There’s something about
sitting In the sun high above
There’s something about
sitting In the sun high above
One-click makes one, tick
Second click, up, pulls you to
An English racers place you know
an English racers thrill
Tire’s bite create laid below
The third is clicked, third for go,
The Norton’s engine screams com’on boy
you’re way too-damn-slow
Now Fourth tick says there’s little more
My boot scrapes the hard crete-floor
And five brings, all alive
One never knows what this ride, feels like
Dead or alive
Then last pull
In fith gear we do fly
Up the hill
the parallel twin starts to whine
Through the esses she and I ride
Me on top and her below
Both human and not, smiles we bring
This roads pass won’t be the last
But won’t last, won’t be last
One click up-one click down
The pegs of my racer clip, the hard ground
One more up and another down
Must find the cam, must find the power band
A last ride is a last time found
A last time found to scrap the ground
Through the essess
We do ride,
me on top clipped to her, right below my friend
Hang on then
Hang on then
My time’s a comin
My times less than somethin
Ride on my bike, score the sky’s warm embrace
Scream at heavens knightly star-struck-streak
Scream at Heavens knightly star-struck-streak
Scream at Heavens Knightly star-struck-streak
How nice it’d be
To fly on a plane
To fly to a place
of no real name
Somewhere friendly
Somewhere fun
A place I know
A place with sun
A place would have someone’s son
How nice it’d be
To spend some time
Lost romantically
Among the stars
Frolicking within heavens arms
A place of mother
A place of discover
A place to cast aside life’s deep blue
A place to start anew
A place to renew
Just me
And maybe you too
How nice it’d be
How wonderful indeed
To climb so high
Higher and higher into the sky
Climb the stairs of eternity
Find those lost for years, you see
Find those lost, who were so dear
How nice it’d be
To quit this folly
we follow, so orderly
To release from life’s dock
Spent in might’s, heart
That all flounders now
All once sung
in hallowed ground
How odd it’d be
To fly to a nice place
To fly away
Above skies, so gray
How nice it’d be
When the time,
the time is right
To climb onto airlines known as
Carefree-All- Night
How nice it’s be
I wish you’d come and see
Won’t you come?
Won’t you come and, join me?
Where do I fit?
On this mighty ship
Where do I fit
Do I
Am I to
Be one who
Slips to shores
Of never more’s
Or ride the seas
Where life is so
Carefree
Or dance in the sight
Or our moons guiding light
Singing and bringing
Tales of old
Of yesterday’s, sold
Where time of plenty
Meant nothing to many
Just filling the brim
Of my cup
Not without sin
Where do I fit
Within this mighty ship
Of fools, of schools,
With stories told uncertain
Am I to
Am I too
Rest now as a lost jewel
Amongst the lost lives
Steel turned to rust
Where do I fit
Within this mighty mighty ship
In Trial:
In trial
Of earth
Around the cause
Of mysteries birth
Scores of thoughts
Mostly, dreadnought
Of death
And pain
Lay at my feet though not in vain
Till my sun
Never rises, mornings, again
In trial
Of earth
A course of force reckless
Of course
May I live till my days?
Live until no more play
Or lust for life, left
No longer stowed-away
in my life’s scabbard
In trial
Of earth
Of earth
Of earth
Until ventures cease
Spared from a life’s last….
Until my salt is all spent
from sweat and tears of life’s dear costs
A Hobo’s tale
I like, fat, acoustic guitars,
Their strings plucked gently in cantina bars
With singers notes cast to the stars
telling tales, often called yarns
Into the early morn they sing their songs
Till my eyes fail
Rest I do take
So that when I wake
To wide open western skies
I gaze upon my ceiling wherever I call my place
Today is filled with breaths
Held for time
Day screams son, let go, you’re done
You’re safe now and, you’re mine
I like walking along old train tracks
Wearing tattered blue jeans
Kicking stones to places unseen
Remembering those, and times gone by
Especially seeing one who, kissed the sky
I like what time I have
What life was had
What love I stole
What was taken from me
No matter that now
What was mine is yours
And I’ll be back
Soon, I think, to finish those chores
Hang on love, for ever more
I like a simple knapsack
A hobo’s stick
A weathered old cap
No clock, no watches tick
I’ll spend all mine
Go look at yours
There’s a freight train comin
Soon with a name on it
I need a wallet, too
that’s all for now, for this old fool,
But maybe just a little more
Like a really good song
To sing on the trip
Maybe I’ll float down the mighty Mississip
And grab times remembered
About what good times I surrendered
Like time lived, all mine
Joined by friends who passed this way
With me through, the hell and rain
I thank heaven above
My troubles at night that give such frights
are of a kind that die in the mornin light
I say, Come soon, come quickly the next day break,
Times a slippin
Come as sure as fast plains rain or a runaway train
So listen now, I hear it for sure
Words woven into whispers from above, is my cure
They soothe my soul from hard days won
They soothed my soul from hard days sun
Lay me down on judgement day
Wrap me in sheets, of pressed clay
The lines of reason drawn
In red or gold came at costs,
more than told
Lay me down on judgement day
Will earth to take me, to an earlier day
When strong legs fought
To terrible costs
Up hills of lead
Through swamps of dread
Lay me down this time when
Judgement day comes from
Heavens send
Of fought I did so true
For all that worship,
Red, white and blue
Riveting beats
Hit my seat
Steel wheels roll
Over rails made for gold
Across the plains
Locomotives screams
From my box-car
I watch the scenes
To the south
Where lands turn dry
To a house where my child, resides
Tomorrow is
Her day in the sun
A wedding not planned
But yet, sprung
Behind I leave
A cell given to me
A lesson learned
A path now cured,
Yet unsure
Out the door
I watch day for dark
Rain too,
Is television for this old fool
Tomorrow I’ll see
My girl lost from me
One I knew
Yet never seen
I was away, away
you see
This one party
I’ll make
This one for sure
With gold woven in my belt
Gold woven in my belt
Gold woven in my belt
From that last store