Where 45 Ends
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In sorrow and pain
End with only your loss
And someone else’s gain
Eagerness and excitement
Building a mountain of hope
Comes crumbling down around
Leaving you wishing
You’d just said nope
Blinded by these things
You cannot see
How real something’s can truly be
I ought to scream
I ought to yell
Now the authorities
I must tell
Everyone else knew
I was so stupid
So easy
So in love
Yeah
He wasn’t true
He wasn’t real
YO BITCH
Get out of the ditch . . . Bitch!
You’re running with a loser
A thief
You know and you still let her go
With you
Oh no!
Alone’s a better place to stay
Honesty is all that matters
Tomorrow and Today
Don’t you see yet!
There is no better way
So get out of the ditch . . . Bitch!
You’re running with a loser
A thief
You know and you still let her go
With you
Oh no!
YOU’RE SENSELESS
I’d already put trust and faith in you
I believed in you
Your talent and your ability
And over and over again
You disappointed me with
Your attitude and actions
But I kept believing
Seems more trouble always follows you
Than anyone else I have known
You don’t follow even the judge’s orders
I was there in court with you
So why would I
Should I sign my name
For what drugs . . . Oh! No not me!
So sad, when that’s more important
Than a sandwich and some soup
Or personal hygiene items
We use daily or monthly
Perfume, clothes or a home
So sad, when your car is impounded
Towed and ticked more in one year
Than I’ve ever known of, with anyone else
So I’m not your friend because
I wouldn’t
Well, I didn’t and I won’t
Ever not for drugs
So I understand
I am not nor was I
Ever your friend
That my dear hurts
Because you were my friend
I wanted that friendship to make a difference for us
For you as well as me
Oh well
You’re senseless
YESTERDAY’S TODAY AND TOMORROW
People wanna believe
The words of a friend
New or old
Believe in them
Have faith in truth
From their lips to our ears
People wanna care
About a friend
With whom they choose to share
Feelings and things
No strings
Just share
Just care
Losing faith when in truth
We find only lies
Followed with Simply
A welcome, Good-bye
Yesterday, today, and tomorrow
For somewhere in the dust
Went the reason to try
To mend
Yesterday, today, tomorrow
For an untruthful friend
There’s no time to spend
Youth
With youth ya learn a hard truth about what’s real
Outside the package
The rest of the deal
The way your heart feels
Starting at youth
In Texas drinking vodka and vermouth
Ya see
Ya hear
Ya feel
Something real
Like peanut-butter and jelly
Toast and butter
Milk and honey
Not something rotten and smelly
It’s pure and simple
Like the rain and the snow
The color black and the color white
And all the fire in the candlelight
With youth ya learn a hard truth about what’s real
WE ARE ONE
It’s not supposed to be hard
To deal with the after facts
After the fact
Ya gotta look back
Like a old fashioned Smack
Right on the ass
To get your attention
So you would understand
Right and wrong
Safe and harmful
Oh what’s wrong
With spanking
What’s wrong with pledging alliance to the flag
We are one nation
Under God
We do want our children
To be better
Than we were
We want more for them
An easier life
A softer path to walk
After the fact
Cuz’
Right now America is under attack
HAUNTS
I’m not so sure
I believe what I’ve just seen
How did we get here
Now that you’re just a dream
Lost in my memory
Nothing is really final
Or completely over
With the exception of Death
IF
If you need to add
Or take away
From anything I said
It’s ok by me
If it makes more sense
That way
And it’s still all good
Then you already have a recipe
In your head
As well as your heart just like you should if?
I WANNA GO RACIN
Hey, I was havin’ a drink with some friends and
I started to write
Here it is
I wanna
I wanna go racin
I want it all
Nascar is where it’s all at
That’s what I know
Cuz’ racin’ is somewhere everyone loves to go
Anytime, anywhere theres a race
I wanna play
I wanna have a Talegate party
Drink some beer and eat some BBQ
I wanna hear the thunder
I wanna smell the rubber burnin’
I wanna scream and yell with excitement and enthusiasm
Until Dale Jr. wins and gets the checkered flag again
I wanna go racin’
I WANT SOME
I want some Ahh!
I want some Yum! Yum!
I want some Oh My!
Do ya know, know what
I mean
I want some Ahh!
I crave it!
I need it!
I want it!
I gotta, gotta have it
The hot that we create
Yeah! Yum! Yum!
I want some Ahh!
I want some Yum! Yum!
THOMAS
Thomas the sailor, the biker, my friend
And I are living a dream
Seeking the truth
Hoping the dream never ends
And reality isn’t ever to real, to deal
To deal with all the bad or sad,
That turns a happy dream into I got to deal,
With the dumb stuff that’s real
Like one of the seasons,
No purpose, no reason
Then life makes you laugh
When you see a cat chasing a rainbow
Only to realize your living a dream
Seeki
ng the truth with about as much hope as the cat has
For catching the rainbow
He never gives up
He does it day after day
Living a dream
Like Thomas the sailor, the biker
My friend
Partying at the Poop Deck when he’s on land
Thinking and drinking
Living a dream, seeking the truth
Trying to find that pot of gold
With someone to hold
At the end of the rainbow
IF ONLY I WERE A LITTLE
GIRL TODAY
Today I wanna put all the big girl troubles away
I just wanna be a little girl today
I don’t wanna wear a dress
I wanna go to a playground
And see-saw with a friend and swing, swing high until the chain jerks
I wanna run fast and jump far
I wanna climb the monkey bars
I wanna be a little girl today
I wanna put all the big girl troubles away
I wanna be a little girl today
Let’s take a bike ride to the closest dairy queen
Get a sundae, “Strawberry please”
No whip cream and no nuts
Just strawberries and ice cream
Thank you much
I wanna be a little girl today
I wanna put all the big girl troubles away
I wanna help my mom make cookies
Chocolate chip with extra chips!
Maybe even some nuts, just in one batch though
Cuz’ they hurt grandpa’s mouth
I wanna eat warm cookies and drink cold milk
And be a little girl today
With no responsibility, no deadline to meet, no bills to pay
In a world where everything’s gonna be OK
If only I were a little girl today
THE JACKET
The jacket is yours
In the pocket there was a tissue
I used and threw away
And a blue Bic lighter
I used and threw away
When it ran out of gas
The fire just didn’t last
That was nearly a year ago
Now the jacket
I’ve kept in the cedar chest
I’ll give back to you
Still I must confess
I honestly don’t remember
The name you called yourself
And the face won’t ever be exactly the same
As long as your playing your game
You’ll stay in my hall of fame
Covered in rust
On a shelf full of dust
Along with our love filled lust
Like some ol’ buried treasure once found
Only to be thrown out into the deep blue water
To land on the bottom of the sea
Along with all reality
Because back in the real world
I know there is no magical place called Hidden Valley
And no such thing as a quiet bike rally
WE LAUGH . . . WE JOKE
We are three . . . not two
We are a crew
We are a team
Or so it should seem
The things said
Are more often than not
Worthless gossip we spread
Rattled off the top of our head
We all work together
So let’s not get lost
In the static with each other
Things said off the cuff
Is sometimes pretty tuff stuff
The ears sometimes hear
What sounds like hate filled word’s
Hardening the heart with fear
Left wishing someone would
Fly away with the birds and disappear
We laugh . . . we joke
Make fun of and poke at
Ya’ understand it’s not meant to hurt anyone
It’s just part of We laugh . . . we joke
CLOTHESPINS
Their clothespins don’t stay on the line
They’re not made of the same cloth as you and I
When the wind blows they fly free
Only to come crashing to the ground
Barely making a sound
DREAMS COMING TRUE
Champagne and chocolate covered strawberries
Contracts signed, dreams
Coming true
Baby steps, skinned knees and elbows
From here who knows
After champagne and chocolate covered strawberries
Contracts signed, and dreams
Coming true
Where will this go
Who’s to know?
I Refuse
Me, yeah me
I refuse, refuse
To buy
To ask for or bum
Another cigarette
Me, yeah me
I refuse, refuse
To inhale that tobacco
Of any kind
Pipes, Cigars, Cigarettes
Me, yeah me
I refuse, refuse
To smell like
I’m dirty or haven’t bathed
Me, yeah me
I refuse, refuse
MY MEMORY, MY FACE
What do you mean?
Who is this?
We are in the age of caller Id
Yeah, you know
Still you click off and erase
My memory, my face
That six weeks was nineteen years ago
It has always held a flame
Of something special in my heart
From the very beginning
You asked, how’d I get so smart
So what do you mean?
Who is this?
CRAWL THROUGH
I met the old lady
She didn’t live in a shoe
When I asked if she had a room
She asked me if I could crawl through a broom?
If ya show me how, I’ll try! Was my reply
Followed with, I’m pretty handy at a lot of different things
I could probably fix that clock, so the bell rings
The old woman said “help me move some of this stuff”
I have the broom, we’ll need some room, this might be ruff
Then I held the broom in my hands, picked up my right leg and put it around my arm and over the handle on to the ground
Then I put the broom over my head and down my back and never let go!
Then picked up my other foot and put it down on the ground
Still holding the broom now upside down
Then the old woman said crawl back thru
And I’m sure I’ll find a room for you.
For that is something I’ve only seen a very few do
I’m sure someone that dandy is bound to be handy
MY FRIEND
She’s just a little girl and a full grown woman
She’s seeing a different side of herself
She’s in a comfortable yet combatable situation
Sharing a conversation of intelligence
Not just listening to a pie eyed drunk
Tell a bold face lie
She hopes and prays
She’s here to stay
Looking at a future that’s brighter
Starting now with a reason
A why and a how
The simple things of everyday life
Are no longer out of reach
The closer she gets to the beach
She’s just a little girl and a full grown woman
Wrapped up in one
Who likes to laugh and have fun
And lay out in the sun
Enjoying a cold one occasionally
Being thankful of life
Counting her blessing
Beaming with pride from the inside
For she no longer feels she needs to run and hide
; For the first time in years she feels alive
Ready to fight for her right to survive
No longer afraid she’ll shatter or break if she should bend
This little girl, This woman, I call my friend
MARIE’S POOP DECK CLOCK
Now after twenty-one years of partying at where she thinks
Is the coolest bar on the island
She wants more
Like she was a kid and only had to study to get a good score
Oh Yeah! She wants more
More peanut butter than you gave her before
She’s seen more than a few waves roll onto shore
Wearing a Dixie cap on her head and a pair of shorts
Flip flops with a lipstick smile on her face
To welcome you to her place
Cuz’ Captain Ardella and Admiral Frank likes it like that
Now the Poop Deck clock
Frank gave it to Marie when she was only 1st mate
Now twenty-one years later, she’s the skipper.
LOVE DOES EXIST
There was no keeping score
Nit-picky things didn’t matter before
Or even exist
Now they’re becoming part of a growing list
For two people so much alike
In the way they think
It ought’a figure
Together they are completely right
So just close that door
Quit keepin’ score
Pay attention to what matters and more