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Music City Trilogy |
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Abe Senior Member
since 2003-05-28
Posts 694Looks like Vero Beach, FL until the end! 
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A MUSIC CITY TRILOGY GOIN’ TO THE OPRY Goin’ up to Nashville town Try to sell a song or two ‘Cause I’ve finally found something That, I really want to do. I’ve been waiting a few years And feel that my time has come If I can’t get any breaks Then, I guess I’ll make me some. I have met a bunch of stars Who said, they would take a look Read my typewritten sheets And the pages of my book. I know they must be busy But, wish they’d take the time For I’m sure, that they could Make songs of my words of rhyme. I suppose most of them don’t care ‘Cause they’ve already made theirs Have forgotten what it feels like At the bottom of the stairs. I haven’t spent, as much time As a lot did, breaking in But, I started kinda late Don’t have all those years, to win. So, I’m going to the city Where country music’s king To find someone to read my words To find someone, to sing. The early 80s THE MUSIC ROW BLUES Got to shake this lowdown mood Of these ol’ Music Row blues I’ve got blisters on my feet And the soles worn off my shoes. My voice hoarse, about give out And my knuckles’re red and sore My ears, so tired of hearing, “We’re not taking any more!” I start with the big houses Now, I search each darkened hall Eyes strain to read the nameplates Figger that I’ll hit ‘em all. I talk to other “artists” Who chose this hard way of life Some have been around for years Some, gave up their kids and wife. We all think, “I will make it!” And we must believe it true But the sad, hard fact remains There’s so very few, who ever do. Some take their words and music To their cold grave in the end Still hoping fame and fortune Is just waitin’ ‘round the bend. To make it in “the business” Sometimes, it costs your soul When you lose, might win that game Played on Nashville’s Music Row. The late 80s MUSIC CITY FRIENDS Seems I’ve got a million friends But, not one I could call To ask, to help, to hold me up When I feel I’m ‘bout to fall. I’ve held my heart and soul out Tried to be what a friend should be But, everyone is so suspect Here, in this Music City. Nobody trusts another Especially, if you have a need Everybody wants to, “Screw ‘em all!” But who planted that seed? I think it’s the ones who have “it” Who think they have some “class” But they're the ones with nothing Who let their true friends pass. Don’t you ever ask a favor Or let them know you really care For to find “real” people in this town Is really kind of rare. Don’t be sincere and honest Don’t say what you really mean ‘Cause all of those “high rollers” Will put what “they” want, between. I thought I‘d found one friend Said, I’d be there, always But trying to be a nice guy Is not something, that pays. I don’t need fame and fortune I don’t need to be the best All I really need is friendship To pass, the Music City test. I guess I’ll have to give it up There’s no reason more, for trying Because here in Music City All that works, is a good lying. 1995 Del "Abe" Jones Mankind's greatest accomplishment is not the revolution of technology, it is the evolution of creativity. |
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Margherita Member Seraphic
since 2003-02-08
Posts 22236Eternity |
A very well written piece, dear Abe, even though rather cynical. But then you are right, the world of artists is mainly hardship, only a few become glories ... The ponderings about friendship are very sad, yet there is truth in your statements. Sigh! Love, Margherita |
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Marge Tindal 
since 1999-11-06
Posts 42384Florida's Foreverly Shores |
Abe~ LOVE THEM !!! I'll be back to read again~ *Huglets*  ~*Marge*~ ~*When the heart grieves over what it has lost, |
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