Beagle in the city #261

Ethan: ….Because I know you don’t actually like pickles that’s why.

Francis: Ok… ahem, in a world, where I don’t care.

Simon: Lets get sandwiches!

Francis: Hey look, the pizza man…

Ethan: I’m NOT giving you pizza…I don’t want to clean that up…

Francis: But it’s my treasures…

Ethan: Far from it.

Simon: I want a sandwich but with extra sandwich…

Post

For just one moment

Turn off the noise

The ads

The articles

The videos

The echo in the canyons of your mind

———

Look at what you grew through

Where we – what we- came from

Look into your own eyes

Here today

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Post, 9/11

Post, Katrina

Post, the financial crisis

Post, the war on terror

Post, social media

iTunes

Streaming

What is anyone reading….

————

Look at what you came through

Now, don’t let anyone

Or anything

Not even yourself…

Tell you otherwise….

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You were built to last

You are a survivor

You matter

And even though the world will never be the same

Those of us who remember

A world before,

We lived through it,

We lived through it,

Cannot be fooled

And we will not abide

Shallow waters

We demand the depths

To wash us clean

And we will rise above it

Into the sunrise

And we will continue to seek out

A better future for ourselves

Because we have lived

A thousand lives

And dreamed a thousand dreams…

And we are still living- still dreaming- still fighting

Yes, even ourselves

But we were built to last…

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Through these fires…

We demand the depths…

And I don’t know that our eyes

Look at the world the same

As those who were born, after,

Or even before,

I think everyone carries their own burdens

But this is an old flame

And it changes you…

It can’t help but change you…

It hollows you out

And replaces your thoughts

With echoes of loss

It hollows you out

Bone and marrow

And builds a fire inside you

That only the moon

The ocean

And the stars can understand

I hope you understand

You were built to last

What else is there?

Storms

She makes storms

Out of hours

She makes deserts

Cry out for rain

She makes winter

Pray for summer

But she’s been a friend to me

Her fist have always been Clinched

Her hair has always been red

Her lips have always been red

She’s the realest thing

I’ve ever known

And I’d stand

Out every winter

Just hoping for a look from her

She keeps me happy

And she went down to New Orleans

And bewitched the devil

And she fights

The ghost

She loves the most

But you might not see it

And her fist

Have always been Clinched

And

She’s always been red

But she’s always been real

To me

(Written and performed tonight at 33)

Bitter Fruit

Shined his shoes

Everyday

While the virus

In his brain

He said it eats away

All the faces

He once knew

But the one …

She stays true

Burned in flames

And he

Sold his soul

Waiting for

the changing of the guard

To take him away

2

And he stands

Outside the house

On widow street

Praying for rain

To stop the flames

That took his love away

3

And he whispers

Pain

Cuts deep

Plants a seed

Grows a tree

Bearing the bitter fruit

They put before you

And

You must choose

To keep

Or throw

Away

Sunday Morning

1

I had a hellhound on my trail

I didn’t see any light ahead

And I think

We all have different angels and we all have different demons inside of us

And I believe we have different soulmates …

2

Lady,

Lady,

I want you to know

You’ve been a saving grace,

Whatever we are

Our blood boils at the same temperature

And whatever we become

I think my eyes will always find you across the room

And I will remember

The hellhound on my trail –

And I hope you know –

You saved my soul

And all that I’ve become –

And sometimes

I believe

Every Sunday

You’re the warmest thing

In this room

Bones

I

We are all different but equal

We are all different but equal

We are all different but equal

(Mic drops)

I’m tired of born this way

Forget that

What happened to

I made my way

Dug my self out of the grave

I write to kill

I kill to write

Welcome to the middle of no where

I don’t know about the west side

The south side

I saw a man living on a bus

He had a 17 year old wife

I was 13

I didn’t even realize what I was seeing

II

Tell me again about the new IPhone

I’ll tell you about waiting for dial up

These kids these days

Not even a fear of The Draft hanging over them

It’s been iPhone and apples in their hand since the age of conception

Can’t even imagine them storming beaches or taking anything from anyone unless it’s their parents.

III

Smoke

And ash

Rising from these wasted years spent on ambitious less youth

God spoke and put flesh on

Dead bones

And

Jeff Beck came back just to save rock and roll

I saw a veteran cry as he talked about D Day…

I saw a Veteran get angry when he was asked about Vietnam …

When was the last time we got back to basics

Back to business

Make something

Create something

We are all somebody from somewhere

We have a story to tell

A past to burn

Don’t feed it

Don’t suppress it

You made your way

It’s tangled up in you

Like the bloodline that commits suicide before the age of 35

What have you got to do?

What else is left to lose?

I’ll tell you the truth

From the shot glass

Of my minds eye

Hold yourself together

You’re doing fine

You know mother

We all

Are going to be alright.

Sobering Stone

She said,

I think

we all have decisions

We eventually regret

And I think,

the worst pain,

Is realising

You’ve become someone you love’s regret,

She said she could see it in his face where once there was love, and he was pouring the coffee down the sink, now there was only regret…

And

It’s a hard,

Hard fall from grace…

But it’s a rock solid sobering stone.