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Wednesday, October 28, 2015

old people


Old people

Head like a turnip

Long time you been going
Remember the good times
Tell us where you been
Show us how was done
Back before cars and lights
Fishing with a stick and a string
Help us see where you been
Take out your teeth and grin
You not have to work now...
All tired out creaky and weak
Hear with tiny speakers in your ears
See with tired eyes.

Old People
What do you know now?
Close your eyes, run and jump
Feel your first kiss
First love, first heart break
See the day I was born
Nothing but a pants wetter
Me then, you now
Old and happy as a little kid
Old people
Forget the bad
Close your eyes and fly away
Sing with the angles
We are too young to care today.


Tuesday, October 6, 2015

The All Night, Half-wits, Masquerade Ball

I ain't a gonna wait till late next Fall
I needs my fix by-gosh by-gol
there ain't no reason to delay
So snag yer mask down off the wall
And we-ll git stupid one and all and par-tay
At the all night, half-wit's, masquerade ball

Yo, come on Addie make the call
Give the time to one and all
Were kick'n down on Fester's hay
Say brang your cousins big and small
Go'n have one bawdy full Moon parr-tey
At the all night, half-wit's, masquerade ball

Go plug that coon in the pine tree, tall
An stew 'em up with fixns' y'all
Next bring up barley-hops on dray
A cord of wood to blaze away
We'll sing and dance, howl and prance and parrr-tay
At the all night, half-wit's, masquerade ball

Dig out yer blackest hat and shall
Tuck yer locks up in it all
Brang the fiddler with teeth like clay
He'll lighten foot of stout and tall
A squeeze box player who aims to parrr-tay
At the all night, half-wit's, masquerade ball

Then purdy soon a drunken brawl
Will over take the horde, piss-all
Till stupid drunks we pantin' lay
And mornin' light drives home the owl
Won't be a one who still knows how to parrr-tay
At the all night, half-wit's, masquerade ball

Raw knuckles, sore eyes shut down small
We'll sport about the streets and hall
But none will recollect to say
Just you or who been at the brawl
Cuzz-a be'n masked, at the drunken parrr-tay
Of the all night, half-wit's, masquerade ball