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Written tonuhalan10/4/06 mon
Sad and blue
there are some times when your feeling sad and blue
there are some times when you don’t know what to dooo
don’t even know
don’t even know
don’t even know
there are someways
when your going
what your going through
and I don’t even know how to survive in this place im going into
there are some times
you don’t know what’s going on
there are some times when you feel so sad and blue
don’t even know
don’t even know
know know know
and you might of found him
and you don’t know what to say
your playing out to all those people in this place
there are beings from outer space
and you don’t know what to do
as you see the colors
behind your eyes
there’s nothing else to make you blue
I don’t even know don’t even know
don’t even know know more
as you feel the beat
and going through the floor
there’s nowhere out there in the summer
there’s know one in the rain
and you don’t even know
and you don’t even know
and your going out into the frame
there are places that I have been to
and there are things that I like to do
there are ways to make you feel Written and sung by Sean McMahon randy
Joseph on 19/03/06 on /19/03/06/
and to make you feel so new
like the speed its making me higher
don’t know if im on fire
fire is the burning desire to make your father new
I haven’t seen my father since I was five years old
writer playing on the stage
and don’t know what he is looking for
got his bottle of whiskey in his hand got a smoke in the other one
don’t even know don’t even know
know one
I put it out in another place like my father told me it was great
but I never saw my granddaddy die
I was like seven years old I was running on and through
and there’s nowhere out here on a rainbow and the sunshine got me through
and the grass is green and the trouble on the field and the falling of the sun
vocalization of somewhere out there and I have just begun
and there’s now more out here in the summer
there’s know where in the rain
and if your playing that then im coming alone
and your going to feel the pain
going feel the pain
pain
there are some times when your feeling blue
Sung by
Sean randy Joseph McMahon/written in text on /19/03/06/
Form:
We take Bubba home to drop him off
His father and mother come out, they begin to hack and cough
His father extends his hand out to shake mine
My wife says don't be rude, go ahead and shake it, I do so, his hand is covered
with mucuossy slime
After shaking his hand, I begin to gag
The wife with no bra, smiles and hands me a Save A Lot shopping bag
She takes a swig from her 32 oz brew
Then offers it to my wife Sue
I say come on, it is your turn to show manners now
As she takes a swallow, I watch her face, the expression looked like she was
trying to give birth to a cow
Bubba asks his father if we can all stay the night
The father says fittin' us all in one bedroom will be very tight
I tell him we will sleep in the kitchen near the back door
He says pay no mind to critters on the floor
I ask where is the toilet, I have to go
He says out back, you're in luck, I just dug a fresh new hole
I think to myself, this is not the way life should be
A night at Bubba's I wouldn't wish it on my worst enemy
At 3 am, they are in the kitchen stepping over us getting snacks
We are offered each a bowl of that famous soup called fatback
Bubba yells I want my box of cupcakes
His mom hands a pack of Reelfoot pork hot dogs and says for goodness sakes
He devours them as if he was in a hot dog eating contest
Bubba says, after I eat my cupcakes, that will tie me over so I can rest
A little after 4, Bubba gets his fill
After breakfast, we were told we can leave on our own free will
After trying some rocky mountain oysters, it is time we leave
The dad says we would love to come and stay with y'all on New Year's Eve
I tell him until 2040 we have plans
He says that's fine that will give them enough time to collect some aluminum
cans
We move to another state with no forwarding address
Never again putting ourselves in that kind of mess
There is a wee tall tale,
that me father told us three.
He'd heard it from his father before him.
It was part of his family tree.
He told of how he'd left Ireland,
and sailed the ocean blue,
to land in another country,
that to him was all new.
He told of why he'd gone there,
of the nasty deed he'd done,
and how he'd had to sail away,
and keep right on the run.
He told of how his mother,
cried when he sailed.
She wiped her tears on her apron,
and gave way to a sad, sad wail.
She knew she'd nary again see him.
This child she loved so well,
for he was now a fugitive.
His soul he'd had to sell.
So as the tears were falling,
she bid him fond farewell.
She kissed his cheek so softly,
and told him, her love with him would dwell.
And as the ship left harbor,
with this young Irish lad,
a mother's heart was broken,
with the pain of one who's sad.
I miss me mother dearly now,
for all these may a year,
but I'm glad to have you sons,
to be with me right here.
And the moral of this story:
If you must ever roam,
Take your mother's address,
so you can keep in touch with home.