Kumbaya, You Feckless Dreamers

The Ballad of Lucky Downturn

I’m holding up for now, I guess
and thanks for asking, mac
I’m holding out for better times
to get back on the track
I’m holding to the vain idea
I haven’t lost the knack
I’m holding tight the napkin
with her number on the back

I’m holding high my cocky head
a bedroll and a sack
I’m holding out for luck again
the kind I usually lack
I’m holding one short piece of rope
and hoping for some slack
I’m holding hands with someone
in a memory way, way back

I’m holding off on paying bills
those credit cards can wait
I’m holding off on voting for
your favorite candidate
I’m holding in a pattern
miles above the boarding gate
I’m holding you so tightly
hell or heaven, they can wait

I’m holding this one truth to be
self evident, you know
I’m holding it for now because
tomorrow it may go
I’m holding up a toast to all
the high as well as low
I’m holding in a swollen heart
my love, and let it flow

Kumbaya, you feckless dreamers
with your carefree, fickle ways
Kumbaya, you dizzy schemers
in the dust of sunny days

Pay to Play

a little of this self pity
it sure goes a long, long way
so, she didn’t love you back
oh man, you feel all betrayed
feeling sore and hurting
on your little feet of clay
man up dude, and let it go
and hear what Zappa say*
broken hearts are for chumps, boy
you has got to pay to play

_

* paraphrasing, for your delicate ears.

A Word Apart

The space bar keeps the words apart
as if they want to fight
but if they ran together all
it wouldn’t be quite right.

A little space is what we need
for us to get along
a little time to catch our breath
correct me if I’m wrong.

So let me tell you this one thing
my lips upon your ear
let’s enjoy ourselves apart
for six months, no a year.

To this she said a decade
would hardly be enough
and gathered all her things in arm
and left in quite the huff.

I said I didn’t mean it
but she’d gone and hadn’t heard
now my space bar mocks me
at the end of every word.

Well now I’ve gone and done it
to deny it would be wrong
I went and done wrote lyrics
to a goofy country song.

Hey Joe

hey joe
where you goin’ with that
phone in your hand

hey joe
where you goin’ with that
phone in your hand

i’m goin’ out to call my old lady
it’s our anniversary
don’t you understand