Song lyrics part 14. A new one! I have not written lyrics in two decades, but this just came to me in few minutes in last summer. It's not deeply serious, though it has some sociological undertones. Not refined or though out in any way, just a quick one rough draft. It's a tragicomedy. 

 

                                                     Back to Amish

 

Now i am the kind of guy, that used to play in a band

I have two small tattoos, and savings around a grand

Never cared about the commies, but around the middle is where i stand

Just want things to be real, if that sounds like a plan

 

I am going back to amish, from living in a wrong side of town

I am going back to amish, done with this two-faced clown

I am going back to amish, pack my stuff and say hello

I am going back to amish, The greatest rock'n'roll show

 

All the prophets of candy store, said this was a thing to do

One day on a walk, It finally came out of the blue

From all this modern bullshit, technology and greed

Now what Jesus would do, and i said, probably

 

I am going back to amish, from living in a wrong side of town

I am going back to amish, done with this two-faced clown

I am going back to amish, just doing it silently

I am going back to amish, under the radar quietly

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

   

 

Song lyrics part 13. This was recorded as a single in 2003. Unreleased single, pressed only for private use. It's pretty gothic as a lyric, song itself was a country song. 

 

                                                                Thunderblack 

 

Heavy skies blow north again

Babtized with a southern name

Crusified in this prison rain

Still got some bars to blame

 

When our love is burned by the wind thunderblack

When our passion is burned by the sin thunderblack

When our fire is burned by the rain thunderblack

When those crows are turning grain thunderblack

 

That night we went driving

Desperados of blue sky mining

Settled down in this place

Making shadows for clouds to race

 

When our love was burned by the wind thunderblack

When our passion was burned by the sin thunderblack

When our fire was burned by the rain thunderblack

When those crows were turning grain thunderblack