It’s raining as I stare out
at the five lane…
flipping my cigarette
I walk back into
solitary confinement
just in time to hear “Down In A Hole”
and I pick up my pen
to tell some more lies
about how fine life is
you know…all about
that brass ring I grabbed
all the while ignoring
the white knuckle grasp
I have on sanity
Have I done anything at all?
Did I move them?
Really groove ‘em
Leave them anything they could quote?
“If I wrote a song you could sing to your children,
will you remember my name…remember it then?”
“I knew I could make those people dance…”
we were there once upon a twilight evening,
blessed just to be alive…
If I could sing it to you,”
would it make a difference?
I could write a happy poem and
that would not change
the truth
of the stars
hiding
behind the clouds
nor the fact that we’ll all be
hidden away some day
by the men who wait right over the ridge
to put us in the warm earth
regardless of whether we changed the world
or just ripped it off
no matter how we
lived or died
this ends
There were two white gold rings
bought at Service Merchandise
in 1989
one lies under a hillside
beside a church in Inskip
the other
got too tight
quite a ways too tight…
I had to hide it away
what I never did with my love
but I am not sure that I ever learned
how to show it very well
When the time is done
and it is time to reflect
What did you add here?
Could you point it out to all?
or would you even need to
My life lives
in words
on a page
There’s a void between
what is and should be
but from all
the sources do
I rely
music owns my soul
I can’t hide it
I write because I can’t sing
I voice with my pen
because you can’t hear me
I’ve heard the debate
about how many muscles it takes to smile, but
that only matters to those
that have them all
It’s stopped raining now
and Jim Croce sings
“I Got A Name”
perfect
I walk outside for another smoke
and peer in vain
for the stars
Mike Carson
11-25-2008
Saturday, August 1, 2009
Friday, May 29, 2009
Life On Monday Night
It was Howard Cosell that told me
John Lennon was dead,
during the course of one of our
regular Monday Night sessions and
both of us wept at the senselessness
of such an act.
Even my father, my regular Monday Night session mate
from the beginning in 1970,
was moved. This was the same man who had sat in his chair
and scoffed in 1964 as his hormonal 12 year old daughters
and his amused 6 year old son
watched Ed Sullivan introduce The Beatles
to an adoring American audience, who in later years
admitted that yes, they were pretty good, and who was in fact
the same man who watched
Ronald Reagan explain American football to John
in the booth with Frank and Howard and Dandy Don
on Monday Night in 1973,
again during one of our regularly scheduled sessions.
Our lives didn’t revolve around football,
but it was our good common ground and Monday Night
became the pinnacle of the ritual.
It came pre-loaded with the best games
and biggest names,
a prime time jewel.
It was Monday Night that got us
a second color TV for mom’s bedroom.
Monday Night was the prime time
for father and son to bond. We didn’t miss
much of the first six years and when I returned home from the Navy,
we eased back into it whenever possible.
I did, however, take Monday Night to a higher level
while in San Diego, an NFL city
with a hot team in the late ‘70s.
National City had a bar where you could:
play Asteroids, drink beer and watch girls strip or
shoot pool, drink beer and watch girls strip or
watch the game on a big screen projected TV
(very rare in 1978), drink beer and watch girls strip or
go out back and supplement your beer drinking
with something a little stronger and then come in
and watch girls strip.
We went there for the big TV screen, of course.
On Monday Night, in California, the party started early and
finished late, but while in California I
didn’t have a car and
never drove anywhere.
I bought Big Blue from a friend of dad’s,
she was a 1973 Chevy Impala
and built like a tank, but much faster.
Big Blue and I set the world on fire
for five years until December 1st, 1986,
the Monday Night we both
went down in flames.
I worked and went to school with David,
he was from New Jersey and
his main claim to fame was
having his collarbone broken by Bill Bates.
Bill (not Bates, he played for Dallas)
hung with us frequently,
he had tried out for the Kansas City Royals and
was studying sports broadcasting.
Most of our activities were
sports and beer related;
we formed a city league softball team,
we went to UT football and basketball games,
played Sports Illustrated dice baseball,
and just basically got together
when we could.
The Giants were playing the 49’ers.
The Giants were on a roll and in fact,
won it all that year. They had Phil Simms and
Lawrence Taylor. The 49’ers had Joe and Jerry,
no last names needed.
This was a big Monday Night session,
this required a big screen.
Not as rare in 1986, Mr. Gaddi’s
had a big screen,
pizza and
pitchers of beer and
a party on Monday Night.
It was a good close game
up until Mark Bravo dragged
7 would be tacklers 20 yards down the field
on a simple play down the middle.
There was no stopping the Giant train then.
Mr. Gaddi’s closed up at eleven, but
the game played on.
Roger’s Place was two blocks away and
had a TV and pitchers of beer,
the train was back on track.
Roger’s Place closed at midnight and
the Giants won the game, but the train
was still rolling…
this was a mistake that found a place to happen.
Doodle’s shared the parking lot
with Roger’s Place.
Doodle’s was a full bar where
one could get lucky or
very unlucky.
It looked good to us at 12 am,
what could go wrong?
Two for one from 12 to 2?
Tequila sunrises, two at a time,
“This train is bound for glory, this train…”
Two hours of
heavy flirting and
laughing and
crying and
drunk dialing ex-girlfriends
(we used quarters back then) later and
it was 2 am,
time for the train to pull in to the station.
We said our good byes
and all headed for
the back roads to home.
I bet you are thinking you
know how this ends, but there
were no blue flashing lights or
great tragedy.
The moral perhaps as subtle
as a sledgehammer, but
this is actually a mystery,
one I have tried to unravel
for the last 23 years.
I made it safe and sound
back to my subdivision
and had only to maneuver 4 blocks
to arrive safe at home.
At the top of the hill
the road went straight down,
perhaps 4 football fields in length,
ending in a hard left
before an abrupt dead end
and after a gentle left at the bottom of the hill.
My Jenson speakers were blaring
“Highway To Hell” and
I floored it and
never let go and
never came close
to making even the gentle left turn,
driving straight through some rose bushes,
a mailbox,
a beautifully manicured lawn of
Kentucky Bluegrass
and being stopped only
by a fire hydrant.
In Hollywood they gush 20 feet,
in real life they bubble up
some water that wouldn’t
put out a campfire.
In Hollywood they take you off to jail and
madcap adventure ensues,
my night in jail was rather sobering
and boring.
I was three months away
from graduation and applying
for jobs in transportation.
I got off easy, but that was delusion.
The only job I got was managing
a gas station.
I lost my chance to make sure
the trains were running on time
in the blink of eye and
the inexplicable
press of a foot
on Monday Night or
early Tuesday morning,
if you prefer.
Big Blue was never the same again,
neither was Monday Night and
truthfully,
that was the night
the party ended.
Mike Carson
5-27-2009
John Lennon was dead,
during the course of one of our
regular Monday Night sessions and
both of us wept at the senselessness
of such an act.
Even my father, my regular Monday Night session mate
from the beginning in 1970,
was moved. This was the same man who had sat in his chair
and scoffed in 1964 as his hormonal 12 year old daughters
and his amused 6 year old son
watched Ed Sullivan introduce The Beatles
to an adoring American audience, who in later years
admitted that yes, they were pretty good, and who was in fact
the same man who watched
Ronald Reagan explain American football to John
in the booth with Frank and Howard and Dandy Don
on Monday Night in 1973,
again during one of our regularly scheduled sessions.
Our lives didn’t revolve around football,
but it was our good common ground and Monday Night
became the pinnacle of the ritual.
It came pre-loaded with the best games
and biggest names,
a prime time jewel.
It was Monday Night that got us
a second color TV for mom’s bedroom.
Monday Night was the prime time
for father and son to bond. We didn’t miss
much of the first six years and when I returned home from the Navy,
we eased back into it whenever possible.
I did, however, take Monday Night to a higher level
while in San Diego, an NFL city
with a hot team in the late ‘70s.
National City had a bar where you could:
play Asteroids, drink beer and watch girls strip or
shoot pool, drink beer and watch girls strip or
watch the game on a big screen projected TV
(very rare in 1978), drink beer and watch girls strip or
go out back and supplement your beer drinking
with something a little stronger and then come in
and watch girls strip.
We went there for the big TV screen, of course.
On Monday Night, in California, the party started early and
finished late, but while in California I
didn’t have a car and
never drove anywhere.
I bought Big Blue from a friend of dad’s,
she was a 1973 Chevy Impala
and built like a tank, but much faster.
Big Blue and I set the world on fire
for five years until December 1st, 1986,
the Monday Night we both
went down in flames.
I worked and went to school with David,
he was from New Jersey and
his main claim to fame was
having his collarbone broken by Bill Bates.
Bill (not Bates, he played for Dallas)
hung with us frequently,
he had tried out for the Kansas City Royals and
was studying sports broadcasting.
Most of our activities were
sports and beer related;
we formed a city league softball team,
we went to UT football and basketball games,
played Sports Illustrated dice baseball,
and just basically got together
when we could.
The Giants were playing the 49’ers.
The Giants were on a roll and in fact,
won it all that year. They had Phil Simms and
Lawrence Taylor. The 49’ers had Joe and Jerry,
no last names needed.
This was a big Monday Night session,
this required a big screen.
Not as rare in 1986, Mr. Gaddi’s
had a big screen,
pizza and
pitchers of beer and
a party on Monday Night.
It was a good close game
up until Mark Bravo dragged
7 would be tacklers 20 yards down the field
on a simple play down the middle.
There was no stopping the Giant train then.
Mr. Gaddi’s closed up at eleven, but
the game played on.
Roger’s Place was two blocks away and
had a TV and pitchers of beer,
the train was back on track.
Roger’s Place closed at midnight and
the Giants won the game, but the train
was still rolling…
this was a mistake that found a place to happen.
Doodle’s shared the parking lot
with Roger’s Place.
Doodle’s was a full bar where
one could get lucky or
very unlucky.
It looked good to us at 12 am,
what could go wrong?
Two for one from 12 to 2?
Tequila sunrises, two at a time,
“This train is bound for glory, this train…”
Two hours of
heavy flirting and
laughing and
crying and
drunk dialing ex-girlfriends
(we used quarters back then) later and
it was 2 am,
time for the train to pull in to the station.
We said our good byes
and all headed for
the back roads to home.
I bet you are thinking you
know how this ends, but there
were no blue flashing lights or
great tragedy.
The moral perhaps as subtle
as a sledgehammer, but
this is actually a mystery,
one I have tried to unravel
for the last 23 years.
I made it safe and sound
back to my subdivision
and had only to maneuver 4 blocks
to arrive safe at home.
At the top of the hill
the road went straight down,
perhaps 4 football fields in length,
ending in a hard left
before an abrupt dead end
and after a gentle left at the bottom of the hill.
My Jenson speakers were blaring
“Highway To Hell” and
I floored it and
never let go and
never came close
to making even the gentle left turn,
driving straight through some rose bushes,
a mailbox,
a beautifully manicured lawn of
Kentucky Bluegrass
and being stopped only
by a fire hydrant.
In Hollywood they gush 20 feet,
in real life they bubble up
some water that wouldn’t
put out a campfire.
In Hollywood they take you off to jail and
madcap adventure ensues,
my night in jail was rather sobering
and boring.
I was three months away
from graduation and applying
for jobs in transportation.
I got off easy, but that was delusion.
The only job I got was managing
a gas station.
I lost my chance to make sure
the trains were running on time
in the blink of eye and
the inexplicable
press of a foot
on Monday Night or
early Tuesday morning,
if you prefer.
Big Blue was never the same again,
neither was Monday Night and
truthfully,
that was the night
the party ended.
Mike Carson
5-27-2009
Tuesday, April 28, 2009
Everthing Fades Away
So sad when
it just whithers away.
Nothing makes sense
anymore...the rational
left wondering why
must sorrow rule.
Feeling blue, for a friend,
I go up the 14 stairs in pain
just to move again and
wash the dishes.
I turn on Page and Plant,
"When The World Was Young..." indeed.
Feeling like lighting a candle
for us all,
I walk into my daughter's room
in search of fire;
finding instead,
two identical packs of colored pens,
identical to the two I got
in my Christmas stocking
two years ago.
She will never use them,
she will, in fact,
die with them unopened
somewhere down the road.
I've been using mine,
one of each color
sit by my chair;
someday they will run dry
and whither.
I guess it is up to me
to give them purpose.
Mike Carson
4-28-2009
it just whithers away.
Nothing makes sense
anymore...the rational
left wondering why
must sorrow rule.
Feeling blue, for a friend,
I go up the 14 stairs in pain
just to move again and
wash the dishes.
I turn on Page and Plant,
"When The World Was Young..." indeed.
Feeling like lighting a candle
for us all,
I walk into my daughter's room
in search of fire;
finding instead,
two identical packs of colored pens,
identical to the two I got
in my Christmas stocking
two years ago.
She will never use them,
she will, in fact,
die with them unopened
somewhere down the road.
I've been using mine,
one of each color
sit by my chair;
someday they will run dry
and whither.
I guess it is up to me
to give them purpose.
Mike Carson
4-28-2009
Wednesday, November 19, 2008
Forever Yellow Rose
Rose crush, the velvet underlining
Of a moon lit night
Cold hope left behind
Long after all the tears
Are shed
Yellow blues, constant longing
For warmth wrapped
In white gold rings
Both in their boxes
Hidden away
Forever known now,
Betrayed by
The sad eyes
That peer in vain
Mike Carson
9-17-2008
Of a moon lit night
Cold hope left behind
Long after all the tears
Are shed
Yellow blues, constant longing
For warmth wrapped
In white gold rings
Both in their boxes
Hidden away
Forever known now,
Betrayed by
The sad eyes
That peer in vain
Mike Carson
9-17-2008
Monday, September 15, 2008
I Know About Life
I've been writing a lot about love
recently
love lost forever
love found, but still in the air
but what do I know about love?
I know about death...
it comes quickly
like a typhoon in the East China Sea
it is upon you before you know it
and leaves no where to turn
or it creeps up slowly
and stares you in the the eye
for many moons
I know about life...
so much I know about life now
as I round the bend and
head for the home stretch
it is whole and completely
who you are,
the life you lead
the wake you leave behind you
in the world
the sum of which will be
your days
I know this thing called love
is boundless
we love because we live
and we live instead of dying
I do believe that
she knew more than I
and I know that
I loved her 'til death
and beyond
just as I ever
loved the sea
Mike Carson
8-23-2008
recently
love lost forever
love found, but still in the air
but what do I know about love?
I know about death...
it comes quickly
like a typhoon in the East China Sea
it is upon you before you know it
and leaves no where to turn
or it creeps up slowly
and stares you in the the eye
for many moons
I know about life...
so much I know about life now
as I round the bend and
head for the home stretch
it is whole and completely
who you are,
the life you lead
the wake you leave behind you
in the world
the sum of which will be
your days
I know this thing called love
is boundless
we love because we live
and we live instead of dying
I do believe that
she knew more than I
and I know that
I loved her 'til death
and beyond
just as I ever
loved the sea
Mike Carson
8-23-2008
Wednesday, August 27, 2008
Death On The Forrestal (Prelude To Darkness)
Kooney bird had the key
There is power in the key
Power on a ship with 5,000 men
Can't be overstated
Nor underestimated
I was glad to be friends with Kooney
As well as Bobby Mac Walker
But I can't remember all the names
So we will have dudes
Dudes with numbers
1 through 5,000
We were all numbers anyway
Trapped in a prison of our own making
Did I tell this story before?
Does anybody care?
This is written for MySpace,
But this is a story about our space
A time of glory
A time of youth's unbounded search
Searching for life
Within the confines of death
Running from the shadows
And the ghosts
Few will read
It will be too long
No trip of this magnitude
Can be done on a page
Like a good mind fuck film
We shall have flashbacks within flashbacks
And images will converge upon themselves
And by time we are through
You will be nearly as lost as I was
Shall we begin…or have we already
Learned it in boot camp
During fire fighting week
It is used in the movie
The real deal, not made in Hollywood
Shot on location
The flight deck of the U.S.S. Forrestal
In the Gulf of Tonkin
Mr. McCain was there
I just saw the movie
Slightly ahead of getting my orders
The movie gets your attention
The movie puts in all in perspective
The movie is a total mind fuck
Just like the Navy
Mr. Neal was right
Oh so right
Bend over boys, here it comes
Did I tell you Bobby Mac was a drug dealer?
They caught him and gave him a choice…
Jail or join the Navy
There was a lot of that going on…
I was an altar boy
A boy scout
A suburban street punk
A member of the ROTC and drill team
I was anything anyone wanted me to be
I was gung ho and selected for OCS
But I choice my own path
And got rewarded accordingly
It was "The Five Year Long Cocktail Party"
Or something to that effect
I always wanted a piece of that
And it was my time
And Kooney had the key
But it was dude 1 and dude 2
That Bobby Mac moved into the house on the beach with
Dude 1 was street smart…Detroit City
Bobby Mac was laid back Dallas cool
Dude 2 was New York smart
And Kooney Bird was Philly tough
I was small town suburbia
Southern rebel without a clue
But a sponge waiting to soak up the knowledge
Not all education comes from books
I read another book once "Snowblind"
The coming eight months were like those books
Only without Yoko or the money
I didn't live in the house…just partied there
Among other places
Somewhere along the way
I went from puppet to puppet master
From hayseed to a dealer of schedule A drugs
I was the man who knew Sid
And a whole bunch of other dudes
But first I was the boy who had never bonged before
Never read R. Crumb
Or High Times
Dudes 3 through 7 hung out there from time to time
Dudes 8 through 10 lived up the beach
And 11 and 12 lived up the road
Fuck the numbers
No one is going to read this anyway
Did I mention we were in Ocean City
A poor man's beach
Down the way from Virginia Beach
Quite a ways from The Portsmouth Naval Shipyard
And its concrete prison
I met a dude on a detail
He was a member of one of the gangs
Yes there were gangs
They say he fell overboard
But I know he was pushed
It was payback for the one he killed
Lay down your sword
Or be ready to die by it
8 was a freak over the band Kansas
Played them loud and constantly
And hung on every word
After 5 hits of very good acid
Anything can sound profound
Acid and beer go together well
Weed goes with anything but Angel Dust
Mad Dog is for when everything dries up
You can go awol without going anywhere
You can go back to the streets of Detroit
And hide forever
You can drop so much acid
That you just fade away
You can get strung out on heroin
And lose it all
You can climb on top of a train
And smoke under the stars
You can climb up near the top of the mast
And fly so high
You can forget that the ocean will eat you
You can run with the big dogs
But you can't hide
I knew some cats…ok, dudes
That lived in Virginia Beach
High class
Dude worked in one of the bars
And thought he could hide in plain sight
Deep fried brain cells
Sizzle, sizzle
Mark Roberts went awol and they never knew it
His name was lost off of the duty roster
So he just quit coming
Did I mention the asbestos?
Tons of it…that's why we were there
The yardbirds had refused to touch it
But we had little choice
I later joined a group that was trying to unionize the military
A gesture as futile and empty and doomed to failure
As NORML…whose pen I wore on my uniform
I knew a dude who subscribed to a Soviet magazine
Just to piss them off
I know the ends and outs of how to paint steel
How to lay tile when you are flying on reds
How to climb a fifty foot ladder after smoking Angel Dust
Privacy is hard to come by on an aircraft carrier
But Kooney had the key to the music room
In it was everything you needed for a rock band
I played drums, Kooney and another dude played guitar
We sounded like shit, but no one heard
We were in our space
And we were stoned
We ruled and we rocked our space
Kooney had another key
The key to outer space
He got me 50 hits of acid
I was on my way
But damn I loved the merchandise
Then there was that whole virgin thing
I think they were more freaked out about it than I was
I just knew that there was something else out there I was missing
The girls hung out at the house
Not because we were studly
It was the drugs
But deals can always be worked out
She was 16 and I was eighteen
And we were both from Knoxville
But I still believed
In what I was sold
Love is the answer
Yes I said love
I chose not to deal in transient love
So I carried the burden a little further down the road
And ignored the snide remarks
Down the road…always down the road
There was that day Bobby Mac crossed the yellow line
Down the road…
That changed everything
Facing death in the pursuit of life and happiness
Makes everything crystal clear
What were we after and where does it end?
We were speeding towards oblivion
And didn't really care
That's the line you cross
Without even knowing it
And the road back is so very long
McDonald's is a dangerous place after 5 hits of acid
That damn clown and his colors
The ocean is a dangerous place after 5 hits of acid
A window in Chicago is a dangerous place to be
While coming down off of 40 hits of speed
Coming down is never safe
We tried it as little as possible
When the doors open wide
It is a beautiful thing
Until they slam shut
There’s no way to tell it all, is there
You got to live it and hope you don't die it
Or not really care one way or the other
I was just along for the ride
It was now or never
And the time was right
And now gone forever
Mike Carson
7-26-2008
There is power in the key
Power on a ship with 5,000 men
Can't be overstated
Nor underestimated
I was glad to be friends with Kooney
As well as Bobby Mac Walker
But I can't remember all the names
So we will have dudes
Dudes with numbers
1 through 5,000
We were all numbers anyway
Trapped in a prison of our own making
Did I tell this story before?
Does anybody care?
This is written for MySpace,
But this is a story about our space
A time of glory
A time of youth's unbounded search
Searching for life
Within the confines of death
Running from the shadows
And the ghosts
Few will read
It will be too long
No trip of this magnitude
Can be done on a page
Like a good mind fuck film
We shall have flashbacks within flashbacks
And images will converge upon themselves
And by time we are through
You will be nearly as lost as I was
Shall we begin…or have we already
Was it you that said,
How long, how long
How long to the Point of Know Return
~Kansas~
ConflagrationHow long, how long
How long to the Point of Know Return
~Kansas~
Learned it in boot camp
During fire fighting week
It is used in the movie
The real deal, not made in Hollywood
Shot on location
The flight deck of the U.S.S. Forrestal
In the Gulf of Tonkin
Mr. McCain was there
I just saw the movie
Slightly ahead of getting my orders
The movie gets your attention
The movie puts in all in perspective
The movie is a total mind fuck
Just like the Navy
Mr. Neal was right
Oh so right
Bend over boys, here it comes
Did I tell you Bobby Mac was a drug dealer?
They caught him and gave him a choice…
Jail or join the Navy
There was a lot of that going on…
I was an altar boy
A boy scout
A suburban street punk
A member of the ROTC and drill team
I was anything anyone wanted me to be
I was gung ho and selected for OCS
But I choice my own path
And got rewarded accordingly
Dream on…dream until your dream comes true…
~Aerosmith~
I read a book once about The Beatles~Aerosmith~
It was "The Five Year Long Cocktail Party"
Or something to that effect
I always wanted a piece of that
And it was my time
And Kooney had the key
But it was dude 1 and dude 2
That Bobby Mac moved into the house on the beach with
Dude 1 was street smart…Detroit City
Bobby Mac was laid back Dallas cool
Dude 2 was New York smart
And Kooney Bird was Philly tough
I was small town suburbia
Southern rebel without a clue
But a sponge waiting to soak up the knowledge
Not all education comes from books
I read another book once "Snowblind"
The coming eight months were like those books
Only without Yoko or the money
I didn't live in the house…just partied there
Among other places
Somewhere along the way
I went from puppet to puppet master
From hayseed to a dealer of schedule A drugs
I was the man who knew Sid
And a whole bunch of other dudes
But first I was the boy who had never bonged before
Never read R. Crumb
Or High Times
Dudes 3 through 7 hung out there from time to time
Dudes 8 through 10 lived up the beach
And 11 and 12 lived up the road
Fuck the numbers
No one is going to read this anyway
Did I mention we were in Ocean City
A poor man's beach
Down the way from Virginia Beach
Quite a ways from The Portsmouth Naval Shipyard
And its concrete prison
I met a dude on a detail
He was a member of one of the gangs
Yes there were gangs
They say he fell overboard
But I know he was pushed
It was payback for the one he killed
Lay down your sword
Or be ready to die by it
8 was a freak over the band Kansas
Played them loud and constantly
And hung on every word
After 5 hits of very good acid
Anything can sound profound
Acid and beer go together well
Weed goes with anything but Angel Dust
Mad Dog is for when everything dries up
You can go awol without going anywhere
You can go back to the streets of Detroit
And hide forever
You can drop so much acid
That you just fade away
You can get strung out on heroin
And lose it all
You can climb on top of a train
And smoke under the stars
You can climb up near the top of the mast
And fly so high
You can forget that the ocean will eat you
You can run with the big dogs
But you can't hide
I knew some cats…ok, dudes
That lived in Virginia Beach
High class
Dude worked in one of the bars
And thought he could hide in plain sight
Deep fried brain cells
Sizzle, sizzle
Mark Roberts went awol and they never knew it
His name was lost off of the duty roster
So he just quit coming
Sounds of laughter shades of life
are ringing through my open ears
exciting and inviting me
Limitless undying love which
shines around me like a million suns
It calls me on and on across the universe
Jai guru deva om
Nothing's gonna change my world
Nothing's gonna change my world
Nothing's gonna change my world
Nothing's gonna change my world
Jai guru deva
Jai guru deva
~John Lennon~
are ringing through my open ears
exciting and inviting me
Limitless undying love which
shines around me like a million suns
It calls me on and on across the universe
Jai guru deva om
Nothing's gonna change my world
Nothing's gonna change my world
Nothing's gonna change my world
Nothing's gonna change my world
Jai guru deva
Jai guru deva
~John Lennon~
Did I mention the asbestos?
Tons of it…that's why we were there
The yardbirds had refused to touch it
But we had little choice
I later joined a group that was trying to unionize the military
A gesture as futile and empty and doomed to failure
As NORML…whose pen I wore on my uniform
I knew a dude who subscribed to a Soviet magazine
Just to piss them off
I know the ends and outs of how to paint steel
How to lay tile when you are flying on reds
How to climb a fifty foot ladder after smoking Angel Dust
Privacy is hard to come by on an aircraft carrier
But Kooney had the key to the music room
In it was everything you needed for a rock band
I played drums, Kooney and another dude played guitar
We sounded like shit, but no one heard
We were in our space
And we were stoned
We ruled and we rocked our space
Kooney had another key
The key to outer space
He got me 50 hits of acid
I was on my way
But damn I loved the merchandise
I met a girl who sang the blues and asked her for some happy news…but she just smiled and turned away.
~Don McLain~
Then there was that whole virgin thing
I think they were more freaked out about it than I was
I just knew that there was something else out there I was missing
The girls hung out at the house
Not because we were studly
It was the drugs
But deals can always be worked out
She was 16 and I was eighteen
And we were both from Knoxville
But I still believed
In what I was sold
Love is the answer
Yes I said love
I chose not to deal in transient love
So I carried the burden a little further down the road
And ignored the snide remarks
Down the road…always down the road
There was that day Bobby Mac crossed the yellow line
Down the road…
That changed everything
Facing death in the pursuit of life and happiness
Makes everything crystal clear
What were we after and where does it end?
We were speeding towards oblivion
And didn't really care
That's the line you cross
Without even knowing it
And the road back is so very long
No stop signs
Speed limit
Nobody's gonna slow me down
Like a wheel
Gonna spin it
Nobody's gonna mess me 'round
Hey Satan
Payin' my dues
Playin' in a rockin' band
Hey momma
Look at me
I'm on my way to the Promised Land, woh
I'm on the highway to hell
Highway to hell
I'm on the highway to hell
Highway to hell
~AC/DC~
Speed limit
Nobody's gonna slow me down
Like a wheel
Gonna spin it
Nobody's gonna mess me 'round
Hey Satan
Payin' my dues
Playin' in a rockin' band
Hey momma
Look at me
I'm on my way to the Promised Land, woh
I'm on the highway to hell
Highway to hell
I'm on the highway to hell
Highway to hell
~AC/DC~
McDonald's is a dangerous place after 5 hits of acid
That damn clown and his colors
The ocean is a dangerous place after 5 hits of acid
A window in Chicago is a dangerous place to be
While coming down off of 40 hits of speed
Coming down is never safe
We tried it as little as possible
When the doors open wide
It is a beautiful thing
Until they slam shut
There’s no way to tell it all, is there
You got to live it and hope you don't die it
Or not really care one way or the other
I was just along for the ride
It was now or never
And the time was right
And now gone forever
'Cause I've had my share of broken dreams
And more than a couple of falls
And in chasin' what I thought were moonbeams
I have run into a couple of walls
But in looking back at the faces I've been
I would sure be the first one to say
When I look at myself today
Wouldn'ta done it any other way
~Jim Croce~
And more than a couple of falls
And in chasin' what I thought were moonbeams
I have run into a couple of walls
But in looking back at the faces I've been
I would sure be the first one to say
When I look at myself today
Wouldn'ta done it any other way
~Jim Croce~
Mike Carson
7-26-2008
Saturday, May 24, 2008
The Time To Love Has Come And Gone Awry
The time to love has come and gone awry
The lonely footsteps in the sand remain
Connecting all the days that passed us by
The laughter of the wind is near with sigh
Did you ever feel the world was insane?
The time to love has come and gone awry
Approaching closer to the bridge of why
Our ugly deeds are our curse to retain
Connecting all the days that passed us by
It is too late to shed a fear and cry
All is loss what you always thought was gain
The time to love has come and gone awry
Is it a sin to fail to even try?
And sacrifice your life to hide the pain
Connecting all the days that passed us by
Is not loving just another way to die?
Life’s out walking in a warm July rain
The time to love has come and gone awry
Connecting all the days that passed us by
Mike Carson
5-22-2008
The lonely footsteps in the sand remain
Connecting all the days that passed us by
The laughter of the wind is near with sigh
Did you ever feel the world was insane?
The time to love has come and gone awry
Approaching closer to the bridge of why
Our ugly deeds are our curse to retain
Connecting all the days that passed us by
It is too late to shed a fear and cry
All is loss what you always thought was gain
The time to love has come and gone awry
Is it a sin to fail to even try?
And sacrifice your life to hide the pain
Connecting all the days that passed us by
Is not loving just another way to die?
Life’s out walking in a warm July rain
The time to love has come and gone awry
Connecting all the days that passed us by
Mike Carson
5-22-2008
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