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Back To the Track, Jack
BACK TO THE TRACK, JACK
For easy balance
No need to go to extremes
Walk a wide tightrope
…..
…..
CHOO CHOO CH’BOOGIE – Vaughn Horton, Denver Darling, and Milt Gabler.
Headin’ for the station with a pack on my back
I’m tired of transportation in the back of a hack
I love to hear the rhythm of the clickety-clack
And hear the lonesome whistle, see the smoke from the stack
And pal around with democratic fellas named Mac
So take me right back to the track, Jack
Choo-choo, choo-choo ch’boogie
Woo-woo, woo-woo ch’boogie
Choo-choo, choo-choo ch’boogie
Take me right back to the track, Jack
You reach your destination, but alas and alack
You need some compensation to get back in the black
You take a morning paper from the top of the stack
And read the situations from the front to the back
The only job that’s open needs a man with a knack
So put it right back in the rack, Jack
Choo-choo, choo-choo ch’boogie
Woo-woo, woo-woo ch’boogie
Choo-choo, choo-choo ch’boogie
Take me right back to the track, Jack
Gonna settle down by the railroad track
Live the life of Riley in the beaten down shack
So when I hear a whistle, I can peep through the crack
And watch the train a-rollin’ when it’s ballin’ the jack
Well, I just love the rhythm of the clickety-clack
So take me right back to the track, Jack
Choo-choo, choo-choo ch’boogie
Woo-woo, woo-woo ch’boogie
Choo-choo, choo-choo ch’boogie
Take me right back to the track, Jack
Take me right back to the track, Jack
Analysis
ANALYSIS
Deep night finds blossoming in dawn, where light
And shadow crystallise into a dream
Fit to enchant the dormant mind that might
Forever seek in vain to find a seam.
And is it with the day the mind begins,
Or is it that the mind begets the day
For light to rid the onion of its skins
And tinker with the clockwork in the clay?
Things change, things change beneath Eternity,
And when analysis shall have an end
What will remain? Beside a gallows-tree,
A victory banner floating on the wind.
In And Out The Flesh
IN AND OUT THE FLESH
Sometimes we return here
Other times return there.
Conjecture; construction.
Both imaginary.
It’s neither here nor there.
The Cruellest Month
THE CRUELLEST MONTH
On the twenty-first
Ten years ago
Your son
Claimed this annual
Memorial.
On the twenty-fifth
Two years ago
My wife
Stepped up
To take her own place.
Shoulder to shoulder they,
Shoulder to shoulder we.
Another burden,
Beacon, memorial.
Nothing but memory
Stands the test of time.
And some day
One day,
One fatal day
Not even that.
That’s A Relief Then
Sep 2
Posted by Ben Naga
THAT’S A RELIEF THEN (One for Charles)
There
Is
Nothing
Wrong
With
Humanity
Genocide
Wouldn’t
Fix
Fortunately
They
Are
Working
On
It
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