Andy Shauf - My Dear Helen Lyrics
My dear Helen it's been a while since we've talked
Charlie and I haven't been up to a whole lot
He's slowing down a little and my knee's acting up
Yeah we're quite a pair of geezers moving slower than molasses
You'd be laughing if you saw us, you always loved to tease
I dug up an old bottle of your raspberry wine
So I'm slouched out on the porch swing just taking my time
My mind keeps turning out these pictures of you
You were dancing in the kitchen and I was enjoying my view
Oh Charlie was squirming just two steps behind you
My dear Helen do you remember when you said
That you'd be waiting at the gates so you could sneak me in?
Well it sure was funny but it still caught in my throat
And when I think about it now, it still makes me choke
Helen my dear, I do have something to tell
I don't know how to start so I guess I just will
See, these nights have been hot, it's that muggy sort of air
Doesn't let me get to sleep so I usually just lie there
On top of my quilt with Charlie by my feet
Last night as I laid there frustrated and tired
I was sat up in my bed by the hens starting wild
I thought 'That fox is back again, he's gonna rob me blind
I don't know how he gets in but I'd better make him fly'
So I took my leaning rifle out the door
I fired off a shot aiming far into the heat
And as soon as it was flying I felt weak in my knees
I heard shoes turning gravel and then tires spitting rocks
I heard a gasp for air and my stomach tied in knots
Charlie started whining with his tail between his legs
We wandered out slow but my heart was breaking ribs
I couldn't hear nothing and there was a girl lying twisted
My hands were trembling and I felt that she was limp
Her pulse wasn't tapping so I felt sick to my stomach
Charlie was frozen, so I went for a shovel
And I buried her body, I didn't know what else to do
If I'd only aimed a little higher if I'd only thought before I fired
I hope God can forgive me, I hope for you to forgive me too
I'm just a tired old man just waiting to join you
So here I am slouched on this old porch swing
Thinking about heaven, thinking about everything
So be waiting by those gates, you might need to sneak me in
I don't know how they feel about us accidental killers
I don't know how they feel about us tired old men
I don't know how they feel about us tired old murdering men
I don't know how they feel about us tired old murdering men
Other Lyrics by Artist
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- Andy Shauf - Early To The Party
- Andy Shauf - The Magician
- Andy Shauf - Tap My Toes
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- Andy Shauf - Jerry Was A Clerk
- Andy Shauf - Lick Your Wounds
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- Andy Shauf - Covered In Dust
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Andy Shauf My Dear Helen Comments
That guitar sounds really good
my dear Helen it's been a while since we've talked.
Charlie and I haven't been up to a whole lot.
he's slowing down a little and my knee's acting up,
yeah we're quite a pair of geezers moving slower than molasses.
you'd be laughing if you saw us, you always loved to tease.
I dug up an old bottle of your raspberry wine,
so I'm slouched out on the porch-swing just taking my time.
my mind keeps turning out these pictures of you,
you were dancing in the kitchen and I was enjoying my view.
oh Charlie was squirming just two steps behind you.
my dear Helen do you remember when you said
that you'd be waiting at the gates so you could sneak me in?
well it sure was funny but it still caught in my throat,
and when I think about it now, it still makes me choke.
and I wonder if those gates would ever open up for me.
Helen my dear, I do have something to tell.
I don't know how to start so I guess I just will.
see, these nights have been hot, it's that muggy sort of air.
doesn't let me get to sleep so I usually just lie there
on top of my quilt with Charlie by my feet.
last night as I laid there frustrated and tired,
I was sat up in my bed by the hens starting wild.
I thought, 'that fox is back again, he's gonna rob me blind.
I don't know how he gets in but I'd better make him fly'.
so I took my leaning rifle out the door.
I fired off a shot aiming far into the heat.
and as soon as it was flying I felt weak in my knees.
I heard shoes turning gravel and then tires spitting rocks.
I heard a gasp for air and my stomach tied in knots.
Charlie started whining with his tail between his legs.
we wandered out slow but my heart was breakin' ribs.
I couldn't hear nothing and there was a girl lying twisted,
my hands were trembling and I felt that she was limp.
her pulse wasn't tapping so I felt sick to my stomach.
Charlie was frozen, so I went for a shovel
and I buried her body, I didn't know what else to do.
if I'd only aimed a little higher if I'd only thought before I fired.
I hope God can forgive me, I hope you forgive me too,
I'm just a tired old man just waiting to join you.
so here I am slouched on this old porch swing,
thinking about heaven, thinking about everything.
so be waiting by those gates, you might need to sneak me in,
I don't know how they feel about us accidental killers.
I don't know how they feel about us tired old men.
I don't know how they feel about us tired, old, murdering men.
I don't know how they feel about us tired, old, murdering men.
3:48 bourid heur bordie
my dear Helen it's been a while since we've talked.
Charlie and I haven't been up to a whole lot.
he's slowing down a little and my knee's acting up,
yeah we're quite a pair of geezers moving slower than molasses.
you'd be laughing if you saw us, you always loved to tease.
I dug up an old bottle of your raspberry wine,
so I'm slouched out on the porch-swing just taking my time.
my mind keeps turning out these pictures of you,
you were dancing in the kitchen and I was enjoying my view.
oh Charlie was squirming just two steps behind you.
my dear Helen do you remember when you said
that you'd be waiting at the gates so you could sneak me in?
well it sure was funny but it still caught in my throat,
and when I think about it now, it still makes me choke.
and I wonder if those gates would ever open up for me.
Helen my dear, I do have something to tell.
I don't know how to start so I guess I just will.
see, these nights have been hot, it's that muggy sort of air.
doesn't let me get to sleep so I usually just lie there
on top of my quilt with Charlie by my feet.
last night as I laid there frustrated and tired,
I was sat up in my bed by the hens starting wild.
I thought, 'that fox is back again, he's gonna rob me blind.
I don't know how he gets in but I'd better make him fly'.
so I took my leaning rifle out the door.
I fired off a shot aiming far into the heat.
and as soon as it was flying I felt weak in my knees.
I heard shoes turning gravel and then tires spitting rocks.
I heard a gasp for air and my stomach tied in knots.
Charlie started whining with his tail between his legs.
we wandered out slow but my heart was breakin' ribs.
I couldn't hear nothing and there was a girl lying twisted,
my hands were trembling and I felt that she was limp.
her pulse wasn't tapping so I felt sick to my stomach.
Charlie was frozen, so I went for a shovel
and I buried her body, I didn't know what else to do.
if I'd only aimed a little higher if I'd only thought before I fired.
I hope God can forgive me, I hope you forgive me too,
I'm just a tired old man just waiting to join you.
so here I am slouched on this old porch swing,
thinking about heaven, thinking about everything.
so be waiting by those gates, you might need to sneak me in,
I don't know how they feel about us accidental killers.
I don't know how they feel about us tired old men.
I don't know how they feel about us tired, old, murdering men.
I don't know how they feel about us tired, old, murdering men.
Andy walking anonymously down a busy street while playing music perfectly exemplifies his style. This guy throws himself into the world and quietly listens as life goes on around him. No wallflower has ever bloomed so bright.
I want to click on his next video, but I don't know if I can take it emotionally. What a writer :")
This is beautiful
It's nice to switch off the world and listen to this
Cars are ruining the beautiful audio
This song got to me but my manly pride wont let me cry.
I can imagine this song perfectly..
I just can't help but get intense shivers during that song, it feels so real and I tear up.
How often do you see someone giving a concert on their way to Mickey D's?
fuck the background noise on this
Who's Charlie ?
the narrator's dog
This one makes me cry nearly every time.
Dan Wahlen ugh me too
I don't think I've ever heard something so emotionally unrelenting
bgBlitz couldn't have said it better
they actually make you feel like you are walking with them and listening live
So glad this song was recorded on video. I would still love to see a combo of "Jerry Was a Clerk" followed by "My Dear Helen".... I listened to The Bearer of Bad News in order, so when I got to "My Dear Helen", I was properly wowed. It filled in all the gaps from "Jerry Was a Clerk" so painfully.... I love Andy Shauf. Definitely my favorite artist right now. He's so talented, and I especially love his reserved disposition. I'm majoring in music, and sometimes I feel a little out of the group, because I don't have the same outgoing persona that most people in my major have. I love the way Andy presents his music; it's comfortingly meek. :)
Even his latest album, "The Party" has these interconnected stories embodying the same personas. So much fun to watch them unravel and connect
Do you have the order you played The Bearer of Bad News in?
Yes! I thought it was strange that no one mentioned the connected stories in Jerry Was A Clerk and My Dear Helen. It's a masterpiece in storytelling, imo.
Well said
Great comment, though I’ve graduated I still relate heavily
Wow... heart-rending.
this is everything
♥♥♥♥♥♥♥
I absolutely love this
Yay! So glad this channel recorded some Andy Shauf performances. He's one of my favorites.<3
This should have a million views! Brilliant, beautifully performed and really touching writing. True story telling in a song, so freakin good man. You're crazy talented Andy!! Thanks!!
Blank blang star shine
simply and authentically stunning (: thanks for sharing this one
this really got to me..
Superbe
Basic bucolic and beautiful.