherry red,
Stale as the crust of day old bread.
Each day she has nothing else to do but
Go out and feed a poisoned liver, with an album full of pictures.
It’s the only thing she has, besides her blood, that cannot leave her.

Now, she’s sitting there waiting for a compliment,
While all the cigarettes she smokes collect in clouds and cover up
A wrinkled face that’s frozen in a frown.
Brushes the ashes off a table that she’s painted full of angels, says,
“Is this all the respect that I get?”
And so, I propose a toast: To the lowlands most lonely ghost!

They call her Maya, Maya May.
The lonesome ghost of Leidseplein.

10. Sadie
I’m walking a dog in Hayes Valley.
A black and white dog, her name’s Sadie.
I’m gonna take her off her leash and let her run around
A ring of eucalyptus trees.

11. Bitter Suite I - I’m Gonna Buy You A Boat
I’m gonna buy you a boat
With white sails and a solid gold deck.
And we’ll sail out to the moon in a perpetual June
And I will tell you something better yet!

Oh, I’m gonna buy you a boat
Paint it whatever color you like.
And we’ll sail out singing songs to the salty night
I tell you everything will be alright!

We’ll dive down and collect tennis ball-sized pearls off of the sea floor.
And we’ll go fishing for salmon and sunfish and starfish and even those leopard-print sharks.
And the clouds will dress the sky like pillows of vanilla frosting.
I said, sometimes life can seem so slow,
Now it is time to pick up and go!

We’ll take naps in the sunshine.
And listen to the seagulls singing shanties, flying high over our heads.
I’ll be glad to call you captain.
I can tell already you’re the greatest sailor that I’ve ever met.

We will drink only the very finest of champagne.
And we’ll go swimming through ripples of crystal blue waters of tropical temperatures and
We will sail our little piece of heaven out beyond forever.
Tell me, how do you like the sound of that?

Oh, I’m gonna buy you a boat.
I’m gonna buy you a schooner and a yacht.
And I’ll buy you a dock and an island, too.
I’m gonna buy the whole earth for you.

We won’t have time to worry ‘bout the future.
You see we’ll be too busy runnin’, we’re runnin’, we’re runnin’, we’re runnin’,
We’re runnin from our adult lives.
I can see you now up on your boat, OH, what a pretty picture!
Tell me, how do you like the sound of that?

I feel like I’m getting sea sick already.

12. Bitter Suite II - Baby Dynamite
I’m heading on up to The Rockies.
I didn’t have time to pack my bags.
I left my belongings back home with my troubles,
They don’t fit in with this land.
I said goodbye to a heart that’s forgotten how to love.
‘Cause I know they won’t ask if I’m done mending,
Later on when I’ll probably be pretending.

I went out and bought myself a floor-length skirt,
‘Cause I’m getting older now.
Who’s gonna pay eight dollars to see a solo lady anyhow?
So I signed up for a club called Blonde on Blonde.
Though I know they won’t ask if I’m done mending.
They are already used to my pretending.
But I don’t mind so long as our voices are blending.
Too bad the start started out as the ending.

Open up my eyes, look to my left,
And see that the clock hands read 11:03.
If I don’t get out of this bed
I might just sleep on through January.

Oh, I do despise
Putting all of my eggs into one basket,
Only then to be filled up with regret.

So, you say we should maybe play it side by side,
Like a good old fashioned pair of best friends.
You say it will work out so well we won’t
Ever want it to end.

Oh, I’m tired of these selfish lies.
I can’t even see you, are you looking at me?
How can I believe you, you’re not looking at me?

You can call me Baby Dynamite
I’ll ignite the dullness that replaced your bright.
And you can leave me curbside, I don’t mind.
I’ll keep on playing, I’m not staying, you can already hear me saying…

13. Bitter Suite III - So Long
So long to all my dear, dear friends.
So long, oh what a bitter end.

You believe in fate, or something sort of like that.
Well, I believe in things that don’t last.

 ©Kendra McKinley

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Summer Tour 2019
 • Aug 8 - Sam Bond's Garage (Eugene, OR)
 • Aug 9 - Laurelthirst Public House (PDX, OR)
 • Aug 10 - Conor Byrne Pub (Seattle, WA)
 • Aug 11 - Hobbit Hole (Olympia, WA)
 • Aug 14 - Neurolux (Boise, ID)
 • Aug 17 - Dee's Country Cocktail Lounge (Madison, TN)
 • Aug 18 - Dee's Country Cocktail Lounge (Madison, TN)
 • Aug 19 - White Water Tavern (Little Rock, AR)
 • Aug 20 - Hotel Vegas (Austin, TX)
 • Aug 23 - Mr. Musichead Gallery (LA, CA)
 • Aug 24 - Sophia's Thai Kitchen (Davis, CA)
 • Aug 29 - Coffee Gallery Backstage (Altadena, CA)
 • Sept 13 - Solaura Festival (Mendocino, CA)
 • Sept 21 - Sweetwater in the Sun (Novato, CA)

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