Sunday, January 16, 2005
About Me
- Name: Zook
- Location: Paradise, Waits
Thought I heard a blackird singing Up on Bluebird Hill Call me a whinin' boy if you will Born where the sun don't shine And I don't deny my name Got no place to go, ain't that a shame? Thought I heard that KC whistle Moaning sweet and low Thought I heard that KC when she blow Down where the sun don't shine Underneath the Kokomo Whinin' boy got no place to go S.m.r. I tell you s.m.r. I know Mountain high, river wide S.m.r. to ride So many roads Thought I heard a jug band playin' "If you don't... who else will?" From over on the far side of the hill All I know the sun don't shine And the rain refused to fall And you don't seem to hear me when I call Wind inside and the wind outside Tangled in the window blind Tell me why you treat me so unkind Down where the sun don't shine Lonely and I call your name No place left to go, ain't that a shame? S.m.r. I tell you New York to San Francisco So many roads I know All I want is one to take me home From the high road to the low So many roads I know From the land of the midnight sun Where the ice blue roses grow Along those roads of gold and silver snow Howlin' wide or moaning low S.m.r. I know So many roads to ease my soul (R. Hunter)
Previous Posts
- The Center (see comments)
- Prayer (words in comments)
- Zook's run down, cheesy, seedy faithful thrift sto...
- The End of the Road (words in comments)
- Let it go (words in comments)
- Heaven today (words in comments)
- From my backyard again - winter time
- From my backyard - winter time
- From my backyard - summer time
- MACHO - MACHO MAN
1 Comments:
EMBRACE YOURSELF (I think I wrote this in summer 2004)
HERE’S ANOTHER CHANCE, ANOTHER CHANCE TO MAKE A BRAND NEW CHOICE - - - -NOT TO
HEED THIS MISTAKE, AND BE A SLAVE TO THE SAME WITCHES VOICE
THE SAME FAMILIAR VOICE THAT SETS YOU UP BEFORE IT KNOCKS YOU BACK DOWN
AND SAYS YOU ARE NOT – GOOD ENOUGH TO EVEN – HANG AROUND
PULL THE GUN FROM YOUR HEAD, YOU DON’T HAVE TO
DE SPISE YOUR SELF
PULL THE CHALICE TO YOUR FACE, TAKE A SIP AND YOU CAN
LOVE YOUR SELF
ALL OF YOUR LIFE, THE WITCH HAS ALWAYS
HA TED YOUR SELF
LET HER STEP ASIDE, IT’S NOT TOO LATE TO
EM BRACE YOUR SELF
YOU CAN LOVE YOU WIFE AND CHILD, YOU CAN EVEN LOVE YOUR
PET DOGGIE TOO
YOU CAN SAVE A LITTLE MORE, IN A TAKE OUT BOX MADE
JUST FOR YOU
ANOTHER MISTAKE, PUT THE WHIP DOWN, LIFE WON’T
HAVE TO END
SHAKE YOUR OWN HAND
YOUR ENEMY CAN EVEN
BE COME YOUR FRIEND
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