one song

mpolak21 · March 20, 2006

A diamond necklace played the pawn

Hand in hand some drummed along, oh

To a handsome man and baton

A blind class aristocracy

Back through the opera glass you see

The pit and the pendulum drawn

Columnated ruins domino

Canvass the town and brush the backdrop

Are you sleeping?

Hung velvet overtaken me

Dim chandelier awaken me

To a song dissolved in the dawn

The music hall a costly bow

The music all is lost for now

To a muted trumperter swan

Columnated ruins domino

Canvass the town and brush the backdrop

Are you sleeping, brother john?

Dove nested towers the hour was

Strike the street quicksilver moon

Carriage across the fog

Two-step to lamp lights cellar tune

The laughs come hard in auld lang syne

The glass was raised, the fired rose

The fullness of the wine, the dim last toasting

While at port adieu or die

A choke of grief hard hardened i

Beyond belief a broken man too tough to cry

Surf's up

Aboard a tidal wave

Come about hard and join

The young and often spring you gave

I heard the word

Wonderful thing

A children's song

Child, child, child, child, child

A child is the father of the man

Child, child, child, child, child

A child is the father of the man

A children's song

Have you listened as they played

Their song is love

And the children know the way

That's why the child is the father to the man

Child, child, child, child, child

Na na na na na na na na

Child, child, child, child, child

That's why the child is the father to the man

Child, child, child, child, child

:worship Van Dyke Parks and that Brian Wilson fella as well.

--Mike

Analogman · March 21, 2006

Wake up young man, it's time to wake up

Your love affair has got to go

For 10 long years, for 10 long years

The leaves to rake up

Slow suicide's no way to go, oh

Blue, clouded grey

You're not a crack up

Dizzy and weakened by the haze

Moving onward

So an infection not a phase

Yeah, oh

The cracks and lines from where you gave up

They make an easy man to read, oh

For all the times you let them bleed you

For little peace from God you plead, and beg

For little peace from God you plead

Ahhaahh, Yeah, Ahhaahh, Yeah, Ahhaahh, Yeah

Wake up young man, wake up, wake up

Wake up, wake up, wake up, wake up

Oh, yeah

Wake up young man, it's time to wake up

Your love affair has got to go, yeah

For 10 long years, for 10 long years,

The leaves to rake up

Slow suicide's no way to go, oh

Slow suicide's no way to go

Wake up, wake up, wake up

Elixir Sue · March 21, 2006

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embiggen · March 23, 2006

yeah the rain came

i said hey buddy,

buddy the streets are a snake skin

i belong

out there walkin

nobody's stoppin to bother me

they hide

outside, the ceilings

cryin'

listen to the sound

of the gutters runnin

wash this dirty town

all fronts and no backs

give me my time

let me be

outside

under the ceiling

cryin'

yeah, all over me

cryin'

yeah, all over me

outside you know

i listen to the sounds

of the gutters runnin

wash this dirty town

all fronts and no backs

give me my time

let me be

outside

under the ceilings

cryin'

yeah, all over me

cryin'

yeah, all over me

Dude · March 23, 2006

It was all that I could do to keep from cryin'

Sometimes it seems so useless to remain

You don't have to call me darlin', darlin'

You never even call me by my name.

You don't have to call me Waylon Jennings

And you don't have to call me Charlie Pride.

You don't have to call me Merle Haggard anymore

Even though you're on my fightin' side.

And I'll hang around as long as you will let me

And I never minded standin' in the rain.

You don't have to call me darlin', darlin'

You never even call me by my name.

I've heard my name a few times in your phone book

I've seen it on signs where I've laid

But the only time I know, I'll hear David Allan Coe

Is when Jesus has his final judgement day.

And I'll hang around as long as you will let me

And I never minded standin' in the rain.

You don't have to call me darlin', darlin'

You never even call me by my name.

Well, a friend of mine named Steve Goodman wrote that song

and he told me it was the perfect country and western song

I wrote him back a letter and told him it was NOT the perfect

country and western song because he hadn't said anything about

Momma, or trains, or trucks, or prison, or gettin' drunk.

Well, he sat down and wrote another verse to the song and he sent

it to me and after reading it, I realized that my friend had written

the perfect country and western song. And I felt obliged to include it

on this album. The last verse goes like this here:

Well, I was drunk the day my Mom got outta prison.

And I went to pick her up in the rain.

But, before I could get to the station in my pickup truck

She got runned over by a damned old train.

So I'll hang around as long as you will let me

And I never minded standin' in the rain. No,

You don't have to call me darlin', darlin'

You never even call me, I wonder why you don't call me

Why don't you ever call me by my name.

Elixir Sue · March 23, 2006

^

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Sweet Papa Crimbo · March 25, 2006

Now listen Julie baby,

It ain't natural for you to cry in the midnight,

It ain't natural for you to cry

Way in the midnight through,

Until the wee small hours

Long 'fore the break of dawn, oh Lord.

Now Julie there ain't nothin' on my mind

More further away than what you're lookin' for,

I see the way they jump at me

Lord, from behind the door, and look into my eyes,

Your little star stuck innuendos,

Inadequacies, foreign bodies.

And the sunlight shining through the crack in the window pane

Numbs my brain

And the sunlight shining through the crack in the window pane

Numbs my brain, oh, Lord.

So open up the window and let me breathe,

I said, open up the window and let me breathe

I'm looking down to the street below

Lord, I cried for you, Oh, Lord.

The cool room, Lord, is a fool's room,

And I can almost smell your T.B. sheets

And I can almost smell your T.B. sheets, on your sick bed.

I gotta go, l gotta,

And you said, please stay.

I want, I want a drink of water,

I want a drink of water,

I went to the kitchen to get me a drink of water,

I gotta go baby.

I send, I send, I send somebody around her later,

You know we got John comin' around

Later with a bottle of wine for you, babe.

The cool room Lord, is a fool's room

And I can almost smell your T.B. sheets

I can almost smell your T.B. sheets

I gotta go.

Send 'round, send one that grumbles later on,

Will see what I can pick up for ya,

I got a few things gotta do,

Don't worry about it,

Don't worry about it, don't worry, up up go go go

I gotta go,

Gotta go, gotta go, gotta go, gotta go,

And all right, all right,

I turned on the radio, if you wanna hear a few tunes,

I'll turn the radio on for you

Sweet Papa Crimbo · March 26, 2006

I still smell tobacco on my fingers

My breath reeks of pot and wine and sex

My eyes open up like they haven

M. (hristine · March 26, 2006

They sent him to the sweet by and by

With a gurney and a needle and a Texas lullaby

At the time I was doing the dishes.

I rinsed off a glass and set it to dry,

Turned off the radio, closed my eyes

And I wished that horses were wishes

The children next door had come out to play.

Their voices carried on the bright green day.

And who are we? Who are we anyway?

March 28, 2006

please remember me, happily

by the rosebush laughing

with bruises on my chin, the time when

we counted every black car passing

your house beneath the hill, and up until

someone caught us in the kitchen

with maps, a mountain range, a piggy bank

a vision too removed to mention

but please remember me, fondly

i heard from someone you're still pretty

and then they went on to say that the Pearly Gates

had some eloquent graffiti

like:

wheelco · March 29, 2006

Fikus Tree, a dream to me

It cost me nothing, it was free

watching water till it boils

none of this is charged to me

Dude · March 29, 2006

We can talk all night, we can talk all day

We can play charades when there is nothing to say