There's one thing silly about the picture at left. The haircut. Must've been the
one time I ever tried to cut it myself. As you can see, it was a hack job. Don't
ask me to do yours. Not unless you want to end up with a shaved head...that might
be kinda PHUNNE...I had my head shaved back in 1991, and it really was phunne
watching it grow all the way back "out" again.
Featured in this picture is the Epiphone "Texan" model guitar, which was
the first steel string "gitbox" I ever had. I bought it in 1967, and it lasted -
through all kinds of weather and dire straits of various sorts - until 1977, when
it was purloined one night. I sure hope whoever "owned" it next gave it much
Tender Loving Care. If you want to read stories about my original Epiphone,
mouse-click the guitar in the picture.
What will follow in the days ahead is an assortment of songs, all of which have
been played somewhere in America that are anywhere from Slightly Sly All the Way
to Downright SILLY...so, stay TUNED!
OK, now...you've just gotten on the DAWG out there in Montana. There's
one
seat left, next to a wizened old gentleman, who's asleep against the window. You
put your guitar up in the rack, and sit your weary self down. Just then, the
fellow sleeping wakes up and turns toward you. You can smell the last cigar on his
breath..."dead ringer" for George Burns in his nineties! He opens his mouth and
begins to softly croon this song, after he says, "I was looking at myself in the
mirror one morning, and I thought I saw the Beast...Then I got the idea for this
song and sang it to myself...couldn't help but smile, then. It's not too heavy,
simply a wrinkle in rhythmn and rhyme. Hope you like it, John..." (and you
don't even look the slightest bit like John Denver...) See if you can
guess which verse is the hardest to sing without laughing. No kidding.
Really!
What's an empty suit? Someone gets home, takes off their suit, puts it in the
closet and there's Nobody
home...could be a professor or two I've had, a politician without a personal hobby. On rare bad days, it might even be a bench busker...
Werewolves? Vampires? Dope fiends?
Who's zoomin' who?
Shattered dreams grow up to be shattered worlds...
Wrabbitt Wrap? No, diz'are already got fur! Rapid Rap?
OK. We'll put this out on 33rpm
vinyl'n'ya can play it at 78...
Come to the Alchemical Wedding.
No invitation card needed.
Say Pedro Coliché invited you...
Ever see the HARE in the Moon?
...was so hot I froze to death...
Uh...lezzee...upside out, inside down...
(MIX IT UP!!!)
A response to drunken "request-demands"
A very BUSKER specific song
WHAT Devil? Which Angel?
HOW does "time" "END?"
The first verse
Came out SINGING at 5am
After busking one summer night
(Curtain CALL...)
Also Known As: CIRCLE SONG
PSST! I've got some patented slow down pills,
works half-as-fast as the other brands...LOL!!!
Back to the Silly (...sly), side of
Slokum.
*****All materials copyrighted 1998-9 Jesse Slokum*****
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