Welcome to the house of good libration it’s an open the door to good vibration, come hear the song of sweet sensation, and you know you’ll be alright.
You can feel it from the corner store, shake you down and ask for more, everybody at that liquor store gonna be alright,
Whistle while you work today, you know the sun is up it’s time to play, and call me from the record store, when you find me something right.
Well it’s a sin to watch you walk without me, so I’ll turn my head let it bounce beside me, close my eyes and say goodbye, and remember you all night.
Cuz I’ve got my memories passin’ by me, so many I can hardly find me, but I got myself a rolodex, and my memory has no shame.
Continue ReadingSo you’re lookin’ for a clean cut automobile, want to put the top up find something real,
This racing road good way to lose a wheel.
You can leave me, but don’t you tease me. God don’t you feed me, if you’re gonna go.
Well I know I can be lazy but you could change me, good luck baby, just take me home,
Or you can let me go, but take me home.
So you’re lickin’ for a kitchen cook up some soul,
With and an oven for some lovin’ where some grease can grow.
I’ve got a hot plate for a heart and it growin’ cold, ooooooh.
You can leave me, but don’t you tease me. God don’t you feed me, if your gonna go.
Well I know I can be lazy but you could change me, good luck baby, just take me home,
Or you can let me go, but take me home.
Continue ReadingLike bubbles bursting on a baby’s breath,
Honey I’ll take the risk of you.
It’s like jumping off a waterfall,
It don’t take too long to see.
That where you’re going
It’s where I’ve been,
I’ll try to show you them holes
And let’s all go down to Turkey Town,
Gobble up friend but don’t let your feet touch the ground, in this town,
And It’s a catchin’ a ride up to Pigeon Point,
Where the lovin’s wild and the wind smells like a joint,
In the morning,
If I’m still there,
Be sure to show me the road.
Old Christ he was meant to take a fall,
But he walked on water till it was time to go.
So by his side I’ll drink some wine,
Watch him wash the wicked with Angel wings and cry.
He said, “Where you’re going, it’s where I’ve been,
I’ll try to show you them holes,
He said, “Where you’re going, it’s where I’ve been,
And by God I’ll show you some holes.
Continue ReadingSweet ride train spins contact to fly bye, bye
Mystery love, contagious rhymes, sweeping thoughts, and rubbin’ coins.
Sing the sailor’s song, ocean wide bye, bye
Sing the sailor’s song, ocean wide, bye bye.
Continue ReadingRest down your moments, sit with me my dear; holy roller, you’ve got nothin to fear, just your moments slip with the sun, and time will hold us, until the world’s spun.
You can let me down, I don’t mind the ground, just turn this thing around, we’ll hit the town.
Past the florist sweet honey bee, let’s ignore us, you forget you and I’ll forget me, thru the cannon, thru the sky, if this is boring, then I’m a boring guy.
Slippin away with you, slippin away with you, borrowed a day to lose, and I’ll be slippin’ away with you,
Easy as pie, cuz he’s a real fast guy, in a blink of an eye, days roll into night, pages turned, lesson learned, and books have worms, to which there is no cure.
Continue ReadingHe’s a Cool Rockin’ Daddy got a foot full of steel,
He’s got a microwave Momma, Medicine wheel,
Drop top Chevy. His Daddy bought in the war,
Been workin’ on the thing since the day he was born.
Sings, Ooo La, la de da da ta
Smokes rollies claims there they’re cheaper than store,
If he dies of the shit he ain’t dyin’ poor,
You know life is like a watermelon drippin’ off your teeth,
It ain’t the cleanest meal but it sure is sweet.
Sings, Ooo La, la de da da ta
Oh you climb on some morning and you slip on some sun,
Woopty doo whoopty day life has begun,
Well even Sideways Sally’s spittin’ seeds on the run,
Late for her date, but who wouldn’t wait.
Sings, Ooo La, la de da da ta
Continue ReadingTombstones and a bottle of whiskey, moon gazing with the dead, you play them bones as they rise to meet me, “Save my soul with a song”, she said.
So I tempt a tune that’s made just for dancing and slapped my heel on the hollowed ground and as she slowly slides her body laughin’ sweetly and swung her bones around my lovin’ head.
Eyes are blazin with rose hereafter, twirled once and then climbed the sky, with a low whisper I followed after, she shook her head and she said, “Goodbye”.
When the devil’s souls they rise to meet you, when the moonlight swims and the day is dead, raise your voice, say, “It’s nice to meet ya”, and save them souls with a song, and dance like you’re dead.
Continue ReadingWell she was born on the 4th of July, born on her Daddy’s knee. Sweatin’ in the sun and chasin’ boys with a gun, and tyin’ ribbons on a tree.
Well I was born on the Eve of Nothing, born on my own accord. Workin’ all day and tryin’ not to pray, dreamin’ when the day would come.
Well it’s Friday Night in No Where, and I’m hidin’ from the week again. Worked and wired, beat and tired and the bars fallin’ over again.
She walked in the like the 4th of July, like we’d won the war right over again, and when she caught my eye I almost cry, thought better and started to grin.
With a walk that worried the widows and my dreams at her side, oh and a light so great I heard a dead man faint, fell right over, and was nearly alive.
Well I jumped right up to meet her, but I kept getting in my way, and the girl I’d brought took off with a trot with my best friend Billy Ray.
Well I said do, do do do do do do, here we go again………..but I never win.
With my noble pursuits behind me, tryin’ to squint the bartender pretty, and without much luck I took off for the truck, tryin’ to remember where I’d hid the key.
While searchin’ for the key hole I heard a full lunged “Woo Wee”, and when I turned around I fell down on the ground and there was Angels looking down at me.
Well I jumped from my disposition, them Angels turned from Multiply to Division, and when two made one, It was like life had begun and my eye they could have split the sea.
She said, “do, do do do do do do, here we go again………..but I never win.
Continue ReadingWell I’m a broken down but it’s a brand new dawn,
Warmin’ my feet on the fresh mowed lawn,
And it’s a some day thinkin ‘bout what I’m gonna do,
Right now I’ll clean my face with the thin wet dew.
Cause it’s a jack lantern, watermelon, corn fed sky,
Laughing as the Milky Way spills from the night,
Ladies and lovers sit alone and they cry,
And I’m here waitin’ on a satellite,
Yeah I’m here waitin’ on a satellite,
To ride.
Well Jackie Bird and Johnny Bee be sittin’ in a tree,
K I S and S and ING,
It’s a spit swap, back drop nail on the head,
Jumpin’ though the window to my girlfriend’s bed.
Cause it’s a jack lantern, watermelon, corn fed sky,
Laughin’ as the Milky Way spills from the night,
Ladies and lovers sit alone and they cry,
And I’m here waitin’ on a satellite,
Yeah I’m here waitin’ on a satellite,
To ride.
It was a waste of a weekend everybody said,
A waste of a woman when you ain’t got no bed,
But I’m lucky to be singin’, I could have been dead,
Jumped a black cat stepped back ladder over head,
Jumped a black cat stepped back ladder over head,
You’re dead.
Continue ReadingLittle towns on Midwest ground, with the waves that feed not break.
There’s a broke down barn, and an unmowed lawn, and a prison down the street.
But it’s a nice little place to race a race, and it’s where I call my home.
And there ain’t nothing as sweet as a New Year’s Eve, cuz old Christmas can take a week.
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Singing now, Holly holla luya Christmas I’ll be home, Holly holla luya, oh Christmas I’ll be home, Holly holla luya Christmas I’ll be home, Holly holla luya, oh Christmas I’ll be home.
Well It’s been so long since I’ve been home, a year now maybe three,
Though it could be four or maybe more, them years they creep like weeds,
Spent my Holidays for the last decade on what I thought was best but as it turned out without a doubt, my best was just a mess.
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And as my little car sputters through the stars with the radio preaching at me and a road so straight a nun would celebrate, and sling Einstein to the back of his head.
But it’s the only way to get home today, and Ol’ 90 is a friend. So open the gates, let’s get on our way and leave the preaching for the died.
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