Wednesday, December 8, 2010

waiting on perfect

While I was waiting on those perfect words,
to write your perfect sonnnngggg,

i remember it all.... so vividly,
the memories echo... through my mind,
the words you said... the way you smiled,
how could i'''... be so blind,

the conversation see'''med... to want to flow,
it came ou'''t... pure as rain,
while we''''.. were stuck there...lost in time,
my world just...seemed to cha''nge,

but somehow'''.... i had left that night,
with nothin'... but a name,
and a hope and prayer that just maybe,
our paths would cross again some day,

i guess i was waiting on'... the perfect words,
to write that'... perfect song,
looking forrrrr'... the perfect time,
that i'... could just sing along,

waiting for'''.... that magic place,
to wri'te that.... perfect rhyme,
that would lead us... to another day,
waiting...as it all just passed me by,

Friday, November 19, 2010

there came me....

momma was a good lil’ girl.. till daddy come along,
got a ticket to the concert show.. where she heard him sing his song,
and she was gone…
gone… aint never been back again,
yeah she was gone.. lonnnnggg gone,
like a gypsy flower blowin’ in the wind,

a few months later in some town... on down the road,
the sheriff shining his spot light.. caught himself quite a show,
ohhhh.. there they were,
high as hell.. swimmin’ naked in the creek,
whooo-ohhh-ohhh... and 9 months later,
whooooo-ooooohhhhh.. there come me,

wild and free,
whoo-oohhh... a gypsy child born upon a dream,
whoooo-ohhhh-ohhh… there come me,

momma'd sing me lullabies at night.. while daddy was on the road,
we’d sit and count the days and nights… till daddy’d be comin’ home,
so we could sing,
lord yes we gonna sing,
whooo-ohhh-ohhhh, mom, and dad, and me,

then one day uncle sam come calling.. took daddy on off to war,
he come back home a few years later.. but he didn’t sing no more,
it must have been,
alllllll the damn things he’d done and seen,
nooo-ohh-ohhh.. but when he come home... no longer would he sing,

some years later I went and found me... daddy's old guitar,
taught myself to pick a tune... and now'owwwww here we are,

wild and free,
whoo-oohhh-ohhh... a gypsy child born upon a dream,
whoooo-ohhhh-ohhh… here come me,

one day i come home high as hell... trying to sneak in the back door,
and I caught daddy listenin’ to my songs.. tapping his feet on the floor,
just like a dream,
ohhhohh-how sweet it was when I heard daddy sing,
whooo-ohhh-ohhh... there come me,

as you can see, whhhoooo-ohhh-ohhh,
I never chose this life, nooo-ooohh-ohh it done choooose me,
whooohhh-oohhh-ohhh... wild and free,
whhooo-ohhh.. a gypsy child born upon a dream,

whooo-ohhh-ohhh.. there come me

(fading)
momma was a good lil girl.. till daddy came along,
got a ticket to the concert show.. where she heard him sing his song,
whoo-ohhh-ohh, and then came me….

Tuesday, November 16, 2010

i had written it all wrong

with a broken bottle full of empty dreams…
lost somewhere along this old highway,

i ordered up another round…
to wash on down the bitter taste of never-mind…
before I got back on my way,

flash photography of years gone by…
running back inside my mind,
and how those memories I had tried to trap down…
within my rhymes,

the misinterpretations that I sometimes get…
couldn’t be blamed on the words…
for which they came,

but only by the distortion and corruption of…
the delusion of the way this world has told us…
it had to be,

for the truth we know inside us lord…
and it tries to find its way out…
from time to time,

all I can do is pick up a pen…
and write in on a bar napkin…
before they throw me out again…
saying you've had too much my friend…
and I have to go and stumble on my way,

many times the words don’t come out right…
distorted by the climate that I’m in,
and it wasn’t till after many a year gone by…
that i realized I had written it all wrong,


see the hero always get’s the girl…
the villain never gets away…
and karma is more than my stripper friend…
who left me broke and busted…
on the side of that cold highway,

politicians are always looking out for you…
and don’t you ever doubt their words…
because their words are always true,

and good hard work and sacrifice…
always leads to better days and nights,
and no one ever got ahead…
by knocking someone else down,

and the musicians that win the awards…
well…
that's always because of the way they sound,

good guys never finish last…
our mistakes stay in the past…
and there’s always a silver lining…
to every storm,

and if you’re eating up any of this shit…
I’m gonna go out back and take a piss…
and this guitar will play the rest…
and you can just sit there and sing along,

the misinterpretations that I sometimes get…
couldn’t be blamed on the words…
for which they came,

but only by the distortion and corruption of…
the delusion of the way this world has told us…
it had to be,

for the truth we know inside us lord…
and it tries to find its way out…
from time to time,

all I can do is pick up a pen…
and write in on a bar napkin…
before they throw me out again…
saying you've had too much my friend…
and I have to go and stumble on my way, but many times the words don’t come out right…
distorted by the climate…
that I’m in,

and it wasn’t till after many a year gone by…
that i realized I had written it all wrong,

Wednesday, October 20, 2010

Gone but not forgotten

ashes to ashes.. and dust to dust,
back to the earth.. from which you came,
you may be gone.. but not forgotten,
Lord how many lives.. you changed,

we lay you in the.. ground tomorrow,
tonight your body we.. gather round,
paying tribute.. to all the memories,
even in this sadness.. I can't be down,

oh how we laughed at.. all the stories,
many I wouldn't.. dare to tell,
with you my friend.. it was never boring,
we sure did our share of.. raising hell,

ashes to ashes.. and dust to dust,
back to the earth.. from which you came,
you may be gone.. but not forgotten,
Lord how many lives.. you changed,

you sure lit up.. any room you entered,
lifted me up anytime.. I felt down,
got us out of any trouble,
just by flashing.. that ornry smile,

oh dear god.. how were gonna miss you,
can't believe.. your really gone,
but those memories.. will live forever,
with those left to.. carry on,

ashes to ashes.. and dust to dust,
back to the earth.. from which you came,
you'll never.. be gone or forgotten,
not with.. how many lives you changed,

we lay you.. in the ground tomorrow,
tonight your body.. we gather round,
paying tribute to.. all the memories,
even in this sadness.. I can't be down,

they say every end.. is a beginning,
and every beginning.. is an end,
so i guess until i meet you on the other side,
ill be down here missing you my friend,

Thursday, October 14, 2010

cant you just leave us one angel...

they say the good die young,
but do you have to prove us that again,
im asking just this once,
can you just bless us with more time with our friend,

he's always been the sunshine,
even through the pouring rain,
could laugh his way through anything,
never showed a sign of pain,

i know you need your angles,
to help you with the fight,
i know those damn demons,
i wrestle with them every night,

he's always been a good soldier,
with everything he'd ever do,
from standing tall for us in the desert,
to teaching a kid to tie his shoe,

he never let the darkness or fear drag him down
through the worst of anything he still played the clown,

always had us laughing always raising hell,
that ornry little smile we all go to know so well,

he's got a wife and family,
and a future going strong,
you can put me in his place if you need to,
for all that ive done wrong,


i know you need your angles,
to help you with the fight,
against those damn demons,
i wrestle with them every night,

he's always been a good soldier,
with everything he'd ever do,
from standing tall for us in the desert,
to teaching a kid to tie his shoes,

he never let the darkness or fear drag him down
through the worst of anything he still played the clown,

always had us laughing, always raising hell,
that ornry little smile, we all go to know so well,

good god we need our angels, down here just the same,
if you havent noticed, this worlds going up in flames,

with all thats caving in around us,
do you really need to call home,
one of the few angels among us,
not afraid to bare the load,


do you think just maybe, this time you could spare,
not for his sake, but for the same of us down here,
i know this might sound greedy, but i dont wanna let him go,
and im gonna have to understand, if you decide to call him home,


i know you need your angles,
to help you with the fight,
against those damn demons,
i wrestle with them every night,

he's always been a good soldier,
with everything he'd ever do,
from standing tall for us in the desert,
to teaching a kid to tie his shoes,

he never let the darkness or fear drag him down
through the worst of anything he still played the clown,

always had us laughing, always raising hell,
that ornry little smile, we all go to know so well,

if your calling home this angel,
just answer one prayer from me,
teach me to be half the angel,
while im down here that was he,

Tuesday, October 12, 2010

repeats the curse

hurry up fast forward, now put it in reverse,
just like a soap opera, repeats the curse,
she knocks it all down, to build it back up again
grabbing on to anything, she can squeeze in her hands,

afraid to let go and let things be
just like saran wrap she likes to cling
she knows what she wants all the time,
right up until she changes her mind,

afraid to let go, afraid to hang on,
afraid of loosing anything she lays her eyes upon,

she lost herself a long time ago,
now lost it the world, doesnt know how to flow,

trying to find herself a better way,
trying so damn hard, she chases it all away,
hoping somewhere to find a better day,
oh why's this world gotta be this way,

Thursday, October 7, 2010

loosen up and be in it

you gotta loosen up and be in it,
thats whatcha gotta do,
gotta set your spirit free,
this worlds for you,

if you spend your time worrying,
it'll pass you right by,
if you think that you can change it,
go head and try,


you can spend your time a fretting,
cause its not what you like,
but your gonna miss all the good times,
they gonna pass you right by,

you gotta loosen up and be in it,
thats whatcha gotta do,
gotta set your spirit free,
this worlds for you,

if you spend your time worrying,
it'll pass you right by,
if you think that you can change it,
go head and try,


there is something to be said,
for justa going with the flow,
it’s a long road ahead,
where it goes no one’l know,

you can spend your time a planning,
worrying how its gonna go,
but its never gonna be perfect,
you gotta learn to let it flow,

you gotta loosen up and be in it,
thats whatcha gotta do,
gotta set your spirit free,
this worlds for you,

if you spend your time worrying,
it'll pass you right by,
if you think that you can change it,
go head and try,


but if you spend your time a fretting,
cause its not what you like,
your gonna miss all the good times,
they gonna pass you right by,

you gotta loosen up and be in it,
thats whatcha gotta do,
gotta set your spirit free,
this worlds for you,

if you spend your time worrying,
it'll pass you right by,
if you think that you can change it,
go head and try,

Tuesday, September 28, 2010

will you walk with me...

would you walk with me...
through the sands of time,
would you walk with me...
hold your hand in mine,

will you stay with me...
through the thick and thin,
be by my side...
with me lose or win,


no sweet girl...
i don’t wanna make you mine,
i would never want to own...
something so divine,

all i ask...
is if you'll-walk here by my side,
hand and hand,
as we cross this great divide,

through this world...
through the valleys high and low,
there’s just one thing...
that i need to know,



will you dance with me...
when it starts pouring rain,
will you answer me...
when i call your name,

will you my dear...
let me keep you safe and sound,
will you lift me up...
each time that i fall down,


no sweet girl...
i don’t wanna make you mine,
i would never want to own...
something so divine,

all i ask...
if-you'll-walk here by my side,
hand and hand...
as-we-cross this great divide,

through this world...
through the valleys high and low,
there’s just one thing...
that i need to know,


will you lay with me...
even on my bed of nails,
when my world falls down...
and all that’s left is broken shells,

will you let me please...
do the same for you,
will you let me show...
you that this love is true,


no sweet girl...
i don’t wanna make you mine,
i would never want to own...
something so divine,

all i ask is...
if you'll walk here by my side,
hand and hand...
as we cross this great divide,

through this world...
through the valleys high and low,
there’s just one thing...
that i need to know,


will you walk with me...
through the sands of time,
will you walk with me...
hold your hand in mine,

will you dance with me...
when it starts pouring rain,
will you answer me...
when i call your name,

Monday, September 27, 2010

the perfect words for your song...

I guess I left you waiting
here alone to long
While I was out there searching
for the perfect words to write your song

hell I can't blame
in your shoes I'd probably do the same,
Oh hell maybe not me,
but anyone with half a brain,

I hear you booked the big hall,
Up on the east side of town,
you know if we would ever did it,
that ain't the way it woulda went down,
hell if you woulda ran with me,
We'd still be out rambling round,

I guess I left you waiting,
here alone to long,
While i was out there searching,
For the perfect words for your song,

hell no one can blame you,
he was the safer way,
he can promise you tomorrow,
all i can offer is today,

he better hold you close beside him,
when you need to cry,
he better stand there waiting to catch you,
when you want to fly,

will he cry into his pillow,
drunken whiskey tears,
thinking of you to the jukebox,
With every sad song he hears,

will he chase away the waitress,
who wanted to take him home,
by boring her with sob stories,
of how he did you wrong,

hell no one can blame you,
he was the safer way,
he'll promise you tomorrow,
I barely made it here today,

I guess it's he that can offer you,
all the things you need,
but would he be walk here through the night to see you,
so far his feet bleed,

I don't have much to offer,
just good luck and goodbye,
and the knowing that you'll stay in my heart
as the years pass us bye,

I guess I left you waiting,
here alone way to long,
while I was out there searching,
for the perfect words for your song,

the problem is...

Note: this was written by responses to facebook status messages that started from a friend, i thought it flowed nicely and one day may turn it into a song...

Brent:
Population keeps breeding
Nation bleeding, still more feeding

Life is funny, skies are sunny
Bees make honey, who needs money?

I’d love to save the world,
But don’t know what to do
So ill just sit back
And leave it up to you

Austin:
Progress is made, while regress still rains
To leave us in shade, and undress the pains

Emo it's not, but lies remain taught.
The elixir for all is well-reasoned thought.

Buddy:
we all cry for change,
but hide in our weakness,
when things fall apart,
we cry to others "pick up the pieces",

no longer take pride, to stand on our own,
just cry out for a savior, to stand on a throne,

how can anyone save you,
when its from yourself you need saved,
greed, lust, and envy,
have this broken road paved,

as long as we cry out for others to lead,
when all we want are handouts off which we can feed,

as long as we continue to teach our children to hate,
we are dooming this world to this lovely cursed fate,

so dont cry to me how everyone else is wrong,
when in the end we are all singing,
this same damn sad song,

Sunday, September 26, 2010

found my way to new orleans...

I mighta got lost on my way to heaven,
But I found my way to new Orleans,
Tasted some of that jambalaya,
And had a dance with a Cajun queen,

Met some lovely ladies from Mississippi,
Feasted in some crawfish pie,
Yeah this might not be heaven,
But if it ain't I don't wanna die,

All these pretty ladies,
Said they like the way I move my feet,
Somehow that hillbilly shuffle,
Moves right along to the Cajun beat,

Music on every street corner,
From miles and miles you hear the trumpets blare,
Yeah for those nights in bourbon,
Lord I didn't have a care,

Yeah I got lost on the way to heaven,
But I found my way to New Orleans,
Feasted on some jambalaya,
Must have danced with every Cajun queen,

Met some ladies from Mississippi,
Said they loved the way I moved my feet,
It's kinda funny how the hillbilly shuffle,
Moves right along to the Cajun beat,

Ain't to many places left in this country,
Where you can still find people dancing in the street,
I might not ever find my way to heaven,
But i thank god for New Orleans.....

Thursday, September 9, 2010

love, love for the sake of loving...

honey i need you,
baby don't you want me,
darling won't you meet me,
somewhere in the country,

and we'll love..
love for the sake of loving,
and we'll dream..
dream of nothing but the moment we're caught in,
and we'll love..
love for the sake of loving,

we won't take with us the damage,
of all of our yesteryear,
talk of the future,
will be far from what you'll hear,

if your listening,
listening to what our hearts are saying,
as they connect,
con-nect with the words of passion,
as we love,
love for the sake of loving,


and we'll dream,
dream of nothing but the moment we're caught in,
and we'll be,
be whatever our hearts are feeling,
and we'll love..
love for the sake of loving,

honey i need you,
baby don't you want me,
darling won't you meet me,
somewhere in the country,

Monday, September 6, 2010

i just dont know what that means


i said i like you,
i just dont know what that means,
im just a young man,
living an old life of broken dreams,

when your laughing,
it makes me feel inside,
like somehow/someday,
everything will be alright,

i said i like you,
i just dont know what that means,


i spend my days wandering,
through this world all alone,
looking for reasons,
that i can keep going on,

ive never had to,
lean on anyone,
ive never learned to,
let there be someone,

i could count on,
to be there by my side,
if i said that didnt scare me,
that would be a lie,

truth is im a rambler,
i was born a gypsie soul,
spend my time searching,
for what it is i do not know,

but it haunts me,
and makes me chase away,
any idea of tomorrow,
that would slow down my today,

but girl know that

i like you,
i just dont know what that means,
im a young man,
living an old life of broken dreams,

when your with me,
and your hand brushes mine,
i feel a warmth inside me,
that just seems to stop time,

yes i like you,
i just dont know what that means


but yet i already know that im leaving,
i do wish that i could stay,
but im a rambler,
i dont know any other way,

when i feel myself getting close,
or caring for someone,
it scares me,
it chills me and hits my urge to run,

so im back to searching,
for what it is i do not know,

but just know that

i like you,
i just dont know what that means,
im a young man,
living an old life of broken dreams,

when your laughing,
and i look into your eyes,
it makes me feel inside,
like someday/ somehow,
every thing will be alright,

yes girl i like you,
i just dont know what that means,

Friday, August 20, 2010

ride away,

shaking the cobwebs from my head,
as i pick my clothes up off the floor.
yesterdays whiskey on my breath,
trying to recall the night before.

the blonde laying here beside me,
tells me last night must have been fun,
but lost somewhere is the memory,
of whatever we had done,

wondering if i should wake this pretty lady,
and give her a kiss goodbye,
but i cant even begin to recall her name,
and my mouth is awful dry,

if she only knew how much i wish,
i could find a way to stay,
sometimes the hardest part of being a cowboy,
is always having to ride away,

with all the places i have been,
and the things that i have done,
you'd think that id be loving,
this life out on the run,

so many different women,
so many different towns,
but all that they have left me,
was a man i want to drown,

god knows i only wish,
that i could find a way to stay,
sometimes the hardest part of being a cowboy,
is always having to ride away,


theres a yearning deep within me,
always wanting to be free,
always running from commitment,
or anything that would tie me down,
to anything other than running,
running myself into the ground,


with all the places i have been,
and the things that i have done,
you'd think that id be loving,
this life out on the run,

so many different women,
so many different towns,
but all that they have left me,
was a man i want to drown,

god knows i only wish i,
could find a way to stay,
sometimes the hardest part of being a cowboy,
is always having to ride away,

Sunday, August 15, 2010

life, and death, and apple trees,


come, on-now-pretty-lady, won't you walk-with-me,
i know', a-little-spot, on', dow'n-by-the-creek,

we', can-get-to-talkin'-bout', what'-shit-means,
like life, and death, and a'pple trees,
talkin' life, and death, and a'pple trees,


dow'n, in-the-holler,
sit', tin'-on-a-log,
lis', nin'-to-the-music, of a chir'pin' frog,

hol', din'-your-hand,
and walk, 'in'-in-the-rain,
when your', by-my-side, i-can-feel-no-pain,
with' you by my side i can feel no pain,


come', on-now-pretty-lady, wont', you-walk'-with-me,
i know', a-little-spot, on-down'-by-the-creek,

we, can' get-to-talkin', bout what'-shit-means,
like life, and death, and a'pple trees,
talkin' life, and death, and a'pple trees,


the sim', ple-kinda-life,
that's what', we'll-lead,
if', there's room-in'-your-life,
for', my-fiddle-and-me,

wor', kin'-all-day, an'd at-night-we-can-sing,
about life, and death, and a'pple trees,
throughout', life, and death, and a'pple trees,



come', on-now-pretty-lady, wont', you-walk'-with-me,
i know', a-little-spot, on-down'-by-the-creek,

we, can' get-to-talkin', bout what'-shit-means,
like life, and death, and a'pple trees,
throughout', life, and death, and a'pple trees,
talkin', life, and death, and a'pple trees,
life, and death and a'pple trees...

need to find my way home

Can somebody
tell me how,
I'm so lonely
in a crowd.
Can somebody point the way,
to a better day.

I'm tired of roaming through alone,
I gotta find,...
my way home.

Oh help me find my way.
I need to find
a better day.

Tired of roaming all alone.
Need to find,...
my way home.

Can somebody
shine the light.
I need to make it,
through the night.

Can someone
lead the way,
I need to find
a better day.

Tired of roaming
all alone,
need to find,...
my way home.

Saturday, August 14, 2010

theres a place, theres a place, that i never should have been

through the hills,
through the hills,
cross the holler, round the bend,

theres a place,
theres a place,
that i should have never been,


i met a pretty girl,
sally may was her name,
and since that awful night,
my lifes never been the same,

through the hills,
through the hills,
cross the holler, round the bend,
theres a place,
theres a place,
that i should have never been,

it was tuesday night,
was nine thirty, was downtown,
thought id have a beer,
and show myself around,


i was sitting at the bar,
as lonesome as can be,
when the redhead cross the bar,
started smiling back at me,

i ordered up a beer,
and thought i'd take a chance,
made my way across the bar,
to ask that girl to dance,

through the hills,
through the hills,
cross the holler, round the bend,

theres a place,
theres a place,
that i should have never been,


one dance turned into two,
then we shut down the bar,
she said follow me,
as i walked out to my car,

we got to her house,
and hopped right in the bed,
oh how lucky a man was i,
with this pretty red head,

just when we were,
starting to have some fun,
i looked up and saw,
her husband with a gun,

through the hills,
through the hills,
cross the holler, round the bend,

theres a place,
theres a place,
that i should have never been,


he began to scream,
and she began to cry,
and fearful for my life,
laying there was i,

when he turned his head,
out the door i ran,
running away,
just as fast as i can,

through the hills,
through the hills,
cross the holler, round the bend,

theres a place,
theres a place,
that i should have never been,


when i made it to my car,
i thought the coast was clean,
but i couldnt ignore the sound,
of her awful scream,

through the hills,
through the hills,
cross the holler, round the bend,

theres a place,
theres a place,
that i should have never been,


so i reached into the car,
and i pulled out my gun,
and ever since that night,
ive been out here on the run,

through the hills,
through the hills,
cross the holler, round the bend,

theres a place,
theres a place,
that i should have never been,


through the hills,
through the hills,
cross the holler, round the bend,

theres a place,
theres a place,
that i never should have been,

Thursday, August 12, 2010

trying to be my fathers son...

That ol' sun rises offly early,
when the bar don't close till 3,
and this life that im a leadin',
it's gonna be the end of me,

playing rock star in the evening,
and farm boy in the morn,
has my back feeling offly tired,
and my body feelin' offly worn,

people ask me how i do it,
i say cause it needs done,
and thats just the life im leading,
trying to be my fathers son,

Tuesday, August 10, 2010

App' a' lach' ian' white trash'

App' a' lach' ian' white trash'
Grow'd up in da trailer patch'
he learn'd young to skin a' buck
and jerry rig a pick'up truck

al'ways gonna' clean his plate
rare'ly gonna' get a date
when he does he'll treat her right
giggin frogs by moonlight

App' a' lach' ian' white trash'
Grow'd up in da trailer patch'


miss'in' his left front tooth
from that fist fight with cousin lue,
called his sister an awful name,
when he got home he did the same,

Ap p' a' lach' ian' white trash'
Grow'd up in da trailer patch'

Monday, August 2, 2010

sailing the starboard side of crazy...

sail'ing'.. the starboard.. side of crazy,
through these.. bro'ken' seas,
caught some'where'.. be'tween re'demp'tion,
and the fier'y.. pits be'neath,

search'ing.. for the truth.. in'side the bot'tle,
for how.. this world.. should be,
sail'ing.. the starboard.. side of crazy,
through these drunk'en' seas,

gypsie souls.. aren't long for,
a life of.. nine to five,
and each day.. they stay.. trapped with'in,
they feel.. much less.. a'live,

if on'ly.. for a little while,
they need to.. run away
to escape from.. all the fake'ness,
of what.. we call.. re'al'it'ay',
where everyone.. wants you.. to be some'thing,
and you..just want.. to be,

sail'ing'.. the starboard.. side of crazy,
through these.. bro'ken' seas,
caught some'where'.. be'tween re'demp'tion,
and the fier'y.. pits be'neath,

search'ing.. for the truth.. in'side the bot'tle,
for how.. this world.. should be,
sail'ing.. the starboard.. side of crazy,
through these drunk'en' seas,

there's some'thing.. magic... in the potion,
of the.. music.. and the sea,
and the people.. drawn to it,
to set their spirits free,

leav'ing'.. the world.. behind them,
if only.. for a few days,
where they can.. get lost.. to'geth'er',
as they.. sail away,

sail'ing'.. the starboard.. side of crazy,
through these.. bro'ken' seas,
caught some'where'.. be'tween re'demp'tion,
and the fier'y.. pits be'neath,

search'ing.. for the truth.. in'side the bot'tle,
for how.. this world.. should be,
sail'ing.. the starboard.. side of crazy,
through these drunk'en' seas,

three days.. in'to'.. a bender,
and their... still go'ing' strong,
whether hi'ding'.. from a.. hang'o'ver',
or just try'ing' to ha'a'a'a'a'an'an'an'an'ng'ng'ng'ng'ng'g'g'g' ah'ah'ah'ah'ah'ah'aaaah'hhhhhhhhhhhhnnnnnnnnN...

Thursday, July 15, 2010

The tough love of the mountain...

V1

from the time that I was born,
she never made it easy.
quickly learned to climb,
the hills she lay before me.

she always gave me just enough,
so I could make it by.
but at times it was do damn tough, that,
I’d break down and cry.

V2

when I’d make it to the city, lord,
just couldn’t understand.
people afraid to do anything,
that put calluses on their hands.

I loved coming down to party,
boy, don’t get me wrong.
but it wouldn’t take me long before,
the mountain called me home.

Bridge

see me and mama nature,
we got awful tight.
surviving through the seasons,
through those cold and lonesome nights.

Chorus


the tough love of the mountain,
lord it made me who I am.
made me a survivor, yeah,
made me love the land.

she stood their tall and proud,
yeah, never seemed to change.
just rolled on through the seasons,
but always stayed the same.

through the deep snows in the winter,
and the spring times pouring rain.
from the hills I had to climb,
to the whiskey in my veins.

my feet got hard and weathered,
my steps got tried and sure.
she’d beat me like a rented mule,
but Id come back for more.


Bridge

lord with all she gave me,
I’d never change a thing.
she made me a survivor, lord,
gave me this song to sing.

Chorus



the tough love of the mountain,
lord it made me who I am.
made me a survivor, yeah,
made me love the land.

stood their tall and proud,
yeah, never seemed to change.
she’d just rolls on through the seasons,
but always stays the same.

through the deep snows in the winter,
and the spring times pouring rain.
from the hills I had to climb,
to the whiskey in my veins.

my feet got hard and weathered,
but my steps got tried and sure.
she’d beat me like a rented mule,
but Id come back for more.


V3

I guess having things the easy way,
just isn’t in my blood.
Im a sucker for a challenge,
that’s why this life I love.

I guess that’s the reason, why,
no matter where I’d roam,
it doesn't take long before,
the mountain call me home.

Bridge

see me and mama nature,
we got awful tight.
surviving through the seasons,
through those cold and lonesome nights.

Chorus


the tough love of the mountain,
lord , it made me who I am.
made me a survivor, yeah,
made me love the land.

she stood their tall and proud,
yeah, never seemed to change.
she’d just roll on through the seasons,
but always stay the same.

through the deep snows in the winter,
and the spring times pouring rain.
from all the hills I had to climb,
to the whiskey in my veins

my feet got hard and weathered,
but my steps got tried and sure.
she’d beat me like a rented mule,
but I'd come back for more. .

Close


the tough love of the mountain,
lord, it made me who I am.
made me a survivor, yeah
made me love the land.

she stood their tall and proud,
yeah, never seemed to change.
just rolled on through the seasons,
but always stay the same.

Friday, June 25, 2010

Answer the call...

There's a voice that you've been hearing,
Telling you that somethings wrong.

There are things that you've been seeing,
Telling you it won't be long.

There are children in the dessert dying.
mothers in their backyards crying.
leaders on their soapboxes lying.
As you sit there and listen to the words of this song.

And there's a voice that you've been hearing.
Telling you that somethings wrong.

There are things that you've been seeing,
Telling you it won't be long.

Our mother earth cries to us,
trying to get us to hear.
she tells us we've lost our ways,
but we just turn a death ear.

She shakes us with earthquakes,
pours down flooding rains,
and yet we still dont want to hear.

So now her tears of oil bleed into our oceans,
painting us with our shame,
but yet those of us far enough away, laugh at this dirty game,
as we still keep marching on as if their is nothing to fear.

There's a voice that you've been hearing,
Telling you that somethings wrong.

There are things that you've been seeing,
Telling you it won't be long.


Their are threats to our freedom,
that come from a different voice.
They teach us that we must follow them,
as if we don't have a choice.

Their and blinded ones following,
as their song has such a ring,
filled with promises of brighter days.

But beneath all the glittered promises,
lies the truth of more of the same.

There's a voice that you've been hearing,
Telling you that somethings wrong.

There are things that you've been seeing,
Telling you it won't be long.

So if you are listening,
maybe it's time you answered the call.
Stood up for your freedoms,
and told them that it won't be long.

For the truth is not always the most popular song.
But those who walk with it, are walking where they belong.
And if the words speak to you, there are things to do, do dont sit and let this time fade.
Stand up for the riteous blood will never be spilled in vein.

There's a voice that you've been hearing,
Telling you that somethings wrong.

There are things that you've been seeing,
Telling you it won't be long.

So if you are listening,
maybe it's time you answered the call.
Stood up for your freedoms,
and told them that it won't be long.

Tuesday, June 22, 2010

just give me one last ride

it was hard to see him laying there,
he looked like he'd been through hell,
the scars and bruises all over him,
told the story very well,

they said it'd been an awful crash,
must have been going a hundred and twelve,
when them semi trailer had cut him off,
and sent him over that guard rail,

i tried to fight the tears back,
as i sat down to say goodbye,
and could swear i heard a enginer purr,
as he opened up his eyes,

he looked at me and could see my fear,
so he tried to calm me down,
he laughed and said well wheres the booze,
ive got some pain i need to drown,

and he said hey man this is the end,
i aint gonna make it to your show,
ive got a restless soul that was born to ride,
and its my time to go,

then he said but there is one thing i gotta ask you to do,
man you gotta get me out of here i dont wanna die in this room,
he looked over at the window seal and said i need some air,
prop that window open so i can breathe,
and help me to that chair,

he fought with all that he could give,
as i took him by the arm,
and as he got close to the window he started to sing a song,

he said...

I ain't praying for tomorrow.
No I dont want back yesterday.
I just wanna beg still or borrow,
just Whats left of today.

lord i know that Im leaving.
I know that it's my time.
But with the last few breaths Im breathing.
Lord all im asking,
is give me just one last ride.

and as he said these words to me,
he rose up out that chair,
and it seemed like angels had lifted him,
as he floated through that air,

that room must have been 20 stories high,
as he went falling down,
and you could hear that engine purring again,
just before he hit the ground,

he said...


I ain't praying for tomorrow.
No I dont want back yesterday.
I just wanna beg still or borrow,
just Whats left of today.

lord that Im leaving.
I know that it's my time.
But with the last few breaths Im breathing.
Lord give me just one last ride.

Sunday, April 4, 2010

day 2

He woke up feeling good to face the day.
thought how nice it was to have a morning feel this way.
The day before yesterday he dumped that bottle down the drain.
Told himself and everyone that he was going clean.
But hell that was yesterday and today the boys have that poker game.
And whats the harm of throwing a few back to try and numb the pain.

Day one, well that one's easy.
Day one, everyone's on your side.
Day one, is just the beginning.
Day one, starting up that mountainside.
Day one, looking for redemption.
Day one, got nothing to lose.
Day one, it's how your start it.
Day one, but what about Day two.

yesterday she left that telephone on the hook
went out with some friends, then sat down and read a book
it felt good to fight back the urge
that guys never been any good for her

she told herself it was over, never again, was she going back
it was time to fight redemption, time to get her life back on track

but this morning she's feeling kinda low
she a little lost and wondering where to go

Day one, well that one's easy.
Day one, everyone's on your side.
Day one, is just the beginning.
Day one, starting up that mountainside.
Day one, looking for redemption.
Day one, got nothing to lose.
Day one, it's how your start it.
Day one, but what about Day two.

Sunday, March 14, 2010

i didn't chose this life, it chose me

When I was just a little boy, Grandpa had me, bouncing on his knee.
Telling me stories, about life, and how things used to be.

he told me boy this life is filled with cross roads, we've gotta make hard decisions everyday.
And we can a spend our whole lives wondrin. How it might have came out, if we had just gone the other way.

but in the end, what's it really matter,
we all, gotta play the cards were dealt.

And all the consequences ,of my, decisions.
Well they are there, in those pictures, that line that shelf.

and I wouldn't trade this life, I'm living.
As then I might not have this boy here on my knee.
And I know, he's gonna write his own history.

He's gonna change this world, you'll see.
and one day, hell be lookin back, backward. With his own, grandson, on his knee.

yeah son, that's the real beauty, of living this life and being free.
And even though I got to make the choices, hell I know, the one in charge it wasn't me. 0

I was just following my directions, wrote by, the man, who deals the cards.
Following, a path, that had been written, long before he put me in charge.

so son I just hope, you remember.
To thank him, once, in a while.

for all of your bad decisions, cause in the end they'll all work themselves out.
And if your lucky they'll lead to memories, and pictures to line your own shelves.

yes we get to make our own choices, its the beauty of being free.
But in the end I think you'll agree. T
the one thing I can say for certain, i didn't chose this life, it chose me.

Monday, January 4, 2010

She's gonna love you like a chainsaw.

She's gonna love you like a chainsaw.
get you heated up then leave you raw.
lure you in with that pretty smile.
Has that moves ll drive a man wild.

She'll seduce you with those pretty eyes.
hypnotize with those tight thighs.
While your there she'll make you feel alive.
everyman that loves her eventually cries.

She's gonna love you like a chainsaw.
get you heated up then leave you raw.
lure you in with that pretty smile.
Has that moves drive a man wild.

Her kind of love is fast and hard.
Never lasts and leaves your scarred.
Rips you up inside and out.
torn to pieces before you have time to shout.

She'll seduce you with those pretty eyes.
You'll fall in love with those tight thighs.
Once your in she'll make you feel alive.
everyman that loves her eventually cries.

She's gonna love you like a chainsaw.
get you heated up then leave you raw.
lure you in with that pretty smile.
Has that moves drive a man wild.

Saturday, January 2, 2010

from hello to goodbye...

just a poet looking for a song,
found one with her, tried to sing along,
it felt so right,
we both knew it was wrong,
but wrong or right those feelings were so strong,

from hello to goodbye,
lord it was such a ride,
kind of feelings make you feel alive,
from hello to goodbye,

the pretty smile from my cheesy line,
flirtations went on for all night,
caught in the moments forgot about our lives,
under the romanticism of the neon lights,

from hello to goodbye,
lord it was such a ride,
kind of feelings make you feel alive,
from hello to goodbye,

it carried on for a week or so,
trying to deny what we already know,
things were bound to crash,
we both had to go,

even though it couldn't last
a different stone i would never cast,
only regret that it went by so fast,

from hello to goodbye,
lord it was such a ride,
kind of feelings make you feel alive,
from hello to goodbye,