Shot Down (2005)

Another day, sundown.
Another night, sundown.
Orange to black, sundown.
Fades to midnight blue.
There’s nothing I can’t do.

And here comes the night
And I don’t know why
I hear your voice
And I lose my way.
Where are you now?
Can I touch you somehow?
You’re somewhere near sleep where images fade.
And here comes the sun.
Another night is done.
Here comes the sun.
And here I go again.

Saw the man, shot down.
Heard his voice, shot down .                   Eyes rolled white, shot down.           Breathe goodbye that sound.              Fades to midnight blue.                   There’s nothing I can do.

Another day shot down.
Another night shot down.
Orange to black.
Shot down.
Fades to midnight blue.
There’s nothing I can do.

DENNIS MANTIN 

The Meditation Series

Sad But True (2015)

There is a heart shaped carve in rosewood.
There’s a line drawn in the sand.
I pray there on grace and wonder,
and there’s a baby, she’s in my hand.

There’s a virtue called forgiveness.
From a force we can’t see.
It’s how I deal with darkness.
Of how I feel when you’re with me.

I struggle now to hear you.
Seek approval in your eyes.
I hate you for your beauty.
Like I love you for your lies.

It’s a sad sad situation
Department sad but true.
You fear that they are coming
And you fear what they will do.

It’s a sad sad situation
Under heading sad but true
You fear that they are coming
No one is coming for you.

-Dennis Mantin

Baby Loves Clowns (1995)

I don’t know why my baby loves clowns,
Whose painted on tears never fall down.
I don’t know what she sees in their eyes
Perhaps the line between horror/surprise

I don’t know why my baby can’t sing
Why carnival music isn’t her thing
It fills my head when I’m at the fair
Searching for clues in clowns everywhere

I don’t know why she screams at night
I hope it’s not why she holds me so tight
because I’m the type I’m weak for love
Carnival music I rise above.

Is it the pain or is it the tears?
For some carnival crime from yesteryears.
Maybe it’s you, maybe I’ll never know
Maybe it’s me, baby let go.

(chorus)

Humpty Dumpty sat on the wall Humpty Dumpty had a great fall.
All the kings horses and all the kings men
tried and they tried but she fell down again.

Humpty Dumpty sat on the wall Humpty Dumpty had a great fall
She went to her shrink ended up at the mall
Humpty Dumpty wanted it all.

–Dennis Mantin

The Chances Store (1975)

(A song I wrote about leaving high school)

Chances were the premium at the chances store
Called up their proprietor and asked for just one more
Inside information suggested relocate
When they closed the chances store it sealed the users fate

With no plans for the future and the future it is here
Who knew that the sun would rise and whisper last nights fear?
So we headed for the highway which ended at the light
Looked upon arrival, no chances store in sight

Searching for the answers that will ease the fears
Some will stand there crying and find few are buying tears
All are someone’s baby lost along the way
Strangers and sojourners who have lost the need to pray

And I say, “Pray”
Get down on your knees sweet Charlotte , get down on your knees
I know you have a mission and I hope it is to please
Take me to your leader because I think I’ve found the cure
It’s a love that is botanical with determination pure.

–Dennis Mantin

The Voice (1990)

The day the voice moved in with me, he brought his good friend fear.
Said ‘We all share your heart and soul you’ll soon forget we’re here.’
The day the voice moved in with me, peace and sleep moved out
The addict he was at the door, and the voice he jumped to shout.

Said, ‘We like you we like it here, we know you like us too
And we know you’ll like our friends, cause true friends are so few.’
The voice would talk for hours about nothing much at all
And all the noise would wake the fear and the drunk would wake withdrawal.

Years had passed in tears and stains and I had to kill the fear.
The voice he left in the middle of the night, said he didn’t like it here.
The voice returns sometimes when I sleep but he’s gone when I’m awake.
The strength it took to kill the fear was more than he could take.

And the drunk is with the addict and they live from coast to coast.
And sometimes when I pray to God, I pray you’re not their host.
Singing, ‘We like you, we like it here, we know you like us too
And we know you’ll like our friends cause true friends are so few.’

–Dennis Mantin