Em Runnin Boots

Its happenin all around us, babe
All around us, yeah
Wonder if em boots are too old to stay
Hang up my runnin boots what you say

Ooooh Hang em up
(and) sling them on the ol boat rail
with the sail
with the sail

the tattered ol sail
the cored out boots
the scratched out records
the familiar road

oooh hang em up
(and) sling them on the ol boat rail
with the sail
with the sail

all around me mileage is tense
speed is fallow
in the suburbs of sense
embittered and sallow

And its all in the suburbs......yeah....

there or thereabouts......yeah

So lets just hang em up.... babe

Slow it down....yeah

the nation of two .....yeah 

Music: Godsmack: Bad Religion

Lastly Alive

A simple ode or a malodorous brood
An attempt at rhyme or a musical jibe
Definitions or eruditions
Nope, nothing works

Transmogrified by your filth
Mirrored by your chaos
Belted in by the indifference
And oh the noise finally silencing mine

Its always been you, always

Even when it wasn't

And even when I said I will leave

Its just you and me

Yes, we are one, you and me

Music: Another way to die : Disturbed

For Mr D

Ophelia, now her they burned with her bra;
Poker face and keep away from issues of race
The main man he earn a prize on hope, how else to save face?

Blood rules and the sweet white devil sits on the throne
Smiling sweetly, equality is his wedding vow
The mind is without fear and the heads they have been shorn
Tagore and Tolstoy congratulate the Mahatma
The slums they are a-pimpin
Poverty finally has a use

The green horns and the hawks all carving up the turkey,
Ringing in a Christmas on the foghorns of doom
Peddling a paranoia thats never to loom

The titanic sank and Manhattan is now sub prime
They lost their jobs and their Isle of delight
But the jets and the chalets are no crime
The weapons they were in plain sight
The war it is fought on another’s dime
The acts have all gone home and the bands all rhyme

I got your letter today
about the time the tawdry protector got out of jail
for raping a lil girl he made bail

Federico Lorca they hanged; Che shot in the back
Kesey and the pranksters mottled on Guantanamo Bay
Woodstock peddles chicken soup and Bobby is born again
Baby boomers and Martin Luther now no longer in pain
The pope smiles on the corpses of the vain
Ginsberg and Steinbeck applaud while standing frail

I saw it from the window and between my legs my long tail
While I save my precious hide and dust off the pride
To join the conformist tide

So...

well, maybe there's a god above
but all i've ever learned from love
was how to shoot somebody who outdrew you
it's not a cry that you hear at night
it's not somebody who's seen the light
it's a cold and it's a broken hallelujah

hallelujah...

Moved.....finally!

Requiem

Whose ideals, whose principles and whose dreams,
We have tread on them all and covered up our tracks
The roasted prunes, the empty cans, the stories in reams
Its all sanded down and nudged up in the extreme

Blaze of glory, streaks of brightness and paths of innovation
Untouched by hypocrisy, unbidden by expediency
The lives and loves, all unsullied, uninhibited imagination
Documented and proven, it’s all frozen and still in its prime

The stench of failure, does not threaten us.
Not for us the tedium of numbing boredom
The threat of tragedy passes us idly by
The pain of parting as the bard, is only such sweet sorrow

For...

Fearless and bold we have travelled the Roads less taken
Oh, my love what a time it was
We have pushed the boundaries, tested the limits and busted the clichés
We have had our run and oh, what a time it was