Tuesday, August 20, 2013

north jersey
2013
(don mclean)
Starry
 starry
 night

Flaming flowers
that brightly blaze

Swirling clouds in violet haze

Reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue
Colours changing hue
Morning fields of amber grain
Weathered faces lined in pain
Are soothed beneath the artist's LOVING hand

Wednesday, August 7, 2013

dearly departed
cemetery
Marcellus, new york
 
(bruce springsteen)
On the road to Basra stood young Lieutenant Jimmy Bly
Detailed to go through the clothes of the soldiers who died
At night in dreams he sees their souls rise
Like dark geese into the Oklahoma skies
Well this is a prayer for the souls of the departed
Those who've gone and left their babies brokenhearted
This is a prayer for the souls of the departed
Now Raphael Rodriguez was just seven years old
Shot down in a schoolyard by some East Compton Cholos
His mama cried "My beautiful boy is dead"
In the hills the self-made men just sighed and shook their heads
This is a prayer for the souls of the departed
Those who've gone and left their babies brokenhearted
Young lives over before they got started
This is a prayer for the souls of the departed
Tonight as I tuck my own son in bed
All I can think of is what if it would've been him instead
I want to build me a wall so high nothing can burn it down
Right here on my own piece of dirty ground
Now I ply my trade in the land of king dollar
Where you get paid and your silence passes as honor
And all the hatred and dirty little lies
Been written off the books and into decent men's eyes

Sunday, August 4, 2013

sunny florida road
(bruce springsteen)
At sixteen she quit high school to make her fortune in the promised land
She got a job behind the counter in an all night hamburger stand
She wrote faithfully home to mama
Now mama don't you worry none
From small things, mama
Big things one day come

It was late one Friday he pulled in out of the dark
He was tall and handsome; first she took his order, then she took his heart
They bought a house up on the hillside
Where little feet soon would run
From small things, mama
Big things one day come
Oh but love is fleeting
it's sad but true
But when your heart is beating
You don't wanna hear the news
She packed her bags:and with a Wyomie County real estate man
 
She ran down to Tampa
In an El Dorado Grande
She wrote back home
Dear Mama
Life is just heaven in the sun
From small things, mama
Big things one day come

Well she shot him dead
On a sunny Florida road
When they caught her all she said
Was she couldn't stand the way he drove

Back home lonesome Johnny
Prays for his baby's parole
He waits on the hillside
Where the Wyomie waters roll
At his feet and almost grown now
A blue-eyed daughter and a handsome son
Well from small things, mama
Big things one day come
Well from small things, mama