we walk this earth carefully,
concerned for ourselves.
we take measured steps,
and expect payment.
we don't notice the others hurting,
only the pain of our own scars.
we satisfy our dessert desires,
while children go hungry.
we travel the globe,
cameras at the ready. proof that we've been near a place that is known. a drink of pride to the accomplishment. water, spoiled by scotch. seeking the curve of the horizon with an unlevel mind, the smallcase t our only escape. our only alibi.
cg
fc
gf
cg
3/18/12
LaVillita Art
Humidity and beads of sweat
60 types of green
LaVillita art
Mexican dresses and walking sticks
On the rock paths
Last night's margarita spills
The English sit on patios
Commenting on the beauty
Empty buildings with flags on top
Boats of wonderers
Bridges and carvings
Named for dead heroes.
60 types of green
LaVillita art
Mexican dresses and walking sticks
On the rock paths
Last night's margarita spills
The English sit on patios
Commenting on the beauty
Empty buildings with flags on top
Boats of wonderers
Bridges and carvings
Named for dead heroes.
3/14/12
Mortally Unattainable
a writer can only write well once insecurity is banished. in matters of creative art, one's own opinions and tastes and boundries should be exclusively considered. leave the audience to the performance artists, whose pure craft is just as defined and all that matters is other's opinions and tastes and boundries. all writers fall somewhere in between, desiring connection and expression. purity of either is mortally unattainable....'can a war zone hate in the autumn?' is a tremendous sentence.
3/10/12
Blacklisted
blacklisted.
supernova wanna bees.
glowing eyes.
follow the leader.
keep the truth.
to yourself.
hand out the jacks.
one at a time.
those damn jacks.
blame the bureaucrats.
and the bureaucracy.
sing to the true lovers.
clan of wildcats.
separately hunting.
darwin was partially right.
except for the monkeys.
talking souls here.
talking souls filled up with life.
talking souls that never die.
they all have blood.
not everyone has a soul.
sidetracked.
by a blind runner.
boots up to her knees.
world order is lost.
this hollow life.
checked into the riverwalk spa.
with sore feet.
and a clouded mind.
felt relief in an instant.
finally sane.
a host of cooks and butlers.
table full of fable talk.
wildcats wait.
perhaps a playful paw.
glorious faces.
behind shower doors
not yet comfortable.
not yet adjusted.
unlikely to ever be.
foreigner to most.
follower of none.
3/7/12
Woman Farmer
the scandalous
and a two-timer
floated down the brazos.
a woman farmer
hoeing the fields
for the late harvest.
hands of work
she carried it all
too busy to die.
his weak mind
distracted by beauty
and glances.
this tempting world
all the pleasures
all the pain.
and a two-timer
floated down the brazos.
a woman farmer
hoeing the fields
for the late harvest.
hands of work
she carried it all
too busy to die.
his weak mind
distracted by beauty
and glances.
this tempting world
all the pleasures
all the pain.
3/4/12
Texico (Draft): Maggie Graham
"You're telling me you cannot say yes to the proposal?" Maggie Graham was moving closer to the Brazilian President, "What are your alternatives?"
"Magggeeie", he wanted to keep her affection while reasoning, "Texico is too new, too different, too audacious. These things take time to mature."
"What things?” she asked while taking his hand. The Texican Secretary of State was an articulate and educated woman of 35. Her face was flawless and her beauty moved in an upright posture, shoulders back.
"Relationships. Only a decade ago it was Mexicans and Americans. Then the Texans got fed up and wanted to do it their way. Nothing wrong with that, but we have concerns about the Texan influence in Texico. Brazilians know Mexicans, but are leery of people like L. Dean and Barnes."
"Oh, Henrique. You know me. Are you leery of me?" She was close enough to whisper and the President could smell the aromas of lotions, perfumes, and human scents. They had spent the evening dining together at the Palacia da Alvorada, the official residence of the President. Henrique Diego Almeida was a hero in his homeland but famously prone to a wandering eye. The silk white, Irish blooded, green eyed face of Maggie Graham was inches from his lips. Her eyes closed and she kissed him for an extended period. She moved closer to him and her hair fell down. He knew resisting was hopeless and he knew the deal with the Texicans for petroleum rights and refinery development would be announced the next day. The Western Hemisphere Oil Alliance (WHOA) with Canada, Texico, and Brazil would bring Texico gas prices to 1970's levels for it's citizens and ensure the heating and transportation industries would continue to thrive from Rio de Janeiro to New Foundland for all three nations. The Americans continued to rely on the English and Saudi's for oil, the mighty Gulf of Mexico no longer their own. By 2030, the entire American oil industry went bankrupt due to government regulations and controls and gas was $20 a gallon. The bones of Andrew Jackson, the fiercly independent president of the people and who the American twenty dollar bill is named for, was likely shifting dirt around. The bones of Sam Houston, his protege and fellow Tennesseean, were getting the last laugh.
The wind powered most of the Texico's domestic needs. Critics argued that wind could not produce on-demand power. When a Texico A&M scientist, Dr. Dale DeVille, discovered a method to store up electricity, Texico city's were assured of illumination and evening celebrations. In addition, because the government no longer provided lighting of any kind to cities, towns, or estados, power was only used when needed. Corporations were looking for profits and lighting up a high-rise building so you can see it from afar, wasn't worth the expense. St. Patrick's Day or not. Nighttime skylines were obsolete in Texico. Only the street levels were lit. Neon and bright.
"Did you get to sleep last night, Henrique?” a stretching Maggie asked when she woke with the sun rise. Her hands were behind her head, elbows bent out. He turned from the window where he was standing and smiled wearily at her.
"Like a king." he said.
"Magggeeie", he wanted to keep her affection while reasoning, "Texico is too new, too different, too audacious. These things take time to mature."
"What things?” she asked while taking his hand. The Texican Secretary of State was an articulate and educated woman of 35. Her face was flawless and her beauty moved in an upright posture, shoulders back.
"Relationships. Only a decade ago it was Mexicans and Americans. Then the Texans got fed up and wanted to do it their way. Nothing wrong with that, but we have concerns about the Texan influence in Texico. Brazilians know Mexicans, but are leery of people like L. Dean and Barnes."
"Oh, Henrique. You know me. Are you leery of me?" She was close enough to whisper and the President could smell the aromas of lotions, perfumes, and human scents. They had spent the evening dining together at the Palacia da Alvorada, the official residence of the President. Henrique Diego Almeida was a hero in his homeland but famously prone to a wandering eye. The silk white, Irish blooded, green eyed face of Maggie Graham was inches from his lips. Her eyes closed and she kissed him for an extended period. She moved closer to him and her hair fell down. He knew resisting was hopeless and he knew the deal with the Texicans for petroleum rights and refinery development would be announced the next day. The Western Hemisphere Oil Alliance (WHOA) with Canada, Texico, and Brazil would bring Texico gas prices to 1970's levels for it's citizens and ensure the heating and transportation industries would continue to thrive from Rio de Janeiro to New Foundland for all three nations. The Americans continued to rely on the English and Saudi's for oil, the mighty Gulf of Mexico no longer their own. By 2030, the entire American oil industry went bankrupt due to government regulations and controls and gas was $20 a gallon. The bones of Andrew Jackson, the fiercly independent president of the people and who the American twenty dollar bill is named for, was likely shifting dirt around. The bones of Sam Houston, his protege and fellow Tennesseean, were getting the last laugh.
The wind powered most of the Texico's domestic needs. Critics argued that wind could not produce on-demand power. When a Texico A&M scientist, Dr. Dale DeVille, discovered a method to store up electricity, Texico city's were assured of illumination and evening celebrations. In addition, because the government no longer provided lighting of any kind to cities, towns, or estados, power was only used when needed. Corporations were looking for profits and lighting up a high-rise building so you can see it from afar, wasn't worth the expense. St. Patrick's Day or not. Nighttime skylines were obsolete in Texico. Only the street levels were lit. Neon and bright.
"Did you get to sleep last night, Henrique?” a stretching Maggie asked when she woke with the sun rise. Her hands were behind her head, elbows bent out. He turned from the window where he was standing and smiled wearily at her.
"Like a king." he said.
Soul Man's Blues
early wind and budding trees
mind ran off into the alley
thought i saw a morning dove
seems like the devil's been keeping tally.
embark on your lonely path
i wish i could go with you too
words unspoken worthless now
you always knew i loved you.
he was a soul man, the best man i knew
i can remember his words, the soul man's blues.
he was a soul man, all the crowds that he drew
he would just sing out loud, the soul man's blues.
(aharp)hheeeewaaaaassssaaaassoooouuuullmaaaaann. honk. honk.
got wet bones you know what i mean
cold rain all day long, never saw the light
ladies ran off to the shops and boutiques
left me alone until the middle of the night.
e7a7
e7d7
a7e7
d7a7
a7e7
d7e7d7a7
mind ran off into the alley
thought i saw a morning dove
seems like the devil's been keeping tally.
embark on your lonely path
i wish i could go with you too
words unspoken worthless now
you always knew i loved you.
he was a soul man, the best man i knew
i can remember his words, the soul man's blues.
he was a soul man, all the crowds that he drew
he would just sing out loud, the soul man's blues.
(aharp)hheeeewaaaaassssaaaassoooouuuullmaaaaann. honk. honk.
got wet bones you know what i mean
cold rain all day long, never saw the light
ladies ran off to the shops and boutiques
left me alone until the middle of the night.
e7a7
e7d7
a7e7
d7a7
a7e7
d7e7d7a7
Generals And Scouts
they're all behind enemy lines.
following generals and scouts.
stepping carefully.
so leaves don't crack.
baaa rump pa pum pum.
hear our drum.
oh, hear our drum.
oh, woe, oh, hear our drum. (hear our drum).
following generals and scouts.
stepping carefully.
so leaves don't crack.
baaa rump pa pum pum.
hear our drum.
oh, hear our drum.
oh, woe, oh, hear our drum. (hear our drum).
2/29/12
Sugar Boost
keep making the grade
work it out and refine always
perhaps a sugar boost.
play the game to win
choose to make the wise choices
decide to dominate.
continually steer the ship
navigate the rough oceans and seas
be the calm water.
remove the vanity plates
the trophies and ribbons and cash
spill out your guts.
work it out and refine always
perhaps a sugar boost.
play the game to win
choose to make the wise choices
decide to dominate.
continually steer the ship
navigate the rough oceans and seas
be the calm water.
remove the vanity plates
the trophies and ribbons and cash
spill out your guts.
2/26/12
Texico (Draft): Oklahoma Food Drop
The leaders of the succession from America movement, which eventually resulted in the establishment of the Texas nation, which eventually led to the establishment of the Texico nation, were all still involved in Texico society throughout their lifetimes. Well into his eighties, J. T. Barnes streamed live on the wedia wire. Although elecrtrical wires by that time were obsolete and the Texican landscapes are all wireless now. He died in a car wreck near Spur, Texico trying to avoid hitting a jackrabbit. Details of the incident remain undisclosed by the Barnes family. Fran Del Corona grew tomotoes and counted his money until he fell on his head trying to walk across an icy sidewalk in Ft. Worth. He was a hundred and twenty three years old. To this day, most world record opinionators consider him the longest living human ever. Although how can we really know, especially considering the Old Testament. Mr. and Mrs. Fitzgerald continued, often in vain, to change the world. When they were both ninety-eight years old, L. Dean paid a farmer a thousand dollars to take them up in an old crop duster so they could drop some food to starving americans in Ada, Oklahoma. Annabelle, by that time, had overcome her fear of flying and was fearless in the air. Unfortunately, for all involved, including the hungry folks in Ada who never got the food, the farmer proved to be an inadequate pilot and the plane went down on Granite Mountain, near Davis, Oklahoma. No one survived and the seventy-six year marriage of the Fitzgeralds finally ended on earth. The music stopped, but the melodies remain for all Texicans. The red hours followed by stars in the neon night.
2/24/12
Pair Of Hawks
roof of my mouth was bone daddy dry
saw a pair of hawks and had to have some.
other night she broke down and cried
drank brew in the morning, at night it was rum.
plantations and swamps with reptiles
went fast through the air of the heavy night.
destruction and worry on every mile
wished it wasn't me on whom she relied.
you trapper, you hound, you cat
the young are in heat and prowling around.
could never dream of a moment like that
misting skies, clean whiffs, and silent sounds.
a word whispered in an awakening ear
a turn around the tables, chairs, and beds.
exhausted and beat by the volunteers
extended glance i can't get out of my head.
that smirking bastard sits in waiting
urges and temptations were the nails in His hands.
hummed a song from a poem i was creating
we've all been saved and we've all been damned.
saw a pair of hawks and had to have some.
other night she broke down and cried
drank brew in the morning, at night it was rum.
plantations and swamps with reptiles
went fast through the air of the heavy night.
destruction and worry on every mile
wished it wasn't me on whom she relied.
you trapper, you hound, you cat
the young are in heat and prowling around.
could never dream of a moment like that
misting skies, clean whiffs, and silent sounds.
a word whispered in an awakening ear
a turn around the tables, chairs, and beds.
exhausted and beat by the volunteers
extended glance i can't get out of my head.
that smirking bastard sits in waiting
urges and temptations were the nails in His hands.
hummed a song from a poem i was creating
we've all been saved and we've all been damned.
2/20/12
Further West
further west...
one armed dove shot
dairyland cafe
first marching band in texas
around the mid twenties
drivers one after another
on the way to california
drove and drove
stopped in for a stretch
a good night's sleep
eyed by the lawman's eye
he's stoic and suspicious
he believes the devil's lies
further west...
there's more trust out there
and uncaring smiles
everywhere you look there's peace
overcome by a norther
shut in for days and days
fires and stories of justice
on ridges and bluffs
went to the non smoking side
always avoiding the looks
she warmed up to us
after a while
after a little while
further west...
ae
ed
ade
one armed dove shot
dairyland cafe
first marching band in texas
around the mid twenties
drivers one after another
on the way to california
drove and drove
stopped in for a stretch
a good night's sleep
eyed by the lawman's eye
he's stoic and suspicious
he believes the devil's lies
further west...
there's more trust out there
and uncaring smiles
everywhere you look there's peace
overcome by a norther
shut in for days and days
fires and stories of justice
on ridges and bluffs
went to the non smoking side
always avoiding the looks
she warmed up to us
after a while
after a little while
further west...
ae
ed
ade
2/19/12
Stiff Lips
out here we laugh out loud for the home folks
some of them twisting in the wind
tight jeans and raindrops on a metal roof
thought the place took plastic
but she would only take cash
forked over the bills and a few coins
almost worthless 'cept for slots
wished I'd brought my shades
wanna hide my eyes from the truth
expressions muted and upper lips stiff
lunatics surround the fire pit
and a harmonica blows
some of them twisting in the wind
tight jeans and raindrops on a metal roof
thought the place took plastic
but she would only take cash
forked over the bills and a few coins
almost worthless 'cept for slots
wished I'd brought my shades
wanna hide my eyes from the truth
expressions muted and upper lips stiff
lunatics surround the fire pit
and a harmonica blows
Cracked Smiles
hundreds of dollars were lost
given to the house
odds were never in our favor
yet we still ached for the chance
an ounce of suddeness
a hope for love
slow greetings and cracked smiles
lonely boy hours
players of all kinds
watching from the rafters
as the women fought it out
in the early morning
given to the house
odds were never in our favor
yet we still ached for the chance
an ounce of suddeness
a hope for love
slow greetings and cracked smiles
lonely boy hours
players of all kinds
watching from the rafters
as the women fought it out
in the early morning
2/8/12
Ninety-Six Magnavox
scooted that monster from the garage
too heavy and awkward to pick up
'specially for my 2nd half back
make sure the bones are protected
what a glory it was
big and bright
biggest tube ever owned in my family
up 'til that time anyway
the glove that didn't fit
green day
the steroid rangers
the heroic cowboys
and their 3 inch headlines
stared and stared for so many hours
hypnotized and surrounded by sound
in stereo
teletubbies and dora
the blue house bear
nine eleven catatonic and weary
no planes in the sky
spirit of braveheart
electronics crashing
asteroids and space invaders
tennis matches and an unbeaten streak
lost flippers and late night shows
weather worries and tragedy channels
where are they now
behind the music
thank God steely dan won the grammy
everything is outsync
stanley cup full of gravy
go stars
men eating grubs
desperate women
dog shows and gator trappers
oil just spilling in the ocean
cramer cried about the bond market
bet he got a bailout
recounts and chads
i did not have relations with that woman
protests and bombs and murders
c-span boring us to death
rather, washington boring us to death
the last waltz
when it had all been done
green was purple
and popping noises
sitting with a pile of junk now
ready for burial
that ninety-six magnavox thirty-three inch was a good television
real heavy though.
too heavy and awkward to pick up
'specially for my 2nd half back
make sure the bones are protected
what a glory it was
big and bright
biggest tube ever owned in my family
up 'til that time anyway
the glove that didn't fit
green day
the steroid rangers
the heroic cowboys
and their 3 inch headlines
stared and stared for so many hours
hypnotized and surrounded by sound
in stereo
teletubbies and dora
the blue house bear
nine eleven catatonic and weary
no planes in the sky
spirit of braveheart
electronics crashing
asteroids and space invaders
tennis matches and an unbeaten streak
lost flippers and late night shows
weather worries and tragedy channels
where are they now
behind the music
thank God steely dan won the grammy
everything is outsync
stanley cup full of gravy
go stars
men eating grubs
desperate women
dog shows and gator trappers
oil just spilling in the ocean
cramer cried about the bond market
bet he got a bailout
recounts and chads
i did not have relations with that woman
protests and bombs and murders
c-span boring us to death
rather, washington boring us to death
the last waltz
when it had all been done
green was purple
and popping noises
sitting with a pile of junk now
ready for burial
that ninety-six magnavox thirty-three inch was a good television
real heavy though.
2/5/12
Boogieman Shake
always and forever we will try in vain to warn our brothers and sisters. the boogieman is coming to get you. lock the doors and shut the windows. grab a flashlight and ice some beer. get those blankets and pull that crate of water to the side of the house. clear a large area in the middle of the room. boogieman 'bout to boogie. rat-a-tat-tat creates the hush, the man appears in a cloud of dust. white suit with a golden belt, pearly shoes and a hat of felt. all the dancers stopped and stared, the boogieman with his thinning hair. took a step and then flashed a smile, had the look had the style. do the boogieman shake, yeah yeah, do the boogieman shake, uh huh, do the boogieman shake, all right.
2/4/12
Angel Army
d7 g
angel army
d7
angel army
g
angel army
d7
angel army
g
you will protect me
d7
and you'll never harm me
g d7 g
my angel army, my angel army
am d7 am
only time goes slow, you know you know, grow old grow old,
d7 g d7
get on the road or you'll never find me.
yell it from the mountains
over the treetops
catch the western winds
keep going east
record it in hi fi
send it over the live wire
soundwaves just bringing the truth
lift up your hands, ask him to hear your prayer, tell him bout where you been,
give it all to him and put it behind you.
angel army
angel army
angel army
angel army
you will protect me
and you'll never harm me
my angel army
only time goes slow, you know you know, grow old grow old,
get on the road or you'll never find me.
Really Fine 170 Years
....of course everyone would have to agree. motivations would need to be compelling for both entities. whoever thought we'd be at this place. one day away from the glory of a new hope for the world. a place of purity and thoughtfulness. a place where wolves sleep during the day and get fed at night. the passing people just kept on walking. right though the screen doors and paper walls. the sturdy folks stood there unmoved and resolved. no one would tell them how to act. rights were rights. the bluecoat men thought the texans would fall in line. the gasps when the letter was delivered. 'mr. president, it's been a really fine 170 years, but today the people of texas declare our independence. God bless America.'....
1/31/12
Sucker Punched
b'cause a time bomb went off
over near the main street bank
that vault's the fullest in the land
money just falling from the sky
people in heat grabbing at the cash
stuffing their pockets then grabbing more
looked up and saw the fuzz coming
in a pack like a scene from mad max
blue shirts and hardhats and billy clubs
broke out some kung fu and held my own
'til they sucker punched me from behind
should've seen the that joker coming
breathing got out of whack for a moment
only took a flash of vulnerability
seven of them jumped on me and wailed
just kicked and swung fists wildly
knuckles were bloody and swollen
hand bones and finger bones shattered
took one guy out with a head butt
another with an elbow to the nose
finally they took me in to the pokey
midnight cops on a shift change
booked me for resisting and profanity
and that's why i'm here.
over near the main street bank
that vault's the fullest in the land
money just falling from the sky
people in heat grabbing at the cash
stuffing their pockets then grabbing more
looked up and saw the fuzz coming
in a pack like a scene from mad max
blue shirts and hardhats and billy clubs
broke out some kung fu and held my own
'til they sucker punched me from behind
should've seen the that joker coming
breathing got out of whack for a moment
only took a flash of vulnerability
seven of them jumped on me and wailed
just kicked and swung fists wildly
knuckles were bloody and swollen
hand bones and finger bones shattered
took one guy out with a head butt
another with an elbow to the nose
finally they took me in to the pokey
midnight cops on a shift change
booked me for resisting and profanity
and that's why i'm here.
1/27/12
Southern Canyon
g
faster, faster, faster
d
keep that engine running
c
cut it off now
g
and you'll be stuck
am g
in the southern canyon.
master, master, master
never did think
not in a million years
that we'd be apart
for the final showdown.
laster, laster, laster
time consummed
and time awaits
accompanied always
by her captured soul.
plaster, plaster, plaster
sculpters and painters
unrecognized abstracts
and self portraits
of the mad and lost.
faster, faster, faster
d
keep that engine running
c
cut it off now
g
and you'll be stuck
am g
in the southern canyon.
master, master, master
never did think
not in a million years
that we'd be apart
for the final showdown.
laster, laster, laster
time consummed
and time awaits
accompanied always
by her captured soul.
plaster, plaster, plaster
sculpters and painters
unrecognized abstracts
and self portraits
of the mad and lost.
1/23/12
Sqweem
noise interpretations..
pow pow! slingk...ding;
puuusttt...sqweem;
ta tat ta tat;
grrraahhh!!;
chugulp..chugulp..chugulp;
puttputtbeepbeep;
plough plop plough plop;
eerrrr!! 9er 9er eerrrr!!;
sniffsighsnort;
eeeyaawwll!!!;
this is only a test;
bang! bang! bip! bang!;
flackin' flukin' floridian!;
hehehehonkhehehehonkhehehe.
1/20/12
Public Music
that sidewalk was a slippery mother
girl in a plaid dress just sliding by
the thoughts going through her mind
could explain alot.
clods and bulldozers clogging the road
nothing's gonna get through tonight
not with the wind kicking up like it is
think i'll slide to the inside lane.
gas tank on about a quarter to a half
should be fine if i can run the heater
got public music and a bucket seat
souless road and ice.
emamgd3
em
girl in a plaid dress just sliding by
the thoughts going through her mind
could explain alot.
clods and bulldozers clogging the road
nothing's gonna get through tonight
not with the wind kicking up like it is
think i'll slide to the inside lane.
gas tank on about a quarter to a half
should be fine if i can run the heater
got public music and a bucket seat
souless road and ice.
emamgd3
em
1/16/12
Everyday Brit Accents
those damn brits with their taxes and insults.
"yes, we can't even get the good tea."
(they talked in their everyday brit accents. these were the days before the american revolution)
that soldier over there took a likein' to lady mirabella.
"bloody rascal! wish i could get him alone without that gun and bayonet. i'd pull out his damn rib and show it to him as i cracked his knees"
who's he protecting us from anyway? who are the redcoats protecting us from? hmmm, brother, i don't know.
"heard yesterday one of the bastards killed my native buddy. seen him last during wintertime, but didn't figure it would be the last time we danced around the fire and painted our faces."
what happened?
"don't really know. there's some confusion over the paperwork."
always the paperwork.
"well anyway, you coming to that meeting tonight?"
well uh hmm, the minutemen gonna have to meet without me. i ain't big on meetings, but let me know what happens. i'm in. i can't stand those dudes.
"yes, we can't even get the good tea."
(they talked in their everyday brit accents. these were the days before the american revolution)
that soldier over there took a likein' to lady mirabella.
"bloody rascal! wish i could get him alone without that gun and bayonet. i'd pull out his damn rib and show it to him as i cracked his knees"
who's he protecting us from anyway? who are the redcoats protecting us from? hmmm, brother, i don't know.
"heard yesterday one of the bastards killed my native buddy. seen him last during wintertime, but didn't figure it would be the last time we danced around the fire and painted our faces."
what happened?
"don't really know. there's some confusion over the paperwork."
always the paperwork.
"well anyway, you coming to that meeting tonight?"
well uh hmm, the minutemen gonna have to meet without me. i ain't big on meetings, but let me know what happens. i'm in. i can't stand those dudes.
1/13/12
Okydoke
the most tremendous eating tools ever created
fingers and thumbs
a peace sign and an okydoke
fingers and thumbs
tapping out the words and phrases and spaces
fingers and thumbs
trembling while finding all the hiding places
fingers and thumbs
1/12/12
Thanks To Teddy Roosevelt
poll numbers up
and the makeup applied
remember the three points
remember to smile
drink some water
a few times
show a sense of humor
thank the crowd
tell the truth
an actual new idea
it's the gold
everyone's afraid of the gold
all fixed in the vaults
live and let live
to the foreigners
come and visit sometime
visit them american parks
thanks to teddy roosevelt
again, thank the crowd
and the makeup applied
remember the three points
remember to smile
drink some water
a few times
show a sense of humor
thank the crowd
tell the truth
an actual new idea
it's the gold
everyone's afraid of the gold
all fixed in the vaults
live and let live
to the foreigners
come and visit sometime
visit them american parks
thanks to teddy roosevelt
again, thank the crowd
1/9/12
Crude Summer
whoever wrote that hearts can break while a person is alive would likely be classified as an unfortunate soul and bad estimator of the permanent need in every person to have a working heart full of aortas and ventricles and blue and red veins like we saw in the textbooks we put book covers on probably to hide the publishing company's name which could cause a stir in any household paying attention to the knowledge being thrust into the minds of the sweet children who will one day determine the conditions of your last days undoubtedly assuring you all the while that best interests we're being considered due to the love in their hearts and all the time you wanting only the love in their souls which is divine and everlasting as the heart is mortal and doomed to a satin-lined casket or the heart could serve two souls as a transplant if some especially fortnuate person perhaps in a car wreck down on the freeway involving only one car that hit a concrete wall in the construction zone because the man driving was changing out his music and he lost control near the overpass that soars high into the air as part of a mixmaster project where more workers are watching work than working and the portable johns are always tipped over which brings up the topic of sanitation and the wonderment of where all our trash goes when we send it out to the dumpster and the trash truck comes to pick it up and take it just outside of town to a big dug up hole and covers it up with earth's own dirt which could be either the most obvious and rightous place for it or a travesty to God's great creation but surely the tainting of the oceans by human trash is inexcusable and should be met with the strongest opposition as the crude summer of 10 in the gulf is remembered not only by the cajuns but by all of their texican brothers and sisters.
1/7/12
Gin Rummy And Cancellations
albequerque is the brownest town in america
so said this dude i talked to once
he worked there for six months
before another transfer
i can only remember the airport
gin rummy and cancellations
took a six seater to durango at one a.m.
songs of glory and quick drops in altitude
i can't really say if albequerque is the brownest town in america
santa fe ain't brown, and i spent plenty of time there
wandered the new mexican rockies as a younger man
never been to the caverns and never seen the aliens
i like brown.
so said this dude i talked to once
he worked there for six months
before another transfer
i can only remember the airport
gin rummy and cancellations
took a six seater to durango at one a.m.
songs of glory and quick drops in altitude
i can't really say if albequerque is the brownest town in america
santa fe ain't brown, and i spent plenty of time there
wandered the new mexican rockies as a younger man
never been to the caverns and never seen the aliens
i like brown.
1/5/12
Red Hour
c g
steering the plow, dirt and worms
f c
sun blistering, brow of sweat
g f
swarms of flies, swatted by the tail
c g
day took it's blood, the night's a' coming
f g c
rocks and stones and boulders
if she would just let me hold her
we could keep growing older
g f c
ohhhh, at the red hour
one blade runner, leather straps
wallowing legs, aching back
at the red hour, the evening light
clouds illuminate, the night's a' coming
steering the plow, dirt and worms
f c
sun blistering, brow of sweat
g f
swarms of flies, swatted by the tail
c g
day took it's blood, the night's a' coming
f g c
rocks and stones and boulders
if she would just let me hold her
we could keep growing older
g f c
ohhhh, at the red hour
one blade runner, leather straps
wallowing legs, aching back
at the red hour, the evening light
clouds illuminate, the night's a' coming
1/3/12
Comedy Of Manipulation
tempeted just to walk out the door and keep walking 'til i get to the highlands. along the way greeting the lonley and desperate with a traveler's perspective. i've seen the great lights of the city, i've smelt the trash and balanced on street curbs. everybody thinks they're connected in their isolated minds. only a few intellectuals around, understanding the obscene comedy of manipulation. yes, it makes you wanna walk. walk to the corner store in a small town. it's insignificance to the connected pleasant and unguarding. the intense worlds that walk through the store, gathering lighters, and pens, and floss, and macaroni, and a paint chipper. eggs and tire chains out of stock. thought the cashier was gonna quit, but she walked out front and took a smoke. came back in a state of euphoria, laughing at the jokes of toothless men and giving eyes to the young and raging. walked to the next town and same damn thing. there is no such thing as boring. you may be bored due to lack of initiative or an idle brain. creation is our purpose. we were created to create. then we die. thought about this and boarded the bus back home. found a melody to hum and looked at the path walked in reverse and at a much faster pace. all the truth lost in speed. keep the microscopic caverns of your mind alive. creation, to be continued...
12/30/11
Sideshow Act
em
fall in line (fall in line)
am
jitterbug (jitterbug)
kick the cat (kick the cat)
make some love (make some love)
sisterhood (sisterhood)
hand me downs (hand me downs)
replace the carpet (replace the carpet)
stand around (stand around)
d7 em
the flavors of this life will make you sing
d7 am
the stories of this life will make you sing
d7 em
the women in this life will make you sing
d7 d7 em
let's all clap our hands (clap, clap), let's all join a band (clap, clap),
d7 em
let's all sing hallelluia to the King
cold mornings (cold mornings)
stomping feet (stomping feet)
talking heads (talking heads)
snow and sleet (snow and sleet)
sideshow act (sideshow act)
tin cup change (tin cup change)
Words of God (Words of God)
lovely dames (lovely dames)
the flavors of this life will make you sing
the stories of this life will make you sing
the women in this life will make you sing
let's all clap our hands (clap, clap), let's all join a band (clap, clap),
let's all sing hallelluia to the King
fall in line (fall in line)
am
jitterbug (jitterbug)
kick the cat (kick the cat)
make some love (make some love)
sisterhood (sisterhood)
hand me downs (hand me downs)
replace the carpet (replace the carpet)
stand around (stand around)
d7 em
the flavors of this life will make you sing
d7 am
the stories of this life will make you sing
d7 em
the women in this life will make you sing
d7 d7 em
let's all clap our hands (clap, clap), let's all join a band (clap, clap),
d7 em
let's all sing hallelluia to the King
cold mornings (cold mornings)
stomping feet (stomping feet)
talking heads (talking heads)
snow and sleet (snow and sleet)
sideshow act (sideshow act)
tin cup change (tin cup change)
Words of God (Words of God)
lovely dames (lovely dames)
the flavors of this life will make you sing
the stories of this life will make you sing
the women in this life will make you sing
let's all clap our hands (clap, clap), let's all join a band (clap, clap),
let's all sing hallelluia to the King
12/28/11
We Are Not Alone
when we finally close these eyes, we'll really see. the unexplained will seem perfectly logical. possibly, we'll breathe easier. absolutely, we'll hear trumpets. we'll slowly live eternal life. provisions obsolete and groans unknown. the bitter taste of life replaced by a rush of enlightenment. fully, completely, and always. oh the wonder! oh the glory! oh the peace!....................so we wait, sorrowful at times, but anxious mostly. burdens are light, but anticipation makes us restless. lost souls walking in the dark, reaching for answers, reaching for anything to guide their ways. they are creatures of the Divine too. listen to them plead, listen to them beg, listen to them moaning!.........take a moment right now, before it's too late, to banish understanding. forget your pride and listen to your gut. we are not alone.
12/27/11
Jackrabbit Dinner
a true mess it is
the ridiculous irony
manhunts
and suicide bombers
he looked out over the ridge
dust in the distance
could be a thousand things
jackrabbit dinner
a tree falling silently
he imagined a lone predator
stalking the river beds
her baby girls sleeping on the bank
eyes the prey
looks it over for a while
knowing every inch of the destined
she manipulates and moves slow
heart's at half speed
suddenly a burst
noises of the fierce and dying
a final and merciful grip
blood runs cold
another day for the ladies.
the ridiculous irony
manhunts
and suicide bombers
he looked out over the ridge
dust in the distance
could be a thousand things
jackrabbit dinner
a tree falling silently
he imagined a lone predator
stalking the river beds
her baby girls sleeping on the bank
eyes the prey
looks it over for a while
knowing every inch of the destined
she manipulates and moves slow
heart's at half speed
suddenly a burst
noises of the fierce and dying
a final and merciful grip
blood runs cold
another day for the ladies.
Mind Over Soul Endures
thought in succession
rapid and easy
the day awaits
like a mountain a hundred miles away
loose but altered
very selectively
first thought best thought
proposing actual thought as worthy of expression too
these lines and patterns
weaving, skipping,
hiding, brutal and proud
mind over body fades, mind over soul endures
rapid and easy
the day awaits
like a mountain a hundred miles away
loose but altered
very selectively
first thought best thought
proposing actual thought as worthy of expression too
these lines and patterns
weaving, skipping,
hiding, brutal and proud
mind over body fades, mind over soul endures
12/26/11
Just Outside Of Recognition
between cowardice and bravery
the decision of every man and woman
just outside of recognition
where mistakes are not considered
flinging rose petals and ropes
to the pirates on the other side
jaw dropping feats of impossibility
and a relatively pleasing peace of soul
throughout history we soldier on
facing gloomy days and winning most
the insignificant create nothing
like a user reading atlas shrugged
lines in the sand drawn for nothing
just a puppet in another game
dust collects on the books and pictures
microscopic shreds of life fully lived
imperfections covered up by the millions
one brush at a time
theories and settings and character traits
all coming to an end and leaving illumination
just outside of recognition
where the sane people dwell
the decision of every man and woman
just outside of recognition
where mistakes are not considered
flinging rose petals and ropes
to the pirates on the other side
jaw dropping feats of impossibility
and a relatively pleasing peace of soul
throughout history we soldier on
facing gloomy days and winning most
the insignificant create nothing
like a user reading atlas shrugged
lines in the sand drawn for nothing
just a puppet in another game
dust collects on the books and pictures
microscopic shreds of life fully lived
imperfections covered up by the millions
one brush at a time
theories and settings and character traits
all coming to an end and leaving illumination
just outside of recognition
where the sane people dwell
Smiling Desperado
a good man is like God's worn out jeans...
a good man is like a fire's burning embers...
a good man is like a good practical joke...
a good man is like a map of asia...
...and asia never once quit calling me.
a good man is like a starlet's double d's...
a good man is like a second cup of coffee...
a good man is like a raging dinner bell...
a good man is like a smiling desperado...
...and desperados always have a plan.
a good man is like a prince with wings...
a good man is like a sundown on the bayou...
a good man is like a lemon or a lemondrop...
a good man is like a runner in a dream...
...and dreams are heaven's glimpses.
a good man is like a fire's burning embers...
a good man is like a good practical joke...
a good man is like a map of asia...
...and asia never once quit calling me.
a good man is like a starlet's double d's...
a good man is like a second cup of coffee...
a good man is like a raging dinner bell...
a good man is like a smiling desperado...
...and desperados always have a plan.
a good man is like a prince with wings...
a good man is like a sundown on the bayou...
a good man is like a lemon or a lemondrop...
a good man is like a runner in a dream...
...and dreams are heaven's glimpses.
12/24/11
Texico (Draft): Breakfast Talk
The call he made to the prime minister of Mexico on a calm November day of 2017 was critical in Texico's road to nationhood. L. Dean had just finished a breakfast of 2 eggs and toast and over coffee he contacted Francisco Del Corona and told him what he was proposing. "Fran, open your mind.” they spoke in english due to L. Dean's solitary language abilities, “A union of our two countries seems the most natural thing in the world t' me."
"Well amigo, I can see the benefits too, however, we pause due to our historical place at the heel of your boots. Remember the Mexican people haven't always been treated very well by the Texans, go back generations."
"Damn Fran! Who burned who at the Alamo? And who brought their war to San Antonio and San Angelo. You remember than little 7 year old girl the Mexican druggies kidnapped and tortured on TV. Those bastards are gone now. Long gone." He paused and continued sensing the uneasiness on the other end of the line, "But my point is there's blood on both sides of the path we've walked. We've been fightin' for years. Not anymore. Let's turn our rages and injustices and grudges into the heart of a new neon country, open for business for those wanting to live in peace. Who the hell cares about the past anyway? Fran, we have a neon future together."
"Ahhh, El Dean", as he was known to all Mexicans, "You are right, of course. But the Mexican leadership is worried about the perceptions of Anglo rule." Del Corona, was getting to the point. The Mexicans knew joining Texas and adopting the Texico Papers would springboard them to the top of the international scene. After years and years of being rightly portrayed as a country in chaos and run by the cartels, the desire to channel the Mexican soul into another movement was shared by all. The Texico Papers, written by L. Dean himself, outlined a complete plan to decide leadership and was designed to ensure local enforcement of laws and maintain national diversity. Political maneuvering was part of any process, but the Texico plan kept it to minimum with its term limits and impeachment process.
"Well Fran, an Anglo may get in (he was speaking of the Presidency), or somebody over in Baja. But they only get one shot at it. What's an Anglo anyway anymore? You know better. You're talking to me Fran. You're born with some warm blood, like me. You're born with a beating heart, like me. You're born with breathing lungs, like me." L. Dean was almost singing by this point. "It's all in the Texican soup!"
"El Dean, you should write that down and pick a tune from it. I know your guitar is near." Fran was trying to lighten the discussion, L. Dean was roaring.
"Oh, I'm sorry Fran; I know you're speaking for the masses. But they should trust what they've never truly trusted before."
"What's that amigo?"
"Themselves."
The truth was for months there had been talk among the political establishments and corporate leadership of both nations and an agreeement on the Texico Plan seemed assured. The Mexicans had much to gain with a union. After breaking from America a few years earlier, Texas had influenced many American companies to relocate to Texas. The business environment was inviting and free of the petty and politically motivated regulations and their over-bearing regulators. Texas was focused on strict enforcement of a few important regulations, but was not in the business of choosing sides on the business field. The people would put them out of business, and where the people were powerless and rules were broke, the government would provide swift banishment from the field of play, the guilty never to conduct business in Texas again. Texas was not the land of 2nd chances in business matters. Win by competing. Monopoly's were fragile due to the people's sway and invested heavily to remain in the public's favor. Large companies gave billions to fuel infrastructure, universities, charities, parks, and other institutions. Fine quality, value, and influence, each feeding the other, was the way to win in the marketplace. Texas was on their way to economic wonderment the Mexicans wanted in.
The call continued with various details and agreeements. Well wishes and reminders of the approaching adoption of the Texico Plan by Texas on July 4th of the following year. "We'll have people streaming over our border in droves. I just hope we can keep the okies out." L. Dean joked, "Four years to swell our population before we make it official with ya'll in 2022. I figure we could get up to 500 million total. One thing is for sure, a bunch a' Mexicans will be walkin' around with a bunch a' cash. All the building we'll be doing. Talked to some guy the other day about building houses into the ground. I think our land’s to shifty for that, but it would be better in a tornado."
"Gone to Texico. El Dean, I can't wait to see it." Fran replied. He truly admired the clear vision of L. Dean.
L. Dean took a final drink of his coffee before ending the call, "It'll be neon Fran. The brightness of a Texico night. Advise ratification of the Texico Plan and the next four years will be a marvel." Fran hung up knowing a better future for the Mexicans awaited.
12/23/11
Shell-Shocked And Alarmed
.....woke up shell-shocked and alarmed. starting to feel like i'm being controlled. every man needs a path to walk, a woman's touch, and a pot of gold. my path has become worn down to the dirt. any top soil is gone. the true earth is walked. and drove. over and over. my path is a circle, it seems. mentally, however, the circle creates a wonder. the many lives of uneasiness. a good and congenial soul. at peace and rest. a woman's face of desperation and worry. alone and shaking at the world's monsters. grateful she is for the confidence. understanding the endurance required. she makes a house and keeps a home. stands by her truth and keeps the commands. only herself she guards. like a wasted garden. left to restlessness and glances. a poor man with a bank of cash. perseverance rewarded. the circle proved fruitful, and the vows rang true. our desires and natures hibernate to another season. our brains conducting it all. it's windows always open and peering. the eyes seeing the wanted, the ears hearing the moans, the mouth tasting the sweet and sour, the hands feeling life, the smell of daisies, and a loss of control....
12/18/11
The Trinity Summed Up
God is seperate, and no doubt superior. He is in the heavens, He is walking among us, and He is within us. The Trinity summed up. God in heaven is a cozy feeling, there is a place we will dwell. Among us is harder to grasp, but Jesus is the best known man to ever live on the earth. That Person of the Trinity rose from the dead. There seems a way to get to our dwelling place. Within us is the most misunderstood and unrealized aspect of our God. The true nature of God is to create, give, love. Do not make Him a God of yourself. For He is seperate. But know that He does live within you, guiding your daily actions and decisions. Some call it conscious, some call it my gut, some call it intuition, the women for sure. And remember, at His core, God is a creator. What you create can, and should, be God inspired. Even the dark creations.
12/17/11
Stretch Your Limbs
once, when i was a little younger, and a little dumber, i tried to carry the weight of this damn ole world. i'll tell you it was an awful feeling. nights and nights of fret and worry. days and days of toil and anguish. for what? a bag of nothing loaded with chest pains for those caught in the trap. another day for those who've turned their backs on circumstance. exsist in the moments, inspire and influence with a plan, stretch your limbs, and sleep a peaceful sleep.
12/14/11
Painter's Den
consider a small nuisance
an annoying turn of events
visualize a heart beat
it's continuous pumping
drive over to a painter's den
old litter on the floor
wrapers and smocks
a towel hangs from a hook
the painter wipes her brow
and stares out an open window
an annoying turn of events
visualize a heart beat
it's continuous pumping
drive over to a painter's den
old litter on the floor
wrapers and smocks
a towel hangs from a hook
the painter wipes her brow
and stares out an open window
12/9/11
Inevitability
rivers will find the true path
always and without apology
inevitability
truth and all it's simplicity
unloads the desperate
inevitability
but the flesh! the flesh!
mmmmm, sang the choir
inevitability
always and without apology
inevitability
truth and all it's simplicity
unloads the desperate
inevitability
but the flesh! the flesh!
mmmmm, sang the choir
inevitability
12/7/11
Space Girls With Glitter
the light in here is a bit heavy
all along the country lane she sweated
all the cares of the entire world
went the long way, by the gasoline station
peering into store windows on the way
some auction was going down in the round
space girls with glitter and memories
moving in unision to the beat of the band
fear not was said ten thousand ways
and the prophet's words fulfilled
pardon me she moaned
but would you mind taking me to dance
blue, blue those eyes. and alive.
become what you want to be, but hurry
the crow's getting louder and louder
thirty three degrees and the coffee shop closed at 8:30
what kind of joint are you running?
the government's gonna make it fair
karl marx was a well intentioned man
but a seer he was not
motivation is what turns the engine of capitalism
another flawed system in it's pure form
but right in it's harmoniuos relationship with human nature
marxism and it's historical place of failure
patronize the young and spirited
at your peril and without an invitation for tea
sinatra, he played cards and drained whiskey bottles
until 3am
the actresses never once missed a que
right on the mark with comedy lines and expressions
the way out is through others
the calm and broken southwesterners
the settled and robust midwesterners
the preoccupied northeasterners
the innocent and proud southerners
and the californians
and the others
...and the north plains people
the true heroes of the world
blaming no one and demanding an appearance
all along the country lane she sweated
all the cares of the entire world
went the long way, by the gasoline station
peering into store windows on the way
some auction was going down in the round
space girls with glitter and memories
moving in unision to the beat of the band
fear not was said ten thousand ways
and the prophet's words fulfilled
pardon me she moaned
but would you mind taking me to dance
blue, blue those eyes. and alive.
become what you want to be, but hurry
the crow's getting louder and louder
thirty three degrees and the coffee shop closed at 8:30
what kind of joint are you running?
the government's gonna make it fair
karl marx was a well intentioned man
but a seer he was not
motivation is what turns the engine of capitalism
another flawed system in it's pure form
but right in it's harmoniuos relationship with human nature
marxism and it's historical place of failure
patronize the young and spirited
at your peril and without an invitation for tea
sinatra, he played cards and drained whiskey bottles
until 3am
the actresses never once missed a que
right on the mark with comedy lines and expressions
the way out is through others
the calm and broken southwesterners
the settled and robust midwesterners
the preoccupied northeasterners
the innocent and proud southerners
and the californians
and the others
...and the north plains people
the true heroes of the world
blaming no one and demanding an appearance
12/3/11
Forest Highway
c g
we talked in that northern town
f c
on the forest highway
f g
where the sisters and mothers
f c
gathered to pray.
sang songs of knowing grace
and thought of texico
where the rightous get buried
with sins that we know.
em f c
her many many heartbreaks her dreams of paradise
em c g
her father came to love her and brought this holy night
alabama preacher man
his pride'll do him in
left his texas folk behind
and will not make amends.
heard choirs and angels
remind us of his birth
took comfort from the trumpet
saved all the earth.
her many many heartbreaks her dreams of paradise
her father came to love her and brought this holy night
we talked in that northern town
f c
on the forest highway
f g
where the sisters and mothers
f c
gathered to pray.
sang songs of knowing grace
and thought of texico
where the rightous get buried
with sins that we know.
em f c
her many many heartbreaks her dreams of paradise
em c g
her father came to love her and brought this holy night
alabama preacher man
his pride'll do him in
left his texas folk behind
and will not make amends.
heard choirs and angels
remind us of his birth
took comfort from the trumpet
saved all the earth.
her many many heartbreaks her dreams of paradise
her father came to love her and brought this holy night
11/26/11
Backwards They Live
we will understand love
at the end, clarity and ah ha's
certainly it's not what we thought
or why
but it is wonderful
the cares of this world melt
thursdays and fridays
relections on a pond
each ripple with a story
introduced and loved
unknown to those
trying to get the most out of life
backwards they live
it's you that life wants
to exhaust and use
drowzy and old
satisfied, understanding love
at the end, clarity and ah ha's
certainly it's not what we thought
or why
but it is wonderful
the cares of this world melt
thursdays and fridays
relections on a pond
each ripple with a story
introduced and loved
unknown to those
trying to get the most out of life
backwards they live
it's you that life wants
to exhaust and use
drowzy and old
satisfied, understanding love
11/23/11
Clawing The Walls
seeking the truth
in the midst of lies
finding the way
through watering eyes
helping the poor
overcome the end
ignoring the fight
of the heartless men
training the young
to have self control
giving the lost
a glimmer of hope
singing the tunes
all through the night
playing the games
losing the fight
clawing the walls
just hanging on
carving the turkey
up until dawn
in the midst of lies
finding the way
through watering eyes
helping the poor
overcome the end
ignoring the fight
of the heartless men
training the young
to have self control
giving the lost
a glimmer of hope
singing the tunes
all through the night
playing the games
losing the fight
clawing the walls
just hanging on
carving the turkey
up until dawn
11/20/11
Buzzards Await
this life of wavering passions
seeking meaning, drowning rightousness
bitter pills and eventual humbling
buzzards await the end
this we know
yet still we plead for acceptance
take me as I am
as if there is another alternative
calculations and odds
mercy only for those who submit
live like a poor man
needs confused with wants again
economies and politics
one feeding off the other
until the days of reckoning
generations pass
each providing identity
the human instinct to associate
comfort somehow found
within the misery of others
tragic irony
of the brotherhoods
and sisterhoods
only the lonely are free
free from expectations and conformity
11/12/11
Cigarette Ash
woke up somewhere between tim buck two and the mission fields
ahh, the worried and the broke
near the wishing well sat a old woman with a inch long cigarette ash
singing church songs and praying
she must have seen the destruction caused by greed and selfishness
the young never really understood
their lives usually not soaked with loss and disappointment and vices
no such thing as young at heart
ahh, the worried and the broke
near the wishing well sat a old woman with a inch long cigarette ash
singing church songs and praying
she must have seen the destruction caused by greed and selfishness
the young never really understood
their lives usually not soaked with loss and disappointment and vices
no such thing as young at heart
11/11/11
Hard To Lead America (Ballad of Herman Cain)
herman cain, herman cain
are you ready for this pain
the vultures are ready to end your game.
herman cain, herman cain
they all trashed your name
what a shame what a shame, poor herman cain.
herman cain, herman cain
been kicked and defamed
truth must be buried and a good man blamed.
herman cain, herman cain
come in here from the rain
hard to lead america with your dignity maintained.
herman cain, herman cain
heard the songs that you sang
what a shame what a shame, poor herman cain.
g
dg
cgdg
are you ready for this pain
the vultures are ready to end your game.
herman cain, herman cain
they all trashed your name
what a shame what a shame, poor herman cain.
herman cain, herman cain
been kicked and defamed
truth must be buried and a good man blamed.
herman cain, herman cain
come in here from the rain
hard to lead america with your dignity maintained.
herman cain, herman cain
heard the songs that you sang
what a shame what a shame, poor herman cain.
g
dg
cgdg
11/9/11
Helicopter Rose
empathy to rhyme
we're all inclined
to stray from the vine
for 2 cents worth of a commoner's utterings.
helicopter rose
born next to the willows
lived her life on the road
going from flop house to flop house on the dock.
started as a one man band
played his tunes all across the land
kept on saying he understands
'til one day when he claimed his pants caught on fire.
simply written, simply said
hard to bust through a thick head
in times we're tested, in times we're led
close your eyes and have a little quiet time with us.
amemgf (3)
we're all inclined
to stray from the vine
for 2 cents worth of a commoner's utterings.
helicopter rose
born next to the willows
lived her life on the road
going from flop house to flop house on the dock.
started as a one man band
played his tunes all across the land
kept on saying he understands
'til one day when he claimed his pants caught on fire.
simply written, simply said
hard to bust through a thick head
in times we're tested, in times we're led
close your eyes and have a little quiet time with us.
amemgf (3)
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