Harvester’s Crew

It’s hard for a woman to light in this world… with men who feel threatened by unafraid girls… who tread a fine balance ‘tween helpless and wise… then fight the hearth battles the rest of their lives. 

I live on the poor side… my extras are few… approached by a boy in the harvester’s crew… he hits me up daily… by night and by day… then they all get loaded and he goes away.

Your folks… they don’t like me because i speak plain…. they say there’s no way we… can weather the strain… i work for my money… i buy my own boots… and if they don’t like me… they can just pass on through.

Your guitar is mellow… come change up your strings… come sit down beside me… and harmony sing… my guitar… it shimmers… it don’t need new strings… and fare you well darling… i can’t wear your ring.

Your truck is near empty… your battery’s dead… come sit down beside me… as long as you can… my truck is warmed up now… my phone’s in my hand… so fare thee well darling… no longer to stand.

LITTLETON, CO - APRIL 20: Visitors bring flowers and spend time at the Columbine Memorial on Monday, April 20, 2015. Today marks the 16th anniversary of the deadly shooting at Columbine High School which left 12 students and one teacher dead. The school was closed for the day, as it has been every year on this day since the shooting occurred in 1999. (Photo by Kathryn Scott Osler/The Denver Post)

Goodbye Stony Creek

 

Sun comes up… another a new day… for the neighbors of Columbine. From Waterton Canyon to Chatfield’s dam… balloons are pepperin’ the sky. And Jim makes off in his khakis and lunch bag… off to his daily tech war. And Bill and Gene are working for Jesus… on the streets of Ward 24.

Goodbye Stony Creek… I’m finally escaping your sorrow… fare thee well till we meet again… don’t you cry… I’ll be fine.

Alec is sick… gonna stay home from school… his momma says she don’t mind. She got three interviews and a schedule to keep… Alec will manage just fine. And Debbie says there’s too much noise… she can’t get no relief. Lay your pretty head down on the pillow dear… maybe you’ll finally sleep.

Goodbye Stony Creek… I’m finally escaping your sorrow… fare thee well till we meet again… don’t you cry… I’ll be fine.

Some of us deal trump to our demons… others are wishin’ we could. And some of us are finding our own way to carry on like legends would. And none of us asked to be here… no no. Many would gladly trade places… to the rock of Coal Mine Avenue… home sweet Stony Creek.

Sun comes up… another a new day… the best of the summer so far. And Carrie’s found some peace on her own… on the hilltops of Clement Park. And as for me… I’m hitting the road… hauling everything to Baltimore. And Bill and Gene have been replaced by some sisters on the streets of Ward 24.

Goodbye Stony Creek… I’m finally escaping your sorrow… fare thee well till we meet again… don’t you cry… I’ll be fine.

Somewhere over the rainbow way up high…
Birds fly over the rainbow why oh why can’t I?

Dancing Wheel

Step into this big ‘ol house with your hippy braids and innocent smile. Fade like arctic ice… fade like time before the ghosts. Fade the modern world away for a petticoat beauty and her ragamuffin host.

Creeping vines can restrain… and that’ll never do… dreams can help you fly… but please don’t misconstrue… promise for the dream… illusion for the real. Go on … fly away, Renae… turn the dancing wheel.

Oozing old-world charm… sashay down the jaded hall. You gotta face the ghosts… warts and mist… regret and all. You can criticize … but they won’t listen well. And now you’ll never know… what only time can tell.

Creeping vines can restrain… and that’ll never do… dreams can help you fly. But please don’t misconstrue… promise for the dream… illusion for the real. Go on … fly away, Renae… turn the dancing wheel.

And now she’s settled in… finally found a place on the wheel. Made herself a deal… to stop conjuring ghosts. They can criticize… but she never listened anyway. And everything’s ok… for a petticoat rider on the dancing wheel…

Creeping vines can restrain… and that’ll never do… dreams can help you fly. But please don’t misconstrue… promise for the dream… illusion for the real. Go on … fly away, Renae…

The Trouble With Flyin’

 

Rita’s got an interesting problem… she don’t have time for no dates. Looks like she made it… international fame and all the trimmings on her plate.

Strap in babe… a wild wild ride… she’ll make a pile while she can. She can’t remember faces… lovers or friends but she’ll dig it while she still has fans.

The trouble with flyin’… you never know how high you get till the fall. The trouble with leavin’ the ground… you never feel safe till your feet touch down. Stop a while and think it over. Shiny things always come with a price. Put yourself back together… it’s all part of normal life.

A broken man hungry for a second chance… she swept him off of his feet. Took him for a ride and treated him fine… and gave him all the boy could need. Time went by and she fell in love… he talked her into seeing the judge. She’d never been so high as that day in the sun… now he’s ex number one.

The trouble with flyin’… you never know how high you get till the fall. The trouble with leavin’ the ground… you never feel safe till your feet touch down. Stop a while and think it over. Shiny things always come with a price. Put yourself back together… it’s all part of normal life…

All of this runnin’ all this reachin’ and clawin’… all this blood… sweat… and tears… seems so important in the here and now… it won’t matter in a hundred years.

Rita lost her beautiful mansion in May… everything’s up in flames. Seems there’d been some trouble coverin’ the bills… it might have been the only way. Jump out the door and pull the cord and pop yourself a golden ‘chute. You don’t remember askin’ to be born… there’s nothin’ left for you to prove.

The trouble with flyin’… you never know how high you get till the fall. The trouble with leavin’ the ground… you never feel safe till your feet touch down. Stop a while and think it over. Shiny things always come with a price. Put yourself back together… it’s all part of normal life.

All part of normal…
…………all part of normal…
……….all part of normal life.

The Load

 

Fifth time today… ya call me from work… gotta tell me how you think your boss is a jerk. C’mon Babe… I don’t know what you want me to do. It’s startin’ to feel like a block & chain… like a massive dead weight packin’ years of pain. A three-car garage and a die-for mountain view.

What are we gonna do?
I’m goin’ crazy I wish we knew…
how to live where less is more.

My head is achin’… my legs are shakin’… my back is breakin’ and we carry the load. The world is turnin’ and gravity’s workin’ pullin’ people holdin’ things spinnin’ outta control…

“Can’t go to sleep till the anger’s gone,” says your worried… wise… and serious mom. The ashtrays are full now… the lights are on 5:00am. Well I’m not sayin’ I know all it takes to keep a love affair from fallin’ into desperate straits… but I’m sure another smoke ain’t gonna help at all.

What are we gonna do?
I’m goin’ crazy i wish we knew…
how to live where less is more.

My head is achin’… my legs are shakin’… my back is breakin’ and we carry the load. The world is turnin’ and gravity’s workin’ pullin’ people holdin’ things spinnin’ outta control.

How does good fortune get so hard?
And these troubles can’t just be disregarded.

What are we gonna do?
I’m goin’ crazy cos I still… love… you.

My head is achin’… my legs are shakin’… my back is breakin’ and we carry the load. The world is turnin’ and gravity’s workin’ pullin’ people holdin’ things spinnin’ outta control. My heart is cryin’ my soul is dyin’… and time is flyin’ while we carry the load. This ain’t right… we don’t need all these trappings like artificial wealthy people livin’ on loans… I…

Love you madly…
need you badly…
but we can’t go on…
keepin’ on… lugging this load.

Let’s get packed… simplify now.
We don’t need this crap… bury the load!

I Ain’t Got No Home

Birthday tribute – Woody Guthrie!
(July 14, 1912 – October 3, 1967)

I ain’t got no home… m’luck has finally stalled.
Just a willing worker… i go from job to job.

Cops make it hard… wherever i may go.
And i ain’t got no home in the world any more.

Brothers and sisters all… are filling up this road.
A hot and dusty road… where a million feet have trod.

Landlord took my home… and drove me from my door…
And i ain’t got no home in the world any more.

Worked the late-night shifts… scrubbin’ tile floors.
Paycheck in my hand… and out the mailbox door.

The plague found my partner… the clinic’s over full.
And i ain’t got no home in the world any more.

I detail pre-owned cars… i cleaned the hotel rooms.
Took the angry calls of extended warranty fools.

I worry all the time… like i never did before.
And i ain’t got no home in the world any more.

As i look around… it’s mighty plain to see.
This world is a strange… and funny place to be.

Owners are rich… the workers are poor…
And i ain’t got no home in the world any more.

I ain’t got no home… m’luck has finally stalled.
Just a willing worker… i go from job to job.

Cops make it hard… wherever i may go.
And i ain’t got no home in the world any more.

Someone Else’s World

 

Across the sea… someone else’s world… soldiers fight… soldiers bleed… someone else’s world. Across the sea… someone else’s world… mamas cry… babies die in someone else’s world.

Another day… someone else’s world… shots are fired… a sophomore’s down… someone else’s world. Another day… someone else’s world… papas cry… babies die in someone else’s world.

But on the bus no eyes make contact… even though a moment’s shared… and through our lives… we keep repeating… it’s not me… c’est la vie.

Across the street… someone else’s world… lovers fight… lovers bleed… someone else’s world. Another day… someone else’s world… babies cry… c’est la vie… it’s someone else’s world.

And on the bus… no eyes make contact even though a moment’s shared… and through our lives… we keep believing… it’s someone else’s world…

It’s someone else’s world…
It’s someone… else’s… world.

 

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Human Beans


 
The fronts are building now… there’s a cold wind blowin’ through. And good folks everywhere talk about the chosen few. They can’t help themselves… it’s only human beans… to cling tight to their notions… and that’s just what they do.

A piece of dirt both sides… they claim for themselves. They swear by God someday… justice will prevail. They can’t help themselves… it’s only human beans… to want more than is had… well… nothing fills the pail.

I know… it’s a cold cruel world… I know… you gotta make do for yourself. I know… people never satisfy. I know… disproportion breeds hatred. I know… the gap of disproportion grows. I know… nothing ever stays the same………

Every living breath is a part of us all. Makes sense to extend a hand. Are you sure you want the whole world bearin’ down on you… are you sure you want the call?

The fronts are building now… better dig your graveyards proud. ‘Cos good folks everywhere… well they’re ready to throw it down. They can’t help themselves it’s only human beans… to fight for love and pride… in the rain… they gladly drown.

I know… it’s a cold cruel world… I know… you gotta make do for yourself. I know… people never satisfy. I know… disproportion breeds hatred. I know… the gap of disproportion grows. I know… nothing ever stays the same.

I know…
I know…
I know…
I know.

 

Danger Town


 
Forever fight for peace… war at home. In silence you may speak… ’bout war at home. And air contagions breed… war at home.

And you won’t know but you’ll fight the war at home!

Everywhere you go… you hear the dogs… it’s all the rage on the Internet blogs… and no relief soon to be found… breathe the toxic fog of your Danger Town.

Punks and freaks embrace… war at home. And Mom and Dad belie… war at home. And crafty media oozes toward… war at home.

But the children shout revolution… waging war at home!

Everywhere you go… you hear the dogs… it’s all the rage on the Internet blogs… and no relief soon to be found… breathe the toxic fog of your Danger Town.

A new contempt pervades in business class… and religious militia enforce their holy will. With luck they’ll crown their pious king and crush the people’s will to flock. The tanks are in the street… the troops around the dome… a creeping coup de tat.

The sides no longer hear… war at home. And rancor can endear… war at home. And bileful hasty claims… war at home.

And angry shouts cannot douse the war at home!

Everywhere you go… you hear the dogs… it’s all the rage on the Internet blogs… and no relief soon to be found… breathe the toxic fog of your Danger Town.

Cheap Shots

 

You say you’re not happy… with the way things are. You say you want a return to the good ol’ days. So you look for someone to blame… but you don’t look too far. You want them to remember your name… from your…

CHEAP SHOTS! Shoot down the fool. CHEAP SHOTS! Fire at will. CHEAP SHOTS! Nail their jock to the block… just don’t forget to kick ’em when they’re down.

He cuts a silhouette in the streetlight’s smoky beam. His laser tipped weapon cocked and locked. His boots are tightly cinched around the cuffs of his fatigues. He’s gonna keep the peace on your block… from your…

CHEAP SHOTS! Shoot down the fool. CHEAP SHOTS! Fire at will. CHEAP SHOTS! Nail their bra to the wall… just don’t forget to kick ’em when they’re down.

Greed in the halls of power… ignorance on the streets. With all the know-how in the world… you’d think we all could eat. Sad but true… until we do… we’ve got to live with hate. The less we know… the further we go… here we go again…

FIRE!!!!!

Now here’s a crazy thought… surely it won’t fly. What if we adjust priorities? And set aside the things that won’t matter when we die? Reevaluate reality!

NO MORE CHEAP SHOTS! Shoot down the fool. CHEAP SHOTS! Fire at will. CHEAP SHOTS! Nail their jock to the block (bra to the wall)… just don’t forget to kick ’em… don’t forget to kick ’em… don’t forget to kick ’em when they’re down.