This Mess or Me…?

18 May 2016
by BaHR

Lying awake after midnight praying.
I ain’t mad, Honey. I’m just saying.
God and Grace and my nerves are fraying.
Can’t you be good and stop misbehaving?

Sometimes nothing says more than words.
Sometimes nothing says more than… words….
Sometimes nothing says more….
Sometimes nothing’s says more
Than walking out that door
Locking up my heart
Throwing away the key
Try to make a new start.
Begin a new life.
Make a good man a good wife.
Forgive, but never forget
Move on, but never regret
Lord, I love you, but I can’t live like this.
This is such a mess.
I’m begging on my knees, boy….
What’s it gonna be, boy?
What’s it gonna be…?
This mess… or me…?
This mess… or me, boy?
Ain’t gonna be your toy, boy.
So, tell me… what’s it gonna be…?
This mess… or me…?

Cuz, boy… I’ve had enough
Putting up with all your stuff
And this ain’t just a little huff
That’s gonna blow over….
No! I need to feel REAL love….
So… what’s it gonna be, boy?
What’s it gonna be….?
This mess or me…?

Ol’ Buzzard’s Song

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I was lost and down-hearted
Alone and forsaken
Like an old buzzard sittin’ out by the roadside
Feelin’ too tired to fly
Didn’t know how to drive
Didn’t have no bike
So I guess I decided
I’d spend the rest of my life
Just wonderin’ ’round watching
Other folks lives slide by….

Then I spied a lone, lonely corn stalk
Standing still out in a cornfield
She looked like I felt…
too tired to walk….
But still too young to just die….
I’d about had enough
We were both burning up
Out in that hot Free State sunshine.
I was feelin’ pretty parched
And she looked like such a pretty perch
And I was tired of being scorched
By the bright bright light
Blown and burned by the bitter wind
All I could really see in store for me
Was some dark clouds in the distance
And a spate of stiff resistance
And… really no hope to ever find real love again
Really no hope to ever feel real love again
And I thought…
Maybe if I climb up that corn stalk….
At least I’ll see things from a different viewpoint
Maybe gain a complete change in perspective….
No… she ain’t my type….
But just overlook the hype
If I can just climb the height….
Maybe the work will be worth it….
And then my eyes met your eyes
And my lips met yours lips
And suddenly that kiss
My, oh my! It….
I can’t quite explain it….
It felt like rain….
It felt like rain!
Wet on my big beak
Streaming down my hard cheek
Cool down to my toes
Refreshing my soul
It was all I needed then
To feel alive again
Just a thundershower
Of some cool, cool rain!

Sometimes Love Just Makes a Mess.

19 May 2016 1801
by BaHR

Johnny claimed the horns hooked him tight here… right behind his man parts.
Then he said… I don’t know, but I think the bull’s name was Skylark.
The boy’s mind’s still a little fuzzy about this next part….
Thought he just find himself a filly…
Rope her… Ride her… Then break her heart….

Johnny wrote Jenny’s name and number down on a cocktail napkin….
Thought he’d kept his cowboy boots on, but he never got much traction….
When he called that little Jenny up, he never got no action….
After that…. Well…. He ain’t really sure what happened….

Seems sometimes love’s a flame,
Sometimes it’s something far less.
Sometimes love’s a pain,
And sometimes love’s pure bliss….
Sometimes love makes a man feel grand!
But… sometimes…
Mm-hmm… love just makes a mess.

She rode straight out of that rodeo clown’s life.
Said she couldn’t take any more of his bull-Schmidt.
Guess that’s the life of a rodeo fool’s like.
But being chased by some horny bull beats an angry wife!

Seems sometimes love’s a flame,
Sometimes it’s something far less.
Sometimes love’s a pain,
And sometimes love’s pure bliss….
Sometimes love makes a man feel grand!
But… sometimes…
Mm-hmm… love just makes a mess.

Yeah, sometimes love’s a flame,
Sometimes it’s something far less.
Sometimes love’s a pain,
And sometimes love’s pure bliss….
Sometimes love makes a man feel grand!
But… sometimes…
Mm-hmm… love just makes a mess.

Lord, That’s my Church.

29 May 2016
by BaHR

Lord, there’s a place deep within me
That nothing else can touch.
Sometimes I feel so empty.
So… sometimes I seek a crutch….
Lord, sometimes I just want to feel I’m equal
With everybody else on Earth.
And… oh, Lord… sometime I don’t listen
When other tell me how I need to go to church….
But sometimes when I’m all alone…
Worldly things just ain’t enough.
So.. I close my eyes…
Open my heart…
That’s when I go to Church….

My Church ain’t no building….
Ain’t no preacher… Ain’t no choir….
But my Church ain’t no Candy Store
Where I beg you for my every desire.
My Church ain’t complicated.
My Church ain’t all that far.
Anywhere I can I pray to you…
Lord, That’s My Church….
Anywhere I can Sing to you…
Lord, That’s My Church…
Anywhere I can be with you…
Lord, That’s My Church….

I try to come before you humbly,
But sometimes my pride gets in the way.
I try to meditate on you often,
But sometimes my thoughts just drifts away.
I try to walk the Straight and Narrow,
But Lord, you know how much I stray.
So… when I need to forgive and be forgiven…
I need to find someplace quiet to pray…
When I’m feeling lonely….
When I’m feeling hurt….
I close my eyes…
Open my heart…
And then I go to Church….

My Church ain’t no building….
Ain’t no preacher… Ain’t no choir….
But my Church ain’t no Candy Store
Where I beg you for my every desire.
My Church ain’t complicated.
My Church ain’t all that far.
Anywhere I can I pray to you…
Lord, That’s My Church….
Anywhere I can Sing to you…
Lord, That’s My Church…
Anywhere I can be with you…
Lord, That’s My Church….