Belamite Howling at the Moon
A belamite sat drinking
In a bar
On the dangerous left side
Of the city of Angels
By the rail road tracks
In the dark dangerous part of town
Where the police fear to tread
And the tourists never came
Twenty drinks too sober
The belamite drank
His way to hell
One bourbon, one scotch
And one beer
Drinking alone
With his buddies
Jack Daniels, Jim Beam, old grand dad
Mr. Bullit, Jonny Walker
He looked up
At the naked lady
Dancing with an attitude
That could kill an elephant
In heat
He stumbles out
Looks at the blood red blue moon
And begins howling at the moon
Liked an escaped banshee
From the depths of hell
The other drunken inmates
From that bar of evilness
Joined him in howling
at the rabbit in the moon
here be en emimy of tombstone jack
his eminy tried to shoot em back
but ole jack made em see the light
he done it fastr en he done it right
jack showd em the errer to his ways
he sure enoff put the end to his days
jack doe sent em to his eternal bed
with six guns ablazin en a heap of lead
Im aguessin he wanted em dead
at least that be what the rumerin said
now ole jack he done hisself a goodin
he done left the bar maid a cryin en wooin
worrin hed be alayin here a bullit ta his head
pushin up dayzes instead of winin a trade in lead
Author's Note:
the spelling, grammatical errors, and the dialect are done
intentionally. It is my attempt to keep within the 1800's era
writing style. A writer of that time was lucky to be able to write
their own name.
Saying why don't you just put a bullit in my
Brain and set me free you fool worshiping these
Want to be gods fallen from the lost in times stars ?
Make my wussy wet while I think of thee PG 13...
You bomb bearing hitches; attached to your millstone
Speakers snitches running to their golden bird atop
The flower of power; wilting upon the pond
A lily whom couldn't swim; so they attacked Isreal
Amid their last gasp confrontation ? A culmination while
Heaven laughed and Angels smiled at babies continuum in disarray..
Searching for dominence while bouncing within their blood drenched cribs.
His life is now constantly watched
What has he gotten himself into
They locked him away in the nuthouse
All he did was love but he was not loved
She was beautiful he loved her
We spent many evenings together
Had many happy times together
Until it changed his love got into drugs
She bought from dealers
She slept around
There was no more love for him
She eventually found the one for her
Late past midnight at the drive in
he waited and followed them
Back to their place
he entered in the front door
A pistol with a bullit
And end the fellow
Who stole from me
he quickly said
You take my love
I take your life
The police found him
Now he will be watched forever
There is a man who never smiles
He works his life away day by day
His past was bad so bad he will never smile again
At the age of ten his mother passed in a horrible car crash
He was lucky to have survived
Laying in the hospital striving to survive
At the age of fifteen he lost his daddy
Forty years of smoking and drinking finally caught up with him
His brother worked himself to death
He worked 25 years in the red hot sun never took a day off
Took a lot of hits from the prisoners he guarded
Now all this man has left in life is himself
A pistol and a bullit
A shotglass and whiskey
Pull the trigger
Say goodbye
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