| First Line, Last Line (Part Deux)
Posted: 6/2/2009 6:13:56 AM | "Make my day you filthy pig"
Lets get dirty and do the jig
Lets wrestle in the mud if you dare
Might even get dirty and pull your hair
Pigs on parade, pugilists at Prague
You are such a dirty, dirty Hog
For some reason you seem to waste my time
You are such a filthy, dirty little swine
Ticket me place me in unrest
For of all things in life to get dirty is best
If you wish to fight you will be taken
I can smell it now.. ahh Bacon | |
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| First Line, Last Line (Part Deux)
Posted: 6/3/2009 3:13:34 AM | Kevin shot him down to eat
and filled his keg blood
he sauntered down the tracks
to drink with the iron weed boys
he sauntered down the tracks
with the iron weed boys
the police taped off the crime scene
the clues as clear as mud
somewhere in the distance
there was an evil noise
the 12 bar blues of the iron weed boys
the 12 bar blues of the iron weed boys
(to be continued....) | |
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| First Line, Last Line (Part Deux)
Posted: 6/3/2009 12:02:18 PM | the 12 bar blues of the iron weed boys
kazoos and horns and other toys
with that backbeat sound echoing pulse
hard to hear anything else
laugh at the pain or cry for the joys
singin' 12 bar blues with the iron weed boys
fire in the can for this family of sand
fingers cut off the gloves of the tambourine man
with an old jug of hootch goin' round about
causing the iron weed boys to shout
tis here I take my stand, my man
tis here I take my stand | |
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| First Line, Last Line (Part Deux)
Posted: 6/3/2009 2:22:58 PM | tis here I take my stand
surveying this vast and dying land
filled with the sound of that infamous band
are those 12 bar blues of the iron weed boys
yup, the 12 bar blues of the iron weed boys
will soothe your heart with harmonious noise
they'll speak to your soul as if they know
what you need when your spirit is feelin' low
so go seek to find them then listen real clear
they'll sing real sweet if you bring lots of beer
then sit at their feet and open your ears
for the best bloody blues you'll hear all year
uh huh....the 12 bar blues of the iron weed boys...
that's the 12 bar blues of the iron weed boys..... | |
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| First Line, Last Line (Part Deux)
Posted: 6/3/2009 3:39:27 PM | that's the 12 bar blues of the iron weed boys
its a sound all around every body enjoys
gets you to dance like a bum on the beach
when he suddenly finds gold treasure in reach
the party sings and swings til morning does break
tempo slows down but still we all shake
its said that they've played since the oldest was ten
and they're still called "the boys" even now as old men | |
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| First Line, Last Line (Part Deux)
Posted: 6/4/2009 3:42:22 AM | and they're still called "the boys" even now as old men
full of old stories, though cant say where and when
with thier teeth in a jar and in bed half past ten
but the licks that they lay down leave you itching
stories of traveling, of dust bowl railroad myrth
down home philosophies of what life is worth
histories passed on 'bout their time on this earth
for Digger with is shovel keeps on ditching | |
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| First Line, Last Line (Part Deux)
Posted: 6/4/2009 4:00:32 AM | for Digger with his shovel keeps on ditching
all those ladies he loved and kept on hitching
one after another they became a mother
and now his clan has grown like no other
but he's a good man that one and stayed by his children
loving them and teaching them guitar and accordian
so now they all play with soul and precision
the 12 bar blues of the iron weed men | |
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| First Line, Last Line (Part Deux)
Posted: 6/4/2009 6:56:36 PM | trails
snails
pales
all get lost in the belly of a whale
whispers of hope come from the deep
then are drowned out by a backfiring jeep
some creepy crawly follows the scent
vulchures circle the exhaust vent
what and where we wonder when
a smell overtakes concentrated zen | |
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| First Line, Last Line (Part Deux)
Posted: 6/4/2009 7:50:09 PM | Joe was bound and left without a trace
The only thing left with his naked body was mud on his face
If he'd only know with whom he had been playing
Joe’s night would have gone better that goes with out saying
His pale cold body now beaten and disgraced
If only earlier he didn’t have that smug look on his face
You see we all have our time in history and in the sun
Joe was far to**** and arrogant he honestly thought he was the one
Who you smirking at anyway that are what I swear I heard one of them say
Never mess with a biker at least not today | |
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| First Line, Last Line (Part Deux)
Posted: 6/4/2009 9:36:42 PM | never mess with a biker at least not today
if a biker you be, then a biker you stay
touring the country from east coast to west
throttle full out on a Harley is best
yet it was a Kawasaki I knew
through my friend back in high school
holding on tightly arms wrapped round his waist
loved seeing the view with the wind in my face
then after college with my ex-husband
we'd ride his motorbike through the streets of London
till I was eight months and huge with my first pregnancy
so finally we traded that bike for a purple Mini | |
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| First Line, Last Line (Part Deux)
Posted: 6/5/2009 3:05:56 PM | this man I invited with acception
lately things weren’t so good
they say he once saved a whole first nation
I doubt asking would do any good
a healing dance inside the ring
brought curious from near and far
beating medicine drums while we sing
won't hurt us or leave a scar
twas like the first time we saw a sunrise
the smile filled up the whole room
standing so big with hypnotic eyes
his voice dissolved any gloom
This will be the first day of our new world
time can be reset to zero
as all we imagined and more has unfurled
this man now becomes our hero
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| First Line, Last Line (Part Deux)
Posted: 6/5/2009 6:33:36 PM | this man now becomes a hero
for those not needing proof
when his is the energy of youth
coming through everyone as truth
when our heart and soul
is shot with wisdom's arrow
sensing the new day tomorrow
will sparkle like a fire opal | |
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| First Line, Last Line (Part Deux)
Posted: 6/5/2009 8:31:07 PM | will sparkle like a fire opal
crystal clear water after leaving the falls
enticing all to play in it's bubbles
upon exiting ... youth is refreshed
returned the strength to dream
the lure of hope
the *Sigh* of satisfaction
the love of life ... enjoy. | |
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| First Line, Last Line (Part Deux)
Posted: 6/6/2009 3:09:35 PM | the code of happy,joyful surprise
we sang along to the rhythm
of the rain dripping off the eave
she had a sparkle in her eyes
and I thought it a given
that she loved and would not leave
but the singing stopped as did the rain
I was left dancing in sunlight
puddles of a human stain | |
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| First Line, Last Line (Part Deux)
Posted: 6/6/2009 5:45:09 PM | ((edit))
puddles of a human stain
will anything make it better?
Will it ever wash away?
I will always be marked
by the arrow in the heart. | |
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| First Line, Last Line (Part Deux)
Posted: 6/6/2009 7:17:19 PM | he screams
sharing his pain with no one
save the trees and rocks
the world doesn't know the heights
from which his love had to fall
the fall seems endless | |
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| First Line, Last Line (Part Deux)
Posted: 6/6/2009 7:33:45 PM | the fall seems endless
when you never know when it will end
reach out for me I'll be a friend
Whom ever you are
You are beauty in this space and time
Live ..love ,,you will be fine | |
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| First Line, Last Line (Part Deux)
Posted: 6/6/2009 7:50:11 PM | Live ... love ... you will be fine
living one day at a time
hope for the best each day
pay it forward
make someone else smile
be there for a friend
then, even if it does end
you can honestly say
'I've done my best!' | |
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| First Line, Last Line (Part Deux)
Posted: 6/6/2009 11:56:06 PM | I've done my best
placed the sun to rest
upon the backbone
of the moon
tried to hide my tasks
inside a box that says
tomorrow
and make my head a blank
behind the risk
that worry borrows
but I lift them out
too soon
still try to find
my quiet mind
within my darkened room
looking for a piece
of peace
and commune
with my dreams | |
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| First Line, Last Line (Part Deux)
Posted: 6/7/2009 7:40:39 AM | Disrobe me by the bucket
pour in some soap
and mix it all up
For I once ran naked in Nantucket
Lather me in suds like I was your pup
get wet yourself let go of the cup
scrub me down and all around
wash away all my naughtiness
If you tell me to be quite I won't peep a sound
Yes I am dirty so disrobe me
And clean me as I clean you
Yet I will be your Dirty boy
If you want me too
hmmm....lol | |
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| First Line, Last Line (Part Deux)
Posted: 6/7/2009 8:24:38 AM | hmmm....lol
dip me in gel
join the crowd
nobody will tell
its time to take those things you sell
crate them up and ring the bell
with proper postage on the box
they don't care if its filled with rocks
change your socks at least each day
even if you never play
fast and hard with lots of tension
soap was probably the greatest invention | |
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| First Line, Last Line (Part Deux)
Posted: 6/7/2009 10:31:09 AM | Fatality of religion is what made her dead
the lies they told danced in her head
if this is the truth, yet you do the that
how'm I supposed to know where the truth is at
don't you know he's watching you
with all you say and all you do
reject all you want
it matters not
in the end it's him and
what he's got | |
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| First Line, Last Line (Part Deux)
Posted: 6/7/2009 12:16:18 PM | what he's got
he loved more that ever.
but his insecurities,
meant he could never tell her
what he's got
he took for granted.
and the seeds of doubt,
in her mind were planted
what he's got
he did not appreciate.
until the fatal day,
she left and it was too late. | |
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| First Line, Last Line (Part Deux)
Posted: 6/7/2009 1:01:10 PM | she left and it was too late
his eyes were filled with hate
a moment sooner
a better groomer
he'd gladly have opened the gate
now the horse was gone
bets he never put on
weighed so heavy
a breach in the levy
she won with the new song | |
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