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ethome Member Patricius
since 2000-05-14
Posts 11858New Brunswick Canada 
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He left the country to search the city For success he couldn't find home He was excited his passion ignited Chasin big dreams on his own But the hightower selection Built on college connections Required a mamma's boy pass Many years he wasted Trying with patience To get past the vogue middle class Then he turned to drinkin, to bury his thinkin Spends his nights under a bridge Never in his plans as a young man To run out of time like he did But all of those big dreams Gave way to a small scene Where a country boy's words fade away And most of the magic Turned out to be tragic Now he sings for his keep unashamed The years took their toll young bones grew old Street gang cut off his ear Sometimes he'd cry from his soul to his pride When his grey head filled up with fear But the hightower selection Built on college connections Required a mamma's boy pass Many years he wasted Trying with patience To get past the vogue middle class Now he plays his street songs never last long But he gives from the heart like a child Still writin new words hopin they'll be heard By those who might stop for a while But all of those big dreams Gave way to a small scene Where a country boy's words fade away And most of the magic Turned out to be tragic Now he sings for his keep unashamed After fifty years gone of guitars and songs He'll still smile if you stop and listen Cause he still believes in the dreams he conceived And the world doesn't knowwhat they're missin The hightower selection Built on college connections Required a mamma's boy pass Many years he wasted Trying with patience To get past the vogue middle class He left the country to search the city For success he couldn't find home......fade......... |
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JerryPat2 Member Laureate
since 2011-02-06
Posts 16975South Louisiana |
Ah, Eric, I'd have thought you wrote this about, moi, but when you brought in the "college connections," that left me out. Even so, I see myself within the linesd. ~ If they give you ruled paper, write sideways. ~ |
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ice Member Elite
since 2003-05-17
Posts 3404Pennsylvania |
Eric This poem has little segments of my life in its wirds. "He left the country to search the city For success he couldn't find home He was excited his passion ignited Chasin big dreams on his own" I like the way it unwinds from there..to here "He left the country to search the city For success he couldn't find at home......fade" Yes...fade--perfect The connection to my life is this.. I was raised on a farm that was eventually swallowed up by the fast pace of city expansion.. So I left to seek refuge in the mountains of my state. A reverse of leaving country for city..but an exodus, like in your poem. Kind of ran away the guy in this poem. I guess I overthink everything, my wife might be right...lol ford "Poetry is an echo, asking a shadow to dance." |
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ethome Member Patricius
since 2000-05-14
Posts 11858New Brunswick Canada |
Jerry, thanks for the read and the connection, so to speak. I actually wrote this about a friend that fought the music barriers for his entire life. The things some of us go through seem surreal when we look way back. I just had to put it down in words. I appreciate your comments. Eric true love never looks after it's own interests |
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ethome Member Patricius
since 2000-05-14
Posts 11858New Brunswick Canada |
ice, I don't know whether you overthink things but I appreciate how this lyric affected you and thanks for the quote lines. Too bad so many of the farms got swallowed up by big business and expansion. No fore thought given to much of the big rush. But the farm was a healthy environment. Nothing like the whole chicken I saw wrapped in stretch wrap plastic at the super market. Processed, processed, processed, that's all we know now days and the consequences are much more devastating than all of us realize. Thanks for the great comment. Eric true love never looks after it's own interests |
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