drjohnnyfever8

[drjohnnyfever8]

Old Diablo.

Riding my way down to old Diablo.

Sun on my back as I kick up the prairie dust.

Took the fork to Little Rock canyon.

It’s still a three day ride for an old alley cat like me.

I was not looking for trouble, yet it still found me

Now there’s a dead man lying in potter’s field.

I skipped town and headed for the boarder.

A winding trail stretch’s out before me.

There I came across Captain Jenkins wagon train, heading west,

Camped out on a dry river bed, not yet kissed by the winters rain.

I Bedded down with them, talk of Sioux and black hawk Indians to the north.

This old alley cat sleeping under this wagon till the cool morning light.

While the sun rolls across the mountain tips and warms the wild prairie dogs.

I’ll drink black coffee as dark as the night sky.

I’ll Wish them well and carry on my way down to old Diablo..

[drjohnnyfever8]

No Man’s Land..

 

Sitting here in this trench

Bombs bursting over head

Really upset young shaky Bob

His nerves have gone, but not the rain

A river of mud for as far as the eye can see

Rats, fleas and bully beef

In this place they call passchendaele

There’s nothing here to be seen

But a sea of body parts and corpses 

As the bombardment falls silent 

An eerie stillness falls over no man’s land

The call of fix bayonets 

Whistles and over the top we all go

Walking, running, dazed, confused 

The sound of ta ta ta is the fire 

spitted out by the Jerry machine guns

Death and darkness all around

They told us, it’ll be a cake walk

What a party it turned out to be

Young men dancing on the wire

This pals battalion has been ripped to shreds

Bert shot himself in the foot, last week

Anything to get away from the mud and the stench of war

Don’t really know why we’re fighting 

So many dead, for just a few more feet of mud

The Great War, its the war to end all wars, 

That’s what they used to say

But I’m sure they’ll be monuments to the fallen

A place for mothers to lay there flowers

For the son that never returned

Wear that poppy on your chest, 

To remember all the boys laid to rest.

[drjohnnyfever8]

On the Other Side of the Wind..

On the other side of the wind, where the wild winds blow,

there’s no looking back to a place that use to be,

I can’t share this world with you,

I’m just chasing shadows in a dark place,

tell me, what type of insane asylum is this.

a blind man can see the silence in the dark,

that’s when the beast comes out to play,

I stand in the shower and scream.

a moment that’s spent in a lifetime ,

it’s all tucked away for the day,

it’ll be fine, let’s just enjoy the sunshine,

and go dancing on the rainbows.

running on empty, with a fire in my belly,

you have your own journey,

you can’t come along on mine,

from the bright sunshine, to a light that’s now dying,

to a place I belong that I don’t belong too..