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XOx Uriah xOX Senior Member
since 2006-02-11
Posts 1403Virginia 
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It was good to see ol' Billy Been awhile since he'd hit town. And I knew he was just blowin' through. Bill aint much on hangin' 'round. Rachel said to me, "Hey Mojo, Aint you playin' here tonight?" I said, "I'm letting Billy take my spot." "Randy said that it's alright." So, I let Billy work his magic... On the love sick lonely girls. Singin' bout his life...so hard and tragic Such a sad and lonely world. "Once I had a friendly smile...Her and God smiled on me for awhile I guess God had better things to do...I only wish I knew her excuse. Once I had a heart of gold...It must have been too heavy for her to hold... When I got it back It lacked it's glow. I still can't believe this heart is mine... Mine seemed so much lighter at the time." I'd seen that look many times before... And in Rachel's eyes...I saw it once again Like she'd found a little lost puppy at her door and just had to take him in. She listened intently to each of Billy's songs and asked questions in between There was just no way I was gonna steer her wrong Rachel was much too sweet and green. "I woke up to smell the coffee...without the cream... Things aint the way they looked...when I first saw them in my dreams. Nothing seems to be the way it seemed." Yeah, I know you want to know him. Yes, He and I are friends. That's why I need to warn you 'bout the mess you're steppin' in. Yes, he's broken hearted. But understand... He aint no fool. He makes a real good livin' Off of soft hearted women and that broken heart of his is just a tool. He's a poet and a preacher and a pervert and a pal. And he moves from bar to bedroom Town to town and gal to gal. Yes, his broken heart is real But, he's learned that it can pay. He'll let you think that it can heal If it means a place to stay. For a day or three...maybe a week or two Just when you think he's on the level He'll feel a breeze come blowin' through And he's off... chasin' dust devils. "You can stare and shake your head at my plight Run down your list of duties that you don't think I'm doing right. I've played your game and I always played the fool. If I stand or fold...it's all part of the rules. Every kiss that touched my lips was bitter sweet. Every dream I ever carried...lays in ruins at my feet. There aint much left that I aint turned my back on. All this world has to offer...is a song." Billy took a break from playing Came and sat down at our table She hung on every word he was saying Every truth and every fable. He talked about all of his tough breaks How he longed for a life of ease. He quoted poems of William Blake Talked of Jung and Diogenes. He downed four more beers and hit the stage again Then he looked out at the crowd Put in a pickup and plugged it in and turned the amp up loud. "I got a Georgia Peach...always in my reach...when I go down... Way up in Alberta...theres always a flirter...hangin' 'round Down in South Caroline...I spend time with a sweet fair brown. I got a gold tooth mama...down in Tijuana...guaranteed Down in Louisiana.... I got a sweet little coon-ass treed. There's a hot eskimo...in the artic snow...waitin' on me. I got a tarheel yearnin'...keeps a candle burnin' year 'round I know a swanky little Yankee...that howls like a bluetick hound." Yes, I know you want to know him. Yeah, He's deep...the thoughts he's thinkin' But he always gets religious and profound when he's been drinkin'. He's a prophet and a preacher You won't be the first angel that fell. His guitar neck is his steeple. Listen to him ring that bell. In some dark and quiet chamber He can learn about your sins. He wants only true confessions... It's okay to bring a friend. Well... Rachel left with Billy He lived with her for two months straight. He left in a brand new pickup truck The last time he hauled freight. I told her how it was gonna be But, she fell for him all the same. Now Rachel does not talk to me 'cause...somehow... I'm to blame. It could be 'cause Billy and I are friends Don't that beat all? It takes the cake! Or... She found out that I'd filled him in... On her love for philosophy and Blake. |
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Martie
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Member Empyrean
since 1999-09-21
Posts 28049California |
Larry....there's something about the broken hearted, that makes a girl just want to fix it, I guess. What a great poem/story! Much enjoyed! For some reason it feels like it might be a true story. Is it? |
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Susan Caldwell Member Rara Avis
since 2002-12-27
Posts 8348Florida |
 the perfect set up between friends...what did you stand to gain? and your friend? I know him...he can only keep his act up for a little while...then the mask slips and he must be on his way.. sometimes he is worth the go and sometimes his only attribute is a lesson well learned. "too bad ignorance isn't painful" |
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