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That Old Time Americana, Vol 1

by Darren Sullivan

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Tempest in my way Trotted up to say May you go with the greats and hold out for decay. Got put through the rout And spoke like I had gout Fridged on the earth Hold onto the earth Standing on earth Tempered in my way Tempered and watered Tempered and watered Tempered and watered Tempered and watered She looked at me sideways She had to study Monet Pressured by her parents Desperate to horde the carrots Stomping up and stomping down Holding breath until she’s blue Spoiled brat with a Siamese cat Gonna tell on you Tempered and watered Tempered and watered Tempered and watered Tempered and watered If you want to If you want to Tempered and watered Every night were holding court Holding court Holding court Holding court Tempered and watered
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Needed to roundup Corralling the sheep Bet it on a lie That you never could keep Business in the way That you held your day Crimson sunset matters When you break. Gentle Ben would run around Crying tears for the caves he found Been in lumber lost in town Jealous tourists dumbfound Little boy claimed he owned a knife Making him dangerous with his life Fire alarms were set at noon Making us stare back at you No I don’t want another try(4) No I’m not like you You feather weight But I ‘ve been to school Guarded by gates Teflon in the sense That you know your match Looking for that itch that you never can scratch.
3.
Hold my touch Weigh my gleam Founders weep At the lack of spleen Gentle laugh Beneath the sea Drown the air deep within me Craving an ear Retelling the dream Laying out the tracks-of gold Broken fences weathered-and old Tire swings frozen- stuck in the snow Wind blows through the cracks of their bones Ride the Crow’s black eye Ride the Crow’s black eye Rode the paling sun Paler than the moon- in the dawn Explosions of fire growing higher Spoon fed by the liar Tragedies wait for the bastards who chafe Hanging from the wire Dark Dark Eyes Ride the Crow’s black eye Ride the Crow’s black eye Laying out the tracks-of gold Broken fences weathered-and old Tire swings frozen- stuck in the snow Wind blows through the cracks of their bones
4.
Down in the willow garden where me and my love did meet There we sat a-courting my love fell off to sleep I had a bottle of burgundy wine which my true love did not know And there I poisoned that dear little girl down by the banks below I drew my saber through her which was a bloody knife I threw her in the river which was an awful sight My father often told me that money would set me free If I would murder that dear little miss whose name was Rose Connelly Now he sits by his old cabin door a wiping his tear-brimmed eyes Mourning for his only son out on the scaffold high My race is run beneath the sun the devil is waiting for me For I did murder that dear little girl whose name was Rose Connelly
5.
I waved my hand at the sun I said goodbye my son And teetered on the edge of an elusive dream Pan’s flute made the head case Dynamic in all of its needs Breathing to the beat of repeating banjo Never know when to delete But you said you said You know that you said That you wrestled with the dead Came to see that nothing it seems was truly Meant for me to believe At the time I wanted to lay down by your side And to drink from the spirit of ages from a glass full of wine I walked down And I roamed through the sages Truly unbound And you held my hand Lightly stepping on the sand Navigating the channels changing the channels We were caught in a fire of bedlam and caught in a trap I was tossed and searched for the breakers to turn on the map I should have known you’d leave for dead like an old Sleestak. Johnny broke and went to tatters that Monday.
6.
They couldn’t wait anymore The leaves fell down in the fall He can’t deny that there was something to the way She made him shuffle in his place Settled down in his Dublin house Begged for pounds you know he begged for pounds And they danced all day into the night and saw bar maids remind them of cross eyed Bailey Fruitful proposition she asked the imposition Strolling to Limerick in the cold Seated on the train was the man who had the eye Cut her with the whiskey and the rye So he carried her down buried his cross Down the steps making one-in-a-million kind of bets
7.
You better ring in the cocktail hour You know it’s five o clock somewheres In between the taxing shuffle Better get your mind in gear In the past -you were told- that it was- a pretty big gamble And the Feds -with their PEDS -had it all- blanketed in shambles Wait- in the rain with frozen nostrils, Late, in the rain, trolling trouble And the space got even larger Between you and my mind I had the sense that that last condenser Had been blown away by time We had to keep that schedule schedule That conflicted with the crime We had to keep that schedule schedule That conflicted with the crime Wait- in the rain with frozen nostrils, In the past -you were told- that it was- a pretty big gamble And the Feds -with their PEDS -had it all- blanketed in shambles Wait- in the rain with frozen nostrils, Late, in the rain, trolling trouble
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Now You Know 05:46
9.
Playdate 03:30
Won’t you come and play with me My friend won’t you play with me I’ve been so lonely in this only Body I have come to value more than you need -for you and me timelessly Dancing in the dark I held your face up to my hand We were no longer friends It came to an end I held you longer than I say Hoping not to break away The friendship lost At such a cost Sometimes I think it’s too damn easy To ghost away the pain the way we Estrange today The way we hang today The way we communicate Seems too brief In a star It’s the day dream of playing with ray beams Falls away with the cloud Dancing all around in my heart In my heart Walked up to you with a guilty smile Hadn’t seen you in such a long while Swaying there back and forth Conversation got caught up In small things like the weather It was long gone I bowed to you Won’t you come and play with me My friend won’t you play with me I’ve been so lonely
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Have you ever stared at a train Crossing tracks within the panes Of windows decorated gold Waving bye as riders roll Down the tracks the work was done Daring friends to be the one To stand in front until the last Down the rails Bound to fail A round then jail With time erased I want to pace myself Greener pastures they did go Searching for their pot of gold Like Caesar’s hatred amassed as one Stands alone the rising son. Gentle lesson we consume Braggarts fall from grace is soon Way to live a little
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released March 31, 2020

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