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|    Will Dockery to Peter J Ross    |
|    ''Fadeaway Encounter'' by Will Dockery-H    |
|    18 Feb 08 00:31:23    |
      XPost: rec.arts.poems, alt.arts.poetry.comments, rec.music.folk       XPost: alt.music.lyrics       From: dockery@knology.net              "Peter J Ross" wrote       > In rec.arts.poems on Wed, 13 Feb 2008 14:00:11 -0800 (PST), Will       > Dockery wrote:       >       > > Fadeaway Encounter       > >       > > Life is looking lighter       > > I done thrown some lucky dice.       > > Packed my trunk, I'm leaving       > > float down south to paradise.       > >       > > Going fishing in the morning       > > with a chicken that knows my name.       > > Said the sky fell down last night       > > after the poolhall went insane.       > >       > > Fadeaway encounter       > > through black hills and green water.       > > If I win the lottery I swear       > > I spark your daughter.       > >       > > Everything costs too much       > > In this dirty old town.       > > So we mostly stand on the corner       > > clicking our heels around.       > >       > > Seen Ranger on the court sqaure       > > about as high as I can see.       > > Mumbling about how it ain't fair       > > he didn't shoot no deputy.       > >       > > Told me about the old man       > > Arbuckle is dead.       > > Then he started to grandstand       > > went and let it get to his head.       > >       > > Fadeaway encounter       > > through black hills and green water.       > > Don't ask me cause it all depends       > > float downstream, then float on farther.       > >       > > I said mister can you help me       > > my pontoon's sprung a leak.       > > She told me that she loved me       > > then sold me down the creek.       > >       > > They run me from the backyard       > > to Smith Station backwater shield.       > > No I don't run no stop signs       > > but I always tend to yield.       > >       > > Yeah once I had a true love       > > Like all my friends she's dead and gone.       > > That night she pledged her time to me       > > came down on me like wood on bone.       > >       > > Fadeaway encounter       > > Through black hills and green water.       > > I'd give you a cigarette       > > if I only had a dollar.       > >       > > Went down to the courthouse       > > to talk about back support.       > > I said hey man I can't afford       > > to keep this boat afloat.       > >       > > He's the king of Shadowville       > > eats what he kills       > > he's a self made man.       > > Good luck to you all,       > > someone has to take the fall       > > he'll smile when he shakes your hand -       > >       > > The preacher man was snarling       > > I swear he had blood in his eyes.       > > The middle of Summertime       > > but these streets are cold as ice.       > >       > > Everything I'm saying       > > let me make it perfectly clear.       > > The hanging judge has no pity       > > rules this town with fear.       > >       > > Fadeaway encounter       > > through black hills and green water.       > > I have to remind myself this time       > > I remember that I forgot her.       > >       > > Floating by the backlots       > > Chicken's got his spurs on now.       > > He's got his big red hat on       > > raving about some gospel plow.       > >       > > I said mister can you tell me       > > how can a chicken know my name?       > > He said son       > > all the little people know your name.       > >       > > Aliens ants and angels       > > green monkeys in the trees       > > Common folks in offices       > > that kill you by degrees.       > >       > > Fadeaway encounter       > > through black hills and green water.       > > I swear if I play this game again       > > I'll trade this boat for a helicopter.       > >       > > -Will Dockery (words) Henry Conley (music)       >       > What a bee-ootiful poem, Dockery!       >       > Genious!              Thanks for taking the time to read and comment, Peter.              --       ''Fadeaway Encounter'' by Will Dockery-Henry Conley (mp3):       http://www.myspace.com/willdockery              "Ozone Stigmata" by Will Dockery-Henry Conley (video):       http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=bxfl_7KvFcc              --- SoupGate-Win32 v1.05        * Origin: you cannot sedate... all the things you hate (1:229/2)    |
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