"Punk Rock Country Song"
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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
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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!
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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
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^^ 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.
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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?
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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 
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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!
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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.
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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.
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Why, why, why, why Why do you say goodbye, goodbye Oh no, you say goodbye but I say hello
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BURP I mean "bump" somebody may be coming in to read my stuff
