His Rodeo Arrived (Not A Day Too Soon)

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Hallucination
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since 2001-03-18

Posts 419

0 posted 2005-01-29 07:56 AM

“His Rodeo Arrived (Not A Day Too Soon)”
© 2005 Brian Eggertsen, All Rights Reserved

They say it’s easy, they’re wrong.
Time can heal it all, but I’m not that strong.
So listen, listen well,
You might learn from what I can tell.
Words from my old mans tale.
It was a long time ago.
My old man at the end of the (ghoul/gull) road.
With his bags and a sign.
Where he wrote: “Next stop, boarder line.”
But no one were that kind…

Taken from an unknown,
Musicians diary.
Here’s a little something,
From his virgin journey.
Put down on paper by my old man,
Where sentences wrote…

“He still in hails that desert dust,
From trailer trash buckets of rust,
His Rodeo Arrived Not A Day Too Soon.
With both his thumbs raised in the air,
Pockets of loads too tough to bare,
His Rodeo Arrived Not A Day Too Soon.”

My old man once said: “My son,
Treat your ambition as a loaded gun.”
Then he smiled, and just laughed.
While giving advice from the past
A talking that would last.
“Made it to outside of town.
With shades of my steps as the only sound.
Town folks cries in my head.
Voices that I’d rather forget,
Cause of all they’re gossip…”

“A small town judging eyes,
Toward folk whose leaving.
Welcome mat’s been re-placed,
By a savvier beating.”
Illustrated words by my old man,
Where after they read…

“He still in hails that desert dust,
From trailer trash buckets of rust,
His Rodeo Arrived Not A Day Too Soon.
With both his thumbs raised in the air,
Pockets of loads too tough to bare,
His Rodeo Arrived Not A Day Too Soon.”

Now here’s the moral of this confusing story.
There’s no point in acting like candy left in the sun.
While the sour grapes you’ve plucked nits you clothes of worry.
No one never said you couldn’t have lots of fun.
I hope you understand, these words of my old man,
Locked within the writing of an old hand…

“He still in hails that desert dust,
From trailer trash buckets of rust,
His Rodeo Arrived Not A Day Too Soon.
With both his thumbs raised in the air,
Pockets of loads too tough to bare,
His Rodeo Arrived Not A Day Too Soon.”

Midnitesun

Member Empyrean

since 2001-05-18

Posts 28647
Gaia

1 posted 2005-01-29 10:06 PM

it took three times reading it, but I did arrive, not a moment too soon, to the meaning of this
sometimes, there's not much you can do but move away...from the gossip trail of smalltown mindset

DavePage
Member Elite

since 2003-12-21

Posts 2917

2 posted 2005-02-03 09:06 PM

I dont know small america but I hope I know words.

I like it very much.

Dave

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