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Post 141

The Man I Am Today

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The Man I am Today

Chords: G C Am D

If I were a handsome man

If I had a job

If I never danced with her

How much would I have lost

If I never held my child

And watched him walk away

Would I ever have become

The man I am today

 

If I never drank too much

Of fought when I was young

Could I even write these words

And put them in a song

Times were bad and times were good

There isn’t time to say

How much my life made me become

The man I am today

 

I wash the soap on thinning hair

And shadows on my eyes

And see a boy within the mirror

Whose face is filled with lines

To Italy to Hollywood

Yes I’ve had good times

They may not seem that much to you

These memories of mine

But in my heart I know it’s truth

Will lead to a grander day

And so I give myself to you

The man I am today

 

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Post 140

Sloppy Raw and Dirty

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Sloppy Raw and Dirty

Verses E A E A A D E A (bluesy)

Chorus D A E 

She walks up to the bar stool

Everyone knows her name

She must be pushing fifty

but thinks she’s still got game

Her hair is long and greasy

She smells like an old wet mouse

A touch of wine and sleazy 

As she spills it on her blouse

She’s sloppy raw and dirty

and everybody knows

Sloppy raw and dirty

She don’t even clean her toes

No one want’s to order

The choice of drink she has

While her old man plays piano

An old Miles cool jazz

A cougar to the youngsters

The alcohol kicks in

Telling stories of her past days

A life of song and sin

She’s sloppy raw and dirty

and everybody knows

Sloppy raw and dirty

She don’t even wash her clothes

She thinks that she’s an actress

Will someday be a star

She tells this to the waitress

But never leaves the bar

So if you think you’ve got it

If you think you still got game

Look past the bottles to the mirror

You’ve only you to blame

Your sloppy raw and dirty

and everybody knows

Sloppy raw and dirty

You don’t even wipe your nose

Sloppy raw and dirty

and that’s the way it goes

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Post 139

I’ve Got A Problem With Authority

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I’ve Got a Problem with Authority

Chords: G C D   Verses: G C A

I’ve got a problem with authority

I’ve got a problem with the police

They like to bother me 

When I’m walking down the street

They ask a lot of questions 

And when I try to answer

They get real mad at me

Then they beat me

I’ve got a problem with authority 

I don’t like the judge or DA

They never give a fair trial

Or a trial at all

Or let me state my case

I’ve got a problem with authority 

My right to counsel is a joke

Five minute sessions shackled 

In an orange jumpsuit  behind bars

In front of everyone in a courtroom 

I’ve got a problem with authority 

Because I can’t afford a lawyer

To protect me from this shit

The rich man walks on a murder charge

The poor man has to take it

The Bill of Rights is a lie

Unless you can buy it

I’ve got a problem with authority 

And it’s not only just me.       

Authority for the sake of authority 

Is tyranny 

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Post 137

The Van Gogh Complex

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The Van Gogh Complex

G C Am F G

Time stands still 

In a painting

Of a starry night

Heard it all my life

As the wind blows

One more time

Someone’s saying

You might find it sad

You’re a little mad

But it’s beautiful

You’re Van Gogh

You’re Picasso

You’re Rene Magritte

Walking down the street

On a French road

You’re Van Gogh

Donatello 

You’re a Kurt Cobain

Crying out his pain

In a solo

Don’t ask me

Why it should be

That the plight of life

For an artist’s strife

Can be daunting? 

You’re Van Gogh

Michaelangelo

Chipping at the block

Freeing from the rock

A marble hero

You’re a Plath

Such a poet

Writing out your love

Knowing nothing of

But you show it

You’re a genius

You’re a master

Knowing in your head

Years from when you’re dead

They’ll remember

You’re Van Gogh

Don’t you know?

Feel the agony

With the ecstasy

Of every brushstroke

repeat all the Van Gogh verses

You’re Van Gogh

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Post 136

A Pig That Feeds Himself

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I saw a pig that feeds himself

How fat he had become

Amidst a glop of his own slop

His contentment had begun

And no one dined with this large swine

And no one cared to know

How easy to content oneself

Yet sadly quite alone

He mixed the scraps of leftover food

Mealie-pap, bread and fruit

Thinking that to serve oneself

He’d find a greater truth

But then came in the farmer and

A man from the slaughter house

To bait and dig and kill the pig

Smarter than a mouse

And so you see it cannot be

Self-serving is the way

Just ask the ham how well it went

As you eat your eggs today.

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Post 135

It’s a Beautiful Day for Guitar

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It’s a Beautiful Day for Guitar

Verses A D G 

Chorus G A D G 

Bridge C G D

I may be a little bit insane

But listen now to what I have to say

Take the time to hear it as I sing

Cause life today’s a wonderful thing

It’s a beautiful day to play guitar

Take the time to listen to who we are

It’s a beautiful day for guitar

Everybody’s dancing in the rain

Everybody’s hearing what I play

Ain’t nobody gonna hit the hay

Everybody’s loving it today

It’s a beautiful day to play guitar

Take the time to listen to who we are

It’s a beautiful day for guitar

I’m loving Lucy and Lucy’s loving me

Loving so truly as true as love can be

Come with me and hear now what I say

Come with me and we can save the day

Sing with me and love it all the way

Grab your guitar and sit with me and play

It’s a beautiful day to play guitar

Take the time to listen to who we are

It’s a beautiful day for guitar

I’m loving Lucy and Lucy’s loving me

Loving so truly as true as love can be

It’s a beautiful day to play guitar

Take the time to listen to who we are

It’s a beautiful day for guitar

I’m loving Lucy and Lucy’s loving me

Loving so truly as true as love can be 2x

It’s a beautiful day for guitar

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Post 134

What hurts?

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I understand actions speak louder than words
But when a homosexual condemns me
For my erratic “insane” behavior
It hurts
When a black man tells me
He can like nearly every color or nationality
But can’t stand a “crazy” man
It hurts
When an activist for civil rights and freedom
Denies that I should be entitled
To those same rights and courtesies he’s fighting for
It hurts
When an intelligent or socially awkward scholar
Becomes uncomfortable when I admit
That I am treated for bipolar
It hurts
When the news or television
Or someone’s personal experience with a “madman”
has been negative or dangerous
and they treat me as though I did it
It hurts
When a woman judges my attractiveness
For not behaving macho or charismatic
For being a man who thinks with his emotions
It hurts
When a convict calls me dangerous
When a drunk or drug addict calls me delusional
When the uneducated call me dumb
It hurts
But when I break and am human
Or give into the hateful and prejudice
Stereotypes they claim
And in a faulty way fight back
It hurts the most.

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