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1 juillet ~Old Songs Re-Sung~'Tis an old song re-sung
Since first that time begun Much like the shifting sand. The singers come In various form The least of which is man. A doe's bleet is born
In a fatal lock of horns As in countless battles past. When the battle's done, There are none that have won Of the trio that has passed. Yet the eagle soars
For one he adores In a silhouette of golden wings. With a double wing dip And a looping back-flip, Watch the Golden Winger sing. If our past is not dead,
But is as said A mirror of days to come: Would ageless man - As the shifting sand - Dare have his song RE-sung? The battle scars
Are all of ours Yet - to that eternal hope we cling. Here I stand, For I am Man! 'Tis an old song I MUST re-sing!
Jerry A. Yeck 10/19/1975 ~I Never Know~I never know where I'll find her; She may come to me in the morning She may be there in my slumber; I never know where I'll find her; Jerry A. Yeck 4-15-2006 ~One For The Show~I did some for the money;
I did none for the show;
I did one to get ready
But had nowhere to go.
I've been to distant mountains
And cavorted in the view
Of God and his creations
No man could hope to do.
I've sailed the North Atlantic
In the wildest of my dreams;
And twice I've met my maker
While twice awakened by my screams.
I've performed to the masses
And in my visionings known acclaim
And felt the weight upon my shoulders
Of the heavy hand of fame.
I revelled in the kisses
That were showered over me
When I did them for the money
But could never see
That if you do one for the money
And don't do one for show,
When you think you're ready,
There'll be nowhere to go.
This one is not for money.
This one is for the show:
To show how much I love you
And need somewhere to go.
Jerry A. Yeck
9/16/1979
~Pappy's Moonshine~Well, I've travelled far and I've travelled wide,
But I'll always recall with a chest full of pride
My down-home roots there in Caroline
And dreams of sin and Pappy's moonshine.
I wonder sometimes if you e'er recall
Our night o' farewell in that long ago fall,
And if you do, do you ever pine
For the sinnin' we shared with Pappy's moonshine?
We said "goodbye" ... there in Caroline
As we shared a jug of Pappy's moonshine;
We vowed for sure ... we'd surely meet again
To share another jug ... and a bunch of sin.
I can see that kettle ... with its copper coil
I can smell that mash ... as I watch it boil;
And there's you & I ... 'neath a tall ol' pine
As we share in sin and Pappy's moonshine.
I'm headed back ... on the very next train.
Just coming on home ... to forever remain.
I've ached for you so and I know I'll find:
A cure for my pain ... and Pappy's moonshine.
You'll be there ... waitin' 'neath that ol' pine
For our nights of sin ... with Pappy's moonshine
Jerry A. Yeck
9-6-2000/10-22-2006 |
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