A song for my dog Amit
posted by Zook at 6:41 PM
Wednesday, January 19, 2005
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- 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)
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TOWER WHITE GATE
THERE’S A CALM AND WINDY WHEAT FIELD
IN A VALLEY OF MALTY MOUNTAINS
SKY A SPARKLING SILVER
OR A GLOWING BURNING BLUE
A HONEY WATER RIVER RUSHING
SOMEWHERE IN THE DISTANCE
AND THERE MY FRIEND IS WHERE
I’LL FIND YOU
YOU USED TO LOVE TO WALK WITH ME
IN THE CRISP COOL PINE TREE AIR
NOW I CANNOT SEE YOU
BUT MY HEART STILL FEELS YOU’RE THERE
MY SIXTH SENSE SEES YOU CLEARLY
THE OTHER 5 HAVE TO WAIT
TIL YOU’LL BE WAITING FOR ME AT THE TOWER WHITE GATE
THE WHITE GATE AS TALL AS THE CLIMBING REDWOOD TREES
THE OTHER SIDE AS SOOTHING AS THE SUMMER DESERT BREEZE
THE ONLY WAY TO GET THERE, A LOCOMOTIVE CHARCOAL FATE
WHEN YOU’LL BE WAITING FOR ME AT THE TOWER WHITE GATE
YOU DID YOUR TIME IN THIS COLD WORLD
NOW YOU’RE FLOATING TOWARDS THE MOON
I KNOW I’M COMING WITH YOU SOME DAY
BUT I KNOW IT WON’T BE SOON
THE SIN OF PLAYING GOD NOW
IS TO TRY TO RUSH THE DATE
WHEN YOU’LL BE WAITING FOR ME AT THE TOWER WHITE GATE
MY FRIEND I MISS YOU SO MUCH
BUT MY HEART KNOWS YOUR SPIRT’S FREE
I MISS YOUR SHELL BESIDE ME
BUT YOU’RE WHERE YOU NEED TO BE
A FEW MORE LIFETIMES BECKON
BEFORE OUR RE-UNION AWAITS
WHEN YOU’LL BE WAITING FOR ME AT THE TOWER WHITE GATE
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