anybody...
-
(don't know too much)...
don't know too much... not well read...
can't quote alotta men...
nor tell ya all the stuff they said...
or what they'll say again...
won't fancy-talk my way around...
on grounds i don't belong...
can't tell ya all the things i've found...
i never came upon...
'bout all there is... that i can say...
to put some worth in words...
of all the talk that's come this way...
the soul's the best i've heard!...
~~~
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(fishin' hole'a supper singin')...
i grabbed my pole for the fishin' hole...
knockin' over the baseball bat...
they were leaning in that corner...
where the bow and arrow's at...
right next to my old acoustic...
by the electric guy that's stripped...
down to bits of hardware...
with no switches left to hit...
well i put back the pole for the fishin' hole...
so i could pick up the baseball bat...
and now they're leaning in that corner...
where the bow and arrow's at...
then i took out my old acoustic...
by the electric guy that's stripped...
and figured i'd better sing for my supper...
instead'a fishin' a corner for it!...
(hehehe)...
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(gee)...
when sunday feels like saturday...
and monday comes too soon...
when tuesday thinks its thursday...
and wednesday lost its room...
when friday finds the weekend...
but there's still work left to do...
remember days are just a name...
for time to answer to...
~~~
faux pas blues...
grew up too far from well-to-do...
that i never learned and never knew...
just how much those rules of etiquette...
were made for all but fools like me to get...
so i reckon it ain't such a wonder then...
as nothin's around for misfits to fit in...
guess i'm left again without a clue...
to carry on them faux pas blues!...
in metallic painted dining rooms...
paperdolls with plastic spoons...
serve up fancy flaming foods...
on china burnt with residue...
it was hard to read the menu...
charred with blurry pictures too...
so the only order that went through...
was one for more of them faux pas blues!...
us folks who sing them faux pas blues...
we got no wings or polished shoes...
can't close or open grand debuts...
won't follow high falutin views...
all we know is what we do...
and that's enough to take us to...
those heartfelt ears of plainfolks who...
hear homestead music in our faux pas blues!...
guess social blunders squander their due...
in either too many or so very few...
all too easily mine go through...
for the locals to wonder if it's true...
i'm a pauper of proper ways to ensue...
seems charity cases gotta need to accrue...
so they put all my pardons and thank-you too's...
on those tips of these tongues of them faux pas blues!...
~~~
(grew up too far from well-to-do...
that i never learned and never knew...
just how much those rules of etiquette...
were made for all but fools like me to get...
so i reckon it ain't such a wonder then...
as nothin's around for misfits to fit in...
guess i'm left again without a clue...
to carry on them faux pas blues!)...
~~~~~~~
-
(a cosmic line... lost in time)...
a cosmic line... lost in time... moments filled with truth...
riding waves... that once were graves... brought back to life in youth...
strung again... on spirit strands... each string is life to own...
prophetic phrase... that comes and stays... no moment left alone...
a precious world... with waves unfurled... on a magic moment ride...
suspended time... becomes my mind... and love is mine to hold...
a whispered word... barely heard... mystery's music found...
hidden notes... that seem to float... above life's sacred ground...
strung again... on spirit strands... each string is life to own...
prophetic phrase... that comes and stays... no moment left alone...
a precious song... to sing along... on a magic moment ride...
suspended time... becomes my mind... and love is mine to hold...
deep in sleep... where visions keep... the dreamworld wide awake...
spirits talk... angels walk... passing through the gate...
strung again... on spirit strands... each string is life to own...
prophetic phrase... that comes and stays... no moment left alone...
a precious sight... to spend the night... on a magic moment ride...
suspended time... becomes my mind... and love is mine to hold...
~~~~~~~
- (
funny-bone)...
was lookin' for the funny-bone...
they said it's in my arm...
then sent me to this joker...
who works some funny farm...
he showed me funny papers...
and asked me what i saw...
"well looks like blobs of ink to me...
no butterfly at all!"...
was told to cut the humor...
he quipped it wasn't funny...
i questioned "what's your interest?...
don't i rate for funny money?"...
must'a been the punchline...
on that upper-cut with a hook...
cause he marked the box for too-far-gone...
then put me in this funny book...
he closed it with a funny face...
(gee... talk about expression!...
never seen a comedian...
expose such sheer aggression!)...
he said they could not help me...
then asked me "please... just leave...
if we had to delve inside your mind...
i'd be a patient here indeed!"...
as he left his desk to shake my hand...
his elbow bumped the top...
he yelped "i hit my funny-bone!...
this nonsense has to stop!"...
it made me have to giggle...
though not by painful glow...
but because he showed his funny-bone...
(and that tickled me to know!)...
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(family tree'a branches... jeepers!)...
there's great ganddaddy horse-sense... (they put him out to pasture)...
after my uncle common-sense... (wed a common-law wife last year)...
we got this distant cousin non-sense... (too many times removed)...
and a crazie auntie fashion-sense... (colorblind and behooved)...
there's young nephew little-sense... (well actually little-sense junior)...
and old grandma practical-sense... (she lacks a sense-of-humor)...
gotta first cousin weird-sense... (tried to prune the family tree)...
and a shrewd niece business-sense... (with an associate's degree)...
can't forget old papa poor-sense... (lord bless his soul)...
and grandfather social sense... (keepin' up with the jones'n'all)...
there's also a buncha half-senses... (some'a our branches got split)...
and even a few-who-lost-their-sense... (we help 'em look for it)...
gotta mention our kinfolk five-senses... (ya might know who they are)...
'n'somewhere's lives a sixth-sense... (though he's out there pretty far)...
now about the real sallysense... (all's i can say is this)...
from the looks'a all these family ties... (lord knows who she is?!)...
(nothin' more... nothin' less... 'n'nothin' much!... for sure!)... :)
~~~~~~~
- (no written guarantee)...
see what i make...
they call it a mistake...
and i'm losing on listening to...
the promises i break...
i meant to make them happy...
but they felt so sad instead...
and when the smiles rolled into town...
they were sick and stuck in bed...
see what i do...
they say it's nothing new...
and i'm wasted on wondering...
if what they say is true...
i tried to lose my memory...
but lost my mind instead...
and when it felt so fine to me...
they'd said i'd lost my head...
see how i live...
they say i'll never win...
and i'm helpless on hoping that...
they're wrong this time again...
i had a built-in scoreboard...
but left it all behind...
and when the final seconds came down...
i'd lost all track of time...
see how i am...
they're wrong this time again...
and i'm glad to be sharing...
this part of where i've been...
it hasn't been all easy...
but there's life along the way...
and i'd never trade one piece of now...
for a different yesterday...
(seems there's always one more chance...
to take another chance...
cause the one thing that never came with me...
is a written guarantee)...
~~~~~~~
(rpm's in '65)...
rpm's in '65 on kitchen table legs...
and a record player spun around'n'bounced time on its head...
moving atmospheric vibes that open up the soul...
it touched this lowly heart'a mine through kinship most'a all...
bona fide in rings'a truth on high fidelity...
that musicmaker's outright sound rang through eternity...
his voice'a versonality stirred up uncommon bonds...
from rhyming lips to fingertips with spunk'n'spirit on...
they helped inspire here'n'now'n'fire up those starts...
that motivate the being's state to validate its part...
they led melodic fellowship'n'to my first guitar...
and hosted parlor dances with my babies under arm...
then bedtime stories for those kids when songs got played or read...
as daily homefront passage moved live music overhead...
and later onto some spare change'n'concert ticket stubs...
to see more ways than one of'a kind alive on stages'a love...
hence his song family's offspring grow as tuned-in tones still thrive...
they always did'n'always will well past this space'a time...
bob dylan's neat stuff means more to me than others put together...
what he does'n'what it's done lives on'n'in forever!...
gotta love that man'n'his stuff!... yepper! ... :)
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so
small a moth...
to floss that shine...
under glossy wings...
brushing dust off of time!...
-
- (a buncha neat tunes)...
- a buncha neat tunes got together to meet...
on a cornerstone of music and poetry streets...
their composer’s next birthday came rolling in...
bringing heartfelt vibrations to celebrate things!...
from far and nearby a wide range of songs sing...
a repertoire for life’s timeless voice to join in...
rings of truth harmonize their scales of tone...
balance outweighing to let ‘em be known!...
keynotes fill details as rhythmic beats soar...
throughout ballads’n’sonnets’n’verses’n’more...
pouring musicules forward in sound for the soul...
beyond dance halls’n’ballrooms’n’band sets’n’all!...
who builds endless windows ‘n’ doors into songs?...
who gives tunes this motion to keep moving on?...
who is it that gave them unique ways to play?...
the best of wishes to bob dylan each day!...
~~~
- (he got the neatest thing for his birthday again!...
younger!... bob dylan’s neat song “my back pages”!)... :)
~~~
santa's back pages...
(inspired by and borrowing from...
bob dylan's neat song "my back pages")...
crimson gifts tied up with green...
rolled in high and mighty wraps...
bounced in sleigh off snowy roads...
using reindeer as his maps...
"they're fallin' off my sled"... said he...
proud 'neath hairy brow...
ah... but toys were so much smaller then...
they're bigger than that now...
half-wrapped bicycles leaped forth...
"stay in the sleigh!"... he screamed...
lists from kids are way too big...
ran through his mind... he dreamed...
the simple gifts of christmas past...
had filled his bag somehow...
ah... but toys were so much smaller then...
they're bigger than that now...
kid's faces form his forward path...
from wanting everything...
to memorizing jingle lines...
tv commercials bring...
flung down by corporate kid's store men...
with thoughts of sell... somehow...
ah... but toys were so much smaller then...
they're bigger than that now...
a self-ordained woodworker's tongue...
whose old trains used to rule...
spouted out that battery packs...
are more to boast at school...
"remote control"... he spoke the words...
of a far too easy vow...
ah... but toys were so much smaller then...
they're bigger than that now...
in a santa's stance... he aimed his hand...
at the pay-offs parents reach...
fearing guilt-filled northpole enemies...
should he ever give his speech...
his pathway led by children's hearts...
too young to blame anyhow...
ah... but toys were so much smaller then...
they're bigger than that now...
yes... his beard felt tears when yuletide thoughts...
too humble to forget...
deceived him into wishing...
he could somehow resurrect...
the simple things of christmas past...
quite good... they were... and how!...
ah... but toys were so much smaller then...
they're bigger than that now...
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(older pictures)...
