Well I hope that I don’t fall in love with you
‘Cause falling in love just makes me blue,
Well the music plays and you display your heart for me to see,
I had a beer and now I hear you calling out for me
And I hope that I don’t fall in love with you.
Well the room is crowded, people everywhere
And I wonder, should I offer you a chair?
Well if you sit down with this old clown, take that Read more…
In a busy street
A man sits down
Oblivious to the traffic sounds
No chaos
No frenzied shrieking crowd
Thank God their silence
Walking heads bent down
Come when they saw us
Called it lethargy
The treadmill turns
There down below their feet
Should I pray for an end to come
Quickly (quickly), quickly (quickly)
Or cross the waves of an angry sea
Risking (risking)
And braving (braving)
The shipwreck and the mutiny assailing
Assailing
In a haunted doorway
And from the light of day
See another life fall to ruin in pain
False smiles from even Read more…
dance to the sun
a kiss to the earth
embrace a stone
come the small black book
come the brandy cask
one strange disease
the well worded paper
signed by the drunken
hands of thieves
and suddenly
they were told to leave
as the snake uncoiled on a road
the length was eighty miles
wagons’ weary horses
lead the feverish exiles
barefoot in the early snow
on a ridge
where they beheld their home
coarse and barren
not the haven
promised by the Father
Jaksa Chula Harjo
Jaksa Chula Harjo
Jaksa Chula Harjo **
the Red Sticks first and
the Dancing Read more…
why are some men born
with minds that earn degrees
the loving cups
gilded plaques
grace their study walls
hide the cracks
while their genius is turned
to works of tyranny then
off to market to market
go selling these
with words so fiery and persuasive
they steal cunningly
riches no one can exceed
and why are some men born
with a fate of poverty
one firm bed
for a swollen back
year by year
the bodies wracked while
their obedience is had
with gradual defeat
by the pace by the pace
and the urgency
through a muddled thought
they Read more…
dance to the sun
a kiss to the earth
embrace a stone
come the small black book
come the brandy cask
one strange disease
the well worded paper
signed by the drunken
hands of thieves
and suddenly
they were told to leave
as the snake uncoiled on a road
the length was eighty miles
wagons’ weary horses
lead the feverish exiles
barefoot in the early snow
on a ridge
where they beheld their home
coarse and barren
not the haven
promised by the Father
Jaksa Chula Harjo
Jaksa Chula Harjo
Jaksa Chula Harjo **
the Red Sticks first and
the Dancing Read more…
on one morning
in the month of May
when all the birds
were singing
I saw a lovely maiden stray
across the fields at break of day
she softly sung her roundelay
the tide flows in
the tide flows out
twice every day returning
her cheeks were red
her eyes were brown
her hair in ringlets hanging down
upon her face to hide the frow
just as the tide was a flowing
the tide flows in
the tide flows out
twice everyday returning
a sailor’s wife at home must bide
she halted heavily she sighed
“he Read more…
Well I hope that I don’t fall in love with you
‘Cause falling in love just makes me blue,
Well the music plays and you display your heart for me to see,
I had a beer and now I hear you calling out for me
And I hope that I don’t fall in love with you.
Well the room is crowded, people everywhere
And I wonder, should I offer you a chair?
Well if you sit down with this old clown, take that Read more…
on one morning
in the month of May
when all the birds
were singing
I saw a lovely maiden stray
across the fields at break of day
she softly sung her roundelay
the tide flows in
the tide flows out
twice every day returning
her cheeks were red
her eyes were brown
her hair in ringlets hanging down
upon her face to hide the frow
just as the tide was a flowing
the tide flows in
the tide flows out
twice everyday returning
a sailor’s wife at home must bide
she halted heavily she sighed
“he Read more…
a woman of beauty
a woman of pain
in france or jakarta
her shadow’s the same
Chorus:
you go home with sally ann
you go home with sally ann
you go home
a woman of kindness
with bracelets of jade
in china or japan
her choices are made
Chorus
a woman of chances
no family or friends
in argentina
she knows only men
Chorus
a woman of color
debts to be paid
in trenton or detroit
she lives by the blade
one time
you made me cry
be proud that I
remember
my chin is sore
the bruise is gone
but the spot is tender
gave my hand a sister coy
to Cotton Alley where
you did enjoy
your wicked games
you curious boy
tied my laces up together
when I fell
you laughed
until your belly was sore
in the brick laid aisle behind
the five and dime store
that’s how
I made you blush
but doubt if you
remember
were my tears genuine
or those of a skilled
pretender
nothing precious
plain to see
don’t make a fuss over me
not loud
not soft
but Read more…
