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Gypsies danced around the campfire, shook their tambourines
They were waiting for the ghost of an outlaw, Sundown was his name
As the midnight hour grew closer and the sky began to fall
You can see his shadow in the light of the moon
They had heard the gypsies' call
She had hair as black as darkness, eyes of emerald green
Oh, her voice was soft and tender, oooh she loved sing
She will sing no more, or dance again or shake her tambourines
They had taken her away, she was dead and gone, hear the gypsies sing
Ooh, hurry Sundown (the gypsies' cry)
Ooh, hurry Sundown
Ooh, hurry Sundown (the gypsies' cry)
Hurry Sundown
Ooh, hurry Sundown (the gypsies' cry)
Ooh, hurry Sundown
Ooh, hurry Sundown (the gypsies' cry)
Silver devils in his holsters, stars strapped to his heels
There was fire in his eyes, they say that he was dressed to kill
He had hands as fast as lightning, a heart as cold as steel
He had come for the one that took her life, to lie him in Boot Hill
Gypsies danced around the campfire, shook their tambourines
They were waiting for the ghost of an outlaw, Sundown was his name
As the midnight hour grew closer and the sky began to fall
You can see their shadows in the light of the moon
They had heard the gypsies' call
Ooh, hurry Sundown
Ooh, hurry Sundown
Ooh, hurry Sundown
Ooh, hurry Sundown
Hey whiskey man, you're running as hard as you can,
You drink your whiskey too much more than you can stand.
You have your highs, you have your lows,
Nobody knows which way you go.
[Chorus:]
Whiskey man, don't you play that hand too long.
Whiskey man, don't you play that hand too long.
It takes whiskey to make you tall,
You ain't so very damn tall at all.
You start to get straight, then you get weak,
Can't you see your on a loosing streak.
You have your highs, you have your lows,
Nobody knows which way you'll go.
[Chorus:]
Whiskey man, don't you play that hand too long.
Whiskey man, don't you play that hand too long.
Hey don't you know,
I use to be there myself,
I tried to kick the habit, baby, with nobody else's help.
I have my highs, I have my lows,
But nobody knows which way I'll go.
[Chorus:]
Whiskey man, don't you play that hand too long.
Whiskey man, don't you play that hand too long.
Whiskey man, don't you play that hand too long.
Whiskey man, don't you play that hand too long.
She walked in the bar room,
Not a day over 22,
Heads turned,
Eyes burned,
Temperatures were rising too.
And the looser and the stranger and the man behind the bar
All agreed she had potential
And that guidance was not far
Then the stranger by the station where the waitress pays her dues
Was left lookin' for a lover
Just someone else to use
It's not a long way from the dance floor to the dark of the parking lot
It's kinda like love but it's not.
[Chorus:]
Kinda like love
So young and tender
Kinda like the moves you used to make but you don't remember
Kinda like being 16 and hot
When you gave it everything you got
Kinda like love but it's not.
Now the stranger
He walked over just to say, "How do you do"
He said something about Texas
But she knew what he was getting too
They ordered more tequila while the man behind the bar
Was talking about the job last year in a town that was not far away
Then I walked out of the bar room
Couldn't even turn around
I guess I know what they were going to do
I knew what was going down
It's not a long way from the dance floor to the dark of the parking lot
It's kinda like love but it's not.
[Chorus:]
Kinda like love
So young and tender
Kinda like the moves you used to make but you don't remember
Kinda like being 16 and hot
When you gave it everything you got
Kinda like love but it's not.
Kinda like being 16 and hot
When you gave it everything you got
Kinda like love but it's not
Oohhh, no it's not, it's not.
Light and day is more than you'll say
Because all
My feelings are more
Than I can let by
Or not
More than you've got
Just follow the day
Follow the day and reach for the sun!
You don't see me flyin to the red
One more you're done
Just follow the seasons and find the time
Reach for the bright side
You don't see me flyin to the red
One more you're nuts
Just follow the day
Follow the day and reach for the sun
Just follow the day
Follow the day and reach for the sun!
You don't see me flyin to the red
One more you're nuts
Just follow the seasons and find the time
Reach for the bright side
You don't see me flyin to the red
One more you're nuts
Just follow the day
Follow the day and reach for the sun!
Just follow the day
Follow the day and reach for the sun!
Just follow the day
Follow the day and reach for the sun!
Tweeter and the Monkey Man were hard up for cash
They stayed up all night selling ....... and hash
To an undercover cop who had a sister named Jan
For reasons unexplained she loved the Monkey Man
Tweeter was a boy scout before she went to Vietnam
And found out the hard way nobody gives a damn
They knew that they found freedom just across the Jersey Line
So they hopped into a stolen car took Highway 99
And the walls came down, all the way to hell
Never saw them when they're standing
Never saw them when they fell
The undercover cop never liked the Monkey Man
Even back in childhood he wanted to see him in the can
Jan got married at fourteen to a racketeer named Bill
She made secret calls to the Monkey Man from a mansion on the hill
It was out on thunder road - Tweeter at the wheel
They crashed into paradise - they could hear them tires squeal
The undercover cop pulled up and said "Everyone of you's a liar
If you don't surrender now it's gonna go down to the wire"
And the walls came down, all the way to hell
Never saw them when they're standing
Never saw them when they fell
An ambulance rolled up, a state trooper close behind
Tweeter took his gun away and messed up his mind
The undercover cop was left tied up to a tree
Near the souvenir stand by the old abandoned factory
Next day the undercover cop was-a hot in pursuit
He was taking the whole thing personal
He didn't care about the loot
Jan had told him many times it was you to me who taught
In Jersey anything's legal as long as you don't get caught
And the walls came down, all the way to hell
Never saw them when they're standing
Never saw them when they fell
Someplace by Rahway prison they ran out of gas
The undercover cop had cornered them said "Boy, you didn't think that this could last"
Jan jumped out of bed said "There's someplace I gotta go"
She took a gun out of the drawer and said "It's best if you don't know"
The undercover cop was found face down in a field
The monkey man was on the river bridge using Tweeter as a shield
Jan said to the Monkey Man "I'm not fooled by Tweeter's curl
I knew him long before he ever became a Jersey girl"
And the walls came down, all the way to hell
Never saw them when they're standing
Never saw them when they fell
Now the town of Jersey City is quieting down again
I'm sitting in a gambling club called the Lion's Den
The TV set was blown up, every bit of it is gone
Ever since the nightly news show that the Monkey Man was on
I guess I'll go to Florida and get myself some sun
There ain't no more opportunity here, everything's been done
Sometime I think of Tweeter, sometimes I think of Jan
Sometimes I don't think about nothing but the Monkey Man
And the walls came down, all the way to hell
Never saw them when they're standing
Never saw them when they fell
[repeat chorus]
I rode in to town today
And in my heart I said,
"Lord, I'd love to stay"
Something in me said
"Boy, move on"
Don't know what it is
The good Lord bred it in my bones
And I'm searchin' for a rainbow
And if the wind ever shows me where to go
You'll be waitin' at the end
Then I'll know
I'll say, "To Hell with that pot of gold"
This old mare I'm ridin' She's gettin' kinda tired
But in my heart she knows there's this one desire
She's gonna take me to the end of our road,
Then she'll lay down and die and I'll say, "God rest her soul"
Took my fam'ly away from my Carolina home
Had dreams about the West and started to roam
Six long months on a dust covered trail
They say heaven's at the end but so far it's been hell
And there's fire on the mountain, lightnin' in the air
Gold in them hills and it's waitin' for me there
We were diggin' and siftin' from five to five
Sellin' everything we found just to stay alive
Gold flowed free like the whiskey in the bars
Sinnin' was the big thing, lord and Satan was his star
And there's fire on the mountain, lightnin' in the air
Gold in them hills and it's waitin' for me there
Dance hall girls were the evenin' treat
Empty cartridges and blood lined the gutters of the street
Men were shot down for the sake of fun
Or just to hear the noise of their forty-four guns
And there's fire on the mountain, lightnin' in the air
Gold in them hills and it's waitin' for me there
Now my widow she weeps by my grave
Tears flow free for her man she couldn't save
Shot down in cold blood by a gun that carried fame
All for a useless and no good worthless claim
And there's fire on the mountain, lightnin' in the air
Gold in them hills and it's waitin' for me there
Fire on the mountain, lightnin' in the air
Gold in them hills and it's waitin' for me there
Waitin' for me there
Sunday Morning Slightly Religious Poetry.
I was thinking of the fall and what it might be like, and I wanted to write something that kind of mirrored it-- ya know birth, the fall, death, returning to heaven, in sort of a less religious way, but more as a walk we all take. I really wanted to make these three ideas in different voices-- I you she we, etc. So I had fun doing that....
Also wanted to look at clothing/body metaphors. I really enjoyed this set of poems....
A Life Story in Three Acts
I. Eve’s Garden
That fancy designer mind fettering her
she sits pale
and lonesome.
In some silent apple tree
her new skirt dark and
trailing through the branches as
crickets chirp endless, again
singing her refrain.
“FooLISH fooLISH
Cur
io
sity.”
Eyes empty. No grief, no doubt
only the
thud
thud
of a
hollow heart.
II. Outside the Gate
Love never dries.
It is tacky and merciless
like wet paint.
It slithers around
drips off the wall
ruins carpets.
And when you rub up against it
it leaves damp smears
and patterns on your newest
winter coat
and you think,
“Damn it, another one
gone.”
III. Ascension
The atoms remind us
humming energetically
that we’re going to be one
eventually
no matter what persistent foolishness.
And that this pain
is a road, that leads us
to the rusty, chain-link fence.
Which we’ll scale with our
prehensile toes and opposable thumbs
shedding our newest bodies, meanwhile
like the most outdated fall wardrobe.
so that we can
settle in
Eden’s backyard.
(Having come—like idiot savants—the longest way around.)
Anna
I was thinking of the fall and what it might be like, and I wanted to write something that kind of mirrored it-- ya know birth, the fall, death, returning to heaven, in sort of a less religious way, but more as a walk we all take. I really wanted to make these three ideas in different voices-- I you she we, etc. So I had fun doing that....
Also wanted to look at clothing/body metaphors. I really enjoyed this set of poems....A Life Story in Three Acts
I. Eve’s Garden
That fancy designer mind fettering her
she sits pale
and lonesome.
In some silent apple tree
her new skirt dark and
trailing through the branches as
crickets chirp endless, again
singing her refrain.
“FooLISH fooLISH
Cur
io
sity.”
Eyes empty. No grief, no doubt
only the
thud
thud
of a
hollow heart.
II. Outside the Gate
Love never dries.
It is tacky and merciless
like wet paint.
It slithers around
drips off the wall
ruins carpets.
And when you rub up against it
it leaves damp smears
and patterns on your newest
winter coat
and you think,
“Damn it, another one
gone.”
III. Ascension
The atoms remind us
humming energetically
that we’re going to be one
eventually
no matter what persistent foolishness.
And that this pain
is a road, that leads us
to the rusty, chain-link fence.
Which we’ll scale with our
prehensile toes and opposable thumbs
shedding our newest bodies, meanwhile
like the most outdated fall wardrobe.
so that we can
settle in
Eden’s backyard.
(Having come—like idiot savants—the longest way around.)
Anna
Krusty just watched the New Orleans Saints win their eighth game in a row. They were down by 15 with roughly three minutes left, and came back to win in overtime.
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