As any good poem will do, I was moved to another place. Taken back to a day long ago when I was twelve, no maybe eleven, and had spent a good portion of the afternoon alone foraging around in the yard. Aside from some awkward social issues, I was content (even the social issues contented me because it gave me the excuse to be alone). So that particular day, standing in my yard, breathing in the warm fresh air of spring, I recall being rained upon by helicopters. I collected them all in a box, or perhaps it was a bucket, and climbed my favorite tree as high as I could and re-released them to the ground. It was my intention to allow them a second flight, to once again be aloft.
It is amazing how similar we are, humans. Inhale (I’m), exhale (here). At the very core we exist, our attempts to make our lives enjoyable or in some instances passable should be worthy. Take it in, the amazing, the simple, the meaningful and give it away, just the same.
As I have said (and as some have speculated) I am privileged to have a few places to spout off (last count...Three, “oh lucky me.”). Of course, some of my words were never intended to be read by anyone other than the one I wrote them for and in some cases no one at all. These places have never intersected, until now. I have been reminded to rip myself open. So, I have gathered up these words for a second flight.
Her fingers weave through my hair
And her breath is a reminder (that I breathe)
In and out, slow and almost silent
I'm
It is amazing how similar we are, humans. Inhale (I’m), exhale (here). At the very core we exist, our attempts to make our lives enjoyable or in some instances passable should be worthy. Take it in, the amazing, the simple, the meaningful and give it away, just the same.
As I have said (and as some have speculated) I am privileged to have a few places to spout off (last count...Three, “oh lucky me.”). Of course, some of my words were never intended to be read by anyone other than the one I wrote them for and in some cases no one at all. These places have never intersected, until now. I have been reminded to rip myself open. So, I have gathered up these words for a second flight.
Her fingers weave through my hair
And her breath is a reminder (that I breathe)
In and out, slow and almost silent
I'm
h e r e
I'm
h e r e
I'm
h e r e
Her evening promise
brings me rest.
When I wake, whenever that may be
I can tell her anything
and she believes
And I understand
the weight of trust.
She begs me for more,
more anything, more everything
and I oblige, within reason
I can give endlessly
and she will return the favor.
She is at once present
and future entwined
For years in the making
and each moment a step
closer to letting go.
p.s. but once I am dead, Dis.
The written word, in any form, is a powerful gift. But, it can also destroy.
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«Oldest ‹Older 4801 – 5000 of 7161 Newer› Newest»hi little sister boss!!
Perhaps it's best then not to tempt yourself, A.
You could try the Wal-Mart if you're feeling courageous. Didn't he say that was one of MCR's fave places to hit while on tour? Can't say that I understand it myself, but to each their own.
Hello everyone
Hello watchful sister boss. Keep an eye on her, she's trouble
Hi, Elena :D How's things?
LOL @ Walmart!
That, in this city, would be suicide. I'm sure you probably have a Walmart in Toronto that EVERYONE goes to. I live closest to that one and it is a NIGHTMARE.
I do have to go to the grocery store though, so I have to leave the house sometime.
What's your downtown dilemma RW?
-A
I live two blocks from a WalMart, A, but I rarely ever venture over there. Four years as a WM employee left me scarred for life!
My dilemma re: going to town is that I have stuff to do there, but I'm not sure if I can be bothered to get up off my lazy bottom now that it is comfortably sat in front of the computer. I think I'll put of shopping until tomorrow.
I hear that RW!
Boyfriend's going to be out of town for a whole week! I think i'll be spending a lot of time wandering because it'll be too quiet at home.
-A
hi elena!!
gotta go guys sorry!!
have a lovely rest of day/ evening!!
mayo and SS *hugs* as always!!
(its weird cos i do not hug or kiss people much in general...other than my kids and mr bloke if he is being nice!!) but i seem to find it very easy to *hug* all of you!!
however i am one of those weird tactile people though, that when i talk to people i touch their arm or if we are sat down their knee?? not continuously of course!! or i pat them on the back or something!! strange i know!!
right i am gone!
love to you all!
Bye for now, FASC :) Have a good night!
Bye FASC!
-A
Question, A:
If you did go downtown and you did happen to see G-Way, what would you do?
RW, in order:
Gape. Smile. Wave at him. Run away giggling.
I probably wouldn't approach him, because that's kinda... weird.
"Hi you don't know me but I know you! What's up?"
I know how I feel when people do that to me. :p
-A
Hi RW and Amy
Bye FASC
It's damn hot here and the storms are comin' again. Not a good combo.
Hallo Elena!
Was that big fire in your Kansas, or another Kansas?
-A
It felt weird meeting him outside of their tour bus at PR too. Actually, it was a pretty surreal experience. I've never met anyone in that manner before.
OMG WTF! You people are crazy. And so fucking wrong.
Just on a side note: while I was walking home from work yesterday I passed by a group of teens taking to each other, and it occurred to me that if you removed the words "like", "much", and "fuck" from their vocabularies, they'd have absolutely nothing coherent to say to each other.
Thanks Anon!
Which part? Going shopping, summer storms or meeting a celebrity?
-A
RW, I was on the bus the other day and this girl who is all of 15 gets on and she's beaking on the phone to a friend of hers about what she's wearing. Then she starts telling her about this one passenger she had seen and how ugly she was. I couldn't frigging believe it.
-A
I looked at the calender today, and noticed it was the fourth. I thought to myself that I was forgetting something**... then I remembered after reading a message from Fimble on my myspace..
Happy Nine Months guys
I may not come around here anymore, but I'm still there for any of you guys if you need me. I'm sure you know where to reach me.
RAWR!!
Hi, PH! :D
Hallo Paper@!! I hope you're doing well!~
I miss you!
-A
It was just about last page stuff.
Hey RW and Amy,
Amy, I'm doing well, so don't worry my dear! I hope that all of you guys are doing well.
I am on a month-long holiday starting today, PH, so I am very well! I'm glad you are too :)
Anon, oh I see.
I was gonna say, I haven't left the house, how can I be that crazy? ;_;
-A
Lucky Goose!
Another 9 days until schools out and 13 days until my exams! I'm working my ass off and concentrating on my studies.
Nearly the end of school year for you! Do you have any holiday plans? How's your guitar-playing coming along? And how's your niece?
Holiday plans?
- Work
- Guitar lessons
- Party
- Hang out with friends.
- &&finally sleep in!
Guitar playing is definitely improving! My instructor is impressed with the way I've grasped everything.
My niece is awesome! She smiles whenever I see her, and I can't wait to watch her grow up. She's really going to be something, I can tell. =]
How're you RW?
HAHAHA!
I miss the days when I didn't have to plan to sleep in :P
Also, I actually miss school.
-A
*runs in*
*squeezes PH*
*waves like crazy to Amyranth, RW, TJ, TJ's sister, Elena, and FASC*
*runs out*
Amy, I have to plan when I'm going to sleep in. Going on five months without sleeping in! =[
If you miss school so much, care to trade places with me? :D
ANIMMMMMA! :D
Hi everyone, how are you all?
Hi Mayo, it was nice to see you sending your best thoughts to Anima last night. I'm sure that made her smile. She needs all the happiness she can get at the moment.
I just thought I'd share the address of a new blog. It is for anyone to chat about anything non mayo related. Just to waffle about any old stuff, so if there is stuff you want to talk about but not here, you could do it there.
It is open to all, everybody is welcome. But no one is expected.
www.launching-synapse.blogspot.com
So, what's happening?
Sorry, had to reboot >_<
I'm good, PH :) Looking forward to some time off to lounge & sleep in.
Hi, Anima :D
Hi, Miss T :D
Hiya RW sweetie, how are you?
Sounds marvelous Resurrected Wreck.
MISS TOTTENHAM! <3
I have to go to work. Bye guys, it felt awesome chatting. =]
<3
Goodnight PH, it was great to see you here again sweetie.
You take care and have loads of fun.
Bye for now, PH :) Happy studying!
I'm good, Miss T :) I am officially on holiday now - huzzah!
How are you this evening?
I'm good thanks RW.
Lucky you eh? What do you plan to do with yourself?
Well now, I don't know!
Lounge, sleep in, maybe finishing a couple of personal sewing projects, visit with friends, hang out downtown, that sort of thing :)
Sorry I got called away ...
Yeah Amy the fire is my Kansas. Big refinery fire. I drove by it today it's still blazin'
Sounds fun RW *tries not to look too jealous*
Hiya Elena, how are you?
Good Evening, Elena, RW, MissT, Amy, and Anima!
Sorry to miss you, PH! Good luck!
Everyone sounds peachy today. :)
Hullo, Mustard :D
Yo Mustard dude, How's you's?
I'm okay, MissT. A little tired, but pretty spiffy.
How is Russ' mother?
...And back!
I went to go sit on the deck while it was sunny out. Didn't last though, it's going to storm again.
Man, my head hurts.
-A
She's getting better Mustard.
He says that she is begging them to let her speak again. They have told her to rest but she is eager to be communicating.
Hiya Amy, how are you?
Air pressure migraine, A?
It's good to hear she's getting better, MissT. It's nice to hear some good news. Again, I hope she gets well and healthy soon!
Well, I think I'm going to head off for a bit.
Have a good evening, all :) I shall most likely be back on some time later or in the wee hours.
Ta-ra!
Hey Everybuddy!
How are ya'll doin today?
Hi everyone! :)
OMG! It is so damn hot outside it ain't even funny.
Thanks Mustard sweetie.
See you later RW.
Hiya Solly, how are you diddling today?
No, it is not funny at all. It's dangerously hot.
MissT,
I'm hot and tired. How are things in your neighborhood?
Hiya smoke, it was bloomin hot here too today.
Hey, Smoke and Sdock. :)
Bye, RW. See you around!
My neighbourhood was nice and hot today sdock.
Prob nowhere near as hot as yours though.
Hey MissT! Hey Mustard! Hey and bye, RW!
open, honest and good people
all that ive got
far from lonely
That's a great song. :)
Oh, I love Bert! YAYNESS! ^_^
Yep, one of my favorite Used songs, no doubt.
Mustard, what ya been doin today?
Misspelling a lot of stuff. >_<
Smaw Poese.
Blame it on the Smaw Poese.
Entropy and Carrie will love that clip.
*waves to Fimble*
I hope Lucy is having a fab time at the Avril Lavigne show.
I hope Lucy is having a great time too.
Not sure I'd enjoy Avril but the whole deal that Lucy described, oh, I'd be having a kick ass time.
^_^
That Avril is a right bitch though whenever she comes to the UK.
In every interview I have seen of her, she is so rude. monosyballic answers, not looking at the interviewer. I feel sorry for them cos it is like trying to pull teeth trying to get an answer out of her.
Smoke,
You have to try and find a way to work that in over at DM.
Buwhahahah.
Smaw Poese...the greatest multiple typo in Bloghistory!
But MissT, she is so hardcore and edgy.*
*not really
Ooooh, hold on.
Does she keep it real solly?
Stop making fun!
Gah.
Uhhuh, you betchya!*
*not really
Check it out.
That one ballad they released at the end of last year was pretty good. The other stuff she's had out I wasn't too crazy about, but that one was okay. :)
BWAHHAHAHHAHAH!
It's perfect!
The only thing I can equate the disease Smaw Poese to is if one were to have a stutter of the fingers. That's all I've got.
Bwahahah!
Yeah, well I am slightly afflicted then.
Just sayin...
I'll be back later on you guys. I gotta go feed the dogs and soak up some a/c.
Mustard, we gots a song to write.
Mustard, you should put those stuttering fingers to good use and get a job in a masage parlour (not one of those types of course).
See you later solly.
*GASP*
MissT! Whatever do you mean?! ;)
LOL Mustard. You could give my back a rub any day with those magic fingers.
Wanted to wish you all a good night.
I'm going to my four-year old niece's first dance recital. Should be hilarious. She won't wear her ballet shoes or the tutu. She's a stubborn little thing.
Have fun guys!
Bye Mayo. :)
Goodnight Anima sweetie. You have fun.
Night, Anima! :)
Have fun, Anima! See you around!
OMG, I just gotta say that I ♥ F.T. Willz.
The writing is exquisite. I was, gosh, I dunno the word to use, in awe? It was amazing.
Have you checked out the lastest one?
Nuh uh. Got a direct link?
F.T. Willz
Boy, it got quiet. O_O
*screams loudly*
Whooooooo!
Thank you, MissT!
it's post mayo depression
Bwahaha! Ya think, Anon?
LOL anon.
yep, you tend to get it after pushing out the blog baby
O_O
well, this is interesting
*watches paint dry*
Ha ha ha ha anon. I hope mayo isn't suffering from a stretch marks and a weak bladder now.
On the plus side he'll have a stonking pair of tits.
Wanna know what would be really really great right about now?
Yeah, well, I'll tell you.
A strawberry banana peach smoothie!!
Too bad I can't make one because I don't have a fucking blender.
And it's so hot outside and my dogs are so spoiled, that they stood and drank from the running water hose for 5 whole minutes.
Solly, if you can't have a cold smoothie maybe you should drink cold water from the hose too.
I am still mourning the loss of your blender.
Frank rolls over, away from the window. Now the sun's warm on his back instead of his face, and Jamia's standing in the bathroom doorway, in one of his old tees and a pair of boxers he thought he lost on the last tour. Her skin's all shower-pink, her hair wet and wavy around her face. She's grinning, a little goofily.
"Check it out." She turns to the side and rucks the shirt up over her stomach.
The waist of the boxers is tucked under the curve of her belly, where she's always been a little soft, but there's a roundness to it now, a distinct swell. Frank's breathing goes funny.
"Dude," he whispers, returning her smile. He sits up and squirms to the edge of the mattress, makes grabby hands at her. "C'mere."
She pads over, tucks herself between his knees and pushes her fingers through his tangled hair. Sometimes he can still convince her to come back to bed with him in the morning, let him make her a little late for work. He gathers up her shirt in one hand, splays the other on her belly where he can feel her pulse, quick and happy like his own.
Frank blinks up at her, just fucking floored, still and every day, that this is really his life. That he got the girl and the band, the house in the 'burbs, the first of his two-point-eight kids on the way.
"You're growing a person in there," he says, sweeping his thumb over her belly button. Right there, right under his palm. It blows his mind a little every time he stops and really thinks about that.
"I know!" Jamia laughs. Her fingers curl in on the back of his neck. "How fucking weird is that?"
Frank wraps his arms around her and pulls her into a tight hug. "Pretty fucking weird."
"Pretty fucking weird."
Who then devised the torment? Love.
Love is the unfamiliar Name
Behind the hands that wove
The intolerable shirt of flame
Which human power cannot remove.
We only live, only suspire
Consumed by either fire or fire.
heard me?
There goes the fantasy of thousands.
the communication of the dead
is tongued with fire beyond the language of the living
We shall not cease from exploration
And the end of all our exploring
Will be to arrive where we started
And know the place for the first time.
Through the unknown, remembered gate
When the last of earth left to discover
Is that which was the beginning;
At the source of the longest river
The voice of the hidden waterfall
And the children in the apple-tree
Not known, because not looked for
But heard, half heard, in the stillness
Between the two waves of the sea.
Quick now, here, now, always--
A condition of complete simplicity
(Costing not less than everything)
And all shall be well and
All manner of things shall be well
When the tongues of flame are in-folded
Into the crowned knot of fire
And the fire and the rose are one.
Frank blinks up at her, just fucking floored, still and every day, that this is really his life. That he got the girl and the band, the house in the 'burbs, the first of his two-point-eight kids on the way.
The dove descending breaks the air,
With flame of incandescent terror,
Of which the tongues declare,
The one discharge from sin and error.
The only hope, or else despair,
Lies in the choice of pyre or pyre,
To be redeemed from fire by fire.
Wha?
Sit with me, Mustard. I have no clue.
not Mayo or SS
What we call the beginning is often the end
And to make and end is to make a beginning.
The end is where we start from. And every phrase
And sentence that is right (where every word is at home,
Taking its place to support the others,
The word neither diffident nor ostentatious,
An easy commerce of the old and the new,
The common word exact without vulgarity,
The formal word precise but not pedantic,
The complete consort dancing together)
Every phrase and every sentence is an end and a beginning,
Every poem an epitaph. And any action
Is a step to the block, to the fire, down the sea's throat
Or to an illegible stone: and that is where we start.
We die with the dying:
See, they depart, and we go with them.
We are born with the dead:
See, they return, and bring us with them.
Jamia's legs draw up on either side of his hips, cradling him between them, and if there's any place he loves more than right here, he can't think of it. He settles on his elbows and plucks a strand of hair from her cheek, grins into a kiss that goes from zero to dirty with a hot slick of tongues.
See, that shit is just wrong.
...i know this is not about them. good luck
"You're growing a person in there," he says, sweeping his thumb over her belly button. Right there, right under his palm. It blows his mind a little every time he stops and really thinks about that.
There are three conditions which often look alike
Yet differ completely, flourish in the same hedgerow:
Attachment to self and to things and to persons, detachment
From self and from things and from persons; and, growing between them, indifference
Which resembles the others as death resembles life,
Is this a Babara Cartland novel?
the poetry is for Kapunua, ONLY KAPUNUA
no inferences
7:35 here. i am not Mayo (thank God) or SS
If you came this way,
Taking any route, starting from anywhere,
At any time or at any season,
It would always be the same: you would have to put off
Sense and notion. You are not here to verify,
Instruct yourself, or inform curiosity
Or carry report. You are here to kneel
Where prayer has been valid. And prayer is more
Than an order of words, the conscious occupation
Of the praying mind, or the sound of the voice praying.
And what the dead had no speech for, when living,
They can tell you, being dead: the communication
Of the dead is tongued with fire beyond the language of the living.
Here, the intersection of the timeless moment
Is England and nowhere. Never and always.
Sdock:
Remember you posted a song yesterday and I was going to post one that reminded me of it, but I couldn't think of what it was? Well, I found the chorus, and I'll only post the relative parts!
Wishing wells were made to echo a dime,
the consequences are you keep on relying,
you've become a run and hide refugee
and i am not t.s. eliot nor 7:20
Relative?
I just keeping getting stoopider.
Relevant
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Mustard,
Relative works for me as well as relevant.
What song is that from?
It's from this song.
The first verse is made of win, and those three lines are awesome, too. It's a pretty sweet jam. /Mikey Way
All this was a long time ago, I remember,
And I would do it again, but set down
This set down
This: were we led all that way for
Birth or Death?
Mustard,
I knew I had head those words. I mean I have only listened to that song one time, but I remembered thinking they were some really good lyrics!
I ♥ Gavin!
This: were we led all that way for
Birth or Death?
Off to think about that.
This poem is for everyone blatantly excluded by Kapunua's biggest fan.
Why must people seek to exclude, divide and destroy?
Beautiful Soup
BEAUTIFUL Soup, so rich and green,
Waiting in a hot tureen!
Who for such dainties would not stoop?
Soup of the evening, beautiful Soup!
Soup of the evening, beautiful Soup!
Beau--ootiful Soo-oop!
Beau--ootiful Soo-oop!
Soo--oop of the e--e--evening,
Beautiful, beautiful Soup!
Beautiful Soup! Who cares for fish,
Game, or any other dish?
Who would not give all else for two
Pennyworth only of Beautiful Soup?
Pennyworth only of beautiful Soup?
Beau--ootiful Soo-oop!
Beau--ootiful Soo-oop!
Soo--oop of the e--e--evening,
Beautiful, beauti--FUL SOUP!
Lewis Carroll
Yeah, I'm off for a bit. Gotta eat, shower, and sorta straighten up my house.
Hey Kapunua's #1 Fan,
Count me in. I'm part of that fanclub too.
Maybe we can share that title.
Anon, beautiful soup was fantastic.
LOL, very cool.
See you later solly.
You are welcome MissTottenham.
Oh wait, what were you saying?
I'm confused.
Either way.
I ♥ Jules.
Who was excluded?
Wait, what?
Oh I'm lame, I see....
We have one anon who love Jules and put up poems to her.
And
One anon putting up poems for everyone!!
I get it now.
I'm slow.
I ♥ poetry!!
No matter who it's for.
Just sayin!
Smoke,
One anon was posting poetry for Kapunua only and another poetry anon came in and posted a poem for everyone excluded.
Is that right?
Yes/No?
ifo is incorrect in their assumption
it was solely dedicated to her as she has a strong appreciation for his words
i do not scatter words needlessly, they are too important, and they are not intended for division,
I'm effin' lost, as usual. I think I'll go brush my hair. Come on, Mayo. You have to hold my mirror for me.
Be back later, peeps.
Thank you interrupting for others.
I myself had lots of beautiful soups when I went on a nile cruise.
Those Egyptians do make great soup.
Just saying hee hee!
8:02,
I thought the words were beautiful and thank you for posting. I know she will appreciate them.
Anon, I'm sure that K will appreciate your words hugely.
Back, and I don't have an answer.
Life and Death are just bookends anyway.
"You're growing a person in there," he says, sweeping his thumb over her belly button. Right there, right under his palm. It blows his mind a little every time he stops and really thinks about that.
June 4, 2008 7:29 PM
Are you trying to tell us something? Really? Wow.
thank you sdock
it brings a warm glow to me if you enjoy them as well
MissT,
What kind of soups did you have? I'm guessin' it wasn't your plain old chicken noodle, huh?
They will further divide 8.02
Why post words for her at her blog? She does have one and it is not hard to find.
thank you for the "inspiration" 8:09
will do that
I can remember they had pea soup and variuos vegetable soups.
Mustard, I am so fussy and at home I would only have chicken soup but I tried the lot there and they were all fantastic.
Their soups are very thin though. Not exactly watery but not thick.
Soz about the spelling. typing too fast again.
I'm not a big fan of soup. I like some potato soups, but not all.
I saw a recipe at one point that was a cold soup made of, I guess, pureed fruit. It had mangos and melons and stuff, and it looked really good.
I'm not usually a fan either mustard but they were GOOD.
There was a chef on the boat and he was a sweetie. I was vegetarian at the time and he used to put the menu up each day and say "if you no like, I make pizza".
Bless him.
Why is it wrong to show a little love for someone over here?
Some seem to have no problem spewing hate and bullshit.
*sigh*
I'm about to sling a hairbrush.
For fuck's sake! I don't get it at all in here sometimes.
Here's some ♥'s for all!
if Jamia is pregnant, congrats to them
if it's the other two, i pity the karmatic debt for that poor soul
Is it unusually quiet, or is it just me? 'Cause it's kinda spooky.
Quiet and spooky mustard.
Creepy
Spooky
Quiet
Mustard,
What you wanna talk about?
Got anything on your mind?
Hi!
*looks around warily*
Hello Mustard, Solly, Miss T, and anyone else who is around.
It is amazing how similar we are, humans. Inhale (I’m), exhale (here). At the very core we exist, our attempts to make our lives enjoyable or in some instances passable should be worthy. Take it in, the amazing, the simple, the meaningful and give it away, just the same.
Damn, I love this paragraph.
Hi Star,
How are you this evening?
WTF is up tonight?
O_O
Yes, congrats!!!!
Glad I'm not the only one then. Cool. :)
Hey, Star!
Sdock,
I have lots on my mind, but I've decided to let it simmer and just sit there. Bad move or good move, I do not know.
I'm good. Can't complain. A little loopy because I'm tired, but overall, I'm good.
How about you?
Hiya star, how are you sweetie?
i have a crazy Kit Kat addiction
O_o
o_O
O_O
Miss T,
How are you? How's the weather?
I
Rule
All of
BlogBelieve!
Damn, that was too easy.
And, I am obviously by myself so toodles everyone!
The weather here was fantastic today star but we have rain predicted again for the end of the week.
Yo anon, bite the end off your kitkat and you can suck up your cuppa as though it's a straw. It'll leave your fingers chocolately though but who doesn't like licking chocolate fingers.
Smoke,
Yo! You were over there and now you are over here and now I don't know where you are.
LET'S GO PENS!
-A
Hiya Amy, how are you today?
hello!
*gasp*
my server has been down all morning!
I was frantic!!!
lol, not really frantic but I missed saying hello
For Fimble Venoms Sock Star:
Well, I walk into the room
Passing out hundred dollar bills
And it kills and it thrills like the horns on my Silverado grill
And I buy the bar a double round of crown
And everybody's getting down
An' this town ain't never gonna be the same.
Cause I saddle up my horse
and I ride into the city
I make a lot of noise
Cause the girls
They are so pretty
Riding up and down Broadway
on my old stud Leroy
And the girls say
Save a horse, ride a cowboy.
Everybody says
Save a horse, Ride a cowboy
Well I don't give a dang about nothing
I'm singing and Bling- Blanging
While the girls are drinking
Long necks down!
And I wouldn't trade ol' Leroy
or my Chevrolet for your Escalade
Or your freak parade
I'm the only John Wayne left in this town
And I saddle up my horse
and I ride into the city
I make a lot of noise
Cause the girls
They are so pretty
Riding up and down Broadway
on my old stud Leroy
And the girls say
Save a horse, ride a cowboy.
Everybody says
Save a horse, Ride a cowboy
I'm a thourough-bred
that's what she said
in the back of my truck bed
As I was gettin' buzzed on suds
Out on some back country road.
We where flying high
Fining, whine, having ourselves a big and rich time
And I was going, just about as far as she'd let me go.
But her evaluation
of my cowboy reputation
Had me begging for salvation
all night long
So I took her out giggin frogs
Introduced her to my old bird dog
And sang her every Wilie Nelson song I could think of
And we made love
And I saddled up my horse
and I ride into the city
I make a lot of noise
Cause the girls
They are so pretty
Riding up and down Broadway
on my old stud Leroy
And the girls say
Save a horse, ride a cowboy.
Everybody says
Save a horse, Ride a cowboy
What? What?
Save A Horse Ride A Cowboy
Everybody says
Save a Horse Ride a cowboy.
Hi Ergo, Hi Amy!
Hello, Ergo!
Hello again, Amy!
Hiya Ergo, how are you?
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