Just Water For The Choirs To Sing

Steady a Sing to the books of the streaming lather on the Sweats of the Maze Humanity on a Stirring,

as that is the scrabble of the Worth of brain to the Footwork called crossing the Floor,

dance with a worth to the Human Mortal perk Coffee the mug to Smile at the grind.

Daily provisions of Morning Starters or the High Noon barrel,

in the evening some receipt the Time Hour by an Announce 5 O'clock,

to that Nap^kin of the drinking a shock,

whether the curb is a Side or the seat of spilt Reality just tips!!

Clouds on the Smokey ragazines or is it A Mag to caliber the Arson logged,

creative designation to the Pen rancid swing is Identification of the PC otherwise known as A lap Top,

in this quest of Know Answer lettuce say Salad.

A pigeon on the Sensitive to awkward Out the clothes as the Closet types a bureau of Ties,

to that is the Sock or the Wares to Whom is in the Letter of the Abbreviations on the clarity of Clear!!

Chance the Blue to a Weird than Watch the elevator as That seams a simple sheet; mattresses,

in the formal of the settle so glad that the Audit is Won not a Worry of IRIS so to speak,

as the far Away locker lands in Obvious must provide Ore.

To tack the Grid with a bit of film on this be A Great like my brother Ed,

for Eddie is a Stellar verse to the leadership of show,

as in all Falls and blows Over Niagara with barrel and Chain its a shore to Waist,

that Trials not from the basically sling to the Growth founders on How to Make a King,

in my eyes on my balance its the Beet in a World full of Nigh lawns.

Fret not go to the Barn speak a Boot speak Hay bed the shavings with a bring,

now to the ankle of the Feat grasp the Practice on the lens,

as the Pitchfork is anchor in Society it is the rake on the Mucking to Straw,

with lift and role grain the Sand to talk Arena standards and the sneak,

that is the broom to leap that Pull back but no worries for on the Eventers track We all fall.

Up you go a leg Up to the place you chose to ride the Sport or quit the Tag,

in the rein discover the spin,

shorter stirrups longer legs bumpy Roads and Tracks,

cross-country logs and Telephone poles to ditches and tubes,

that stride of dressage to Letter the Test in a Production of I love ewe,

for that is the lovely memory of Ireland on the mores,

twin ponies a boy and the fields of roam!!

Quilt to the Embroidery that Prances the Circus to Hi Wire the lines,

a trapeze with Elephants laugh the clowns on the Mend,

round the Canon asking the Teller is the Man on the tried,

ignite a life with Cotton Candy and bench or be the Auditory sleeve!!

In the storm of a Tent as the Lions roar and The Trains cement,

stock barrels with lengthy louds to growl a akin,

than at the bitter beans remember that Cup of Coffee; its a Friend!!

Mugs of joe to thrift Stores prose found in On the shelves of a better lend,

the price is right The stampede is real don't shed to the glass for the tank is a sign,

Minds braking shatter to flower the Arboretums with beautiful decor,

yet the work to Fantastic on the paper to mission the View,

owe for the stretch to tackle the fax to prints on the hand communication of cats,

be left should that be chose by the easy speaking choral clean,

but to the factor on the Tree of that is the Watch!!

Credits to Running OT wet terms for Overtime on a Standard of transmission,

its the bells that wringing of the Wrists to the brow Swells,

purple a Placard and shingle Out to Cobbler with a good Hammer,

its really just Jeeves with a Talkie Cartooning littles to Fried Chicken while Clipping creams,

the factory of Fallen Wings on the Flight have in deed left the throat to throttle a Cycle,

now its the Wrote of the back to basic Root biered for Sailing the Why's because of the brewed.

'Just Love'
a few Blues & Lullabies
dg


dg's 159th Memorial


Oh, we're talking here since I was born
And then came along all those country songs 
How I loved the mystery
Of those trains, and Ben Dewberry
From eleven 'til midnight, I listened with all my might
To hear on Jimmie Rodgers song

And here we are still ridin' that long lonesome sound
But it's not so lonesome while we walk the ground
And I always looked up, when the moon was up
And with so many stars, I'd wonder how far
And, oh Lord, just how long

I just started to rock and roll           
when I was fifty years old                  
It's a natural fact, with some things 
I've always been slow                            

  

You try to be so simple, but it comes on like a flood

And you wad in the water,

                     wondering will it turn to blood

Someone laughs so seriously,

                               and you wonder if the air is still free

And it gets so still, that i's only your will

and the beat of your heart that you hear

And you're thrilled just to see

                     the borders of your own space

It's an equation of the mathematics of grace

Of numbers there is no end

You just count from where you begin

And the borders get so soft,

         that tears are not lost

But absorbed down deep in your ear

                         And the blues is still just a song

                 It's not the way I feel at all

                           But while I'm still on the ground,

I love the sound

There comes a time when we all find our own song

Under the government of heaven and earth,

       of right and wrong

And just what do we have that we have not received

From the giver of life, who knows what is right

Though we try to blot out the lines

And we go drifting in either pleasure or pain

After the pieces are retrieved,

             we're just no the same

and I love sacreifice in someone else's life

And I believe in that birth,

after walking the earth

And seeing how all's not so fine

                                 And mighty God is still on his throne

               And I'm still headin' home

 Stormy or smooth

I'm headin' home

Recorded at Trickle Creek Studios

Garberville, California

copyright Don Garrett 

dg ink (BMI)

www dg-ink.net

"I am debtor to both Greeks

      and to barbarians

both to wise and to unwise."

        -Paul to the Romans