Statue of Jesus and Other Writings
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Inspired, kind of, by McCartney's "Cafe on the Left Bank" in which he describes part of Paris, I'm describing part of my neck of the woods, in the woods, recall "Penny Lane" too about that colorful busy street in Liddypool. Not that my effort is on a par with Paul's (laughs) ! Statue of Jesus (working title) A statue of Jesus, lit up at night across from some countryside trash dumpsters shines by day too with benevolent light but just down the way lie long low vast holding shelters for chickens--some are for hogs-- I dread to think of their plight, not pampered and loved like pet cats and dogs but fattened up for the kill all crowded in together so tight, set back much too far in fields for their sad cackles and squeals to convey their pain and fright-- I saw a cow look both ways before crossing the road, and thought cows must not really be dumb-- round that curve is a long road where moonshiners plied their unlawful trade, and a creepy-looking part goes down to the ancient black water river used to be called "Drowning Creek" where its deep murky waters were plumbed and many a ghost was made, many went mad or blind from the perilous poisonous moonshine there's the wide golden wheat field where a giant wild pear tree was cut down, and the winding woods trail that leads to a quaint picture book river town way, way out in the country where most folks talk like a preacher Oh how fervently they believe, that you'd scarcely be surprised when someone suddenly drops to his knees and hollers out a passionate prayer, "Oh, I'm closer to my God in all this nature and heat, but closer still in Heaven when you want me, Lord, take me there, that will be so sweet." Had to turn into a grownup before I could really tell that even familiar places can cast their haunting spell --SUSY
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(I used to have a gigantic brown old Monte Carlo with real leather seats, big as a much fancier Elvis cadillac that people laughed at when I drove by in Savannah and Charleston, oddly that car was fun to drive (when I wasn't bumping into something, which happened once or twice, due to its size) and felt like sailing a big boat. You don't really have to be all that ashamed, in the South, if you drive a huge old shabby vehicle, live in a shabby dump, wear cheap clothes, have a crappy job. It's not like you're the only one! (LOL) ) Big Ol' Car wanna get a big ol' Elvis car sail slowly round in deep curves of these wild lush country lanes, though there is no Billy R. to seek out dirt side roads to sin, and never will be again gotta get another road hog ol' car big as a whale to glide off into sunsets and hit the dusty trails just me and no thoughts seeing wild fast little animals whiz by that can't be caught, they say you can't catch sight of your God til' you go down the hardest most lonely road of all-- (and lose all the treasures that can and can't be bought) that so many sore feet have trod-- they did it, so I can too but life, earth, certain people, blessed skies and world and shimmering hot country roads, it's still hard to let go of you --SUSY
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The Love That Never Came (corny country ditty) I ache all over with loneliness with nowhere to turn, nothing to do but suffer the fires of Hell that always burn sometimes it feels so sad, seeing everyone else find love though I'm glad for their happiness and joy my palpitating heart was always treated like a cheap plastic toy, easily smashed in two remember that happens to many souls and not just to you-- remember when that boy came back out of the blue seeking a second chance? and you barely even graced him with a glance another love that you never knew now you must again go without-- strong eagles fly alone-- live with all the doubt, pain and shame, mournful for the love that never came. --Susy
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good writing thank you for sharing
"but just down the way lie long low vast holding shelters for chickens--some are for hogs-- I dread to think of their plight, not pampered and loved like pet cats and dogs but fattened up for the kill all crowded in together so tight, set back much too far in fields for their sad cackles and squeals to convey their pain and fright-- I saw a cow look both ways before crossing the road, and thought cows must not really be dumb" very good. and yes, none of the animals are dumb.. they just don't speak 'English'.. hopefully your empathy for them in this writing would inspire others to think about them more caringly as well, and not eat them.. -
Thank you so much
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Meet Me Down by the Cornfield (bluegrassy old-timey country tune) Saw you down behind the barn the other day, sittin' on the pond fishin' when I seen you there with the sun in your hair I could not help wishin' (chorus) Meet me down by the cornfields, meet me down by the pines, meet me down by the riverside I'll show you a real good time Saw you dancin' on the street corner Saturday you was singin' and passin' the hat singin' swingin' and a-shakin' I said I gotta git me some of that (chorus) Meet me down by the cornfield, meet me down by the mill, meet me down by the riverside honey I'll give ya a thrill Saw you hangin' at the pig pickin' Sunday you was kissing on Amy Marie, I just grinned and said do it again someday it's gonna be me (chorus) Meet me down by the cornfield, meet me down by the pines, meet me down by the riverside, I'll show you a real good time--SUSY
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Burned Out Agin (Oh Lord) bluegrass ditty I'm burned out again, Oh Lord why must I feel so tired I always have to pay the next day for gittin' loose and wired, some folks well they can party all day turn a somersault all night me I just lay and pray n' chew on hay my shades put on to hide the light burned out agin' OH LORD! darn them powders n' pills! why must we suffer so I'd like to know, from gittin' kicks n'thrills dee dee dee dee dee dee dee dee dee dee, dee dee dee dee dee dee dee (I forgot those lines) Burned out again oh Lord! Lord have mercy on me-- send me on down some rejuvinatin' love send it down C.O.D. if that don't git a rise outa me Lord you know nuthin' will I'll have to face the fact I'm no spring chicken Lord I'm over the hill --SUSY
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SusyLuvsPaul:
Thank you so much
Rahilyou're welcome
go check out http://maccaboard.paulmccartney.com/phpBB2/viewtopic.php?t=85078 when you can also 
thanks your next 2 are good also -
Thanks again
I can't access videos right now, but when I can, will check out yours, I bet your music is worth hearing 
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Great writing Susy! was just checking them out. Its funny how in that one called Burned Out Again, you actually pull off a sort of street tone to it, not really cheesy, just speaking the truth! good stuff. I liked them all, maybe The Love That Never Came is my fav. you really get to rhyming towards the end of that one
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thanks so much Kapoo, I dont get "burned out again" from partying anymore LOL but remember how it was!
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SusyLuvsPaul:
thanks so much Kapoo, I dont get "burned out again" from partying anymore LOL but remember how it was!
ah the hazy memories
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New York City Song Merging into New York City, the pine trees and the green were gone some streets are nice, some streets are filthy here it's hard to feel alone I waded through concrete and trash surrounded by longing for cash and lots of flash If you feel your life is boring, you don't know how to laugh or pray you ought to prowl this urban landslide take a bodyguard on the subway in New York you can succeed or lie in an alley and bleed succeed, or bleed A burned out bum was masturbating before the 5th Avenue public library, I wished he'd been on Park Avenue to entertain the haute bourgeois instead of regaling me, and oh that time I found myself somehow in the worst part of the South Bronx and some punks started to threaten me, but I ran and jumped in a taxi that appeared and the cab driver cheated me, it wasn't like a Woody Allen movie Yet the city really moved me with its exuberant teaming diversity and finding money on the street was always really sweet, and meeting and kissing Woody in "Elaine's" made up for a lot of sporadic fearful pain well this all got lost in a convoluted jazzy riff but my words don't mean much, so what's the diff (Art Garfunkel sang "New York, you got money on your mind, and my words don't mean a dime's worth of difference, so here's to you New York") brightest biggest jewel of the North I was from the South, some native New Yawkers seemed enchanted whenever I opened my mouth while to me their accents sounded cute even when unpolished and uncouth, irrepressibly tellin' their rude crude streety truth I caught chronic fatigue syndrome there, my lungs didn't have a prayer but the dread Epstein-Barr went away after a year or so, once back in Carolina out of the frozen winter fray still I sometimes regret leaving there to this very day-- I wasn't much of a fighter but in my small humble modest way I'd rather be a Southern writer of the South U.S.A. unlike Joseph Mitchell of The New Yorker mag in the 20's who split from downhome Dixie to fantastically, seemingly miraculously fulfill his intellect, his dream or Thomas Wolfe from Asheville the North Carolina mountains whose poetic pithy prose gushes an eternal amazing fountain inspired by his copious travels, wow, how that wild Wolfe could roam he made beat Jack Kerouac look like a meek stay at home New York City made them want to shake, shimmy and shout but Henry Miller couldn't wait to get out-- wanted France to dance his life-lovin hedonistic dance John Lennon loved the city-- made him think of the Pool Lennon was always too cool for any school even one in Manhattan-- it didn't occur to me to try to meet him there, until it was too late and he'd been felled by madness and murderous hate it was not a night of white satin in New York-- in New York you can succeed or lie in an alley and bleed succeed, or bleed some of those Italians had such beautiful faces-- I saw some wonderful places in New York and always felt happy in the theater and libraries and in the Bronx Zoo, which should give me a clue-- too much "I me mine" in this but I'm just as interested in you and merging into New York City, the pine trees and the green are gone some streets are nice, some streets are filthy here it's hard to feel alone New York's my kinda town makes you feel up and down it was once my kinda town --SUSY jazz song, really jazzy
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burp I mean "bump"
