“Got dem Augusta Blues”

If you don’t follow sports, or specifically golf, The Masters—one of four majors—is currently being played in Augusta, Ga.

I rolled out of bed
(dum,dum,dum)
Got me a drink
(dum,dum,dum)
Pulled back da curtains
And what did I see
That mean ol course
was laughing at me.

Oh, I got da blues
Oh yes I do
I got da blues
Dos
Damn ol
Augusta
Blues.

I dressed in my clothes
(dum,dum,dum)
Put on my spikes
(dum,dum,dum)
Went to the range
And what did I see
Crying grown men
Was cursing at me.

Oh, I got da blues
I really do
I got da blues
Dem
Low down
Augusta
Blues

I went to the tee
(dum,dum,dum)
Swung at the ball
(dum,dum,dum)
It went very far
And what did I see
A big ol splash
In the water it be.

Oh, I got da blues
I so really do
Those awful
bad blues
bad
bad
Augusta
Blues

I made it on home
(dum,dum,dum)
Last putt in the cup
(dum,dum,dum)
The crowd was cheering
And what did I see
An ugly green jacket
Was waiting on me.

Oh, yea, I da got blues
Those winning time blues
Oh I got da blues
Dos hair raising
Motivating
All the time
I’s a waiting, cause
I da champ
of dos
Augusta
Blues……….

eleanor rigby

“Harriet Harry stumbles home drunk from the bar where he drowned all his cares.
Can’t find the lock.
Falls to the ground, wondering how he will sleep on the pavement outside.
Why is she mad.”

“All the harried people
How do they get things done
All the married people
Can she forgive this time.”

Melody is from The Beatles Eleanor Rigby. A bit o’ fluff.

“Hanging by a thread”

I wake every morn
to troubled times
there’s many a day
when I’ve lost my heart
when life beats me down
I’ve my feet on the ground
I turn to my faith
in God’s hands I’m loved.

I’m
hanging by a thread
a steel cable thread
a steel cable thread
that is my faith
my trust in God
my soul belongs
I am not lost
I have always been found.

tempted by those things
that do me harm
helpless I’ve become
for somebody’s charm
when cruelty and hate
stalk the land
when hopelessness
seems
to stretch out its hand.

I’m
hanging by a thread
a steel cable thread
a steel cable thread
that is my faith
my trust in God
my soul belongs
I am not lost
I have always been found.

by God’s good grace
I light the path
many that I’ve helped
recover their laugh
beat back the darkness
I’ve always implored
hold tight to that thread
we all want more.

I’m
hanging by a thread
a steel cable thread
a steel cable thread
that is my faith
my trust in God
my soul belongs
I am not lost
I have always been found.
I am not lost
I have always been found
by
my steel
cable thread I am bound.

Authors note: my favorite song I’ve written.

sing along and vote early

This poem is sung to the tune of, “When Johnny came marching home”

When Ambrose went off to vote today,
harangue, harangue,
When Ambrose went off to vote today,
harangue, harangue,
In the winter of two thousand sixteen,
We went to the polls to vote today,
And we all,
Checked the ballot,
And had to close our eyes.

When Ambrose gave his victory speech,
harangue, harangue,
When Ambrose gave his victory speech,
harangue, harangue,
He promised us much,
And thanked us for,
Returning to office,
For many years more,
And we all cheered hard,
When Ambrose went back to work.

When Ambrose was caught breaking the law,
harangue, harangue,
When Ambrose was caught breaking the law,
harangue, harangue,
He told us he’s sorry,
Won’t happen again,
The money was there,
That’s hardly a sin,
So we all forgave and voted him back in.

best Pentatonix song ever

For the last 2 and 1/2 years I’ve loved “Run to You” by Pentatonix as the best of their amazing music. “Run to You” is so good it has entered the choral rotation of groups worldwide. However, they have recently released an absolutely stunning version of “Hallelujah” that is not only the best ever version of this song, but should be among the top songs ever in all genres. You may not agree of course, but do yourself a favor and listen with headphones.

The videos are not embedded because I don’t have the upgraded blog.

chasin’ the dream

Today’s d’Verse prompt is about Bob Dylan at the poetry pub in homage to his Nobel Prize for Literature.

“Cracked Concrete and Callouses”

I done dreamed……. when I was young
roll of dough……. like ol’ man Price
was fourteen……. when momma left
went out west……. chased better dreams
daddy lied……. done said a whore

done chasin’ after that dream
the one with demons in my head
done chasin’ after that dream
ain’t got no place to make a bed
I’m chasin’ after that dream
find rumored town hard work’s not dead
a dream…….
a dream……. where___

___I done ran……. two years later
got meaner……. slug of whiskey
his fists spoke……. nothin’ round here
‘cept the law……. and Mary Jane
one last time……. done spun chamber

done chasin’ after that dream
broke concrete thuddin’ in my head
done chasin’ after that dream
no eager flesh warmin’ home bed
I’m chasin’ after that dream
somewhere a man’s respect not dead
a dream…….
a dream……. where___

___done chasin’ after that dream
radiator flashed to steam
done chasin’ after that dream
no mo’ money left to scheme
I’m chasin’ after that dream
you done need ride so it seems

you done need ride…….. so it seems

so it seems
so it seems
one final dream
one final dream
one final……. dream

Authors note: Insert guitar chord solo where dots are in vocal lyrics. Underscore hold and extend first word into next verse as bridge. The word ‘done’ has two different definitions. The first meaning ‘did’ and the second meaning ‘no more’.

and so they fly and sometimes fall

“In wise eyes”

during the storm with sleet piling high
four weeks before the norm she arrived
tearful parents prayed she would survive
named her Grace by somber sunrise

a father’s love
a mother’s hope
nurtured dreams
within her soul
grew up slowly
without fear
saw only truth
in wise eyes

followed by siblings no longer alone
dignified grace she welcomed them home
bothers and sisters each thoughts unknown
being eldest not role to despise

a father’s love
a mother’s hope
nurtured dreams
within her soul
grew up slowly
without fear
saw only truth
in wise eyes

competitive voice pushed her hard
on school stage all roles were starred
blessed by friendship still kept her guard
poised grace behind vibrant disguise

a father’s love
a mother’s hope
nurtured dreams
within her soul
grew up slowly
without fear
saw only truth
in wise eyes

moving away she bade fond farewell
held in high grace rang pure as a bell
reckless young boy thrust through her spell
left new life behind plans to revise

a father’s love
a mother’s hope
nurtured dreams
within her soul
grew up slowly
without fear
saw only truth
in wise eyes

Authors note: another song I wrote. I don’t do melodies unfortunately.