much to say

Yea, Much To Say
6-6-18

Yea, I am a regular
Niemer-Marcus to slawshank
Where Cote has his coin collection
Spending it on plane tickets
To all to London all for O,Malley
Step inside, love
Returning into my door
My pot of coffee toward I be commended
Unto life in dreams of going to Salt Lake City
And missing the bus
All this is done in the fiftieth year of my probation
As to wait a lonely lifetime to recover
Taking up Catherine Coulter in that I will never be the same
As to our stone door selfish to love you with all my heart
For our song will fill the air in cloud coverage
As we stir up the Spirit
Where we could not retreat either way
We could not retreat either way
With much to say......





Bringing Out The Banjos
6-6-18

O, smoking oven
O, firepot for status seekers forget me not
Maintaining these parts as summer days get hot
Taking courage insomuch as our audacity authentic
Towards the city of Bountiful
This is my idea of good fun in black ink
As to flatter us becoming the leader of the band
Bringing out the banjos
Hating to see a piece of meat without sauce
Where you really let them know who's boss
As to keep the voice of Sarai
Can you see me at all
As to cut us into two again
According to the plans of the pen somewhere
Accounting it to him for righteousness our first occurance
Of vital and sole condition and it's a science to see the movie once more
In steamboating glories forth unto the judgement seat....






Downriver
6-6-18

As Mississippi is lateral
All rivers are as gain
Touch me Jesus and take away the pain
Dazzling according to Time Magazine
O, behold Gadianton give good grace the gibbet
In that tonight I know you
Introduction by Justin Kaplan
Mississippi rolling its mile wide tide along
Just so that somebody could write this song
Not really reading it for words to leap off the page
Upon my tablet not to lose affection yet in my bondage
Where music is my girl at Kishkumen for the secret plan
And its combination exceedingly we did but suppose
Back in our Darwell-Watson feud
Tolling Howell's about it
As to come back to your side
Where we had rafted for the period piece....






Chief Judge
6-6-18

For two primer miles away
In the days when we were still beautiful
Where we didn't have a clue nor a rue
O, taxman buy ten more pens of blue
As chief judge
Who is it for when Jesus is the door
That no one would know our wickedness
And you're not the only one struggling with these things
Filling us in with all the sin
To lose but win
To lead a better life
Let us go forth to the Bema seat
By a secret way crossing through the veil
I need never care with darkness to share
Taken all the account of what is written
Where love never dies in the nightshade
To lawns northward here, there and everywhere
As departing out to see a finch wanting to fly away
For evolution under Bixby
Back to our Bountiful
In settled parts about....