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A Ghost in the Webbing
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A Ghost in the Webbing |
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XOx Uriah xOX Senior Member
since 2006-02-11
Posts 1403Virginia 
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I saw you today... Something brushed aside the cobwebs that had shrouded your memory. I saw you...frozen in time. Almost a quarter of a century old. Not the over half century you should be. We both were there... When a cold beer, a hot meal or a steamy woman were only a song away. Before anyone who thought they mattered knew who Steve was. Before Steve thought he didn't matter. Just songs shared down by the railroad. Just songs played at whatever joint would let us play. Just songs sold for rent or change of address. That was what it was all about. The songs... It didn't matter if our pockets were bulging from eagles nesting or if they were empty of all but dreams and lint. The songs remained the same. When did it change? Was it the buxom barflies full of barley and believing "He's so sensitive and deep" that changed it all? What was seen as "being free" Didnt come cheap to me. But, I guess you bought it. Then Steve fell silent and you disappeared. We all disappeared. He, between Hell and Mexico. Between shooting it in and sweating it out. You, between prison and the back roads of Georgia. All of us were sweating it out. I had no taste for Atlantic City. Money aint everything. You never did understand my priorities. I never knew I had any until the debates arose. You, somewhere between Jim Morrison and Pan. Me, somewhere between David Allan Coe and Paul of Tarsus. Paul won the argument. And I was weary... of opening myself up to let others walk beside me through pain they would never understand. And I was tired... of pouring peroxide on the strings to keep the blood from staining. You went your way and I went mine. Didn't matter who on your side would have won. Over indulgence made disaster inevitable. Steve is still alive. Alot older. Alot fatter. But he sweated it out and... He is still alive. So many others...gone by the wayside Songs remain. Songs that brought spotlights to strangers. Or...ones that pretend to be your friend. For the duration...of a song. Thats what it was all about... The Songs. You never could write worth a damn. No one will understand this jibberish. Just rambling on about things that I myself don't understand. I have nothing poetic to say. Nothing profound. Nothing preferred. Just that the cobwebs drooped a bit and for a brief moment I saw you today... Frozen in time... Singing a stolen song. |
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Earth Angel Member Empyrean
since 2002-08-27
Posts 40215Realms of Light |
XO, I could listen to you sing your songs all day long! It don't matter none that you ain't got money in yer pockets! ~ 'Cause ya got songs in yer heart 'n soul!  EA  |
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WindWalker Senior Member
since 2001-10-12
Posts 1218 |
WOW! This is one of your best!!!!!!!!!! |
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