DREAM CHILD DOWN IT GOES, THE HEADMAN'S GOLD, SO ROUND SO WHITE AND PURE. TO BRING A LIFE OF HAPPINESS, TO THE BEHOLDER I AM SURE. AND WHILE I WAIT, IMPATIENTLY, I THINK OF THE JOYS, THAT IT WILL BRING. AND HOW IT WILL MESS ME UP, IT'S AMAZING WHAT'S IN THAT STUFF. DON'T LET MAN OR ANIMAL, GET IN MY WAY. AND FURTHERMORE, I WANT TO STAY THIS WAY. I WON'T TOUCH GROUND AGAIN, I KNOW. OR FEEL THE PAIN THAT I HAVE KNOWN. TIME GOES ON AND WHEN IT STOPS I'LL NO LONGER CARE BECAUSE I'VE REACHED THE TOP. WHERE LIFE AND DEATH ARE VERY CLOSE, AND THAT IS WHERE I LIKE IT THE MOST. WHEN IT'S OVER, I'LL WANT TO GO AGAIN. BECAUSE YOU SEE, I'VE FOUND A FRIEND. A PERSON SO DEAR AND NEAR TO ME. NOT LIKE THE TERRIBLE ENEMY, THE GOOD WORLD CALLS REALITY. A BURDEN TO SAVE, THE PARENTS WILL SAY. TO KEEP THIS PERSON ALIVE THIS WAY. WITHOUT THOUGHTS OF OTHERS, THAT'S MY WAY. I CAN ONLY SAY, YOU MADE ME THIS WAY. FROM THE TIME OF MY BIRTH, YOU ASKED IF IT'S WORTH. THE AGONY AND THE PAIN? TO RAISE ME UP, TO YOUR STANDARDS SO TOUGH. BUT ALL I CAN SAY, IS YOU MADE ME THIS WAY. UNGRATEFUL SLOB, AND MISERABLE BLOB. OF USELESS DEPRIVED MIND AND SUCH. YOUR WORDS WILL RING AND THEN I'LL SING. TO DROWN OUT YOUR WORDS SO WRONG. OH~ SAY CAN YOU SEE, I'VE LEFT REALITY. SEE HOW BRIGHTLY THE LIGHTS CAN BE.
I am getting older, happily so. Lost in new technology that I at one time mastered. My biggest concern is, that, I can enjoy , music of my youth , today as I did yesterday. What music are my grandchildren going to cherish when they reach my age. I assure you ( rap my ass) and (bitches and whores) (kill the white man) and any of Miley's songs will NOT survive the test of time..What music will they hear that will bring back a memory of old? NONE of to-days music..and that saddens me greatly as it should you..
My very best of friends had called me about the loss of a child after her sickness. I was writing a poem at the time of the phone call. All I did was change the name. Spooky but true.
I heard of the passing of my oldest brother, Frank, in Las Vegas, and the song wrote itself. The best of brothers you could have asked for, 18 months later my second oldest brother, Jerry, passed. The best brother you could ask for.
While napping one summer afternoon, a thunderstorm came up and one big-ass clap of thunder raddled my front door and I wrote the song in my head as I woke up.
You all have been in bathrooms with match-sets of pretty towels hanging , and were afraid to wipe your hands on them..Hence the song