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Time wasted.
Time gone.
Alone and empty with nothing to show.
I look down at my hands.
Their empty, red, so much potential, these hands.
Coulda created the world,
coulda destroyed it.
How much have they done?
if they could tell stories….
if they could tell, what they almost had accomplished.
The dreams they started to fulfill
the evils they had committed.
These hands that brought both good and bad.
Time wasted.
Time gone.
The sun sets.
This time it will not rise.
It is bound by a number
it reached the end.
Life flashes by me as if scenery pass a train
blurring as it hurdles past.
Only a mix of colors
a painting left in the rain.
And like it now, there is only an empty canvas left.
Nothing on it
nothing to show.
Time wasted.
Time gone.
I look at my hands.
Did they bring me to this place?
Did they lead me here?
Oh the things they felt
soft skin of a girl, smooth, warm
The comfort of a fire.
The fur of a kitten.
The gritty sand of a vast desert.
They didn’t need light to see the rough walls in a cavern.
But what does it matter.
They cant tell their tale.
It’s a secret that will pass with them.
But they helped me wipe away tears.
They helped pull me up mountains.
They’ve ran down six strings to create beauty.
They’ve written out words that have poured out my insides.
Now they try to grasp the wind that’s blowing me away.
Opening and closing.
I look down
their still empty.
They never held a pen that signed a country into being.
They never felt the steel that won a war.
They never held a newborn baby with hands like his
only smaller.
They never signaled commands to vast crowds.
They never brought someone from the brink of death.
They never had scars made from nails.
They’ve had cuffs around their wrists though.
They’ve shaken from fear.
They’ve clenched in rage.
They’ve felt as dry as bones bleached in the desert.
They’ve fumbled and dropped things
things that weren’t made to be broken.
They’ve left bruises and blood.
They’ve grasped my heart
trying to hold it together as it burst apart.
They’ve covered my eyes at things I could not bare.
These hands
now empty
now cold.
Time gone.
Time wasted.
Coulda been
the Hand of the Lying King,
if I didn’t tell the truth so much
Coulda been
Caesar’s right hand man,
if I was kill willing
to have a shogun trigger touch
Coulda been
chief consigliore renown
for the don Corelone spiked crown
But I never wanted to know
where the blood money
was body bag buried underground
Coulda been dark knighted Haman Faustian
All I had to diablo do was unjust be Equus no-good;
give breaking bad Darth Vader viper counsel, wearing a cobra hood
Terminator words that would crush the skull bones
Coulda been the Vice Hand
standing behind the golden chalice image,
ruling drunkenly on the Babylonian Empire throne
Coulda been
the Spartan Hand of the Grecian warlord,
but I loved peace too much
Told the Jezebel whisperers of the royal court,
don’t try to finger me to be the next flesh merchant of death ...
I don’t tear traffick in such ~ City-state grunts suffer enough
Coulda been
Caesar’s right hand hatchet man,
if I had promoted Herod cockatrice thoughts
to condor hatch crucifixion plans
If I had been parrot inclined
to whisper
some patriot mischief in Pharaoh’s ear ...
I coulda been
sitting next to the pirate power,
making the brown-nose boot lickers fear
Coulda been
the Iron Hand of the President,
if I truly had a crafty guile mind to
take a sticky dip ...
deep in them pockets of citizen you
Coulda been
the sixth finger of king Midas’ hand
But, breaking the golden rule,
just wasn’t the ambitious rear end
I was willing to career bend
If I was more Balaam money bag motivated —
Fee willing to put a Judas hand under the table;
and with an Iscariot silver patch-eye gaze,
look the other way as freedom get disabled
I coulda been
Pharaoh’s right hand man
I coulda been
the one who doused the torch
in Lady Liberty’s hand
I coulda been
Caesar’s right hand man
I coulda been
the one who lit the Pilate
in Nero’s hand
Coulda been
the right Hand of the Lying King,
if I didn’t roar the Judah truth so much
But I was born
a left hand of the Zion King,
who gave a righteous Resurrection roar,
echoing throughout eternity
"Iffin I woulda, iffin ONLY I coulda, WELL
some think I shoulda, that I misunderstooda
cause my brains made of wooda!" said Pinocchio.
"A toy's life's sublime without thought of rhyme
we dances ta chimes , we've plenty of time
an alway in our prime !" Pinocchio said.
"But, ta be a boy , the real McCoy"
he said real coy, I'd really enjoy
the Hoi polloi," said Pinocchio.
Gepetto sat with his wine as string he did twine
and pondered his line for he was kind,
then spoke his mind and he said ...
"My little wooda boy, now's notta the season,
we're freezin'listen to Papa's reason," he said
"God says it's treason and it's His laws we be pleasin'
so getta to your bed!"
Wood whittlin' rose spittle and words noncommittal,
he sighed, just a little
and said with voice brittle, "My son ...
Maybe tomorrow you'll sprout and I'll route
you a new pair of shoes to wear out and about
you'll be handsome no doubt."
The toy slept and Geppetto whittled.
Of the matter he prattered for he wished not to shatter the boys dream to tatters, he was
mad as a hatter, it seems?
The hall clock did chime midnight, a cricket didclimb
the workbench to chatter a soft mime sublime.
Gepetto did not notice at least for some time!
Jimmy Cricket was his name; he told old Geppetto
a wee green sage from a Golden book's page
and the meadow. [They were the rage!]
They helped to make boy toys for life on the stage
and this is how Pinocchio's life was engaged!
woulda
coulda
shoulda
misunderstooda
wooda
sublime
rhyme
chimes
prime
time
enjoy
coy
boy
McCoy
Hoi polloi
twine
kind
line
wine
mind
reason
season
treason
freezin'
pleasin'
brittle
little
spittle
noncommittal
whittlin'
out
about
route
sprout
doubt.
hatter
shatter
prater
matter
tatter
chime
mime
sublime
climb
time
page
sage
stage
engage
rage
I hope your happy and you get what you want,
But I hope my memory will forever haunt.
You know I was special, I coulda been the one,
But you played little games I hope you had fun.
Was it worth it, was it worth the cost,
When you think about it, who really lost.
I know you did, but I did as well,
Because my heart I gave and in love I fell.
I didn’t know how much, I couldn’t even guess,
Until I left because you loved me less.
The dreams I had, they where only for you,
Don’t you get it, only you could make them come true.
With you by my side, I planned to become old,
Now I feel like I'm dyeing because my nights are so cold.
I remember so much, just like it was yesterday,
To think of what was special, was so easily thrown away.
I remember my breath, so easy for you to take,
A kiss from those lips and my body would shake.
Tingles feelings, so much love I really cant explain,
But without your kiss my heart only feels pain.
I'm so used to your sweetness, now everything is so sour,
I wish to just die, hopefully in the next hour.
My wishes are different and my dreams are gone,
It hurts even more when I try to be strong.
I choke away my cry's, and I hide away my tears,
But really deep inside I face my fears.
I look down the road, and your not there,
Still I sit and wait and down that road I stair.
I loose my vision, because my eyes they blur,
As I pray to god, why have I lost her.
When will he answer, you swore he was there,
Your both the same neither one of you care.
You both answer my dreams, and then take them away,
Difference between the two, it was done in a different way.
Your both so cold, and you make me hurt,
Both of you say you love me, but stomp my face in the dirt.
You call this love, the rite thing to do,
But you hurt and lied, to someone who loves you.
How is that love, do you even know what it is,
Its when he gets your heart, and he gives you his.
Such a precious gift, that anyone can give,
If you take it back, you kill there reason to live.
I gave my heart to you, because you promised to guard it,
Not twist and turn and strangle it to snit.
Form:
[Studio Quality]
[Female vocals]
[Clean Production]
[verse]
Didn't you hear?
If you broke it you buy it
That is also true of your hearts desires
if you buy into your pain
well that is just insane
and its a way to live a life half alive
[verse]
We all start fresh in life with no wrinkles
Life provides all the kinks and the turns
and before you know it, the bends and the twists
turn you inside out and you wrestle with the burn and inner demons
[Verse]
Life has a way of teaching you yo
And its not always fun as you go
Some lessons are subtle you see
and some bite on your butt
and learn them the first time
or you will repeat that fuss
Each building block is a step to the next
It takes all of you to not get in your own way
you can't just follow your heart or your head you see
those each separate will get you in trouble eventually
[Chorus]
Coulda shoulda woulda
that just plays in your head
the things that war inside of you
the insteads...
Coulda shoulda woulda
your head, heart and body are on a collide
and you hope to make the turmoil subside
So one of them wins, your head it may rule
or you run with your heart and feel like a fool
your body takes point and you wake up unfullfilled
all of that for a temporary thrill!
[Instrumental]
[break]
[Verse]
You do have to get up when you are set back
on this your life it depends
no one gets to get past that, get up
Even when it emotionally rends
[verse]
So walk don't run through life
Take on the things you want with pride
Face every opportunity with the zeal
and be genuine and totally real!
And give it your all, cause thats what it takes.
(all in relates)
(Coulda shoulda woulda)
(head, heart and body it takes)
Give it your all,
keep your eyes on the ball,
don't let yourself down in the end
don't let yourself down in the end
(don't let yourself down in the end)
don't you dare just pretend!
(don't let yourself down in the end)
(don't let yourself down)
[guitar outro]
look at the girl drowning herself with the vodka and booze
like the city winter on the methane gas
and most of the guys would pass
its the the color in your eyes
they scare away the other guys
with the i dont care stare
with your twisted and matted hair
heavy on the blush and heavier on the flair
seeing no way through
her life was broken and screwed
if it wasnt for the vodka and booze
she would see the what and the who
but it wasnt the booze
and it wasnt the coke
it wasnt the pressure that made her smoke
i can see it in her eyes
just behind the clouded jade
the sad story between a father and daughter
he loved her but she did not
and her ignorance made him so hot
a sinful lust which he could not bear to stop
he snuck up the stairs like the bad cop
he heard her cry but in her sleep she cry
he grabbed her and whispered in her ear "kiss your virginity goodbye"
but then she butted his head
then she kicked and wailed him right off the bed
you coulda sworn she was black
then she heard it (crack!)
the body fell right to the floor
and the police standing at the door
she cried he would not stop!
hugging his body paying no attention to the cop
he loved me forever
and under her breath with the quivering lip
but i killed him and won't forget him ever...
so here is the bich
drinking pitch after pitch
not giving one care or the other
only having one after the other
do you still care to judge her
did you ever ask why it was
every time you got near she would cuse!
so the question is who's the bigger bich?
the girl who got screwed over because life is unfair!
or you who judges with no care your jacket and strait hair!
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don't judge even if the treatment is unfair you don't know what they have gone through
there is no good in judging somebody and things never seem to get better.
Form:
Soon the sun will shine
Through the east facing blinds
I haven't worked in seven months
Yet, I rise every day before him
And write a poem or two
The ceiling fan wobbles
Finches, sparrows and a cooing dove
Greet the dawn
Sweet morning love
Best time for me
Should be waking up in cooler climes
Shoulda been coulda been woulda been
Gone by now
But for this old house
Drug off a mountain top
From a mining camp
That got scraped away
And dumped across the highway
Miner's shack really
Bought it for about
One year's teaching salary
In 1995
Kept all its 100 year old doors
Crystal doorknobs and skeleton key locks
Stripped away the lath and plaster
Took out some walls, moved another
Replummed, rewired
Refinished wood floors
Put down some maple
Added on some rooms
Guarded it all with white pickets
It has it's charm
Why I fought to keep it
Quit my job in Vegas
Retired altogether
So I could stay here
I don't know
Funny like that
Usually don't care
Pretty good at it
But this old house in this old town
I do
Although right now I wish I were
Dwellung somewhere north
Grand Tetons,Yellowstone, Glacier
Somewhere cold
Got my eldest daughter in Montana
But I'm here near my youngest
And her baby
Son just got back from Kuwait
He and my favorite daughter in law
Coming to visit from NY
Wants her dad here for barbeque Wednesday
Golf, then dinner out and a pub crawl Thursday
She's good to my son--good to everyone really
Si she gets what she wants
I'll put a shine on the place
Marinate a prime rib for the big easy
Buy her tequila, his whiskey, some beer
And get a tee time
I'm happy
I could be snuggled up in the cold
On a pine scented morning
Be fishing before the sun hits the water
But no one would come see me
Guess I'd fight again
For this old house
Sun's beating the blinds
It's garbage day
Gotta drag out the bin
Two whole bags
Higher trash fee now than
When the house was full
(Sigh)
FAST EDDIE SPEAKS OUT IN THE RABBIT CAGE
Say, pass me that half-carrot, Guido, before I fall asleep with boredom.
Those lettuce leaves are tasty but, oh boy,
It would take a thousand to fill me, Guido my man.
OK, ears down, boys : here’s that dog again -
Don’t move or he’ll stay all morning.
Give him the old glassy-eyed stupid stare.
Hold still, hold the line, stay with me, stay with me ,
If we hold together we have a chance of survival. . . . . .
Aw, Eddie, you’ve been watchin’ too many re-runs of “Gladiator”
You’re startin’ to sound like Russell Crowe, ha ha ha. . . . . . . . .
Good, that four-legged urine-sniffer has gone after the cat.
Wow! Look at the fur-shine on that new doe.
Man, she gets my whiskers twitching all right.
Listen, Fast Eddie, you can look at the goods but don’t touch.
She’s new in the hutch and Minnesota Fats has his eye on her.
He’s one big buck to handle.
Yeah, well I ain’t scared, I coulda been a contender. . . . .
Eddie, you gotta stop watchin’ those movie re-runs.
That doe? Remember how old Black Legs and Pretty Boy with the grey eyes
Ended up as pies and sausage after “accidentally” falling into
The hot soup pan when Minnesota was nearby,
And that was just because they laughed at his nose-twitch.
Listen Guido, I can take him I tell ya, and then I’ll be the man,
Then all the dough will belong to this big buck. . . . .
Don’t you get it, Guido, “dough” and “doe”. . . . ?
Fast Eddie, the only “Doh” I’m gonna hear is the Homer “Doh”
Cos here comes Minnesota now. Quick, offer him your carrot.
Mornin’ Fat Man, wanna chew my carrot? Go ahead, make my day, ha ha
Man your fur sure is shiny, Minnesota, wish I could get mine like that.
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Written for Miranda Lambert's Contest BEHIND BARS BLUES
Billy the kid kept roving around,
A campfire here, a cowhand there,
He traveled alone through country & town,
Always headed somewhere,
One certain day he rode into town,
His forty-five strapped on his side,
Just to stop and drink one round,
Then continue on with his ride,
He hitched his horse and went in thru,
The front tavern bat-wing doors,
He didn't see anyone he knew,
Just a couple cowboys and some _hores,
He moseyed on up, ordered a drink,
Sarsaparilla I'll have here for me!
Down the hatch, smooth as a wink,
Then he was given another for free,
He thanked the man kindly, turned around,
To leave thru the bat-winged door,
A cowboy stood up and stared Billy down,
Lookin' for trouble and more!
[Cowboy]: "Hey boy! let me teach ya how ta shoot!
Come"ere gimmee that there gun!"
"If'n ya don't I'm gonna plant this 'ere boot!
I'll show ya how the real West is run!"
[Billy]: "Mister, I'm not here ta play!"
"I've dealt with yer kind before,
"So please kindly step outa my way,
And be thankful ya don't see me no more."
[Cowboy]: "Boy! yer messin' with Danger Dan...man!"
"And yer jawin's 'bout ta seal yer fate!"
[Billy]: "Mister, yer soon to be Dan the damned man!"
"If yer gun ain't shootin' fast 'n' straight!"
"Like a rattlesnake springin' from the devils hand!"
"Billys gun cleared his holster that fast!"
"Billy's bullet knocked the gun out of Danger Dan's hand!"
"In a single straight shot blast!"
[Cowboy]: "Uh-h-h! I ain't ever seen a gun so fast!
As the one ya shot sure coulda killed me!"
"Should ya pardon my trouble, may I ask...
What is yer name....really?"
[Billy]: "Mister, it's how ya live, not how fast the gun,"
"that makes a man a man,"
"Most my life's been on the run,
Killin's no future or plan!"
"I'm stranger to most, still livin' the past,
Feelin' bad ta what I did,
"Some crossed my path, ain't here ta boast,
I'm Billy The Kid!"
I got bruises and imperfections.
Addictions and insurrections.
I'm just looking for a place to find some rest.
I got goosebumps and yellow jaundice.
Ain't had a haircut since bout last August.
Wishing for a place to lay my head.
.
I'm just searching for something real.
Not looking for another way to feel.
Wish I coulda seen that Wheel, within a Wheel.
And for what it's worth . . .
I sure hope I find it soon
And stop this howling at the moon/I'm just running in circles . . .
.
I'm flesh and blood, but I'm living in a plastic mold.
I shouldn't bleed when cut, or at least that's what I'm told.
But I still feel the scrapes and bruises,
I'm so tired of feeling used, and I'm getting old.
.
Met a man they said had all the answers.
So I stood there to watch his dance.
But he had 2 left feet, the same as me.
So I packed my doubts up and walked away.
Couldn't believe anything he'd say.
The others stayed and hung on his every word.
Why can't I be like them?
Just blindly trusting him.
Why must I question everything I've ever heard?
Guess I'll never learn.
.
I'm flesh and blood, but I'm living in a plastic mold.
I shouldn't bleed when cut, or at least that's what I'm told.
But I still feel the scrapes and bruises,
I'm so tired of feeling used, and I'm getting old.
.
Then one day I heard a still small voice, coming from within.
Said son I love you, but you have a choice, I've been beside you everywhere you've been.
I said yeah but what about all this sin?
The pain and the doubt I'm living in?
He just said come to Me . . .
Then you'll see . . .
You can still be free.
.
I'm flesh and blood, but I'm living in a plastic mold.
I shouldn't bleed when cut, or at least that's what I'm told.
But I still feel the scrapes and bruises,
I'm so tired of feeling used, and I'm getting old.
He just said come to Me
And now I see
Love has caused me to believe.