Because it's summertime and the blog needs more Shooter Jennings.
Alone with the morning burning red
on the canvas in my head
Painting a picture of you
And me driving across country,
in a dusty old RV
Just the road and its majesty
And I'm looking at you with the world in the rear view
You were pretty as can be,
sitting in the front seat
Looking at me,
telling me you love me,
and your happy to be,
With me on the 4th of July
We sang Stranglehold
until the stereo Couldn't take no more of that rock n roll
So we put on a little George Jones and just sang along
Those white lines get drawn into the sun
if you aint got no one To keep you hanging on
And there you were
like a queen with your nightgown,
riding shotgun from town to town
Staking a claim on the world we found
And I'm singing to you,
your singing to me ,
you were out of the blue to a boy like me
You were pretty as can be,
sitting in the front seat
Looking at me, telling me you love me ,
and your happy to be,
With me on the 4th of July
We sang Stranglehold until the stereo
Couldn't take no more of that rock n roll
So we put on a little George Jones and just sang along
and im looking for you in the silence that we share
p.s. And because I love it and there's nothing better than singing along to the radio.
(Did I mention I love to sing?)
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Home of the Porchies, the Sluts, those afflicted with Smaw Poese, the lonely bitter Hags, the Homie Ho's, the ubiquitous and somewhat cantankerous Unicorn, and anyone else who feels like an outcast from time to time.
Weaver Girl said:
At our backs the castle door,
others feel free to ignore
this extension of extended metaphor
On the porch swings where we sit,
quick of tongue and fleet of wit
games and poems to submit
Open books in open hands,
poetry from other lands,
lyrics from our favorite bands
A telling word, a single note,
and meaning in a random quote:
significance of what we wrote
Different cultures and aesthetic,
for this we're not apologetic!
We are just beyond poetic!
Killers, X Files, Broken Bride
never are these words denied,
here they often all collide
from the early light of dawn,
as we used to, still wait on
the random poetry anons
Jack White, movies, TBS,
have you wisdom to profess?
Here, the answer's always "Yes"
Here we play, by words transfixed,
Haiku and pop culture mixed,
nothing broken, nothing fixed
Here is truth and here's creation
joy and horror, pain, elation,
in a story, small salvation
And here is laughter, here we're free
to be whatever we may be
and though others may disagree,
we greet the castle, greet its lord
and do so of our own accord
and shun the frothing, rabid horde
Be it known I'd so much rather
read my friends and all their "blather,"
on the porch here, where we gather.
others feel free to ignore
this extension of extended metaphor
On the porch swings where we sit,
quick of tongue and fleet of wit
games and poems to submit
Open books in open hands,
poetry from other lands,
lyrics from our favorite bands
A telling word, a single note,
and meaning in a random quote:
significance of what we wrote
Different cultures and aesthetic,
for this we're not apologetic!
We are just beyond poetic!
Killers, X Files, Broken Bride
never are these words denied,
here they often all collide
from the early light of dawn,
as we used to, still wait on
the random poetry anons
Jack White, movies, TBS,
have you wisdom to profess?
Here, the answer's always "Yes"
Here we play, by words transfixed,
Haiku and pop culture mixed,
nothing broken, nothing fixed
Here is truth and here's creation
joy and horror, pain, elation,
in a story, small salvation
And here is laughter, here we're free
to be whatever we may be
and though others may disagree,
we greet the castle, greet its lord
and do so of our own accord
and shun the frothing, rabid horde
Be it known I'd so much rather
read my friends and all their "blather,"
on the porch here, where we gather.
Go With The Flow
This River Is Wild
Leaves are falling down
On the beautiful ground
I heard a story from the man in red
He said the leaves are falling down
Such a beautiful sound so I think you
Son, I think you better go ahead
But you always hold your head up high
Cause it's a long, long, long way down
This town was meant for passing through
But it ain't nothing new
Now go and show them
That the world stayed round
But it's a long, long, long way down
You better run for the hills before they burn
Listen to the sound of the world
And watch it turn
I just want to show you what I know
And catch you when the current lets you go
Or should I just get along with myself
I never did get along with everybody else
I've been trying hard to do what's right
But you know I could stay here all night
And watch the clouds fall from the sky
This river is wild
This river is wild
The Killers
Leaves are falling down
On the beautiful ground
I heard a story from the man in red
He said the leaves are falling down
Such a beautiful sound so I think you
Son, I think you better go ahead
But you always hold your head up high
Cause it's a long, long, long way down
This town was meant for passing through
But it ain't nothing new
Now go and show them
That the world stayed round
But it's a long, long, long way down
You better run for the hills before they burn
Listen to the sound of the world
And watch it turn
I just want to show you what I know
And catch you when the current lets you go
Or should I just get along with myself
I never did get along with everybody else
I've been trying hard to do what's right
But you know I could stay here all night
And watch the clouds fall from the sky
This river is wild
This river is wild
The Killers
The Switch & The Spur
any poor souls
who trespass against us
Whether it be beast or man
Will suffer the bite
or be stung dead on sight
By those who inhabit this land
For theirs is the power
And this is their kingdom
as sure as the sun does burn
So enter this path
but heed these four words...
......you shall never return.
The Raconteurs
who trespass against us
Whether it be beast or man
Will suffer the bite
or be stung dead on sight
By those who inhabit this land
For theirs is the power
And this is their kingdom
as sure as the sun does burn
So enter this path
but heed these four words...
......you shall never return.
The Raconteurs
30 comments:
First!!
Whoop! Whoop!
*bows down*
WTF? Is that a DM ghost in the top spot? Kass? Is it really you?
WHOOOO-HOOOOOOO!
^_^
I ♥ Shooter Jennings! YAY!
And I'll have you all know that bugged me last night until I figured out what it was I was giving PPU to drape around him.
A red, white and blue, sparkly CAPE! Like Super-Duper-Patriotic-PPU!
*lets out a deep breath*
Finally. That shit like to have drove me crazy last night. O_o
Smoke,
I'm not sure I would have told that story.
Bwah!
I ♥ you, Suzanne Sugarbaker!
BWAH!
Sorry, Hello, yes it is me.
Happy Independence Day Treehouse-Dwellers!!
Have a Krispy Kreme Burger on me. Yummy!
And with that sentiment I head off into the wasteland of another unfulfilling weekend in which I will achieve absolutely nothing of any consequence...
Kass xx
Kass,
That was the funniest shit I've read in a long time. Have a great weekend. ^_^
hello porchies!
Happy 4th July!!
do you all get the day off?
kass you beat me hands fuckin down today!!
its already 17.34 here lovelies!!
hope you are all good?!
PPU,
Are having a nice 4th? Are you chilling with your other homie ho's and having a few beers?
Drink one for me!
Just one, though. I can't handle much more than that.
Once, I drank 3 beers in less than a half an hour. Don't know what I was trying to prove. But anyhow, it wasn't a very nice outcome. Sure I got drunk, but it was oh so much more than that.
Did I mention that hot dogs were involved?
Did I mention that it was probably the 4th of July when all that happened?
Oh the memories....
Bleh. That's gross.
Uh huh, I know.
I ♥ you anyway, Solly :)
Hey everyone!
Happy 4th of July porchies!
Hope you are all enjoying your Friday, and do take care during this holiday :)
Bye.
Hi & bye, KD :)
You guys have a great 4th.
Uh huh.
Thank you very much!
You is so funny, PPU. Do you like your cape? Do you? Is it sparkly enough fer ya? ^_^
PPU,
I ♥ you.
Duh, you already knew that though.
Have a safe and happy holiday!
PPU!!!!!!!!!!!
RW!!!!!!!!!!!
MUSTARDSSS!!!!!!!!
FIMBLE!!!!!!!
JULES!!!!!!!!!
MISST!!!!!!!!
LUCY!!!!!!!!!!!
JENN!!!!!!!!!!
SOLLY!!!!!!!!
WHERE IS ERRBODY ON THE PORCH!?!?!
You forgot FASC!!!
And I'm right here!
YES! AND FASC!!!!!!!!!!!
And PP!!!!!!!!!!
And SIS MIDNITE!!!!!
Star!
Yes! Damn, I knew I should never have started a list. I always forget somebody!
Whatchya reckon PPU is doin?
Ummm, I bet they are feeling pretty bad right now because they didn't come pick me up. >_<
I wanted to chill with their homies.
Damn it.
Bwah! I have no idea what PPU might be doing.
Smoke,
Did everyone else get sucked into a blogger black hole?
Why have we been left all alone in BlogBelieve?
She really did think he was posting things for and about her, didnt she?
She did think he was falling for her and the poetry was for her.
shakes head
Be there for her porchies. It was never about her. She was just a side of intellectual stimulation that he quickly bored of.
Talk to her. Tell her to stop trying to impress him. It won't work. He'll never want her.
5:55 is a psycho
And she is not interested in him. He doesn't sound like a person you want to impress.
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