Archive for March, 2011

The Cobbler

March 19, 2011

It was barely eight am

I just had my toast and jam

When along the windowsill there came a tap

I was taken by surprise

At the sight before my eyes

It was Mr. Burly Squirrel in a tweed suit

 

He said, “I don’t mean to barge in

But I’m in a little pinch

I was supposed to meet that finch from your backyard

We were calling it a date

I couldn’t hardly wait

And now it seems I’ve lost my lucky shoes

Oh, and what am I to do?”

 

“Have you seen where they have gone?

I last saw them on the lawn

They were drying from a coat of waterproof

In an hour I cam back

Nearly had a heart attack

When all that there remained was their imprint”

 

“Now I think that something’s up

It might be that old woodchuck

Or maybe those two jerks from the woodpile

Either way I’ve got it bad

They were the only pair I had

Do you think you may have something just my size?

Oh, what a day to be alive!”

 

Now I thought there for awhile

And I gave a little smile

How often does a squirrel come ask for shoes?

I’d like to help him out

But my head was full of clouds

How could I oblige this strange request?

 

But the weather in my brain

Soon dried up all the rain

The sky it was so clear and baby blue

And I knew just what to do

I grabbed my wallet and some glue

A razorblade, a hammer and some nails

And I started cobbling up a pair

 

When the last lace was in place

The look upon his face

There are no words in squirrel for gratitude

But I thought I saw a tear

As he grinned from ear to ear

And pulled those works of art onto his feet

 

He said, “You truly are a friend

If ever I can lend

Anything to you that’d be of use

You cut up your billfold…”

I said, “There was nothing for it to hold”

And wished him the best of luck upon his date

For which he was now an hour late

 

When he finally did arrive

The look in her bird eye

Could have set that whole back yard into a blaze

So he made up an excuse

She said, “You must be confused

If you think that I would buy that load of shit”

 

He said, “Babe, you’ve got it wrong”

And he sang out his whole song

And when he was all done she saw those shoes

She could even tweet

As she gazed upon his feet

And saw my handiwork done for the love

Oh, and they praised the lord above!

 

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Sweet Marie

March 19, 2011

Think I was twelve years old

And she may have been thirteen

Back in the deepest woods

We went where no one could see

Now I had kissed some girls

But there was plenty still new to me

So then she threw me down and went to town

And when she was done I couldn’t breathe

 

A few years had gone by

But she never left my mind

If I saw a few pine needles

I’d smile and give a sigh

Now I had kissed some girls

And there was little now new to me

But when she threw me down and went to town

Like a blind man, I now could see

 

Now I wouldn’t call it love

But caring in the same way

Without any words

She used her mouth

To say what she wanted to say

 

Now it was twenty years ago

But still feels like yesterday

The smell of those old maples

And looking up to watch them sway

Now I have loved some girls

Even got one to marry me

But when she threw me down and went to town

It was nothing like sweet Marie

Yeah, when she threw me down and went to town

Still nothing like sweet Marie

 

The Tooth and The Razor

March 19, 2011

I am the ambassador’s nightmare

I am the hysterical son

I am the elected unofficial

I am the one to outrun

Five times I’ve been caught in the trailer

And five times they have put me in jail

Last time for a look at the savior

Last time you will see me out here

 

I am the impossible sailor

I am the drunkest one

I am the tooth and the razor

I am the beast on the hunt

 

Lie down and commit to a prayer

Reach deep in your pockets for gold

Think hard on the life you were given

Look back at the lies you were told

And I am here to coddle your anger

I am here to answer your call

Think not of me as a fortune of failure

Think of me as justice undone

 

I am the impossible sailor

I am the drunkest one

I am the tooth and the razor

I am the beast on the hunt

 

I am the ambassador’s nightmare

I am the hysterical son

I am the elected unofficial

I am the one to outrun

Five times I’ve been caught in the trailer

And five times they have put me in jail

Last time for a look at the savior

Last time you will see me out here

 

I am the impossible sailor

I am the drunkest one

I am the tooth and the razor

I am the beast on the hunt

 

Ballad of an Asshole

March 19, 2011

I’ve known a lot of horny women in my life

I’ve known a lot of horny women in my life

I’ve known a lot of horny women in my life

None of them as horny as you

 

I’ve known a lot of angry women in my life

I’ve known a lot of angry women in my life

Drop of a hat they’ll drop a knuckle down or two (right on you)

None of them as angry as you

 

I’ve known a lot of jealous women in my life

I’ve known a lot of jealous women in my life

The fits they’d throw would leave me black and blue

None of them as jealous as you

 

I’ve known some good cooking women in my life

I’ve known some good cooking women in my life

Stuff me like a goose and that is true

None of them was a better cook than you

 

I’ve known some big-breasted women in my life

I’ve known some big-breasted women in my life

Some so big I didn’t know what to do

None of them had a sweeter pair than you

 

I’ve known some big-hearted women in my life

I’ve known some big-hearted women in my life

Give so much to others and take so few

None of them had a bigger heart than you

 

I’ve known a lot of horny women in my life

I’ve known a lot of horny women in my life

I’ve known a lot of horny women in my life

None of them as horny as you

None of them was a better cook than you

None of them had a sweeter pair than you

None of them had a bigger heart than you

 

Spaghetti On Thanksgiving

March 19, 2011

Every time I get a leg up

Someone’s taking off my shoe

And if I keep on trying

They’ll take my socks off, too

I ain’t looking for handout, a hand up or a high five

I’m just looking to keep my head up

Because the water will always rise

 

I eat spaghetti on Thanksgiving

And Christmas from a can

Whiskey for my birthday

Peanut butter and jam

Two dollars worth of gas

And I better avoid the tolls

But the only free alternative

Is the street with all the holes

 

Any time that I breathe easy

For a week I’m in the black

Something comes and knocks my wind out

And I’m flat out on my back

I’m wondering about this freedom

Cause I feel like house arrest

With doctor’s bills, insurance bills

Parking tickets and all the rest

 

I eat spaghetti on Thanksgiving

And Christmas from a can

Whiskey for my birthday

Peanut butter and jam

Two dollars worth of gas

And I better avoid the tolls

But the only free alternative

Is the street with all the holes

 

I must have some sort of collar

Around my ankle that I can’t see

So any time I get some money

It sends off a silent scream

And the bills just start appearing

My mailbox is like a goose

It’s all stuffed with disappointment

And it’s feeling like a noose

 

So I eat spaghetti on Thanksgiving

And Christmas from a can

Whiskey for my birthday

Peanut butter and jam

Two dollars worth of gas

And I better avoid the tolls

But the only free alternative

Is the street with all the holes

 

Pine

March 5, 2011

I have a burning heart

It’s calling out for you

It went up with your spark

I tried to put it out

There was nothing I could do

 

A thousand miles apart

Just seems to feed the flames

Alone here in the dark

Fire going wild

I’m wishing it would rain

 

The driest parts are the ones that burn

Just hope that when the flames die down

The spark returns

 

It’s been a lonesome year

But embers still are gold

I keep them in my mind

Check from time to time

That the ashes don’t get cold

 

How long can one heart burn

Before the fuel is gone

I wonder if forever

Or if it’s just until

Someone else comes along

 

The driest parts are the ones that burn

Just hope that when the flames die down

The spark returns

Winds will blow, skies will rain

Just hope that when the smoke all clears

The warmth remains

 

Burn, burn, burn

Through hollow and reed

If you’re the one to finally put it out

Then maybe you’re what I really need

 

When the wildfire’s done

And nothing green remains

Just give a little time

And sure before your eyes

They’ll be grass upon the plain

 

Trees will always burn

When boughs are driven dry

So hard to watch them go

New ones grow so slow

But I guess that’s just life

 

The driest parts are the ones that burn

Just hope that when the flames die down

The spark returns

Winds will blow, skies will rain

Just hope that when the smoke all clears

The warmth remains

 

Heaven’s Sake

March 5, 2011

Been walking down those olden roads

Funny how it wasn’t that long ago

Equal smiles to equal fights

But we made it work, we earned our stars and stripes

 

Never really thought it was the end

Just took a break in hopes of staying friends

You moved away and I gave up

But I always knew that door was never shut

 

Will you be waiting

There at home

I close my aching eyes

And try and will it to be so

Will you be waiting

When I awake

I think I’d make you happy

For heaven’s sake

 

Thought a lot about what I did

You weren’t no angel, but hey, we were just kids

And we loved as children do

Falling hard and trying best to make it through

 

Will you be waiting

There at home

I close my aching eyes

And try and will it to be so

Will you be waiting

When I awake

I think I’d make you happy

For heaven’s sake

 

Alone within my room

City sirens screaming

Pray for sleep to come soon

For dream to overtake me

For she to overtake me

 

Been walking down those olden roads

Funny how it wasn’t that long ago

Still singing songs for you to hear

I hope you’re well, maybe this will be the year

 

Will you be waiting

There at home

I close my aching eyes

And try and will it to be so

Will you be waiting

When I awake

I think I’d make you happy

For heaven’s sake

The Better Life

March 5, 2011

My cinnamon in evening

My coffee and my medicine

 

I’m in love with you

I am finally through

To the better life this time

 

My lullaby in darkened times

My trembling hands are pacified

 

I’m in love with you

I am finally through

To the better life this time

 

You opened up and let me in

I’d wander off to return again

You never strayed nor went away

So I’d always have a home

 

A weakened man, I used to be

A faithful slave to misery

But your smiling heart

It shined on me

And now I find I see

 

Your angel wings, my holy ghost

The missing thing I needed most

 

I’m in love with you

I am finally through

To the better life this time

 

I’m in love with you

I am finally through

To the better life this time

Softest Parts

March 5, 2011

You say take it slow

And I swear I’ll try

But when I hear go

I start flying

 

When I believe, then I fall

And I’m waiting for your call

Cause I believe to be true

The softest parts of you

 

We make a lot of sense

Cause we’re late on time

Won’t you turn to me

And quit hiding

 

When I believe, then I fall

And I’m waiting for your call

Cause I believe to be true

The softest parts of you

 

And one of us is going to go first

I never know which is worse

 

And when we get old

We’ll look back and smile

At the lies we told

For desire

 

When I believe, then I fall

And I’m waiting for your call

Cause I believe to be true

The softest parts of you

20 in 1

March 5, 2011

You watched me age twenty years in one

Turn from hero into drunk

Saw the light in my eyes slowly fade

Walk out into the ocean ashamed

Saw my smile come through less and less

Heard more silence than openness

Watched me close on down, move out of town

Throw my hands to the sky

And walk away