An Ode To Woody

An Ode To Woody

 FAWM #14

My tears have mingled with the rain                      

All our fears were absurd and insane                     

We searched for the dream all in vain                    

Only a poet could adequately explain                    

 

Bob Dylan couldn’t sell out don’t you see

He never had the Spirit of Woodie Guthrie

Only a pop singer with tricky words

And Woody he lived a life worthy to be heard

 

I’ve walked the streets they call the hood

Talked to the bad and sung with the good

At college I majored in pain

Only a poet could adequately explain

 

Bob Dylan couldn’t sell out don’t you see

He never had the Spirit of Woodie Guthrie

Only a pop singer with tricky words

And Woody he lived a life worthy to be heard

 

Policeman was never the worker’s friend

Charities dwell in the let’s pretend

I could expose Satan but I’ll refrain

Only a poet could adequately explain

 

Bob Dylan couldn’t sell out don’t you see

He never had the Spirit of Woodie Guthrie

Only a pop singer with tricky words

And Woody he lived a life worthy to be heard

 

This train is bound for glory

Today right now I’m living the story

Standing on the backs of hobos before me

This train is bound for glory

 

Soon the wind is going to blow

The world is the stage ready for the show

Soon the truth of the cross will be plain

Only a poet could adequately explain

 

Bob Dylan couldn’t sell out don’t you see

He never had the Spirit of Woodie Guthrie

Only a pop singer with tricky words

And Woody he lived a life worthy to be heard 

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Wild Child

Wild Child

 

She died her hair green for just a laugh                     

Laughing in the mirror there’s my better half            

Combat boots and a self-made tie dye                       

Life is for the living give it a try                                

 

She was a wild child without within

Having a good time ain’t a sin

She was a wild child full of the Holy Ghost

She was a wild child it ain’t a boast

 

The boys say ‘she’s weird’ as she walks bye

But all the girls notice their lingering eyes

Anarchy’s really a state of mind

And the real truth of love is being kind

 

She was a wild child without within

Having a good time ain’t a sin

She was a wild child full of the Holy Ghost

She was a wild child it ain’t a boast

 

A refugee from nineteen sixty-three

Letting go is the secret of being free

She flirts quickly and dances so slow

Always sitting the front row for the show

 

She was a wild child without within

Having a good time ain’t a sin

She was a wild child full of the Holy Ghost

She was a wild child it ain’t a boast

 

There are secrets that we could never tell

There couldn’t be heaven without hell

It’s not where you’re born but how it ends

If we can’t be lovers then let us be friends

 

She’s a poet who believes in rhyme

Simultaneously ahead and behind her time

Life is a song so start the singing

She’s a wild child and that’s what she’s bringing

 

She was a wild child without within

Having a good time ain’t a sin

She was a wild child full of the Holy Ghost

She was a wild child it ain’t a boast 

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The Circle Turns

 The Circle Turns

 

Ring around the ring, ring around the ring

Babies cry old men sigh, while angels sing

 

She was the pretty princess of the merry go round          

My miserable mistress of the lost and found                    

The ghost of the Titanic sails without a sound                 

On this Sea of Misery where are we bound?                    

 

The circle turns leaving the past

The circle turns going nowhere fast

We live our lives never to last

The circle turns leaving the past

 

There are three sides of the coin one we never see

We headed west on a quest hoping to be free

There is gold in them hills never mind the dream

The iron dragon roaring destroys Red Bull’s scream

 

The circle turns leaving the past

The circle turns going nowhere fast

We live our lives never to last

The circle turns leaving the past

 

Pocahontas was betrayed she was Love’s slave

I weep these words a silent melody on her grave

In the painted desert we collect monuments to pain

All we have done all we have said was in vain

 

On Easter morning my savior arose from the dead

If you’re hungry I’m willing to share my bread

I want this to be happy a Utopian verse

He who is hung on a tree is under a curse

 

The circle turns leaving the past

The circle turns going nowhere fast

We live our lives never to last

The circle turns leaving the past

 

Ring around the ring, ring around the ring

There is hope in the story that is what I bring

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The Sound Of Silence

 The Sound Of Silence

 

In the early morning after the bombs fell through the night

In the burning distance a solitary gunshot in the fight

Hawks and doves make love selling out for the green

The theatre of the absurd war for greed the final scene

 

The sound of silence none dare to speak

The sound of silence the strong kill the weak

The sound of silence hear the brave

The sound of silence speaking through the grave

 

Millions of buffalo thunder on what remains of the plains

Memories of the ghosts of massive herds invisible stains

Lakota, Dakota, Nakota and other tribes hunt in vain

The Great Spirit is quiet a mystery none can explain

 

The sound of silence none dare to speak

The sound of silence the strong kill the weak

The sound of silence hear the brave

The sound of silence speaking through the grave

 

Pop singer singing a pop song the teenyboppers wail

Cosmetic photo shop can’t carry a tune so soon to fail

Fourteen minutes of fame all the same a whisp of air

Fading fast in the past nothing left but a broken prayer

 

The sound of silence none dare to speak

The sound of silence the strong kill the weak

The sound of silence hear the brave

The sound of silence speaking through the grave

 

Neil Young is a folk singer infused with electric juice

Neil Young is out of touch I ask “What’s the use?”

They did their best at Bob Fest they really tried

Jesus would be jamming if He wasn’t crucified

 

The super soldier walks hearing explosions and screams

Like a zombie always awake he can’t take these evil dreams

He sits on the park bench spittle runs down on his beard

Little children walk by and cry because they’re scared

 

The sound of silence none dare to speak

The sound of silence the strong kill the weak

The sound of silence hear the brave

The sound of silence speaking through the grave

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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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