Grateful Dead

Until all the heavens have gone away
Until the oceans they do the same
I'll hang around for you
Just like I said I'd do
For you You For you

Until the oceans they turn to rain
Until the heavens they do the same
For you I'll hang around
Up on this dirty ground
For you You For you

Until the mountains they call your name
Until your pleasure, it turns to pain
I'll be here for you
Just like I said I'd do
For you You For you

Until the atoms they go their way
Until the giants they have their say
All you have to do is call my name
And I'll be there to ease the pain
For you You For you

-schubert andy

I wrote this one about 10 years ago when I was caretaking a place for six years in a geodesic dome on 40 acres on the side of Mt. Shasta with the closest neighbor the Ski Park two miles away and the closest town six and while I was hiking, mt. biking, or, for six months of the year, snowshoeing to to town I would see a lot of log-truck drivers and I put myself in their shoes for this one.

Well I'm ridin' in my big rig
Haulin' logs for Champion
I got two more runs, to do today
Before I cash it in
And yes I love the forest
And I wouldn't hurt a bunny
But when it comes to me or trees
I'll damn sure take the money

Big trees, keep on fallin'
Load em' up, and let me go
So I can do my haulin'
And when it comes to quittin' time
And the beer-man starts a-callin'
I'll park my rig, shoot a rack
And order up a tall one

These hippies and those Greenpeace freaks
Get on my bloody nerves
Just sittin' on their haunches
Screamin', we must save the earth!
Well if they had their way they'd soon be screamin'
They were wrong
It's no fun using corncobs
When you're sittin' on the john

And I believe in workin' hard for my pay
I got a wife to feed, and kids to educate
Don't take away my job, and put me on the dole
I need to be a workin' man, it keeps me in control

I'm rollin' down Route 89
It's another sunny day
Two cuties in their sports-car
Just gave me a wave
Soon I'm off the pavement
Winding up a dusty road
I pull into the landing and I
Grab another load

Big trees, keep on fallin'
Load em' up, and let me go
So I can do my haulin'
When it comes to quittin' time
And the beer-man starts a callin'
I'll park my rig, shoot a rack
And order up a tall one

I love pudding :)
Nice poem

That's what poetry, lyrics, music is, after all. A gift from one heart/soul to another. Thanks to all who share their gifts.

Here's another one. Still rough, but it's getting there.

Can't help but think about
All that might have been
If I'd been a better man
If I'd been a better friend.

Would we have let the lovelight die?
Would we have let the heartache in?
If I'd been a better man
If I'd been a better friend

Well, I should have been a better man
I should have been a better friend
And I never should have let you go
The way I did in the end

It's too late now for turning back
Time has passed to try again
Wish I'd been a better man
Wish I'd been a better friend

Is that some inside joke/reference, '73 or something just fly right over my head??
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Don't part with your illusions. When they are gone, you will still exist, but you have ceased to live.
Samuel Clemens