Some stuff I wanted to save....

[Supertramp78]

From Cornflake:

The Wal-Mart of the Damned

I found hell a bit surprising
It’s a giant Wal-Mart store
But of course it’s hot as blazes
And we’re here forevermore
They sell snowshoes on aisle 80
There are parkas on aisle 24
You can only buy one book here:
Collected Speeches of Al Gore

All the shoppers are very ugly
And the aisles are always jammed
And the shrinkwrap cannot be opened
At the Wal-Mart of the Damned

We get muzak by Yoko Ono
Satan’s cruelty is inspired
On the TV there’s Cardinals football
Watching’s painful but it’s required
Though there is a music section
Scottish bagpipes are all they sell
Not a soul here knows how to play them
But with bagpipes who can tell?

All the shoppers are very ugly
And the aisles are always jammed
And there’s no beer but Budweiser
At the Wal-Mart of the Damned

Every shopper has a cellphone
And we chat about what’s new
Ring ring! Hey, how are ya
You still damned? Yeah, me too
And I sure do regret the error
That has done my soul such harm
I must shop these aisles forever
‘Cause I invented the car alarm

Yes the shoppers are very ugly
And the aisles are always jammed
All fat women must wear spandex
At the Wal-Mart of the Damned
At the Wal-Mart of the Damned

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A Hymn, I think

Summer is dry and the earth aches for rain
There's not a cloud I can see
Each day the sky sings an empty refrain
This is the way it should be

I feel alone and I wish for a friend
Solitude weighs down on me
I taste the dust as I'm waiting to mend
This is the way it should be

Rain drums the earth like a yes to a prayer
I let it wash over me
I love the rain more because it's so rare
This is the way it should be

Joy is a place on the far side of pain
Slaves understand being free
Skies must be empty to fill up with rain
This is the way it should be

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Song about a songwriter
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A measure of Em, a measure of C and two measures of D, repeated endlessly.

One night long ago a part of me awoke
When I went to hear a friend of mine play
There was only a guitar, lots of blue-white smoke
And a ragged voice with something to say

He sang about a world he was passing through
That never really felt like his own
He was reaching out to those who were strangers too
Showing us that we weren’t alone

And pushing back the night—that’s what some do
Pushing back the night so light gets through
Even when they’re gone their songs echo on
In all that we do

He’d play in any place where they’d lend him an ear
Leaving fingerprints on each mind
Then the road would call and he’d disappear
Looking for what he couldn’t find

A crack ran through his soul that he tried to heal
By drinking ‘til the bottle ran dry
Still the songs he sang were as true as steel
Ringing at the edge of the sky

And pushing back the night—that’s what some do
Pushing back the night so light gets through
Even when they’re gone their songs echo on
In all that we do

I picture how he was when he was twenty-four
And all those mornings still lay ahead
But finally the songs didn’t come any more
And then one day I heard he was dead

A lot of us were touched by his honest mind
What more could any epitaph say?
At times I’ll play a song that he left behind
As a pale sun goes slipping away

Pushing back the night—that’s what some do
Pushing back the night so light gets through
Even when they’re gone their songs echo on
In all that we do


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Assistance requested
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I've been posting too much but I really could use some feedback and criticism on this one. I suspect that there are things in it that don't work.

When I was young the news was full of names
Those are names you don’t hear much today
The world moved on and one by one they died
Now other names blow in and blow away

And one more wave
Slams into the shore
Breaking, gone
And thought about no more

There are the young who seldom look behind
They don’t believe their stories have an end
There are the old who can’t see much ahead
Age is a wound that time can never mend

And one more wave
Slams into the shore
Breaking, gone
And thought about no more

There was a war that didn’t have to be
We saw the cost in dead and ruined men
It seemed to me we never would forget
But then we did and fought that war again

The Bible says that generations come
And then they go and don’t leave much behind
I once saw waves pound in from the sea
That memory still echoes through my mind

And one more wave
Slams into the shore
Breaking, gone
And thought about no more


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Another damn song
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This one I wrote this morning. My adult life has been shaped by my love for the west, and the west is rapidly disappearing.

I came out west
Like a lot of folks do
Looking for answers
And I found a few
I've watched the west shrinking
As big cities grow
But I know a place
Where the crowds never go

It's the end of the west
The end of the west
Where horses aren't broken
And rivers don't rest
I found some gold
Where I'd never have guessed
Just north of nowhere
At the end of the west

Far from the highway
Is where it begins
You turn off your motor
And lay down your sins
In a sunblasted canyon
Or seeing elk tracks in snow
There's a kind of redemption
That few ever know

At the end of the west
The end of the west
Where horses aren't broken
And rivers don't rest
I found some gold
Where I'd never have guessed
Just north of nowhere
At the end of the west

I don't care for Vegas
I'm lost in LA
I don't see much reason
To be heading that way
I'll listen to coyotes
And watch the fire burn
And pray for the stars
And the wolves to return

To the end of the west
The end of the west
Where horses aren't broken
And rivers don't rest
I found some gold
Where I'd never have guessed
Just north of nowhere
At the end of the west


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Political thread
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The voice of the people
Is a mighty roar
I want mine!
Give me more!
Keep us safe!
Bring down the price of gas!
So our leaders decide
To kick some third-world ass

And the tiny men
With their tiny dreams
Sit in airy offices
Concocting schemes
Then our troops are sent
To risk all for a lie
And before we're done
Tens of thousands die

Are you angry yet?
Do you feel the shame?
See what's been done
In our country's name

In the last wilderness
An Exxon crew
Is pushing back the wolves
And the caribou
Well it had to come
What did you expect?
Nobody's seen a wolf
Write a campaign check

And by the way I'm touchy
About being free
From government intruding
Where it shouldn't be
So if Bush's spies
Are listening in on this song:
Crawl back under a rock
That's where your kind belong

Are you angry yet?
Do you feel the shame?
See what's been done
In our country's name

I've loved this country
All of my life
But now it's like the love
Of a battered wife
For her drunken mate
It's guarded and it's small
But some love's there
Despite it all

Are you angry yet?
Do you feel the shame?
See what's been done
In our country's name

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A simple one
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May daughter and wife
Are going out shopping
That’s what they like
But I don’t want to go
I’ll hang around
Drinking the day in
And dragging my feet
To make it pass slow

Slow days
Sure are pleasing
Slow days
Move at a crawl
Slow days
Don’t need a reason
For easin’ along
Doing not much at all

I’ve got things to do
Like start the stew cooking
And playing guitar
Out under a tree
And sipping a brew
And dreaming and looking
It ain’t action-packed
But it suits me

Slow days
Sure are pleasing
Slow days
Move at a crawl
Slow days
Don’t need a reason
For easin’ along
Doing not much at all

Off in the trees
Mourning doves call
I learned that song long ago
It’ll roll on
After I’m gone
Simple and soothing and slow

The shadows get long
The air’s getting cooler
And I’m getting good
At what geezers do
The women get home
They ask what I did
Not much I say
But I don’t think it’s true

Slow days
Sure are pleasing
Slow days
Move at a crawl
Slow days
Don’t need a reason
For easin’ along
Doing not much at all

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Silliness
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Doesn't anyone else ever write dumb stuff just because it's fun?

I could see that this song needed special effects
So I stuck in this verse where Tyrannosaurus Rex
Fights Mahatma Gandhi near the top of Squaw Peak
And I added this chorus where the quarter notes speak

They said dum dum dum dum dum
Dum dum dum dum dum
It was brilliant, yeah
But there was one thing missing

This song was in need of a great soundtrack
When I called up Elvis he agreed to come back
He said “Thank you…thank you very much”
As dead as he was, he hadn’t lost his touch

He sang dum dum dum dum dum
Dum dum dum dum dum
It was brilliant, yeah
But there was one thing missing

This song was in need of a sex scene, too
I called Paris Hilton but I couldn’t get through
So here’s my neighbor Agnes and her husband Neil…
No, it isn’t very pretty, that’s how we know it’s real

Dum dum dum dum dum
Dum dum dum dum dum
It was brilliant, yeah
But there was one thing missing

This song was in need of a story line
So I borrowed one from Shakespeare and I made it mine
There are two young lovers whose romance goes awry
When Tyrannosaurus Rex kills and eats the guy

Dum dum dum dum dum
Dum dum dum dum dum
It was brilliant, yeah
Now the closing credits

Directed by John Ford’s yard guy
Produced by a tangled mind
Hairstyles by someone malicious
Makeup by someone unkind
This song starred Tom Hanks and Tom Cruise
And Agnes and her husband Neil
And Scarlett Johansson as “Muffy”

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God's bad side
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If I hadn't listened to Tracy Nelson's "God Will," thanks to Dub Martin, I probably wouldn't have written this, but it had two other identifiable inspirations. I wrote it to sound like an old Carter Family gospel song. If we ever play it, I'll probably do it on mandolin.

The Bible tells of many folks
The good Lord had to smite
He’s the kind of God that wants
Everything done right

Chorus: God smites those who misbehave
So watch out what you do
Don’t get on his bad side or
He will smite you too

When some tribes ticked him off
He wiped ‘em off the map
He killed ‘em so we would know
Not to give him crap

Chorus: God smites those who misbehave
So watch out what you do
Don’t get on his bad side or
He will smite you too

Sodom’s people went astray
And met a ghastly fate
God wants sex to be restrained
And it must be straight

Chorus: God smites those who misbehave
So watch out what you do
Don’t get on his bad side or
He will smite you too
Sometimes he is loving, yeah
But he’s a moody guy
If you make him angry you can
Kiss your ass goodbye


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[Supertramp78]

More from Mr. Flake

Song to make you feel better about your songwriting
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This occurred to me early this morning. I think it's mildly funny.

I was a foolish young man
But that was decades ago
Now I'm a foolish old man
Looks like I oughta turn pro
Guess I'm not making much progress
Oh well

I wasn't good at real life
That's why I turned to songwriting
The songs I write aren't bad
But not bad isn't exciting
Rolling Stone hasn't called
Oh well

Why aren't there starlets
Splashing in my pool?
Oh yeah
I never have had a pool

Some say that death doesn't care
If we're successful or not
But really, how would they know?
Maybe it matters a lot
Maybe the winners get harps
The rest, banjos

I wanted memorable sins
So I could feel deep remorse
Lurid excesses of lust
But not too kinky of course
Instead, decades of marriage
Oh well

Some say that I'm self-absorbed
That's wrong, I cannot agree
I write about what I know
And what I know best is me
Excuse me, did you say something?
Don't interrupt

I was a foolish young man
But that was decades ago
Now I'm a foolish old man
Looks like I oughta turn pro
Guess I'm not making much progress
Oh well


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Another new one
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I wrote these lyrics yesterday morning. Seemed as if they needed a chorus to stitch them together into a whole song. This morning, I worked up a simple but catchy bass riff to play after each verse that does the job instead. Kind of a wordless chorus.

When at last I raise my eye
Something fine is passing by
There are clouds of red and gold
Rolling through a quiet sky

As I watch the light unfold
I no longer feel the cold
What I see is warm and new
I forget I'm growing old

Minutes pass and soon it's through
Broken streets come into view
Though the sky may beckon me
There's some work I need to do

What I chose is what I'll be
I suppose that's being free
But at times I'm troubled by
All the skies I'll never see

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Old fart lyrics
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My memories could fill a barge now
Mammaries don't loom as large now
The left and right have come to sound the same
The flair I once had doesn't flare much
The world moved on and doesn't care much
All those years of living are to blame

I don't care who Brad Pitt chooses
I don't care who wins or loses
You can have my tickets to the game
Parts of me are soft and sagging
Oftentimes I find I'm dragging
All those years of living are to blame

(These lines came to me this morning. I get the sense that this could be a hundred-verse song.)

Nowadays the fish aren't biting
When I sin it's less exciting
Paris Hilton doesn't know my name....

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White people
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This came to me this morning. It's stupid but for some reason it cracks me up when I sing it.

(It's probably bad form to edit after someone has responded but I will anyway.)

We’re the ones who gave the world Jello
And leaders like Bush and Gore
We’re the people who invented hockey
Though God only knows what for

We’re white people
White people
It's all we know
It's what we’ve always been

They say that we don't really move well
So it’s really sad to watch us dance
And you won’t see many of us in the Super Bowl
‘Cause with our genes we have no chance

We’re white people
White people
It's all we know
It's what we’ve always been

On the outside we seem tepid
But we have also have a boring side
We're the ones who can sing Alleluia
And make it sound like someone died

We’re white people
White people
It's all we know
It's what we’ve always been


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Tackling the heavier themes
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It ain't much but it's what I wrote this morning:

You can eat nothing but tofu and tree bark
And guess what? You’re still gonna die
So when it’s meal time, why not look death in the eye?
And say

I’ll have a burger
That’s right, with bacon and cheese
I’ll have a burger
With fries and a diet Coke please

Some take their chances on fast motorcycles
Some go skydiving for fun
But few have the nerve to face sudden death on a bun
I do

I’ll have a burger
That’s right, with bacon and cheese
I’ll have a burger
With fries and a diet Coke please

What else supplies you with every known food group
And tickles your taste buds as well?
As for cholesterol, why fear what we cannot spell?
So

I’ll have a burger
That’s right, with bacon and cheese
I’ll have a burger
With fries…and a diet Coke please

(This song is in G but it uses all of the major white chords--A, B, C, D, E, F and G, plus Am and Em. A first for me.)

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You must be writing something
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I haven't written anything all that good lately but I'm still writing. Here's a waltz. It's no great shakes but when I play it I think it beats silence.

I’m an old rustler, I live in the hills
What I have left isn’t much
I get up each day and I go on my way
Looking for brightness to touch

Snow flies at dusk and I build a fire
Sit close, trying to stay warm
Memories come and I wince at some
I never meant to do harm

[Bridge]
Being sorry may work with God
The law won’t forgive or forget
So come the dawn I’ll keep moving on
There’s still some life in me yet

As the fire’s dying the moon starts to rise
Empty hills glow in the night
It’s lovely to see and briefly I’m free
I wish the world a good night

[Instrumental]

I’m an old rustler, I live in the hills
What I have left isn’t much
I get up each day and I go on my way
Looking for brightness to touch


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WHOLE LOTTA SONATA

Seven sullen angels came to visit me
Bringing down a message from on high
They said that being puzzled was my destiny
Then they flapped away into the sky

Je dit plus ca change
Plus c’est la meme chose

Bonnie heard me barking so she brought a bone
Mary heard me moo and brought some hay
Sally heard me howling and she howled along
Sally shouldn’t copy me that way

Je dit plus ca change
Plus c’est la meme chose

Fuzzy was a prophet with a cockatoo
I asked him what the future held in store
He began to cry and then he wept some too
I don’t think I’ll ask him any more

Je dit plus ca change
Plus c’est la meme chose

Martian troops were spider-stepping through my town
Looked like we were being overrun
The president said hey, don’t let it get you down
No matter how it looks we really won

Je dit plus ca change
Plus c’est la meme chose

The poetry police were banging on my door
Some fools don’t know what a doorbell does
I yelled don’t be coming ‘round here any more
No one’s home and no one ever was

Je dit plus ca change
Plus c’est la meme chose

Climbing Magic Mountain made me tired and gray
But I made it to the top somehow
I took a look around me and I said okay
That was cool, what do I do now?

Je dit plus ca change
Plus c’est la meme chose

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My second crack at Christian music
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It's probably bad form to edit the original version but I changed it so it said what I meant to say better.

When it's time for dying
I think we'll be through
I can't speak for Jesus
But I think he did too
He wasn't here to sell us
Any condos in the sky
He was an extraordinary
Ordinary guy

In a world of shadows
He could see a light
And I'm gonna follow him
'Cause I think he was right

Those who told his story
Added lots of fluff
Pointing us to what was true
Was miracle enough
Generations come and go
A light keeps shining through
Finding it and saying yes
Are all we need to do

In a world of shadows
He could see a light
And I'm gonna follow him
'Cause I think he was right

Some will say that my views
Prove I've gone astray
Well the feeling's mutual
Have a real nice day
I suspect that in the end
We're all degrees of wrong
Arguing won't help a bit
Let's just get along

In a world of shadows
He could see a light
And I'm gonna follow him
'Cause I think he was right

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Blues lyrics
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I've always had a hard time with them. Not sure why. Anyway, these are some that are more jazz than blues, I guess. Twelve bar structure but the chords are mainly 9ths and major 7ths, and it's a major scale. I don't think they're great lyrics but they're what I wrote lately.

Cmaj7
I lived in New York once
F9 Cmaj7
Now it seems so long ago
F9
I lived in New York once
Fmaj7 Cmaj7
Now it seems so long ago
Dm7
Don’t go back that often
G Cmaj7 G
There’s nobody there I know

When I went back to Austin
I got a little lost somehow
When I went back to Austin
I got a little lost somehow
Been a lot of years
I don’t recognize it now

Dm7
Places keep on changing
G7
And I keep changing too
Cmaj7
When I try to go back, well
A7
It’s not the place I knew
Dm7
Different town
Gsus4 G
Different pair of eyes

I just thought of Sarah
She was something fine to see
I just thought of Sarah
She was something fine to see
I suppose she’s older
But she still looks the same to me


[Instrumental verse and bridge]


Places keep on changing
And I keep changing too
When I try to go back, well
It’s not the place I knew
Different town
Different pair of eyes

There are lives I might have lived
In places where I didn’t stay
There are lives I might have lived
In places where I didn’t stay
I wish I’d lived ‘em all
But living doesn’t work that way

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Four-minute movie
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Mary sells her time to a dotcom run by midgets
She spends sleepy hours in a cubicle herding digits
In return she’s paid enough
To buy a lot of cheesy stuff
That’s the deal inside the drum machine

Mary and her friends go to check out a band they’ve heard of
The songs are fluff nobody understands a word of
The lead guitarist trolls for chicks
With very cold orgasmic licks
He’ll do well inside the drum machine

Boom chuck boom chuck
Boom chuck boom chuck boom
And so on

Love is in short supply so the price climbs higher
Mary tries the discount kind with a young supplier
The bouncing bed is lots of fun
She’s still hungry when she’s done
That’s how it goes inside the drum machine

Mary looks for God under G in the yellow pages
She wants something new, not that stuff from the Middle Ages
Her holy fix is cheap and fast
Naturally it doesn’t last
Not much does inside the drum machine

Boom chuck boom chuck
Boom chuck boom chuck boom
And so on

The signs say to stay inside but she doesn’t heed ‘em
Outside she sees dusty miles of freedom
A few will wonder where she’s gone
But the beat will go right on
That’s what counts inside the drum machine

Boom chuck boom chuck
Boom chuck boom chuck boom
And so on

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New song
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Here's one I'm not too sure about and could use some feedback on.

We see a war that doesn't end
Each day we feel the sting
For a while there are no songs
It's not a time to sing

But then we do
Though the sky is broken
Then we do
That's how the song goes on

Wind and rain tear a hole
Where a city was
Why should we be giving thanks
If that's what heaven does?

But then we do
Though the sky is broken
Then we do
That's how the song goes on

[instrumental]

We get hurt and we go on
Wondering if we'll heal
Love is something that we need
And can't afford to feel

But then we do
Though the sky is broken
Then we do
That's how the song goes on


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When a Song Goes Bad
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They say you should write about what you know....

This song is homeless, drinks cheap red wine
I hate to say it but yeah, it's mine
It was a waltz once, it made me proud
But then it fell in with a no-good crowd

When a song goes bad it's such a pity
When a song goes bad we all feel the pain
When a song goes bad it sure ain't pretty
It's so darned sad when a song goes bad

When a song's at risk there may be clues
Like people leaving...the sound of boos...
Do you find you're wishing it would conclude?
Is a banjo playing? If so, you're screwed

When a song goes bad it's such a pity
When a song goes bad duct tape will not help
When a song goes bad it sure ain't pretty
It's so darned sad when a song goes bad

[Kazoo solo]

Why songs go wrong is a mystery
Is it upbringing or heredity?
Fox News of course blames Hillary
While the liberals claim we're all to blame

When a song goes bad it's such a pity
When a song goes bad it needs a wheelchair
When a song goes bad it sure ain't pretty
It's so darned sad--
Why me, Lord? Why not Steve Earle?--
When a song goes bad


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Middle of nowhere
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I had an almost religious experience while on vacation in the mountains near Flagstaff this past week. So of course I wrote a song about it. The experience was much better than the song.

Rock walls are rising to the sky
Trees soar, water dances by me
New leaves are rippling in the air
As if they're saying

All’s well, come and see
All’s well, come and see

I know the city’s filled with fear
It seems so far away up here though
The sky is luminous and blue
And hawks are turning

All’s well, come and see
All’s well, come and see

I sit and listen to the water sing
Something fine is near
War will pass
This will still be here

A part of me would love to stay
I’m only healing for a day though
The meadow’s flecked with red and gold
And ever will be

All’s well, come and see
All’s well, come and see

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Song about walking
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I live in a good neighborhood for walking. This is mostly just a catalogue of what I see.

There by the white picket fence
Sunflowers grow tall and bright
Ducks glide around in the pond
Catching the edge of the light

Chorus:
My what a fine-looking day
There’s time to see something new
I don’t need to go far away
A walk through the morning will do

There’s a house that only grows weeds
And one where geraniums grow
One lady walks her big dog
Like always I say hello

Chorus

Madeleine lived in that house
I’m glad that she was alive
There in the church parking lot
I taught the kids how to drive

Chorus

It’s always good to get home
I read the news for a spell
Mostly it’s fearful and sad
But I’d say the world’s doing well

Chorus


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Did I kill this entire sub-forum?
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Oh, well, I'm shameless. This weekend's song, a rocker built over Em/C/Cmaj7-Am7/D5:

He was a giant back when I was small
When I grew older he was not so tall
I watched him shrink, one day he was gone
I cried and then moved on

Mmm mmm sure don’t understand it
Mmm mmm and I never will
Mmm mmm nothing is forever
But I miss him still

There was an empty place the coyotes knew
And deer and quail and a cougar too
But then they put a subdivision in
I can’t go back again

Mmm mmm sure don’t understand it
Mmm mmm and I never will
Mmm mmm nothing is forever
But I miss it still

I saw my country turning hard and cold
I gave up counting all the lies they’d told
Some peddle fear, pitting me against you
Killing the country we knew

Mmm mmm sure don’t understand it
Mmm mmm and I never will
Mmm mmm nothing is forever
I miss my country still

And as for dying, my answer is no
I’ve read the brochures and I don’t plan to go
I’m sure it’s fine and there’s nothing to fear
But heck I like it here

Mmm mmm sure don’t understand it
Mmm mmm and I never will
Mmm mmm nothing is forever
But I ain’t had my fill


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ODE TO SUMMER

It’s that special time of year when everything is hot
From now until October comes we won’t go out a lot
The patio thermometer says it’s one hundred ten
It’s bleeping summertime in Arizona once again

(instrumental verse)

Yeah summer puts a pitchfork in our city’s derriere
We’re not afraid of going to hell ‘cause we’re already there
It’s like we’re being punished for some truly awful sin
It’s bleeping summertime in Arizona once again

(instrumental verse)

At five AM Sue took a walk and she came back okay
Mary went at seven though and melted plumb away
Autumn will come someday but it’s gonna suck ‘til then
It’s bleeping summertime I said
It’s bleeping summertime that’s right
It’s bleeping summertime in Arizona once again

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Western waltz
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Riding the canyons and looking for strays—
That’s what I’ve done nearly all of my days
I’m just an old catboy who’s set in his ways
I’’ll never be rich but I’m free

Move along, little tabby, we got miles to go
Yippie eye, yippie ay, yippie ee, yippie oh

I saddle old paint and I pack up my gear
The cat herd must move and the reason is clear
They’ve wiped out the songbirds and mice around here
Up ahead we’ll be finding more prey

Move along, little tabby, we got miles to go
Yippie eye, yippie ay, yippie ee, yippie oh

Head ‘em up! (Crack) Move ‘em out! (Crack)

Branding them cats isn’t easy to do
I’m covered with scratches and blood when I’m through
The howling is awful, the cats make noise too
But the branding keeps rustlers away

Move along, little tabby, we got miles to go
Yippie eye, yippie ay, yippie ee, yippie oh

Yodel lady yodel lady yodel lady yodel-ah yahoo
Yippie ah aye ee oh oooo
Yodel lady yodel lady yodel lady yodel-ah yahoo
Yippie ah aye ee oh oooo

All day in the saddle I’m a-singing this song
As I lasso the stragglers and drag ‘em along (thump…thump…)
Some say cats are worthless but I say that’s wrong
We just ain’t figured out what they’re for

Move along, little tabby, we got miles to go
Yippie eye, yippie ay, yippie ee, yippie oh

The life of a catboy is all that I know
Yippie eye, yippie ay, yippie ee, yippie oh

[Cornflake]

Gosh, Tramp, I'd forgotten a lot of those!

The End of the West, Lonesome Catboy, God's Bad Side and White People are now regulars in our line-up. Gene Backlin was kind enough to hoist up two of them. mp3.ehmz.org/DonPeters/

Most of the rest never got performed for people. Now that I reread Slow Days, though, I think maybe it deserves resuscitation.

Tanks for the memories.

[Gypsy Picker]

There's some great stuff here. Too bad (for me) the muse spends most of her time in the warmer climes of Arizona.