jpaulgorman

we're all gonna feel the power we're all gonna break from the crowd we're all gonna see the glory just a little bit down the line we're all letting go of our anger just a little bit down the line we're all gonna live forever but we're all gonna feel the pain we're all gonna be together just a little bit down the line talk to red heart angels just a little bit down the line talk with familiar strangers just a little bit down the line just a little bit down the line just a little bit down the line just a little bit down the line G CG GD CG capo1

            Getting old, passing through life, learning lessons, inspiring. However we describe it, it is undeniable that physically we are diminished by the years. Some have more fight than others and spend their ever shorter life battling the aches, pains, and wreckage of their bodies. But what of the mind? The same destruction comes to our minds, and our souls, and the battle needs to be joined in those areas too. Describing how we attack aging or declaring how we are going to fight all the way to the end seems misguided in a way. Surely, we are meant for, and have been promised, everlasting life. The fight can come from that instinct and taken to its fleshly absurdity.      L. Dean Fitzgerald is an old man in the present tense of the story. However, he has an easy peace about the inevitable decline. Acknowledgement is ever present, but it does not seem to become a central complaint or reason for empath...

see what you find in the back pages of your life when daylight comes and you thank Him for the light He might want you to write He may want you to fight He may want you to close your eyes and thank Him, and ask Him, one more time. speak to me, i beg you, i want to know wanna know, wanna know, wanna know, oh Lord i want to know I'll do what i am told unload my cargo end up in San Antonio fallen cold, no hero, a complete fiasco too late to be up at night, it's a bit past eleven should hang it up tonight, as tired as i been really thought we'd win they had the better men i shouldn't try and pretend they wouldn't bend, up by ten, couldn't defend G CCCG CG CG C DD7G  

never heard of no wine cost 35 bucks daily shipment comes in from the big trucks man you funny is what she said to me blessed her when she shook out an early spring sneeze i don't blame you for taking it back she kept on talking as we walked past the snacks no wine is worth that much cash get you some mad dog if you want to get smashed get you some mad dog get you some mad dog get you some mad dog if you want to get smashed GEmGD

up before 6, my body's aching ignoring all the pain i've been taking we can all see the wages of time we can all see the wages of time top of the day and i'm needing something get a quick bite and keep on humming mindless motions keep me here mindless emotions keep me here afternoon wind gets everything dirty don't drink like i did in my thirties no need to stop on the way home no need to stop on the way home harvest covers a peaceful table sharing stories, reading poems, thinking about fables i wonder if i'm breaking down i wonder if i'm breaking down we can all see the wages of time we can all see the wages of time CG FC GC GFC *co-written with kent deville

james coburn seems the real pat garrett riding around the streets of low down lincoln in the rain with the women he had a heavy hand got shaved and bathed by servant girls coburn gonna make 'em sigh coburn gonna make a show coburn gonna make 'em run for cover billy's got to go never took his thoughts off billy the kid he was scared, and brave, and confident, and ashamed smirked at him with his cutting eyes before he drew his gun and shot the man of fame coburn gonna make 'em sigh coburn gonna make a show coburn gonna make 'em run for cover billy's got to go coburn gonna make 'em sigh coburn gonna make a show coburn gonna make 'em run for cover billy's got to go billy's got to go billy's got to go E AE B7A B7A B7 EAE

Leaving the church Friday night after Good Friday service, where our pastor thankfully reminded us of the goodness, even greatness, of the day, I was feeling like a scoundrel.  We left Him there and ran.   We lied and doubted.  We are weak souls.  Shallow souls.  This is the ever-nagging pull of the cross.  Our awe at the Man who did take it.  He had the same soul and understands our weakness.  As does the Creator, who created it all.  The fact that this Man was also God, as proven by the Resurrection and the Holy Spirit, gives you an appreciation for our God's courage, imagination, and perfectness.  But, still, I was low and unworthy on Friday night.  The $40 burger dinner afterwards at Fuddruckers didn't really help matters.  Buns were a bit too sloppy and the tomotoes were suspect.  Cranky, I was.  A cheerleader routine later that evening had me smirking and by the time my wi...