I Can Hear Flowers Bloom

I Can Hear Flowers Bloom [Photo]

Inspiration lives in unlikely places. In the 1970s, visionary surf-shop owners in Southern California established a competitive skateboard team, made up of teens from broken homes. To hone their skills, these “troublemakers” rolled straight into backyard swimming pools—emptied due to extreme drought. Skateboarding, as we know it, was born. About 10 years ago, I sat down to watch the documentary Dogtown and Z-Boys. Well, the idea for this song bloomed.

Photo by Craig Konyu

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CREDITS:

Words & music by Craig Konyu
Recorded & produced by Peter Buck & Craig Konyu
Released June 1, 2015

The vocals: Craig Konyu
The acoustic: Craig Konyu
The electric: Peter Buck
The bass: Peter Buck
The drums: Johann Burkhardt

LYRICS:

I’d like to change the day for you.
I wanna make believe that we find something better.
Feel live. Swan dive. Empty pool.
Don’t take chances. Place your bet here.

Board the aircraft.
Let the outside in.
Doing anything
Is better than my nothing.
Pretty please, make my heart croon.
I can hear the flowers bloom.

I’d like to save the day for you.
I will hypothesize that we find something better.
Stay long. Swan song. Brighter blue.
Up the ante. Place your bet here.

Leave the aircraft.
Let the inside out.
Do it first and, second,
See if it’s allowed.
Pretty please, make my heart croon.
I can hear the flowers bloom.

Abandon aircraft.
Walk in fresh air home.
Do the math,
But spell the answers that are born.
Pretty please, make my heart croon.
I can hear the flowers bloom.

I’d like to make the day for you.
I wanna guarantee that we find something better.

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I Don’t Wonder

I Don't Wonder [1st Listen]

This song is about giving up—on a job, on a relationship, on yourself. After the thrill, passion or “wonder” is gone. No more asking “Will this work?” Rather, “Who cares if it will?” It may have been the first song I wrote, start to finish (way back in the mid-90s). But, ironically, I’ve never given up on it. It’s landed in nearly every live set, and it’s been reconfigured more than a few times. This is merely the latest. Please, give it a few listens, before you write it off for good. CK

Photo by Craig Konyu

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CREDITS:

Words & music by Craig Konyu
Recorded & produced by Peter Buck & Craig Konyu
Released July 1, 2014

The vocals: Craig Konyu
The acoustic: Craig Konyu
The electric (6 & 12): Peter Buck
The bass: Peter Buck
The drums: Johann Burkhardt
The tambourine: Craig Konyu
The hand claps: Craig Konyu

LYRICS:

I knew a girl.
I knew somebody else.
She kept her parking place.
And her 44.

I’ve written words.
Tried to describe myself.
She kept her smiling face.
But, she wanted more.

I don’t wonder. I don’t think anymore.
I don’t wonder. I don’t think anymore.

Doo, doo, doo, doo.
Doo, doo, doo, doo, doo, doo.

I don’t wonder. I don’t think anymore.
I don’t wander. I don’t think anymore.

I knew a girl.
I knew somebody else.
She kept her parking place.
And her 44.

I’ve screamed my words.
Tried to decry myself.
She kept her smiling face.
But, she wanted more.

I don’t wonder. I don’t think anymore.
I don’t want her. I don’t think anymore.

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In The Mood For A Revolution

Yukon Cigar [Humidor - In The Mood For A Revolution]Repetition. Indecision. Need for change. These are prominent themes in this one, written way back in 1999. To prove a point? The lyrics have teetered between “in the mood for a revolution” and “…for a new confusion” ever since. (“Revolution” won. For now.) Peter’s catchy, circular guitar adds the perfect complement: it keeps rushing forward in a flurry, always arriving right back where it started. CK

Photo by Adrienne Guthrie

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CREDITS:

Words & music by Craig Konyu
Recorded & produced by Peter Buck
Released February 1, 2014

The vocals: Craig Konyu
The acoustic: Craig Konyu
The electric: Peter Buck
The keys: Peter Buck
The shaker: Peter Buck
The tambourine: Craig Konyu, Peter Buck
The handclaps: Craig Konyu, Peter Buck

LYRICS:

Pretty pigeon on a fence post.
Waiting for the sun to rise.
Chain-linked offers—why the bother?
Crack before they reach the sky.

Get up. Get up. Get up—and get the self moving.
Oh, yeah, I’m in the mood for a revolution.

Ball of beeswax stinging plenty.
Mob rules fast unravelling.
Loneliness—that dead-end guess?
Is growing old in honey dreams.

Get up. Get up. Get up—and get the self moving.
Oh, yeah, I’m in the mood for a revolution.

Turn around.
The wind is whispering my name.
It’s all the buzz.
It’s all the same.

Gardens grow eyes, ears and hearts.
Kill the noise and live to find.
The papers scorn—while bodies warm?
The sun does hurt if it does shine.

Get up. Get up. Get up—and get the self moving.
Oh, yeah, I’m in the mood for a revolution.

Get up. Get up. Get up—and get the self moving.
Oh, yeah, I’m in the mood for a revolution.

Get up. Get up. Get up. Get up. Get up. Get up. Get up. Get up.
Get up. Get up. Get up. Get up. Get up. Get up. Get up.

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