Drum Song

Come all of you people and gather around.

I got snake oil and medicinal things for sale,

they've been gathered from a thousand places along the trail.

With traders from the four corners of every land I have dealt,

don't even know what most of this stuff is myself.

I just let the market decide what's fair,

my motto is, ‘let the buyer beware’.

      Welcome to Snake Oil Sales!

The Love Story

You know folks…

There’s a lot of writing in this world.

A lot of writing.

But for as much writing as there is – there’s only one story.

For all the writing there is, there’s only one story.

Now I learned this truth in the deep deep prison places.

And while pinned to the wall without pencil or paper -

I had to think:

And while locked, in that cell, I did dote, and I did dwell

on all that God has placed between heaven and hell.

I heard beautiful sounds, singing without a doubt.

Wonderful throats, lending themselves to help the song out.

I have to admit, they didn’t mean that much to me,

those kind of voices come and go,

but the song lives on eternally.

A singer is no singer if he does not sing from the heart.

An actor no actor if he don’t play the part.

And a writer don’t know one word

if he don’t know that there’s only one story,

and it must tell itself,

the writer… can’t be… in a hurry.

The walls were very close, the light quite dim.

The place was so hard and thick I could not get my body out

and only the truth could get in.

At first time passes slowly,

but eventually it becomes like the scenery,

it’s real and all around you,

but it’s something you don’t really see.

Where there are no mirrors you can’t reflect on yourself,

but you ponder your existence and then you doubt.

You ask again and again, ‘what good did I ever do?’

even a cookie jar holds more treats than you.

The anger comes and goes, you want to blame,

you call out the killer and the victim’s name

and hear they are the same.

You get sick and sit crunched in a ball,

you grab at your hair and pull in fright,

never in a thousand years could I ever imagine  

this would be my life.

Now I could shout volumes that were ponderous and oblique.

Speak of the strong and the meek,

talk about the distance between the day and the week,

but knowing that I can,

takes the shine off being that kind of man.

Hey - Bullshitting don't mean I lie, I only tell the truth till I die.

It might be hid a story or like Elvis in the sneer of a lip,

but it will be there for anyone who can get it.

Like a floor that is painted out in stars,

some will notice it's pretty,

others that a few of them twinkling lights

are small and white, look, that one’s red and bright.

The patterns are there for those who see to see;

 that floor was painted by me.

But the stars that the dots on the floor represent,

who paints with a brush so full it gives soul to life?

Who builds worlds of families, loves and strifes,

who gives the madman his knife?

A sleeping baby is picked up by a mom

and oh she hugs that child like he's going on a trip

and will be gone for so long.

You struggle and you give it all you've got

but still you don't succeed

till you reach deeper than your gut.

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And there's only one story.

It goes... like... this:

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Hint to me that I can have this moment,

just reach up behind your head

and pull the binding twine, then hand me that thread.

I will use my fingers to comb the hair from your neck,

take the rings from your lobes and make your ears naked.

Rub your forehead and kiss your eyes

till your lips swell full and turn red.

All the day will be gone,

your face will be completely undressed.

Fast air from your throat, wild thoughts in your mind

sweat from your pores casting odors

that I can claim as mine.

You released everything you could let go

I jumped upon that wave and rode, without asking:

'where... do... you... go?'

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Now thank ya folks. Thank ya

for listening to the one story…

the love story.

Now I’m a going to invite you to join me for a story.

It’s a true story, it just hasn’t happened yet.

So come and join me for a yarn

as Snake Oil Sales presents

“I Wander Around”.

My name is Wing.

and thank ya again so much for listening.