jpaulgorman

all the walking that we do all the searching for the gold been awake all night my love i think i'm getting close the way out is leap of faith like a city street midnight run the lungs fill up with motor fumes and the robbers have the guns private undertakers they know the world will turn to ash sold the line about a huge success gonna go out in a higher class their blood is blue, they have no clue, the rulers have aligned making rules to fleece the fools, don't think i'm inclined already got their hearts already got their minds no no no, can't let you have their souls they've been claimed by the King and soon they'll be going home. from the towns in the backwood waters near the alligator swamps men and women with stories to tell about greasing the right palms checked into a hotel room saw the lights of boston's night all i could do was shine my shoes and i went out for a bite...

     The racquet was a load. Like the hammer of Thor, it was too heavy for mortal man. The 7th mahut of this isner match, as with every isner match, was played vintage. My Jack Kramer was letting me down. Or I was letting it down. Keck, with his French made Sportif model, had won 7 straight games to make it 8-2, which made it 69-31 overall, which put him one game away from winning his 7th straight inser match. I stood on the baseline to begin the next game with, hopefully, a big first serve. I was weary. My legs had failed me this day. Coming directly from work to play our weekly mahut prevented me from stopping by the house to grab a handful of nutrition and, perhaps, an extended kiss from my lovely wife, glorious hugs from my wonderful girls, or a wag from brando, the family deck dog--best dog I ever had. No, I had rushed over from work, changed in the parking lot while wondering about Allen city laws against changing in parking lots, drank a few sips of water...

wonder if the six blade knife was swiss army stepping out for coffee beans wild west end where duck was eaten got a day time job, doing alright nirvana don't have a gun no they don't have a gun no they don't have a gun grunge was great, but only for two years then it died inevitable finally, he found a gun song about numchuks swingin' wide and loudly throws a chinese star blades sharpened wizzed by my head cash just watched him die dreaming about cigars blondes all around lotion smells and sweat all the rapper gun raps sideways shooters those bullets really kill.

e7 ever wanna shake it out a7 ever wanna get it out e7                                            d7 thought you and me could work it out e7                  a7 right here at home. think it might be our destiny always be you and me write down all my philosophies try to stay unknown. d7                           a7 ohhh, found her in a rush  ohhh, told her bout my crush ohhh, my mind's in a knot  e7         d7           ...

them germans, them germans can surely make some beer sat around the fire all night wanting to shed a tear the little girl in cell block 10 was screaming for her life told me in the schützen tent don't look them in the eye them germans, them germans can surely make some beer sat around the fire all night wanting to shed a tear i know, i know deep down in my soul the devil is commanding and he must be overthrown them germans, them germans can surely make some beer sat around the fire all night wanting to shed a tear

the circus barker called up the midgets they ran around that big tent the whole time playing tricks on the poor big cats camel rides for 10 bucks a head. two for one on sundays. that benitez family got some good flyers what a life they live trailers and extended applause lost a brother, son, and really good tosser last month cancelled the saturday night show in amarillo buried him in the graveyard on the north side of town dedicated the sunday show to his memory broke it all down on monday and drove to dumas for the next show on wednesday night, 3 of the midgets got thrown in jail for disorderly conduct a drunk cowboy made one too many jokes detectives found his eyeball the next morning, floating in a fish tank

parking lot queen never needed anything from a man 'til the money dried up borrowed shoes sold out of hot glue keeping the lines away curls and combs overheated females

almost drowned down there, on the galveston coast, had to go deeper and deeper to make sure a big one was rode. passed on a few, got oily saltwater in my mouth, sunglasses aflutter. purchased a boogieboard that morning, a day after constructing massive and precise castles and underestimating the sun's capability to turn me bright pink. wore a longsleeve shirt and tight hat from then on. spent the morning getting the hang of it and instructing my daughters as they caught wave after wave. then went out deeper to find a wave of my own. my youngest daughter stuck with me for awhile, but halted with great concern as she saw me heading for the big breakers. wanted to ride one all the way in. had two concealed modelos iced down on the beach. a huge umbrella covered our possessions. finally got out to where the big waves broke, having to jump as the waves passed to prevent a face shot. learned this the hard way. then it came. saw it from way back. had a rythym so my confidence wa...

wash behind your ears son. and pluck out the hairs. grooming is a selfless act. andy rooney was a menace. lights went out. when the wind picked up. cuban beans and corn chips. sweating dancers. tired and sleepy women. very loud in the early hours.

em                            g                 just drove up from kerrville em                               c been sunning in the guadalupe river g            c                d          c saw the brightest sky ever last night g        d            em           c venus shining like a spotlight c  ...

into the costa rican waters we waded on the hunt for natives and bounty floated on a battered ship for months for the chance at riches and fame set your braids just right darlings make sure your hat is pulled down tight trapped in a net of jungle vines and leaves a two-eyed one nosed spiked haired man looking down on me a spear blade sticking in my side jibberish is spoken to a few others that arrived eat a bite of something in the morning just to get you going girls a few kicks later i finally screamed out thought maybe if i acted like a crazed man they would scatter they talked some more and eventually began giddy laughing released me from the net and hooked me to a large limb keep your friendships in perspective you're in school to learn honeys two natives picked up either side of the limb carried me through the jungle with no concern for my groans approched what looked like a small village or a tidy campsite set me above the fire and that's when i...

on the other side of time, there is no wisdom on the other side of time, there is no gray on the other side of time, there is no coffin on the other side of time, there is no coughing on the other side of night, i saw a sun beam on the other side of night, i saw a colored house on the other side of night, i saw a windmill on the other side of night, i saw a bad deal on the other side of life, we'll be floating around on the other side of life, we'll be restful souls on the other side of life, we'll be satisfied on the other side of life, we'll be sanitized on the other side of love, i feel a razor blade on the other side of love, i feel a sunken heart on the other side of love, i feel a desperate touch on the other side of love, i feel a merciful touch

built up a bubble of sorts control the swaying of the thin layer of soapy film it never breaks come close a few times inside the bubble there are only two people remember, of course, my wife and i are one the other is Him He's always around, in my head, in my dreams left there, in my bubble, by God I wanted to escape a time or three always held back, every time instincts sharpened by His voice looking backwards from the bubble the distance and fleeting is understood avoiding disaster and dodging bullets this faith life is hard.

early am air seasoned just slightly with coming heat two dogs chasing flies around, cornered one and got it photographers and the clueless in rapid discussion about new orleans guitar players with horn sections modern day rum runner on the fayetteville to austin line cigarette hounds step up to the grill and make selections