Thursday, May 28, 2009

Singing my daddy's song

I saw her fight back the tear,
as she reached for her guitar,
I heard her say this one's a little special,
as I sat down at the bar,

she said I found these lyrics,
in my daddy's old suitcase,
he must have written some time ago,
back before he passed away,

I sat and wrote the music,
so I could sing along,
so I sort of wrote this with my daddy,
so I could sing his song.

you could feel the songs emotion,
as it poured out so clear,
you could see the deep connection,
that made her feel so near,

then it hit me like a dagger,
and made me miss my dad,.
wishing we were on a river bank fishing,
like all the good times we had.

then I sat there wishing I had something,
as special as that song,
that could connect me to those memories,
so I could sing along,

then I sat there thinking,
well then I guess I do.
it's all the things he taught me,
that stick with me like glue.
it's all the silly habits,
the whiskey running through my veins,
these things that were passed down,
to help me feel his pain,

it's the waking every morning,
not afraid to face the day,
after being up all night partying,
afraid to let the night go away,

it's the things I'll teach my son,
so he can sing along,
as I pass on the traditions,
as I sing my daddy's song.

It's the takin’ care of momma,
its the stickin’ to my word.
It's the bullheaded selfish pride,
that can make me seem absurd.

it's the hiding my emotions,
its the staying out all night.
it's the black eyes and bloody knuckles,
from pickin’ the fist fights.


It's all a part of what I'm singing,
each and every day.
that was written in the memories,
and the legends he would say.

so if you feel like listening,
here I am to sing along.
but don't you dare disrespect what your hearing,
because it’s my daddy's song.

Tuesday, May 19, 2009

Dewey Beach you free my soul

wait--in', wait--in', for--the,
road-to-freedom.
wait--in', for--the, time--to,
break-these-chains.
shed--in, the-wor'--ries, and-pres--sures',
of-this-city.
hop--in', on--my, motorcycle,
headed-on-my-way.

pack--in', noth--in', but—my,
self-flip flops-and-dreams.

leav--in', friends--clothes,
expect-ations behind.

gonn--a', live--it, up--like,
nothing-to-lose.

gonn--a', rock--out, and get--a,
little-nuts-on-booze.

best--part, is-eve--ry', one--there,
will--be, do--in', the-same.
and-an--y', one-who-is--n't,
on'--ly, has--their, selves-to-blame.

Dew--ey, Dew--ey,
Dewey--beach, I-love-you-so.
Dew-ey, Dew--ey,
beach-you-free-my-soul.

wait--in', wait--in', for--the,
time-when-I-can-roll.
wait--in', wait--in',
to-hop—on-that-bike-and-go.


shedd--in', the-inhi--bitions,
and-pressures-of-this-city.
cruis--in', down--the,
road-and-head-ing to the beach.

pack--in', noth--in', but--my,
self-flip-flops-and-dreams.
leav--in', friends--clothes,
and-plan-ing-all-be'hind.

gon--na, live--it, up--like,
nothing-to-lose.
gon--na, rock-out,
get-a-lit'l-nuts-on-booze.

best--part, is-ev--ery, one-there
will-be-doing-the-same.

and-an--y', one-who-is--n't,
o'--nly, has--their, selves-to-blame.

Dew--ey, Dew--ey,
Dewey--beach, I-love-you-so.
Dew-ey, Dew--ey,
beach--you, free-my-soul.

Monday, May 18, 2009

leave the judgin' to the man

Leave the preachin’ to the preacher,
Leave the teachin’ to the teacher,
Leave the eatin’ to the hungry,
Leave the cryin’’ to the sad,

Leave the lovin’ to the lover,
Leave the nursin’ to the mother,
Leave them all alone to do their own living,
in this world that they’re givin,
and trust that they will do it,
in the best way that they can

so before you start your crying,
cause you don’t think their trying,
just cause they’re not living,
by what you thinks the plan,

maybe its time you take a second,
its about damn time I reckon,
maybe you ought to step on back,
and leave the judging to the man


there are people cold and hungry,
just trying to feed their family,
and maybe they find ways to do it,
that you might not approve,
there are people wild and crazy,
just livin’ for their moments,
trying to find some happiness,
before their lives are through,

it’s all a part of living,
in this crazy world we’re given,
and in the end we all make decisions,
on how to play the crazy game,
maybe their idea of how to play it,
and the way you chose to weigh it,
well maybe they ain’t ever,
suppose to be the same.

it’s easy to sit and judge others,
by your own standards,
without looking into why’s,
of why, they live their lives their way.
but the only one we should be judging,
is on the other end of the mirror,
and that’s the only one we need to be impressing,
at the end of any day.

so the thoughts that I’m expressin’,
are hear if you want to listen,
and if you don’t wanna hear it,
just turn your ear the other way.

and Ill just keep on signing,
to the people that will listen,
about how the world might be better,
when there comes the day.

Where we can….

Leave the preachin to the preacher,
Leave the teachin to the teacher,
Leave the eatin to the hungry,
Leave the crying to the sad,

Leave the loving to the lover,
Leave the protectin’ to the brother,
Leave them all to do their own livin’,
in this world that they’re givin,
and trust they’re gonna do it,
in the best way that they can

before you start your whining,
because you don’t think their trying,
just cause they’re not living,
by what you think's the plan,
maybe its time you take a second,
its about damn time I reckon,
maybe you ought to step on back,
and leave the judging to the man

Friday, May 1, 2009

A revolution by the people, to put an end to this swine flu

wakin’ up this mornin’ turning on the morning news,
to the red alert warnings,
that now we can just sleep right through.

if your catching all their selling,
you’d probably go insane,
the planet’s warming, wall streets falling,
and everyone’s in pain.
switch the channel up one station,
and our president is leadin’ us all straight to hell,
eatin up all of our freedoms,
draining all our resources from the well.

I’m not sayin’ this shit ain’t scary,
and that we shouldn’t all care.
but if you keep on crying the sky is falling every time someone sneezes,
eventually we all quit paying attention for the flair.

as I finish my mornin’ coffee and get ready to meet the day,
another red alert, I’m not paying attention to anyway.

then I think it’s funny,
all these china men wearing doctor masks,
so I try to listen a little closer,
to see if maybe, some fat guy’s passin’ gas.
they tell me I need to hide from other people,
and everything I need to do,
because again the sky is falling,
here comes the Swine Flu.

everybody run and hide,
lock yourself inside your house,
tape your doors shut with duck tape,
and waist away on your couch.

I’m sorry if I’m not biting,
hell maybe this is the end,
but I don’t wanna go down a prisoner,
locked inside this cage you want me to build,
all to get your political point across,
about some seat we should have filled.

so to all of my good people,
being herded around like sheep,
by this crooked government and their puppet media,
that we all rely on so deep.

maybe it’s time we step back,
I think it’s way over due,
to look at the real problem,
these guys are our swine flu.

they feed us all these stories,
to manipulate us to believe,
we need to rely on them to save us,
in this web they try to weave.

maybe if they spent half the time they spend preaching;
and actually do their jobs,
then we wouldn’t be facing all these problems,
which will soon lead to angry mobs?

but maybe that’s what we need,
maybe its way over due,
a revolution by the people,
to put an end to this swine flu.

good god she makes me feel

storming down the driveway,
tires throwing gravel in the air.
saying to myself, this time I’m done with her,
man this time I swear,

I cant keep letting her get to me,
she’s driving me insane,
she can make me so damn angry,
I can barely stand the pain.

then I just start laughing,
thinking about the last time,
and how much fun we had making up,
over my daddies sweet red wine.

she makes me angry, makes me bitter,
makes me happy, makes me cry,
sometimes makes me feel so empty,
like I'm broke inside,

she brings out these deep emotions,
from somewhere deep within my soul,
she takes me on this rollercoaster ride,
chalked with all these highs and lows,

you ask me why I keep going back,
man what is your deal,
This woman might not always make me happy,
but good god she makes me feel.


like back when I was hurting,
after my father had died,
I built walls so thick around me,
and wouldn’t let anyone inside.

then god sent her to me,
wearing that sweet smile,
she tore those walls down so quickly,
the only girl that’s ever seen me cry.

there’s something special about a woman,
who can make you want to cry.
and when she makes you angry.
something’ magic in the anger,
that can make you feel alive.

when a woman can bring you to your knees,
and float you into the clouds,
bring out your manliest man,
and wake up your inner child.

all of these emotions,
brought out so pure as snow.
well that’s a special feeling ,
that every man should get to know.

so when you find her hold on tightly,
and just enjoy the ride.
she will break down all your barriers,
even your foolish pride.

and it won’t always be happy,
won’t always be sad,
but it will be as real as anything,
anyone has ever had.

she makes me angry, makes me bitter,
makes me happy, makes me cry,
sometimes makes me feel so empty,
like I'm broke inside,

she brings out these deep emotions,
from somewhere deep within my soul,
she takes me on this rollercoaster ride,
chalked with all these highs and lows,
you ask me why I keep going back,
man what is your deal,
This woman might not always make me happy,
but good god she makes me feel.