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Copyright © 2004 By Charles J. Butler
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Charles J. Butler
04 - 2007
"DROP THE NEEDLE " | "HOOK-UP" | "VEIL"
DROP THE NEEDLE
ears open souls awake dark in this house not too got to work the player after all sounds abounding luke the drifter the great hank sounding sad n' proud. bruce in nebraska merle in the big city 'n hickory wind whipping past my ears. steve givin' townes his due high lonesome sounds flowin' thru. studyin' on the road behind 'n ahead the women who give meaning 't my heart the child woman I lost close my eyes see waylon's dreams losing 'n finding their way. soul dreams heart heals dawn 'n setting sun a journey that ends with the end. death is a teardrop passion a sad smile gillian 'n david singin' 'bout elvis livin' too brief pain always present the story old as sin as faith new as the faint breeze as my grand nephew's first steps memory of my mother singin' brown baby in my ear when i that grand nephew's age. tired voices sing of Jesus' leap ruined voices sing of new love wonderous hurt last chances.
HOOK-UP
last i saw him looked like a skeleton in a baseball cap 'n black leather trenchcoat wanted to ask what happened but i'm knowing the answer to that one. saw his wife, still very fine i figure she gave it to him he to her or both had it when they met. it's kickin' his ass she still fine n' sweet to eyes n' senses been a while since then. far as i know still with us still man and wife shake my head sad smile comes on me. love's somethin'.
VEIL
then. found her there home half dark her in a big ol' chair a song. sad n' sweet in the air a drink in one hand most likely jack a cig dangling from thin lips lookin' at nothin' with bloodshot blue eyes her gibson on the couch looks up at me says it's all a veil o' tears "c" go over to her touch her face her pain wet on my fingers. i say always been a veil o' tears, baby we talk low & sweet she smokes & drinks i drink, i talk she kisses me kissin' her we touch make our way to the bedroom and love each other through the night morning. in the windows we rise we bathe we dress she says nothing i have nothing to say she goes her way i go mine now. false dawn in the windows lucinda singing something sad n' sweet in my headphones face wet with hurt remembering her.