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rodeo
Swinger
USA
733 Posts |
 Posted - 03/17/2010 : 06:38:24
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He digs the next hole
He hits the bottom once more
He climbs out again
Looking for a hand
He never seems to find it
He still struggles out
Bouncing back again
He fears that next time he'll break
The holes are still there |
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buckman
Firefly
USA
2705 Posts |
Posted - 03/19/2010 : 16:59:32
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IS IT ONLY ME?
Why does evrybody seem afraid
of doing something wrong?
There isn't any hurry
But I can only wait so long.
Her eyes alone can take me
to the edges of the sky
Her lips can leave me speechless
and make me wonder why....
Is it only me in love this time
or do I have a chance
To make up for all the years
I'd forgotten how to dance?
Been around the world and back
To the sun, the stars, the moon
Is this the one that's special
Did my heart give up too soon?
Why does love seem sometimes to
come in like a breeze
Such a little girl to
bring an old man to his knees
Evrywhere is nowhere
If I cannot see her face
Redemption's just a word tonight
Inside this empty space
Ask me too many questions
I'll fill you full of lies
Any thought I start to have
Begins inside those eyes
That thought alone can take me
to the edges of the sky
Her lips can leave me speechless
and make me wonder why....
Is it only me in love this time
or do I have a chance
To make up for all the years
I'd forgotten how to dance
Been around the world and back
To the sun, the stars, the moon
Is this the one that's special
Did my heart give in too soon?
Hank Beukema - revbuckmanmusic -2010
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buckman
Firefly
USA
2705 Posts |
Posted - 03/19/2010 : 19:28:14
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She was a long lost reminder
of the man I could've been
The doors I should've walked on by
The ones that drew me in
Everyday another mile
Further from that dream
Reminding me that flesh & blood
Are not all that they seem
She stumbled in late that night
When I'd given up the chase
I'd put oceans of whiskey down
But had one more for the taste
They all look like angels
When it's quarter after three
Her eyes were used to darkness
A warm body filled the need
It's a tunnel running nowhere
I love the life I lead
It's me that flies and me that cries
While those around me bleed
Evrytime she made that sound
I touched her deep inside
The water's getting colder
The river seems so wide.
She was a long lost reminder
of the man I could've been
The doors I should've walked on by
The ones that drew me in
Everyday another mile
Further from that dream
Reminding me that flesh & blood
Are not all that they seem
Hank Beukema revbuckman music - 2010
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Ailinn
Windchimer
1895 Posts |
Posted - 03/21/2010 : 15:42:17
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-for Craig
The Twain thing. Man In White is a book length rebuttal to biographers who have presented Twain's waning days as ones of unrelieved bitterness and pain. Twain's moods changed frequently. It's unrealistic to saddle him with one dominant emotion during his final years, when he was as likely to assume the part of joker as well as that of the angry prophet. Not so for Laura Trombley's sour Mark Twain's Other Woman.
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Historical note: Clara Clemens, Twain's oldest daughter who died in 1962, spent her final years at the Bahia Hotel on Mission Bay in San Diego. |
Edited by - Ailinn on 03/12/2016 18:25:40 |
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Ailinn
Windchimer
1895 Posts |
Posted - 03/21/2010 : 15:44:20
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Doug L
Firefly
Canada
5434 Posts |
Posted - 03/21/2010 : 19:02:19
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Sometimes I yawn so widely
that a tear rolls down my cheek. |
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buckman
Firefly
USA
2705 Posts |
Posted - 03/27/2010 : 06:51:59
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There are ghosts behind the house tonight
They're partying in the woods
She warned me not to leave her
[As if I ever could]
Strangers shout my name in the street
They're knocking at my door
She thinks she's gonna find me
Passed out on the floor.
Too many voices talking in my head
Too many wanting to be heard
If she'd sing me the melody
I know I could find the words
They're dancing in the moonlight
keeping me awake
Is she an angel or a devil
Is a feeling I can't shake
Gods and Generals call me
all trying to spread the Word
I used to be an eagle
Now I'm just a tiny bird
Too many voices talking in my head
Too many wanting to be heard
If she'd sing me the melody
I know I could find the words
I stumble thru the rocks and leaves
to where I saw the light
It;s gotten so quiet now
they left without a fight
The ones I've loved, the ones I've lost
Come back again in songs
There's so much in life that's good
It's just taking so damn long
Too many voices talking in my head
Too many wanting to be heard
If she'd sing me the melody
I know I could find the words
If she'd just sing me the melody
I could find the words.
Hank Beukema revbuckmanmusic 2010
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Ailinn
Windchimer
1895 Posts |
Posted - 03/28/2010 : 13:37:21
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| The gold wire you left in your saddlebag...I'm wearing around my wrist. As tight as you wound it. |
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Karen Runk
Firefly
USA
4925 Posts |
Posted - 03/28/2010 : 18:11:02
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...and another version of that song...
Karen Runk |
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BarbraG
Windchimer
1824 Posts |
Posted - 03/29/2010 : 22:16:53
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"I used to be an Eagle, now, I'm just a tiny bird."
Love that line, Hank. And, this one, too.
"It's a tunnel running nowhere"
You write some pretty awesome stuff ... stuff I love to read.
You write with everything in you .... comes from all that you are
and have been. Right?
Love,
BarbraG
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buckman
Firefly
USA
2705 Posts |
Posted - 03/30/2010 : 21:36:05
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In her voice a dog is barking,
Just outside my soul.
She never saw the best of me
She never saw me whole.
Ornaments for earrings,
Rainbow tattoos on her skin.
Some days her hair was blonde
Turned red the nights she sinned.
There never was the time then
The way I've got it now.
Forever's never long enough
Always learning how.
The times I knew and the times I cared
They don't matter anymore
Tonite that dog is barking
Time to close up that back door.
Ornaments for earrings,
Rainbow tattoos on her skin
Some days her hair was blonde
Turned red the nites she sinned.
One day or nite can change things
The leaves blow down the street
A woman laughs, a baby cries
Did I teach her how to cheat?
Somebody else's life
Is playing in my head
No direction left but up,
More alive than dead
Years they pass, scars they show
Redemption draweth nigh
If it wasn't for the moonlight
No one would see us cry
Love comes to town once or twice
Sometimes it even stays
Like the circus, roll the tents
The clown's the one who pays.
Ornaments for earrings,
Rainbow tattoos on her skin
Some days her hair was blonde
Turned red the nites she sinned
Ornaments for earrings,
Rainbow tattoos on her skin.
Hank Beukema - revbuckmanmusic - 2010
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Grania
Rocker
109 Posts |
Posted - 04/01/2010 : 00:01:14
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"...centuries of memories..." he says of that craggy coastline. She's leaning over the railing, seasick. The story is curved. Elliptical love. Shipwrecks and disasters. History and alibis. Bouyed by the bells on her water-logged shoes, adrift on his strange ocean.
In the city of Frankincensco the street lamps were always shrouded in fog. |
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Ailinn
Windchimer
1895 Posts |
Posted - 04/01/2010 : 19:15:17
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| Where they sail to and where they arrive at are...not the same destination. "...just a little leap of Faith..." he says, treading water, pressing his mouth of invention to her ruby-stung ear. Later, he says, "I like to be surprised. How 'bout you?" |
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Ailinn
Windchimer
1895 Posts |
Posted - 04/02/2010 : 19:19:41
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"When did you get your last tetanus shot?" she asks him when they reach the San Ysidro gate. Border Patrol kicking the tires. The dogs sniffing around. Barking up a racket. Holy chicken wire and papier mache cargo. Chipped-mirror wings. Pierced-tin haloes. Sharp-edged Easter Angels demanding a finger. Sometimes a thumb.
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Ailinn
Windchimer
1895 Posts |
Posted - 04/02/2010 : 19:24:11
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| Contagious candles. A litany of tides to enchant them. The usual palms and blue sky. All that falling-down Shangri La light where they live on the fault line leaning on Fate. "Bits and pieces of dreams scraping our cheeks," he says. |
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buckman
Firefly
USA
2705 Posts |
Posted - 04/02/2010 : 19:24:47
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Divine intervention
pried the lips of the shell
She had a body from Heaven
A swagger from Hell
He never saw her coming
Pirate smile on her lips
You have one and like it
It's that easy to slip.
Sometimes in neon
he could see clear as day
The ferryman rides you
but you don't want to pay
Eyes closed you don't see it,
the bottle, the lips
You have one and like it
It's that easy to slip
The perfume is smelled
when you take off the top
Her skin, the white powders
Too good to stop.
Pleasure keeps rolling
Like a train thru his hips
You have one and like it
It's so easy to slip
So Easy
To
Slip
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Grania
Rocker
109 Posts |
Posted - 04/02/2010 : 19:33:48
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buckman
Firefly
USA
2705 Posts |
Posted - 04/02/2010 : 19:38:56
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~*~~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~
Goodnight Sweet Prince |
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buckman
Firefly
USA
2705 Posts |
Posted - 04/09/2010 : 14:39:55
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GIVIN UP ON GIVIN UP
They say no one likes a quitter
And a quitter never wins,
There's things I'm long past quitting
That keep me where I've been
I'm riding round in circles
Lord, I never see a smile
I passed this place a week ago
Yeah, It's the same old dusty mile
But
I'm givin up on givin up
I know it's going to take some doin
But it's time I leave this highway
This road is bound to lead to ruin
I'm givin up on givin up
God, I just can't take the pace
When you're in a pack headin downhill
You don't want to lead the race
I've seen my share of sunshine
But mostly it's been rain
I never see the top of the hill
It's the same tired downbound train
Lord, I'm askin for one time to try
Just One chance to get it right
We've both been down this road before
This time let me share your light
I'm givin up on givin up
I know it's going to take some doin
But it's time I leave this highway
This road is bound to lead to ruin
I'm givin up on givin up
God, I just can't take the pace
When you're in a pack headin downhill
You don't want to lead the race
I'm givin up on givin up
God, I just can't take the pace
When you're in a pack headin downhill
You don't want to lead the race
Hank Beukema - BarbSong Music - 2006
[THANK YOU, AILINN FOR EVERYTHING]
Three years without drink or drugs today folks. Hooray me!! |
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Ailinn
Windchimer
1895 Posts |
Posted - 04/09/2010 : 18:33:53
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HOORAY YOU, DAMN RIGHT!
I love you, Henry.
A, G, SD, and ROR |
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