Color and Class (11/23)

A smart young man from the country
Has to buy himself a suit
If he really wants to make it
In the city

So I bought myself a suit
Found a job and an apartment
Worked up on the 34th floor.
Laney was a trader at the ForEx desk
We dated for a couple of weeks
Till I realized that
She'd share my cabs
And mooch my drugs
But I'd never get to put my gas in her tank
Because my suit
Was made by Joseph A. Bank.

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"So, where are you from?"
"I grew up in _____"
"My husband's uncle lives there, Dr. C____?"
"Orthodontist extraordinaire."
"He took us to lunch somewhere, the Dunes Club?"
"Oh yeah, we used to crash their parties
Steal their liquor, and make off with their women.
We'd drive to the end of some dirt road
Get ourselves drunk and howl at the moon."
"Really...?"
"Really."

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I live in a land beyond color and class;
In a black Mercedes with bulletproof glass.

Moonshine In A Jar (11/21)

Sitting on the porch with some friends and acoustic guitars
Not trying to bottle lightning, just pouring moonshine into some jars
The sunset is on one side, the other's got the evening stars
Out beyond the pines you hear the passing of occasional cars

Rocking on the screen porch
(Rocking away)
Jamming with the bullfrogs
(Rocking away)
Hooting at the bobwhites
(Rockin away)
Bug candles help to keep the skeeters at bay

We play the same songs that we always play
Simple country blues where you can mean what you say
It's not complicated but it makes you feel good
When music sounds the way that you know that it should

Rocking on the screen porch
(Rocking away)
Jamming with the bullfrogs
(Rocking away)
Hooting at the bobwhites
(Rockin away)
Bug candles help to keep the skeeters at bay

They cut down the pine trees
Carved up the plots
Put in a Walmart
Brought in some slots
I learned some new songs
But it's just not the same
As music from the heart which tells the world from whence you came

Yeah we're
Rocking on the screen porch
(Rocking away)
Jamming with the bullfrogs
(Rocking away)
Hooting at the bobwhites
(Rockin away)
Bug candles help to keep the skeeters at bay

(Solo)

What About The Bun? (11/2)

"When I was driving home tonight
The trees looked like a condiment stand.
'Mustard yellow, ketchup red
Fading green of pepper relish
A hot dog's earthy brown.'"
"But what about the bun?"
"You're right, there should be a bun.
How about 'Branches brown like a hot dog bun'?"
"Yes, that's better.
May I be excused now?"
"Yes Ravi, you're excused."

Like the geese forming their ragged vees
And wending their way to the south.
His mind so like mine, but his words emerge
From the image of his mother's mouth.