Anthony Rankin Wilson

Love Takes No Prisoners CD

1. Praise the Holy Round

I
I close my eyes and see you there,
Angel skin, mother bones, sitting in a chair.
Waiting for your children to call.
Wondering what sleep will bring,
Heaven’s gate or one more morning,
Heaven’s gate or one more morning.

II
I close my eyes, it’s me in that chair.
Skinny legs in jeans and wispy hair.
Waiting for my children to call,
And wondering what sleep will bring.
Who’s left that remembers anything?
Who’s left that remembers anything?

CHORUS
Praise the gift this day offers.
Praise this world of loss and wonder.
Praise the hand of death on my shoulder.
Praise the holy round.

III
I close my eyes and see you there,
Angel skin, mother bones, sitting in a chair.
Waiting for your children to call.
Wondering what sleep will bring
How I’d love to hear my two girls sing,
At heaven’s gate or on one more morning,

CHORUS

2. Love Takes No Prisoners

I
Maybe I was born like my mama said
To wander like a lone wolf.
But it sure gets cold under the moon
With only one mug on the shelf.
Maybe it’s just my fate.
Maybe it’s just too late.
Then Dory whispered, “come on cowboy, open up that gate.

CHORUS
You must open your heart in hell
If ever you want to ride with me.
This heart of mine rings that faithful bell.
This love takes no prisoners, releases repeat offenders, refuses all pretenders.

II
Dory Jean McKay lives in town,
Loves to ride the mustang mare.
The hands and I’d given up on that horse,
Wouldn’t saddle her on a dare.
Then Dory comes along,
Turns soft into something strong.
And she whispered, “come on cowboy, will’ya sing this song?”

CHORUS

BRIDGE
She slides her fingers through the mustangs’ mane,
Slips on the halter, gentles the reins,
Climbs on up, while the mustang remains
As still and wild as these foothills and plains...

CHORUS

3. Fell For You

You praise the hymn of the cricket choir,
Sparrows feed from your hearts’ desire.
You turn to me, tears in your eyes,
E
ach one willing to testify
That for the sake of love
You fell to earth.
Oh...and I fell for you.

You thread your fingers through my fist,
Opening my hand to mercy I’ve missed.
You turn to me, knowing in your eyes,
I am your Other, and you recognize
That for the sake of love
I fell to earth.
Oh…and you fell for me.

You keep your silence when the Holy’s near,
And bow your head when Good Fortune’s here.
You turn to me, flames in your eyes,
Each one burning to realize
That for the sake of love
We fell to earth.
Oh…and I fell for you, you fell for me,
I fell for you, you fell for me.

4. Quands les Etoilles Tombent

I
Regardez seulement ses pieds.
Quand les etoilles tombent,
elles tombent
sous ses pieds, juste sous ses pieds.

II
Regardez seulement ses yeux.
Quands les etoilles tombent,
elles tombent
derriere ses yeux, juste derriere ses yeux.

III
Regardez seulement son coeur.
Quands les etiolles tombent,
elles tombent
sous son coeur, juste sous son coeur.

I
(Just look at her feet.
When the stars fall,
They fall beneath her feet,
Right beneath her feet.)

II
(Just look at her eyes.
When the stars fall,
They fall behind her eyes,
Right behind her eyes.)

III
(Just look at her heart.
When the stars fall,
They fall beneath her heart,
Right beneath her heart.)

5. Namesake

I
I lift my lonely guitar from the case,
Yes, I know I’ve left her for so long.
Woke today so hungry for the taste
Of melody upon my tongue.
Don’t cast your silence from the grave.
It’s not what melody is for,
A target for the music you never gave.
I’ve been singin’ what you left unsung.

II
Your son, my father, I never knew.
22 years under one roof.
No bedtime stories of him and you,
I’m only your namesake, some kind of proof.
Don’t cast your shadow from the grave,
It’s not what namesakes are for,
A target for the light you never gave.
I’ve been livin’ in your shadow for so long.

Bridge
I’ve been singin’ what you left unsung.
I’ve been livin’ in your shadow for so long.

Woke today so hungry for the taste
Of melody upon my tongue.

6. Turn Away

I
Whippoorwill (threatened),
Leatherback Turtle (endangered),
Woodland Caribou (endang./threat./special concern),
Blue Walleye (extinct),
Whippoorwill

Chorus
Oh Oh Oh
I turn my haunted eyes from these
Casual extinctions.
Blood on the seas, the wind, the stone, upon the sun,
This blood spilled from our celebrations.
Turn away.

II
Eastern Wolf (special concern),
Massassauga Rattler (threatened),
Great Plains Toad (special concern),
Blue Whale (endangered),
Eastern Wolf.

Chorus

Bridge
I turn my eyes away.

Outro
Oh Oh Oh

7. Goodnight My Darlings

I
“Well, I said to myself, ‘Daisy, you are ninety-eight,
So what can I expect? That's old, very, very old.’
I'll mark it on my calendar when you'll be away.”

Chorus
“Goodnight my darlings, goodnight.
Your phone calls help to bring you near.
There's no room up there for me yet.
September's a long way, a long way, a long way from here,
A long way from here.”

II
“Cliff went off to see his son, he never returned.
And Betty lost her appetite, can't keep anything inside.
Someone on another floor just died.”

Chorus

Bridge
Forever knows forever, and forever always knows
The shape of this empty space, where forever wants to go.

Chorus

8. Another Way Home

I
Four AM wakening.
Savage pillow.
My dreams are breaking,
No more to borrow,
And none in the making.

Chorus
This is the way, this is the way it’s been.
This is the day, this is the day to begin.
Another ‘nother, another ‘nother way home,
Another way home.

II
I pour the wine,
And I toast our life,
Refusing to offer mine.
My lonely wife,
You watch, and wait, for a sign.

Chorus

Outro
Another way, another way home.

9. Cardinal

You’re the blessing of defeat,
And the 7th game when my team wins.
You’re the sensation of goodness,
And the most holy of sins.

You’re a guardian angel for many,
And a nightmare for a few.
You’re the feminine on the cross,
And the resurrection, too.

You’re the sister to my brother,
And a sister to my sisters.
You were a daughter to my mother,
And the grief inside losing her.

CHORUS
You’re the cardinal in our garden,
You’re home on this earth for me.

You’re a lightning flash in the distance,
And the thunder rolling in after.
You’re the loonsong of sorrow,
And swallows diving round the rafters.

You’re the water snake shedding skin,
And the crow cawing in the pine.
You’re the white skin of birches,
And the arc of beauty’s line.

You’re the rose with thorns aplenty,
And the Red Bud in full bloom.
You’re the turn onto Macdonell
And the light in our living room.