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copyright 2010 all rights reserved
by Camille Bright-Smith

Riding down to Swallow Hill
The breeze is fresh off Pikes Peak
Pedal up to Highland Bridge
Takes me to yummy things

I can ride from here to there
faster than you drive
I can ride my B Bike I can ride ride ride

Serene along the river
Roll into to Cherry Creek
I check her in on Columbine
Shop for fancy things

I can ride to a Rockies Game
To see the Av’s or March with Pride
I can ride to the Peoples Fair
I can ride, ride, ride

I can ride from here to there
faster than you drive
I can ride my B Bike I can ride ride ride

I can ride to the Orange and Blue
I can ride baby two by two
I can ride like a Nuggets Dancer
Meet me at the Double Daughter

I can ride on a first date
I can ride on my last
I can ride to the MCA

To see the Flobots or catch the Fray

I can ride from here to there

faster than you drive
I can ride my B Bike I can ride ride ride

Thank heavens for Travis Dickerson, Lindy Dickerson and John Bright.  Travis produced the song and played various instruments, John produced the vocals and Lindy played guitar!

LISTEN TO:  Balloon Boy

Will he fall will he fall

From a great blue height

Will he laugh will he laugh

Will he die will he die

Will he suffocate

Will he immolate

Tiny boy of our dreams

Floating silver air streams

What do you want from me

The foolish you

Wish you could see what I see

The foolish you

What do you want from me

Can we see his tiny blue face

In the eye of the mind

Can we feel his mother’s embrace

He is broken

The wind was unkind

Take us away from the war

Take us away

Give us blood or give life

What do you want from me

The foolish you

You are so far beneath me

The foolish you

What do you want from me

What do you want from me?

The foolish you

Is there blood?

Is there blood?

Fear and love….

Listen To: Ft. Carson Colorado

Ft. Carson Colorado
The proud home of our 4th Infantry
The men that pulled Sadaam
out from his hole
Ft. Carson Colorado
Those brave souls of the 31st Dixie
Named after Kit, its the Army’s heart and soul

Ft. Carson’s Deadly Duty
Was the headline on the Sunday News
Now Ft. Carson’s pride is burdened by
Its finest Iron horses running wild

And the army said “some problems slipped right through the cracks’
I wonder what they meant by that
Did they mean the 9 soldiers
turned by war from men to fiends
Did they mean the 6 now dead and gone
Shot or stabbed and left to bleed alone

Ft. Carson’s Deadly Duty
Was the headline on the Sunday News
Now Ft. Carson’s pride is burdened by
Its finest Iron horses running wild

Its constant fear, adrenaline
Its what they are trained to do
Redeployed and torn up limb from limb
And then told to come on home and settle in
Ft. Carson sends ‘em over there
Prepared for every kind of terror
But Ft. Carson doesn’t comfort them back home

Copyright 2009 all rights reserved Camille Bright-Smith

1986
smoking outside the Applejack
Guess I was seventeen
Either lucky or invincible
We were waiting for our mark
He was a chain smoking, Nova drivin’
Loner livin’ with his Mama
We were three young pretty girls
Askin’ for gin and tonic

He said hey girls
Can I give you a ride?
We said sure man
After you go inside
And buy us a bottle or three or four
And a pack of reds
We’ll wait outside the door

Climbed into the Nova
After we paid for our loot
And he started driving
Way too slow, way too cool
The oldest girl up in the front seat
Leaned back and looked at me
With a fearful gleam
With a fearful gleam in her eye

He said hey girls
Can I give you a ride
We said sure man
After you go inside
And buy us a bottle or three or four
And a pack of reds
We’ll wait outside the door

She lied, she lied to him without shaking
Said her Dad was cop
And he lived just ahead
Go on and drop us off
We climbed out of the car
Smelling like piss and Marlboro’s
And we laughed like little girls
Yeah we laughed like stupid little girls

Copyright 2009 all rights reserved
By Camille Bright-Smith (with some WRHS inspiration and thanks to my facebook friends!)

Well we are waitin’
For the baby
For the little baby cuz
Mama’s in the kitchen
Cookin’ 16 things at once
Papa’s talkin’ to himself
Not as eloquent as usual
And when the phone rings everybody jumps

Baby cuz
C’mon and slide out easy
Baby cuz
Your mama’s getting’ sleepy
Baby Cuz
I know its kinda cheesy
You got us ringin’ our hands
Got us laughin’ and weepin’
Baby Cuz
Son of my little brother
Baby Cuz
Come out and meet your mother
We just can’t wait a minute longer
Gotta kiss and hug our baby cuz

Well we are waitin’
For the baby
For the little baby cuz
We are practicing our breathing
Were so nervous we could bust
Now mama’s polishing the furniture
Just to keep from cracking up
Cause we are waitin’
On the little baby cuz

Copyright 2009 by Camille Bright-Smith

featuring John Bright on Guitar

Spring is so sudden here
She pounces on my back
She really digs her claws in
To my sleepy winter neck
Pink disturbs my slumber
Yellow blossoms shock my eyes
The clouds cleared out and left me
With nothing but blue sky

Damn that breeze
Caressing me
Damn the buds
On the aspen trees
Damn the chaos in my head
Just want to hibernate in my winter bed

A full moon brings all the howlers out
The mail box fills with invitations
The sun gets stuck at 5 o clock
The garden sends neglected gazes
Pink disturbs my slumber
Yellow blossoms shock my eyes
The clouds cleared out and left me
With nothing but blue sky

Damn that breeze
I just want to hibernate
I’m goin’ back to bed
Leave me alone
I’m goin’ back to bed
Shhhhh

Copyright 2009 by Camille Bright-Smith

Walking out my front door
Down a frozen sidewalk
Gray skies above me
The sky is spitting snow
Pink light fadeing in
from the west mountains
Hovering

The lake is almost frozen
The geese don’t seem to notice
And you pulled away
you said that you would stay
And now its everyday, everyday alone
Watching the pink fade into gray
And now its everyday
Watching the pink fade into gray

I oughtta thank my momma
Come down from the mountain
Gonna watch the babies
Give me time to think
So I’m out here with the sunset
Tryin’ to get my mind set right

The cold is like a brandin’ iron
Left out in a meadow
High up near the treeline
Always in the shadow
And I cannot get my feet to
Move me down the sidewalk anymore
Don’t know what I ‘m walkin’ for
Because its everyday
Watching the pink fade into gray

And now its everyday, everyday alone
Watching the pink fade into gray
And now its everyday
Watching the pink fade into gray

Copyright 2009 all rights reserved Camille Bright-Smith

Scott Renfroe’s Hate Speech on the Colorado Senate Floor

Of a truthy higher power
You’ve exposed the heart of evil
Homo’s murderers and females
And I love your cruisy hairdo
Will you meet me in the showers?

Scott Renfroe you’re a genius
Of truthy higher power

Scott Renfroe your’re a scholar
You memorized that book you read
And since your speech in Denver
I went back to read Leviticus
The economy is tanking
So I sold my only daughter

Scott Renfroe you’re a genius
Of truthy higher power

I’m humbled by your empathy
Your Christian love, your swagger
Lets keep it between you and me
That night you spent with Haggard

The Bible also mentions
That slavery is no big D
As long as when you sack ‘em
They are from a nearby country
So I got this hot Canadian
Tied up and suckin’ on my feet

Scott Renfroe you’re a genius
Of truthy higher power

Copyright 2009 all rights reserved
by Camille Bright-Smith