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  117.     

The Crazy Man on Drew

the crazy man on Drew
straps a broken bicycle helmet on his head
rides in the rain and the sunshine
and he's old and fat enough to get to get
an attack, but he doesn't
he peddles home in the dark

the crazy man on Drew
walks his dog at midnight
sits on the wall at the hospital
curses at his beagle
cries in the rain

the crazy man on Drew
has a wife and kids
but they have no use for him anymore
unless the flowers they expected that day
didn't arrive
then they call him...
he will listen

the crazy man on Drew
is someone's husband
but that romance has been dead long ago
it shuffles now like a bum
with a grocery cart
looking for cigarette money
in the trash

the crazy man on Drew
goes to church every Sunday
prays to a God
who is all but disinterested in his outcome
the crazy man knows it
but prays all the same

the crazy man on Drew
knows that when he is dead
that his ex by then
will toss out all his books
to Goodwill
he knows it
but what difference will that make
when you are dead, anyhow?

the crazy man on Drew
knows that under the beauty of a rose
is a lot of pricks
and a lot of dim bulbs
make a very bright light
and there in lies
the truth of life after all

the crazy man on Drew
knows he will do something rash one day
hopes like hell
that God will forgive
his friends won't take it hard
his family will forget
and the grave will be silent.
 
r james sterzinger

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  118.     

I'm Giving What I've Got (Lyrics) :

I'm crazy about living.I'm crazy about love.
I'm crazy about giving.I'm giving what I've got.

What I've got's a little money, and a inexpensive car.
What I've got's a little girl I know..
Who knows how to play guitar.

I'm crazy about living.I'm crazy about love.
I'm crazy about giving.I'm giving what I've got..

And if you give it back to me..
I will give it back to you..

'Cause what I've got's a little money, and a inexpensive car.
What I've got's a little girl I know.
Who knows how to play guitar..

I'm crazy about living.I'm crazy about love.
I'm crazy about giving.I'm giving what I've got.

I'm giving what I've got....

Song-Lyrics By Kim Robin Edwards
Copyright 1984,2009..
ALL rights reserved..
 
Kim Robin Edwards

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  119.     

Lost Man Insane

Damn this is crazy, this is crazy, this is crazy…

Because we’ve been separated for the longest time now, but a particular bond has always held us together,
You’re not mine and I’m not yours but there’s still something hidden, deep in between the distance…
When you told me what happened, I wanted to punch down the wall of regret I built around my heart,
No shower can wash me of this uneasy feeling because I was coming back; at least that’s what I thought…
I just needed a little more time… I can’t take it back, or change what is done, what is now or what is reality…
So many times I wanted to call you back and lay bricks to a new foundation, I just never seemed to find the time in me…
Sad to say you were on my list to do, to love you the way a good man is supposed to, the way I was supposed to…
I’m mad at you, but even angrier at my actions, because I let idle time take control of my passion…
My heart finally dropped when I realized this means no more you and us…

This is crazy, this is crazy, this is crazy…

Because that was supposed to be my bundle of joy you carry inside you…
And I was supposed to be the one to help guide it…
That was supposed to be my cradle of life that has been planted deep inside you…
My facial expressions show it, and I don’t think there’s any way to hide it…
I was supposed to be the one that holds it and let it know that daddy is right here…
And I was supposed to be the one to assure it that daddy isn’t going anywhere…
I was supposed to be the one to help nurture and expand its mind…
I’m sorry because I got lost in the world, caught up in all of its shine,
And now it seems I’ve run out of time…

This is crazy, this is crazy, God damn, this is crazy…
 
De'Mario Greene

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  120.     

Young, Crazy, Wild and Free

We were Running around acting a fool 
Breaking  hearts breaking all the rules
We were drinking, spitting cussing 
getting tattoos 
Did anything you dared us to 
wasn't any thing we didn't know 
or haven't seen 
Knew everything by age of eighteen 
Falling in and out  of love with high school honey 
Spending  that plastic money 
Graduation  came around 
Got out of that one light town 
Not ready for settling down 
so much to see
We  young crazy wild and free 

We  were both young just barley eighteen 
Didn't  listen to a thing, we were care free  
Tore up that dirt road fog of dust 
was all you could  see  
Running  on fumes  burned up that gasoline 
But we felt young, crazy, wild and free...

We were young crazy wild and free 
I looked at her she looked at me 
She said lets commit perfect crime 
It's was just matter of time 
Brought out her wilder side 
Like modern day Bonnie and Clyde swore we'd never cross that line 
I stole her heart she stole mine 
I fell for her she fell for me
Young crazy wild and free 

Through out all the bridges burned
 Lessons had been learned  pages were written  
More pages to be turned 
So much more to see
Nothing  like sweet melody of those memories of what we use to be 
Young, crazy, wild and free 
 
Brandon Rhodes

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