Hey Johnny

 Hey Johnny

 

Everyone who ever strummed the guitar                   

Everyone who spun the story of a star                       

Everyone who hitchhiked the magic mile                  

Hey baby maybe you can still smile?                        

 

Hey Johnny can I play you a song

I wrote it when I was young

I sung it my whole life long

Hey Johnny can I play you a song

 

Hey Mister Johnny you know I can sing

Why are you dreaming of becoming a king?

Hobos take it slow is that coffee hot?

Life’s true blessings so quickly forgot

 

Hey Johnny can I play you a song

I wrote it when I was young

I sung it my whole life long

Hey Johnny can I play you a song

 

Johnny Rotten no that’s really not fair

Even the devil himself resorts to prayer

Tell me maybe baby the love has grown?

The best blues guitarists are unknown

 

Hey Johnny can I play you a song

I wrote it when I was young

I sung it my whole life long

Hey Johnny can I play you a song

 

Sylvia dreams she has no other choice

I hold her hand tight and share my voice

At fifty-seven you tend to look to heaven

I saw Jesus working at the Seven Eleven

 

This train rides to glory some of the time

What if I sung this and they hated my rhyme

On to Venus past Jupitar and Mars

Plenty of music in these guitars

 

Hey Johnny can I play you a song

I wrote it when I was young

I sung it my whole life long

Hey Johnny can I play you a song

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Dreams

Dreams

 

I guess I must confess it was Sleeping Beauty                      

Or bright Snow White such a delightful cutie                       

I was young and the big screen cartoons seemed real           

How could they be wrong please tell me what’s the deal?    

 

My dreams never came true how about you?

I was searching for a woman wild and true

Who would love me the whole night through

Dreams are only for the lucky few

 

Carol Gay in her day fought for the working poor

She stood for the union and against the war

Looking fine on the picket line with her sign

At last Carol has passed to meet the divine

 

My dreams never came true how about you?

I was searching for a woman wild and true

Who would love me the whole night through

Dreams are only for the lucky few

 

In the mansion on the hill there’s a huge heating bill

White collared priests in black never do God’s will

Jesus said the right path was narrow and straight

Not in heaven at fifty-seven still forsaking hate

 

My dreams never came true how about you?

I was searching for a woman wild and true

Who would love me the whole night through

Dreams are only for the lucky few

 

They call it the American dream don’t tell the Sioux

If you ain’t on top don’t stop until you get the view

Chasing nothing wake up from the loveless fantasy

We don’t need money honey just come dance with me

 

On the turntable the record sweetly spins

Come take my hand understand nobody wins

Come hear Marvin Gay singing What’s Going On

A crash in a midnight flash and this life’s gone

 

My dreams never came true how about you?

I was searching for a woman wild and true

Who would love me the whole night through

Dreams are only for the lucky few

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A Magic

 A Magic

 

Early to the store the shelves empty              

Saluting the flag but I ain’t free                     

I see in the east the rising son                        

One day they say victory won                       

 

There’s a magic I lean upon

There’s a magic but it’s gone

The sunshine is currently on

There’s a magic but it’s gone

 

Tutoring Daniel he makes us laugh

I’m missing kissing my better half

There’s a rabbit hidden in my hat

I’m a wizard my voice is flat

 

There’s a magic I lean upon

There’s a magic but it’s gone

The sunshine is currently o

There’s a magic but it’s gone

 

I did it once before but no more

Through the years I fear a money whore

In the mirror I covet the score

It don’t matter in endless war

 

There’s a magic I lean upon

There’s a magic but it’s gone

The sunshine is currently on

There’s a magic but it’s gone

 

I got a guitar but all the strings are broken

They say Hey mister you must be jokin’

I got to the chorus before they revolted

I wasn’t hurt but I sure was insulted

 

These lyrics ain’t good they ain’t that bad

Sometimes we’re happy sometimes we’re sad

When did I begin to speak in plural

Use spray paint to make my mural

 

There’s a magic I lean upon

There’s a magic but it’s gone

The sunshine is currently on

There’s a magic but it’s gone

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Love Letters

 Love Letters

 

Love letters

Reckless rambling wayward words

Smashing foul fetters

Groans of pleasure heard

Intimate touch

Insanely too much

Sounds rolling of the tongue

You can only be young

One time

Was it a crime

To express

Love and tenderness

I hear you never married

And that you carried

An iron cross

I feel for your loss

Would you feel better

If I sent to you

A love letter

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"A Little Bit Further Up On Down The Road" a True Story by John Kaniecki

A Little Bit Further Up On Down The Road

It was on my cross country hitch hiking trip that I found myself in the beloved state of West Virginia.  I was literally in the middle of nowhere. It was summer and the countryside was alive with nature’s lushness. Green trees full of beauty were everywhere to be found. On the road that curved through the hills I would encounter small towns.  The towns were so tiny that it took less than two minutes to walk through them.         

 Years later I would meet a very plump and pleasant woman named Sharon.  She was in my creative writing class.  She would write stories and poetry about her experience growing up in West Virginia.  Eleanor Roosevelt had a big influence in the area getting these towns to do crafts.  Sharon had a nickname that everybody from her minute town would recognize right away.  Like all the people I met from West Virginia she was pleasant and nice. I can readily agree with John Denver when he calls West Virginia “Almost Heaven”.

I remember one day I was walking through a tiny town.  I was tired and I spotted a Church of Christ building. It was little more than a wooden shack.  I wanted to sleep so I just lied down on the porch and used my sleeping bag as a pillow.  It was next to a school and the janitor spotted me.  He came over and woke me up asking if I was alright. I told him I was and I got up and went walking on.  In New York City I could have gotten arrested for such activity. Guess I was as strange to the man as he was to me.

It was around one of these towns that an elderly gentleman saw my extended thumb and pulled over to give me a ride.  Upon my entering his car, he warmly greeted me.  His accent was the strongest and most foreign I have ever experienced.  If I hadn’t known better I would have thought that I had left the United States.  Doug, a friend of mine who is a native of West Virginia claims that it is I who has the accent.  But I believe even Doug would classify this man as having an accent.

The man was kind and talkative. The two of us rode together for over an hour.  I always enjoyed long rides.  I had no particular place to go and no schedule to keep but long rides gave me the impression I was getting somewhere.  When I spoke to the man I tried to imitate his intense dialect. I must have been successful or the man may have been just too kind to expose my ruse.  I recall the words of caution as I left his care. “This here is city folk around here. City folk are nice but not like us country folk. It’ll be hard to get a ride around here. So to help you out, I took you a little farther up on down the road.”

After the ride it was only a matter of moments until I got a new ride.  The man who picked me up was definitely not from the back woods; he was a genuine city slicker. He was dressed in a suit and tie for one thing. His speech had a slight color to it but he could have spoken with that accent in my native New Jersey and not drawn any attention.

This man too drove me for about an hour. Then as he dropped me off he had these words for me.  “This here is country folk, country folk are nice but not like us city folk. It’ll be hard for you to get a ride around here.  So to help you out, I took you a little farther up on down the road.”

Country and city, black and white, rich and poor, crazy and sane, I’ve seen them all in my years. Kindness is not restricted but is prevalent throughout society.  Unfortunately so is wickedness.  But this I know, when you reach an impasse you can count on God to take you a little bit further up on down the road.  The question is “Do you have the courage to accept the ride?”

Read more of my stories in my memoirs "More Than The Madness"