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Trampolines

by Bill White

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I drive around from Saturday nightt to Sunday morning Sometimes when the sun comes up I dont realize its Sunday My time has run down My luck has left me in the lurch The girls Im cruisin are on their way to church Im a Saturday night man Looking for a Sunday mornug girl If I was smart, Id give up the search Because Im stll drinkin and all the girls are thinkin about Is makin it on time to church Sunday us for sleeping not for praying Theres pleny of time for that in the working week On Sunday afternoons Im channel surfin and it aint the Holy Father I seek Im a Saturday night man Looking for a Sunday mornug girl If I was smart, Id give up the search Because Im stll drinkin and all the girls are thinkin about Is makin it on time to church People round here call me an infidel Born to hang, then assigned to Hell But truly and simply Im a Saturday night man Looking for a Sunday mornug girl Who will take my heart in her hand Im a Saturday night man Looking for a Sunday mornug girl And all I want us a one-life stand Im a Saturday night man Looking for a Sunday mornug girl If I was smart, Id give up the search Because Im stll drinkin and all the girls are thinkin about Is makin it on time to church
2.
a man doesnt need to be loved the way a woman does i get tired of complaints from the guys on the job that their wives dont love them any more its just that shes got other things on her mind than the attention your so hungry for and that is as it should be as it is and as it was because a man doesnt need to be loved the way a woman does she always needs you to hold her to be kissed and caressed and adored she needs you to love her every day and each day a little bit more im telling your straight but you might not believe it You are here to give love, not to receive it because a man doesnt need to be loved the way a woman does the love flows from the mother to the child the days are gone when love ran wild the love that flows through both of you is just a real and just as true but you dont need to be stroked and kissed its all for the baby now a man doesnt need to be loved the way a woman does the way a woman does
3.
One percent of the population Controls most of the money That is a recipe for civil war But there is another one percent The ones who died in the pandemic That is the one percent Im crying for The other one percent People dying Still some people say that its a hoax They are so numbed by political manupulation They cant tell the parasites from the host There arent so many parties In the second floor apartment Nobody is dancing in the street The only light thats shining Is a red trigger moon Shining on the sweat of a million sheets My four year old daughter Has no one to play with They have closed down all the parks and schools There is a party in the harbor And the lady of the reeds Is waiting to receive that ship of fools
4.
You ask me where did all the good songs go You sure aint gonna find them on the radio Instead of all the garbage in the whisperscream Try listening to the songs of the singer in the street chorus Or tell me what you liked about the good old songs Help me figure out what Ive been doing wrong sometimes i wonder what i keep doing this for but Im still writing Im still singing You just not listening any more reeat chorus Im still singing about people who have lost their way Confused and betrayed by the games people play My songs go to the places where the poor people live And Im singing about them with all the love I have to give I sing about a world that no longer turns I sing about the fires that forever burn I sing about the migrants who work for little pay I sing for everyy blue sky that has turned to to gray Maybe it because I dont wear a big hat they think that I dont know where its at Or maybe I have lived to long and seen too much Maybe that us why I am out of touch repeat chorus
5.
He was a hippie Christian At the entrance to the mall A bible held above his head As he preached the ressurrection and the fall Then came Lovin' Molly Down the escalator stairs Batting her green eyes at him And fingering the ringlets in her silver hair She kept moving closer Soon they were face to face He quoted a bible verse or two Told her she was headed for a fiery place "How do you know" Lovin Molly asked "That I have not aready been saved? Ive just returned from morning mass For as a Catholic I have been raised." "If you have Jesus in your heart Then follow me into war And join the Jesus Army Come with me and sin no more Molly just smiled and asked him What was his given name When he said "Jeremiah" She said "Gerrie's my middle name." "You must be a Jew for Jesus" Lovin Molly said with a grin "No, Jeremiah is the name I was given On the day I was born again." Jeremiah and Lovin Molly Arrived at the house where the Jesus people dwelt An elder tore the necklace with the peace sign from her neck And told her she was going to Hell Jeremiah told the elder To fuck off and die Then took his Lovin Molly To a hotel room that night Where he told her that if God disapproved Of their lovem he would give them a sign And as he gently entered her Lightning fell from the sky So without holy blessing They lit the venal torch When Lovin Molly woke up She found her suitcase on the porch Jeremiah went back to his spot at the mall And preached the gospel truth At lunchtime he was invited To a Tete a tete for two And so it went on day by day for the better part of a year In the middle of every sermon Another devil woman would appear Lovin Molly grew fat with child Then got sick and died She vanished innto the ether Leaving nothing but a necklace and a peace sign left behind Now if your looking for a moral in every stupid song you hear keep in mind that when a man writes a song hes usually filled up with whisky and beer take the story of Jeremiah\ and lovin molly for what it is a one night stand that will be remembered every night that bastard lives
6.
He was a typical drunken bastard Beat his wife Lost his kids Forgiven but never forgotten I know who he was and what he did Now he cant get out of bed His butt is just a bone Watching history on he war channel Abandond and alone Beneath the ugly cruelty Traumas from the war Nightmares still absorb him The pain of being poor A mean and crusty son of a bitch but he never lost his sense of fun and the end of every day My dad swam nude at the YMCA He was the sailor who married the admirals daughter Had four kids but wasnt much of a father Worked on a team to put a man on the moon Spent a night in a tree through a cajun monsoon Couldnt stand Kennedy but he cried when he was killed Its a crime against the country when a presidents blood is spilled Hated Molly Brown she was sinkable for sure But he loved Vincent Price and Victor Mature He was a racist but Old Man River was his favorite song to sing He thought shakespeare used too many words without saying anything He coached little league baseball. liked to watch the children play But most of all my dad like to swim nude at the YMCA Now he cant get out of bed His butt is just a bone Watching history on he war channel Abandond and alone Suffered hell in the pacific at the battle of Midway But its all over now. At the end of the day My dad swam nude at the YMCA
7.
i want you to eagle rock me till my thing turns cherry red then im gonna boogie your woogie till i break all the slats in your bed but first there are some things you gotta know if you want to stay out of jail and pass go never put a pencil in your eye never tell the little ones a lie never put your hat on a bed dont put plastic bags over your head dont put a roman candle in your mouth you might get your brains knocked out never put a window near the shower Youll lose your life within the hour you should buy a table and some chairs Or the ligaments inside your bones will tear never take an insult on the chin never tell your mother where youve been never tie a piece of string around a mans dick dont cut off the head of a chicken when youre sick never wear some clothes when theyre not the right size never kill a moth when youre swatting flies never hustle a man qho wears a dead mans shoes leave the boys alone when they play the blues never trust a short man with a big rear end never cross a river when youre near the bend never take a dollar bill from a drunk never dive for something that has been sunk never take a home made pastry from a witch never pull a wounded man from a ditch never knock on a door if it is locked never accept a diamond ring that has been hocked never start anything in the back seat of a cab that cant be finished before reaching your pad if a man is short dont kiss the top of his head never buy a house that has been repainted red if you follow all these things i say if you follow all these things i say if you follow all these things i say if you follow all these things i say if you follow all these things i say i might just let you live aother day
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Barricades 02:55
told myself i was one of the good guys although i was the muscle for the neighborhood's numbers racket and i killed a kid in cold blood coveting his cashmere jacket now the furies buzz around my head i sweep the ashes from the bed i made and i reload my rifle on the wrong side of the barricade always told myself i had many friends but in truth i only used them to smuggle in untaxed cigarettes and break the arms of immigrants when they fell too far into debt now i wear the mark of deadly shame conjugal love was just a game i played before i was enlisted to the wrong side of the barricade i thought i cared about my fellow man until i gave the order to silence the ones who surrendered and when i took a torch to skins of jellied gasoline i saw the hell i had engendered now im standing tall behind a shield preparing to throw my last grenade at the ghosts who are engraved forever upon this barricade
9.
Somebody came knocking at my door Trying to sell me a piece of candy I said I dont know who you are And even if I did, I dont have any money handy You say I am evil because I refuse to lend a hand But its not me that is evil It is the vengeance of the land Back off buddy get away frim my door Take it on the arches Dont come around her no more My brain is on fire Its going u[ in flames I didnt bring the evil. It was here before I came Im gonna tear off your shirt Burn you with my brand Im the messenger that sends the vengeance of the land I no longer comb my hair My scalp is getting crusty My toenauls fall unto my socks My teeth are getting rusty My wife finds me contemptible because Im going blind she doesnt want to hear a thing that crosses through my mind Bood and mllk are made to spill AIDS taught us that love can kill So cover up take six steps back ir Ill send you home in a gunny sack Damn the postmans drippy nose Damn the lady who washes my clothes Damn the kids who trick or treat Damn the beggar in the street In better days id wish you well Today I damn you all to hell Its not me that is evil Its the vengeance of the land
10.
I should have held onto that ten dollar guitar Its worth ten thousad bucks today Just of many vanluable things That I threw away The time was ours What did we do with it? Watched it pass on clocks in school Watched it pass in cubicles As it slipped into the dark from the dawn We watched it pass till it was gone How did you pile up so much money Working two bit jobs Were you a stockmarket speculator Or just a sleazy, crooked slob? The time was ours What did we do with it? Watched it pass on clocks in school Watched it pass in cubicles As it slipped into the dark from the dawn We watched it pass till it was gone The last valuable thing of mine I let go without a fight Had we held on for one more night The world might have been ours tonight The time was ours What did we do with it? Watched it pass on clocks in school Watched it pass in cubicles As it slipped into the dark from the dawn We watched it pass till it was gone
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Shakespearem He said it all before The Bible said it too But they were talking to someone else This is me talking to you There is a high wind rising It blows from east to west Blowing all the birds Back into their nests Now mama bird said to papa bird I swear I heard a snake Papa bird searches every branch Using his beak like a rake He combs through each leaf most carefully No snake can be found found But down below there is a man in the back of a truck Singing “Alabama Bound” “Alabama Bound” “Alabama Bound” I swear I heard Leadbelly singing, “Alabama Bound” On the streets of Burmingham The scene is so much worse A woman was walking through a no-cop zone When a pelican stole her purse The mayor believes that dogs can talk And elephants can fly But he doesnt belueve it s such a big deal When a million honey bees die Taking a walk to the grocery store Takes an iron will What goes up doesnt always go down Just ask the ghosts on Pork Chop Hill Some old whore tries to get me to touch her She is all infected and dirty She wants us to talk about the good old days When she was exceptionally pretty Trying to get to the Carolinas Driving with Texas plates But the highway patrol blocking the border Wouldnt let me into the state So instead I headed for Florida Thunking Id slice a little sand But the beaches were lined with refrigerated trucks Taking the dead to a better land The love birds and the hate birds Are learning new songs every day All the songs they used to sing Are being thrown away Two ears can pick it up in stereo One ear listens to mono And the birds that flew out of Frisco Never made it to Capistrano Im “Alabama Bound” “Alabama Bound” Im looking down And I swear I heard Leadbelly singing, “Alabama Bound

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released September 1, 2020

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