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"Punk Rock Country Song"

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Posted by SusyLuvsPaul

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      Punk Rock Country Song

      (note: You can put bad things that happen into your own punk rock songs, and even if the song is bad, well, it was meant to be bad. Cause what all happened was. And this ain't even the half of it.)

      Our country place burned down
      even the big red barn, somebody
      wanted our land there and we couldn't and wouldn't sell
      Mama's wedding gown gone, pictures
      of her and Daddy gone up in blazes and smoke
      her farm house home place
      everything must pass,
      all things must pass away
      nothing and no-one is going to stay
      the Law threw me in jail for one night,
      three weeks after Mama died
      I was innocent and put up a fight--
      finally found innocent of a falsely accused DUI
      but it dragged on for years, made me
      scream and cry
      long-lost son turned up
      being a hellion wild child
      boy it burns me up
      a working class hero who
      doesn't want to work
      makes me furious to see him scowl, hiss and snarl
      and shirk
      and call me a whore
      then I realized, he's only acting like me
      if I let it all out,
      cause he's such a part of me in a town and a world
      without pity
      life is not Disneyland, not a fairy tale
      and maybe there's no Heaven either,
      but there certainly is a Hell
      --Susy 2015

        SusyLuvsPaul: Punk Rock Country Song

        (note: You can put bad things that happen into your own punk rock songs, and even if the song is bad, well, it was meant to be bad. Cause what all happened was. And this ain't even the half of it.)

        Our country place burned down
        even the big red barn, somebody
        wanted our land there and we couldn't and wouldn't sell
        Mama's wedding gown gone, pictures
        of her and Daddy gone up in blazes and smoke
        her farm house home place
        everything must pass,
        all things must pass away
        nothing and no-one is going to stay
        the Law threw me in jail for one night,
        three weeks after Mama died
        I was innocent and put up a fight--
        finally found innocent of a falsely accused DUI
        but it dragged on for years, made me
        scream and cry
        long-lost son turned up
        being a hellion wild child
        boy it burns me up
        a working class hero who
        doesn't want to work
        makes me furious to see him scowl, hiss and snarl
        and shirk
        and call me a wh**e
        then I realized, he's only acting like me
        if I let it all out,
        cause he's such a part of me in a town and a world
        without pity
        life is not Disneyland, not a fairy tale
        and maybe there's no Heaven either,
        but there certainly is a Hell
        --Susy 2015

        Sounds familiar to me too Susy.
        I guess all things happen for a reason, but I am not sure
        if my heart and Spirit will ever trust and recover.
        I have nightmares every night. Horrible.
        And my Mom is permanently physically crippled.
        There are some evil, heartless people in this world.
        Good luck to you!

          I'm sorry for all you and yours went through, Kitty. Sounds like you could write your own punk rock songs too. It might help you to express yourself through song and other art forms.

          Ballad of the Second Farewell
          --blues folk song--

          Thrills of horror, I intone "hasta la vista, eat my dust"
          I never should have shown trust
          and no more shall futilely wait
          your rancid scathing attitudes
          made something like love turn
          into something like hate
          as I, appalled, stalled at the
          starting gate and
          now am gone
          Could Emily or Charlotte Bronte have penned this, I guess not
          frozen and alone is what I am,
          nothing is what I've got
          black-hearted greed of another showed me
          I have got some pride
          And having never appeared, I don't have to hide
          "Trouble on the deep blue sea behind me,
          vanish in the air you'll never find me"
          it appears it is much too late,
          and a song of love is more a cry of hate
          tossed back into a sad familiar hell
          and a ballad of the last farewell
          diamonds and gold of hope all turned
          to rust
          as I glance back behind me and intone
          consume my dust
          I never should have shown a shred
          of trust
          rancid scathing words caused
          this ballad of the second sad farewell--
          Susy 2015

            ^^ it is sad when someone leaves and they never really say goodbye.
            Then you are left wondering why it what you could have done differently, if anything.
            It is like they were just ghosts, and maybe they were.
            I am not good at artistic things I have found. My Dad was the artist and writer.
            I am afraid my thoughts and words are locked up in my heart.

            The only thing I could think about doing is picking up this tube of
            Ultramarine Blue paint I found today and try to paint something.
            But I can't bring myself to do it now.
            Maybe oneday.

              It looks like you can write very well ! Appreciate it, own it Miss Kittay

                SusyLuvsPaul

                Second Farewell?
                When I hear something sad like this - the ray of hope always shines from nowhere and says 'C'mon, there must be something to do with it to make it right!'
                Very beautiful tragedy of love.

                  Is there a tertiary version to this tune?

                    hey_kittay:Is there a tertiary version to this tune?

                    Gotta go google the term "tertiary" ops: or ask what you meant, Kittay. I thought maybe both of these sucked. It was really nice to get feedback from y'all

                      Sorry I was thinking in chemistry again.
                      "Third in level." I meant the third poem or song on a series.
                      They are great, real poems. You being honest and true.
                      Nothing better than that!

                        SusyLuvsPaul:I'm sorry for all you and yours went through, Kitty. Sounds like you could write your own punk rock songs too. It might help you to express yourself through song and other art forms.

                        Ballad of the Second Farewell
                        --blues folk song--

                        Thrills of horror, I intone "hasta la vista, eat my dust"
                        I never should have shown trust
                        and no more shall futilely wait
                        your rancid scathing attitudes
                        made something like love turn
                        into something like hate
                        as I, appalled, stalled at the
                        starting gate and
                        now am gone
                        Could Emily or Charlotte Bronte have penned this, I guess not
                        frozen and alone is what I am,
                        nothing is what I've got
                        black-hearted greed of another showed me
                        I have got some pride
                        And having never appeared, I don't have to hide
                        "Trouble on the deep blue sea behind me,
                        vanish in the air you'll never find me"
                        it appears it is much too late,
                        and a song of love is more a cry of hate
                        tossed back into a sad familiar hell
                        and a ballad of the last farewell
                        diamonds and gold of hope all turned
                        to rust
                        as I glance back behind me and intone
                        consume my dust
                        I never should have shown a shred
                        of trust
                        rancid scathing words caused
                        this ballad of the second sad farewell--
                        Susy 2015

                        I gave this one a bump. Since it happened to me again since last week.
                        I will loosely name it, "The Third, And Last Farewell."

                        "Futilely waiting" no more.

                          I hear ya ! Life is like that, sometime Unfortunately. Cheer up buttercup, good things do happen. Small (and big) miracles occur. Be on the lookout, you're due for some blessings!

                            I sure hope you are right Susy!
                            Thanks for the encouraging words.
                            Needed them especially today.

                                Why, why, why, why
                                Why do you say goodbye, goodbye
                                Oh no, you say goodbye but I say hello 2:

                                  BURP I mean "bump" somebody may be coming in to read my stuff