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Pistol At Noon
04:05
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she’s a pistol at noon but at two she’s a calm blooded mare
when she combs through her hair
the mirror reflects
a moon waxing crescent
edging out that young slivered stare
in keeping with father
she is quiet when she’s drunk
but she’s never too drunk
til there none left to drink
and it makes a boy think
that the moon should run red
cause no matter the hour
she is constantly crowding his head
she’s got a pile of salt on the ground
come through the door the table is set
come through the door and get what you’ll get
she’s got a scale that weighs by the pound
boy when you leave you’ll walk out a man
it’s better to know than to wander the land
the long empty days indicate that the summer has come
as a rule of thumb
the idle come out
humid with passion forever strangers to doubt
the kid had been warned not to mix with the dangerous kind
they’ll rot out your mind
and always persist
but he smiled inside cause for danger was all that he wished
she’s got a pile of salt on the ground
come through the door the table is set
come through the door and get what you’ll get
she’s got a scale that weighs by the pound
boy when you leave you’ll walk out a man
it’s better to know than to wander the land
in a closed room again
tradition is writ
like a tattoo on god
in an unfinished font
like the brand of a blind man
she’s a pistol at noon but a four she is pushed through the door
though the elder want more
the young ones are gripped
by the wonderous ache
by the pang of a white knuckled fist
she’s got a pile of salt on the ground
come through the door the table is set
come through the door and get what you’ll get
she’s got a scale that weighs by the pound
boy when you leave you’ll walk out a man
it’s better to know than to wander the land
© 2015 Tom Van Stockum
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Dearly Departed
03:18
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'Til the Ohio Don't Flow
03:19
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I’VE BEEN WALKIN’ TOWARDS SOMEBODY
AND YOU’VE BEEN WALKIN’ TOWARDS SOMEONE
NOW AN INTERSECTION JOINS US
AND ALL OUR WALKIN’ DAYS ARE DONE
SO GOOD DAY AND HOORAY
I’MMA LET MY WORRIES WASH AWAY
AND I’MMA SIT DOWN ON THIS ROAD
‘TIL THE OHIO DON’T FLOW
LIFE IS RIDDLED WITH CONFUSION
AND LOVE IS OFTEN HARD TO KNOW
NOW MY RIDDLE’S FOUND SOLUTION
AND I’VE NO REASON LEFT TO ROAM
SO GOOD DAY AND HOORAY
I’MMA LET MY WORRIES WASH AWAY
AND I’MMA SIT DOWN ON THIS ROAD
‘TIL THE OHIO DON’T FLOW
(BREAK)
PEOPLE, THEY OFTEN WANDER AIMLESS
AND SOMETIMES EVEN ROLL LIKE CLOUDS
WHEN LOVE’S RIVER FLOWS RIGHT THROUGH THEM
WELL PEOPLE THEY OFTEN SIT RIGHT DOWN
SO GOOD DAY AND HOORAY
I’MMA LET MY WORRIES WASH AWAY
AND I’MMA SIT DOWN ON THIS ROAD
‘TIL THE OHIO DON’T FLOW
© 2015 Tom Van Stockum
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Sitting Stone
05:11
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fly me down the river
float me through the clouds
if jesus don’t deliver
i’ll be comin’ right back down
for all that i done in my life
i know that it sounds sometimes like
i don’t think much of thrills
but believe me i still
have a good time
when june was just an infant
and i was just a kid
for all that i was missing
i didn’t notice it
opportunity may call
but sitting on my porch is all
that i want in my life
and i don’t mind the nights
when i’m lonely
they call me a sitting stone
they call me a sitting stone
and the moss it grows
on these granite bones
they call me a sitting stone
carmelize and thicken
the sugar in my stream
let the ivy keep on growin
up my legs and past my knees
just a pound of dirt in the end
to keep in character i’ll defend that
i don’t think much of thrills but
believe me i still
have a good time
such a good time
they call me a sitting stone
they call me a sitting stone
and the moss it grows
on these granite bones
they call me a sitting stone
there’s a rumblin’ comin from the hills again
it’s the plain that shreds the air through its churning lungs
though the cockpits unmaned the cabin takes concensus
we don’t need no landing strip
that ain’t how miracles are done
we don’t need no landing strip
that ain’t how miracles are done
though it’s hard to see above the canopy
just a bats are blind i’ll stay free
the thinner air ain’t what my body needs
i like the warmth of humidity
i’m easy to find
i’ll be easy to leave
just as i’ll forget you
you’ll forget me
so good luck on the kill
but believe me i still
have a good time
such a good time
mighty fine good time
they call me a sitting stone
they call me a sitting stone
and the moss it grows
on these granite bones
they call me a sitting stone
© 2015 tom van stockum
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5. |
City Limit Pothole
04:07
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JUST A FOOT OF PAVEMENT STUCK BETWEEN TWO TOWNS
EVERYBODY MAKES A FUSS
ABOUT THE THINGS HE DOES
BUT NOBODY CARES ENOUGH TO TURN HIM ROUND
ALWAYS BITTER TOWARDS HIS COLLEAGUES
OFTEN JEALOUS OF THE LIFE HE CAN’T APPROACH
THERE’S A SADNESS IN HIS EYES
THAT ALWAYS GETS DISGUISED
BY THE VITRIOL THAT’S ISSUED FROM HIS THROAT
WITH NO ANGELS IN THE HEAVENS
WITH NO HELP ALONG THE WAY
JUST A CITY LIMIT POTHOLE
WAY PAST HOPING HE’LL BE PAVED ONE DAY
WITH NO SHOULDER TO CRY ON
HE DECIDED THAT HE’D SHED NO MORE TEARS
BUT ITS CLEAR THAT DECISION
WAS DECIDED
BY A SERIES OF BEERS
LIKE AN OLD BEATEN COASTLINE
HIS DEFINITION IS PULLED AT BY THE MOON
THOUGH THE BOTTLE CAN SLOW TIME
IT LEAVES NO TIME
FOR MAKING A MOVE
WITH NO REASON TO STAY SOBER
AND A HOLE TO HIDE AWAY
JUST A CITY LIMIT POTHOLE
NOT TO KEEN ON GETTING PAVED ANYWAY
(BREAK)
AT THE BOTTOM OF THE WELL
WHERE THE WATER TABLE LIES
WHEN THE PRESSURE STARTS TO SWELL
THAT’S WHEN THE CRACKS BUILD UP INSIDE
AND WHEN HE HOBBLES DOWN THE LANE
HE DRAGS HIS BOOTS OF STEEL
HE ECHOES OUT A NAME
THAT DESCRIBES THE WAY HE FEELS
LIKE A CITY LIMIT POTHOLE
JUST A CHILD IN THE BODY OF A MAN
CAUSE HIS SPIRIT DIDN’T AGE
IT LEFT A RUSTY CAGE
THAT CAN’T BE OPENED WITHOUT SLICIN’ UP HIS HAND
SO NO MORE DRINKING FROM THE COLD SPRING
AND NO SUGAR CAUSE IT ALL JUST TASTES LIKE SALT
WHEN THE SPRINGTIME BRINGS THE FAIR
BE ANYWHERE BUT THERE
JUST KEEP WAITING FOR THE WINTER AND THE FALL
WITH NO PLAN TO JOIN THE PARTY
AND A MILLION REASONS WHY
JUST A CITY LIMIT POTHOLE
NO JURISDICTION TIL THE DAY HE DIES
© 2015 Tom Van Stockum
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Closer to the Ground
03:49
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CLOSER TO THE GROUND
SHE’S DEVELOPING AN ANCHOR
FROM THE MINERALS SHE’S FOUND
CLOSER TO THE GROUND
ONCE THE BEAUTY SETTLES IN
AND THE WINDOW SHADE COMES DOWN
CLOSER TO THE GROUND
SOON SHE’LL SINK BELOW THE CLOUDS SHE’S FOUND
WHEN THAT PLANE COMES DOWN
SHE’LL BE CLOSER TO THE GROUND
HIGH ABOVE NEVADA
PLASTERED TO THE WINDOW
SHE SITS NEXT TO HER FATHER
WHOSE MOUTH IS OPEN AND EYES ARE CLOSED
LOOKING DOWN AT THE WATER
THAT CUT ITS WAY THROUGH SOLID ROCK
SHE GETS A FEELING OTHER
THAN THE ONE SHE’S USUALLY GOT
WELL THE WORLD IS SUCH A BIG OLD PLACE
SHE HEARD HER FATHER SAY BEFORE
BUT THE DICE DON’T SEEM TO ROLL THAT WAY
OUT ON THE CASINO FLOOR
FLYING HIGH A YOUTHFUL MIND
SHE’S STILL GOT PENNIES LEFT TO SPEND
AND AFTER DESERT AND DIVIDE
THAT’S WHEN THOSE ENDLESS PLAINS BEGIN
CLOSER TO THE GROUND
SHE’S DEVELOPING AN ANCHOR
FROM THE MINERALS SHE’S FOUND
CLOSER TO THE GROUND
ONCE THE BEAUTY SETTLES IN
AND THE WINDOW SHADE COMES DOWN
CLOSER TO THE GROUND
SOON SHE’LL SINK BELOW THE CLOUDS SHE’S FOUND
WHEN THAT PLANE COMES DOWN
SHE’LL BE CLOSER TO THE GROUND
CARDS UPON THE TABLE
A HUNGRY PACK OF HANDS SHOOT CROSS THE FELT
A KANSAS COLORED QUILT UNRAVELS
TRIBUTARIES FEED INTO THE BIBLE BELT
MAYBE LATER I WILL TAKE YOU TO THE STRIP
THERE’S AN ENDLESS STREAM OF TAXIS
AND THEY WONT ACCEPT A TIP
FROM A RUSTY OLD DREAMER
AND A BRIGHT EYED LITTLE GIRL.
(BREAK)
CLOSER TO THE GROUND
SHE’S DEVELOPING AN ANCHOR
FROM THE MINERALS SHE’S FOUND
CLOSER TO THE GROUND
ONCE THE BEAUTY SETTLES IN
AND THE WINDOW SHADE COMES DOWN
CLOSER TO THE GROUND
SOON SHE’LL SINK BELOW THE CLOUDS SHE’S FOUND
WHEN THAT PLANE COMES DOWN
SHE’LL BE CLOSER TO THE GROUND
© 2015 Tom Van Stockum
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