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Boyd and I graduated from high school
Then college roommates; we thought that was cool
Texas A and M became our new home
Bunk beds in a dorm room without any phone
It’s a military college, of course
You’re either in the Army or Air Force
And there’s a rivalry between the two
And things just might get out-of-hand, it’s true
At times, it was fun to sing songs at night
I played the uke; Boyd sang harmony tight
We acquired that Homer & Jethro sound
When singing their songs, we acted like clowns
We started writing new lyrics to songs
Making a point with words that were wrong
On day Boyd said, “I got a great idea”
A song to give the Air Force diarrhea
We worked it hard and finally got a wrap
The song “Hey Joe” changed into “Hey Aircrap”
The lyrics turned out great and was quite a slam
When our seniors heard it, they said, “Hot Damn!”
“At three AM, come ready and in-form!”
“To broadcast that song to the Air Force dorms”
We practiced the song and we were all set
Boyd said I think we’re as good we’ll get
A PA system aimed at the angle
To hit their dorms across the Quadrangle
Two speakers so big they could raise the dead
Cranked it all up till it was in the red
They said, “Charlie and Boyd, you’re on the air”
“Just give sing it into the microphone there”
We “let it rip” and everything worked fine
Woke everyone, just like they had in mind
Lights were being turned on in every dorm
Out all the doors from the dorms they stormed
With trash cans full of water; quite a sight!
An Army versus Air Force water fight!
Watched from our window and didn’t get wet
We started something that we may regret
Then we entered the Aggie Talent show
Singing Homer and Jethro stuff, you know
When we started our performance on stage
Half the audience was screaming with rage
They were yelling, “We want the Aircrap song”
We caved in and sang it and that was wrong
The words of the song were really too strong
For a Talent Show they didn’t belong
You know, I think we could have been winner
A reprimand instead for the sinner
Still these are highlights of my freshman year
I’d do it all over, let’s make that clear
And Boyd, the best roomie without a doubt
Wanted him to know, so I wrote this out
BRUCE, HOLIDAY OR JOPLIN?
Just another genius junkie
Someone’s master and someone else's flunky
Just another genius junkie, man
Building crosses while cursing the inevitability of a plague
Writers both vehement and anything but vague
Some of them whose rhymes fell upon deafened ears until one fluent in his language finally dug deep enough into the meanderings and masquerade of his mind to find………………
Just another genius junkie, man
All of them stringing words stridently together so as to weave a web of contradictions…….
All of them with assorted and sundry addictions
Those who waded the rapid waters of a psyche wounded by worry and worried about the wounded
Pundits in pulpits
Puppets in public places
Standing on their soapbox wrought of metal keys and a thin ribbon of ink
But don’t blink
Because if you do you might go blind
Or then again you just might find………………
Just another genius junkie………………….
They didn’t roll away the stone……..
They can only describe, with excruciating exactitude, the rising of His Holy Ghost
Those wiser and infinitely more insightful than most…………………
That one made us laugh by invading the truth with his dirty words and paid the ultimate price for doing what he did to urge us forward despite our slightly embarrassed laughter
She made us cry by invading her veins with a vicious need to wave away the woe while slinging a bottle of whiskey and singing as if she knew that people like us who would kneel reverently at the alter of her song needed to hear her voice raised in majesty by a lady who ultimately proved there really is no forever after
Those defined by that which is strewn and stranded far behind
All of the conflicted who, to self-inflicted misery, were inclined
Because if you read deep enough into the fragmentary thoughts scribed onto page, or listen closely enough to a song of rage heralding a heresy, or accept a few dirty words as fundamental to the facts brought forth and quite succinctly said
dig deep enough and you’ll find just another genius junkie……………………
Just another genius junkie now so needlessly dead
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and so you’ve stumbled upon a new tune,
a new beat,
a new assemblage of lyrics & distorted guitar,
beat & lyrics,
twang & acoustic guitar
all meshed together &
you cannot get enough of it.
at first you hear it somewhere that you had not
planned,
be it on the radio, the television, at a friend’s house,
or any number of the ways in which people can
consume music via the net these days,
legally or illegally---
all the same,
you now hold the song in your possession,
so to speak,
downloaded somewhere in your presence,
pc, pod or phone,
or maybe if you can still find it,
burned by that laser onto those fossils that are called, um,
compact discs.
the melody, the riff, the hook,
buries itself within your brain
just behind your retinas & it
stirs, it dances as you agree in kind to
memorize the lyrics &
encrypt the rest inside the walls of your skull,
tattooed on your heart,
flowing within the veins of your body
beating like the heart
throbbing like an ******
electrified like some unlucky wanderer who got stuck in an open field in the middle of a
lightening storm.
but you take it with you on the train
you take it into work
you listen to it on your lunch break
you listen to it walking home
you listen to it fixing dinner
you listen to it during dinner
you tap the vein & shoot
tap the vein again & shoot
drive the needle in
drive the needle in
drive the needle in again
cranking the volume more than the last time
like a junkie whose high is dwindling
like a whore/john who just can’t feel anything anymore
like a soldier/cop who no longer cringes at the sight of gore
produced by a violent kill.
desensitized & lost alone in a room with a melody that no longer means anything---
closing your eyes &
staring down within at the death of
a song you only just stumbled upon a few
days ago.
The human experience fulfilling sensation,
our environment is our creation,
not ours originally,but ours to maintain,
natural system,needs are sustained...
Everybody has a bell that rings
cellular vibration,in song it sings,
a siren song enchanting desire
a high which takes you higher and higher...
The world is full of it's rising stars
untapped potential which takes them far,
it also has it's falling stars too,
a world of fools,a world of ruin...
A new portal behind every door
a gambit of play being explored
every encounter a game of chance,but,
what do you bear,the cross or the lance ?
The relic spear a source of power
Imperial thrones built up their towers
from Constantine to Charlemagne,
the Byzantine to the Lorraine...
All just sequels of transformation
preceding was laid their emulation
enacted improvements instituted
system of governing constituted...
All in hope to outlast the past,
relay race,a passing of the staff,
still only bond by popular opinion
confounded by those noxious minions...
The eastern hemisphere full of rage
they crossed the Atlantic to disengage,
but,in their scope,they brought disease,
methodology which didn't appease...
The red west never got a true chance
as invaders stormed behind their lance,
Montezuma welcomed with open arms,
soldiers of fortune brought firearms...
Indigenous people filled their plantation
others were chained to fulfill fruition,
Noble's became Don's,others slavemaster,
chain of events was still a disaster....
From fuedalisms fortune of birth
circumstance directed self-worth
peasantry suffered tilling the soil
while others got fat from plundered spoils...
WOMEN OF OUR NATIONS, STRONG WOMEN!
HELD FAST AND BOUND BY THE WHIMS OF MEN
CARRYING SHAME, ENSHROUDED WITH BLAME
WOUNDED, NEAR STRANGLED BY THOSE WHO CAME
WOMEN HELD FAST, SHACKLED IN CHAINS
EX-DAYS OF SLAVE-TRADE YOU’VE HELD THESE PAINS
LOOK AT YOUR HISTORY, TELL ME I’M WRONG
TELL ME, WHO HAS FOR YOU WRITTEN A SONG…
A SONG THAT’S A LULLABY, EASING YOUR FEARS
A SONG TO BRING SOLACE AND COMFORT, NOT TEARS
‘TIS TIME THAT YOU LOOK AT WHO YOU ARE
WAKE UP AND FIND OUT FROM WHENCE CAME THESE SCARS
WOMEN OF SORROWS, CARRYING BLOOD STAINS
STAINS IN YOUR GARMENTS THAT ECHO THE STRAINS
OF STORIES QUITE DARK AND HIDDEN THOUGH STARK
LET SELF ADMIT WHAT’S MADE THIS MARK.
‘TIS TIME TO AWAKE AND FROM YOU SHAKE
VOLUMES OF SHAME DUBBED YOUR MISTAKE!
WHAT YOU NEED RIGHT NOW IS TO BE SET FREE
THOUGH YOU WEAR NO SHACKLES THAT MEN CAN SEE
THE BONDAGE YOU WEAR IS YOUR SHROUD OF SHAME
NOT SEEN BY MEN, BUT ETCHED IN YOUR NAME
ENSLAVED BY YOUR MEMORIES, BOUND BY THE PAST
YOU FILL OUR CHURCHES FOR A SALVE AND REPAST.
OH LORD, OUR GOD! DELIVERERS WE NEED
DELIVERS WHO LOVE YOU AND YOUR SEED!
BONDAGE-BREAKERS FREED FROM STENCH
THOSE WHO WILL NOT TWIST AND WRENCH
OUR WOUNDED SOULS QUITE BATTLE WORN
DEPRESSED, SUPPRESSED AND TEMPEST-TORN
DELIVERERS! COME! FROM ZION COME!
DELIVERERS! BRING DELIVEREANCE NOW!
BRING THE WORD TO HEAL THE LAME
SING THE WORD TO LOOSE THEIR SHAME
SKILLFULLY THE SWORD EMPLOY
HALT THE MELEE MIDST GIRL AND BOY!
IT WAS FOR THIS THE SAVIOUR CAME
TO LOOSE THE CAPTIVES BOUND IN SHAME
THEN THESE WHO’RE LOOSED, FROM BONDAGE FREED
WILL THEMSELVES BUILD… TOUCHED BY THE NEED
POWERED AND PROPELLED, SPIRIT-FILLED…
THE NATIONS IN THEIR HEARTS INSTILLED
Wee, wee rid rid coated thing
tae ma hert sic joy yea bring.
Wae elegance an' tender charm,
ma racin' hert yea sae disarm.
Yea hang there among yer kind,
Bright an' braw but sae refined.
Ma wee rid rid coated friend,
sae Bonny, I'll nae pretend.
Each year fur us yea come along,
espousing nature's sweetest song.
A song not o' sound but o' exotic taste.
a taste fur oor lucky paletes tae be graced.
Here fur oanly a wee wee time,
yea mak ma taste buds gently chime.
Tastin' like nuthin' else oan this earthy place.
wae yer wee rid rid bonny smilin' face.
Frae yer parent tree yea duly burst ,
as a wee fluer yer gently nursed.
Caressed by bees yer scent doth bring,
eventually tae be a wee green pimply thing,
Bathed wae the Sun's life giving rays,
growing, maturing in such a wondrous way.
Changin', yellow, pink, noo tae yer rid rid style,
tae a Bonny Cherry tae please us fur a wee wee while.
Av jist picked yea up frae among yer like,
frae the box foo o' Cherries whay are jist alike.
But you ma wee wan are jist fur me,
hope yer taste is in the proper key.
Oh my, sic a burst o' pleasure,
ma wee wee rid rid bloomin' treasure.
Say juicy say sparklin' ma mooth foo o' joy,
wunnerful, exotic, aw ma senses yea do employ.
hank yea, thank yea ma wee rid rid friend,
yer the greatest, aye I'll nae pretend.
Tull next year, tull wee meet again,
whin I'll listen tae yer song o' sweet refrain.
A song o' taste an' no o' sound,
o' tasting magic from aw Cherries abound.
Rest now yer gentle parent tree,
an' please bloom anither day fur me tae see.
The Auld Yin.
This is one of the most famous “girl groups” anyone knows.
They began in Passaic, New Jersey as the “Poquellos”
The four members were Shirley Owens and Beverly Lee,
along with Addie “Mickie” Harris, and Doris Coley.
These four young girls had a huge stroke of luck for a fate
when they had Mary Jane Greenberg for a high school classmate.
This start of some great careers took place in nineteen fifty-eight.
Mary Jane’s mother operated a small record label.
Florence Greenberg knew these girls were quite talented and able.
Now known as “The Honeytones”, they recorded their first song.
“I Met Him on a Sunday” was a hit. It did not take long
before “The Shirelles” became a popular recording act.
Their success in entertainment became a solid fact.
Everything with their careers seemed to be going quite right.
“Dedicated to the One I Love” and “Tonight’s The Night”
along with “Baby, It’s You”, “Will You Still Love Me Tomorrow”,
“Mama Said’, and many other hit songs some people would know
boosted their popularity and brought them much joy.
However, their biggest hit was a short one called “Soldier Boy”
This intended B-side song brought them their greatest success.
It went to number one, and brought everyone happiness.
That little song they did not care for helped them on their way.
Success and fame continued for this group from day to day
Music from this girl group is still played and enjoyed today.
Thanks to both wikipedia.org online encyclopedia and allmusic.com for information I obtained to write this poem.
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This is a song by Rascal Flatts that I have requested to
be played at my funeral in the very near future.
It must have been in a place so dark,you couldn't see the light,
reaching for you through that stormy cloud.Now here we are gathered
in our little home town,this can't be the way you meant to draw a crowd.
(chorus) Oh why,that's what I keep asking,was there anything I could have
said or done.Oh I had no clue you were masking,a troubled soul,
GOD only knows,what went wrong,and why you would leave the
stage in the middle of a song.
Now in my mind I keep you frozen as a seventeen year old,rounding third
to score the winning run.You always played with passion no matter what
the game,when you took the stage you shinned just like the sun.
(CHORUS)
Now the oak trees are swaying in the early autumn breeze,a bolt of sun is
shinning on my face.The tangled thoughts I hear,a mockingbird sings,this
world really ain't that bad a place.
Oh why,there's no comprehending,but who am I to try to judge
or explain.Oh but I do have one burning question?Who told you
life,wasn't worth the fight,they were wrong,they lied,now your
gone,and we cried,cause it's not like you to walk away in the
middle of a song.Your beautiful song.
Song by Rascal Flatts
I was walking along,
And I was singing this song,
That has been playing inside my head.
If you’re as old as I,
You know “American Pie”,
About the singer that has long been dead.
And so it seems,
I was lost in my dreams,
When this beauty came up to me.
She said, “Hey Mister,
I know your sister,
And I heard about your history.”
That was all it took;
Just a single look;
Put it in the books;
In my heart, her hook …
And the earthquake shook.
Although I tried,
My tongue was tied,
The words were stuck inside my throat.
I crashed my Chevy,
Into the levy,
If from that song I can steal a quote.
I just stared at her,
Everything else a blur,
I knew my world right then had changed.
I pressed forward fast,
Erasing all my past,
As if our love had been arranged.
That was all it took;
Just a single look;
Put it in the books;
In my heart, her hook …
And the earthquake shook.
We will keep my history,
In this song a mystery,
But it brought to me this girl.
Just know my soul was saved,
By the path she paved,
As I welcomed her in my world.
Now when “American Pie” I hear,
It puts in my eye a tear,
Remembering that fateful day.
When my angel came,
While on the third refrain,
And my loneliness passed away.
That was all it took;
Just a single look;
Put it in the books;
In my heart, her hook …
And the earthquake shook.
Sent down from Heaven, their jobs are sure tough
But they don’t fly away when the going gets rough
They rise to the challenge to bring back wonder and hope
Failure does not happen in their line of work
Cuz’ Angels, no Angels, they don’t sing the blues
Angels sing strong from the high mountain tops
Sometimes it’s a rock song to wake spirits up
Sometimes it’s a ballad when babies must sleep
Or a love song in country that just makes you weep
But Angels, no Angels, don’t sing the blues
They work behind the scenes to enlighten world faith
Always there when you need’em, our Heavenly base
They make house calls to heal another broken heart
Gatekeepers to the soul, they lighten the dark
The sky is the limit as only Angels can know
When times are a troubling, their first on the scene
Not afraid to help out or even dirty their wings
The tune that they dance to, comes from Heaven above
Giving rhythm and gospel to everyone they love
Cuz’ Angels, no Angels, they don’t sing the blues
And you know Angels can’t read music,
but they sure wing it well
As they learn from the Almighty,
Who swings with, the heartbeat of humanity,
From Heavens high hill
Angels sing strong from the high mountain tops
Sometimes it’s a rock song to wake spirits up
Sometimes it’s a ballad when babies must sleep
Or a love song in country that just makes you weep
But Angels, no Angels, don’t sing the blues
They just don’t sing the blues
No, Angels don’t sing the blues
Angels don’t sing the blues