Poppies

Only piece of bad advice my father ever gave me was that I couldn’t make a living playing with computers. “They call it work for a reason,” he said.

I find it interesting that the world is slowly realizing that you can do something you love and still pay the bills.

he took a job at the mill and worked all his life
because he had to take care of his kids and his wife
he never told ’em about the dreams he didn’t pursue
put in fifty years in a place that he hated
he never complained of the time that he’d waited
to finish the things that he’d always wanted to do

he took a factory job and worked all his days
it pays the bills all right but at night he prays
for a better life for the son who doesn’t fit in
he wanted to travel and see the whole world
but he stays at the job for his boy and his girl
and a wife who just wishes that he knew how to begin

some folks will never care what you do
but then it’s not their job to believe in you
you’ve got to do what you do
for the joy of getting it done
they say the tall poppy gets cut down to size
you’ll never get far believing those lies
it takes a tall poppy
to show the short poppies the sun

“we worked all our lives, and you’ll do the same
they call it work for a reason, it isn’t a game”
that’s what his father said the day his grandfather died
but he couldn’t fit into the box that they’d made
he wanted more than they’d earned for the dues that they’d paid
and he just couldn’t imagine a life where he never tried

some folks will never like what you do
but then it’s not their job to believe in you
you’ve got to do what you do
for the joy of getting it done
they say the tall poppy gets cut down to size
I lived my whole life believing those lies
it takes a tall poppy
to show the short poppies the sun


Upside Down Smile

I played the chords for Best Beloved and she said “It sounds like an invitation.”

I’ve had my eye on you for a while
just thinking of you makes me smile
I wonder if you’d like to go for a walk
or maybe just sit here and talk

you seem sort of quiet or maybe you’re shy
your secretive upside down smile caught my eye
let’s go for some coffee or chocolate or tea
or maybe you don’t notice me

maybe you’re thinking of somebody who
means more than a little to you
maybe the smile is a memory
that has nothing to do with me

the voices around us mean nothing to me
as long as the crowd lets me see
that quizzical smile and faraway eyes
that fill me with mad butterflies

maybe you keep all your secrets inside
with no one for you to confide
maybe the smile is hiding the fears
you’ve hidden from all of these years

the mad butterflies bring you over my way
the secretive smile makes you say
“I wonder if you’d like to go for a walk
or maybe just sit here and talk”


Good Pair of Jeans

I was stuck on the lyrics of another song and decided, about 45 minutes ago, to switch to this idea.

Sometimes a song just needs its own space.

my fav’rite hat is crushed and flat, it’s ragged at the brim
my fav’rite boots are scuffed and scraped and looking mighty grim
my overcoat of black cashmere no longer looks as slim
but nothing beats a good pair of jeans

nothing beats a good pair of jeans
just take a look at these and you’ll see what I mean
blue is best but I’d even wear ’em aquamarine
nothing beats a good pair of jeans

my sweetheart has a couple pairs with legs as long as hers
they seem to fit her well enough and follow her straight legs
follow ’em right to the ground, right where she wears her spurs
no, nothing beats a good pair of jeans

nothing beats a good pair of jeans
turn around and check the mirror, you’ll see what I mean
I’m thinking maybe she should get a pair in tangerine
nothing beats a good pair of jeans

I put all the holes in these; they ain’t no acid wash
I got some from Levi and some others from Oshkosh
wear ’em when I sit and read, wear ’em when I nosh,
’cause nothing beats a good pair of jeans

nothing beats a good pair of jeans
look down at your own and you’ll see what I mean
blue is best but I’d even wear ’em aquamarine
I’m thinking maybe she should get a pair in tangerine
if you know Captain Kangaroo you can even wear ’em green
nothing beats a good pair of jeans
no nothing beats a good pair of jeans


Into Town

This started creeping into my head and I couldn’t slow it down.

Just warming up for 333 this month.

Into Town

Think I’ll go into town, pick up some things
Piece of screen for the bathroom window
Hook for the front door so it don’t bang
When the wind blows

Set down this coffee
slip on my outside boots
head into town

Guess I’ll go into town, pick up some things
Laundry soap maybe a dish pan
Extra fork for when the kids come
Do what I can

Set down this coffee
Slip on my outside boots
Get outta this rocker
And offa this porch
Head into town

Ought to go into town, pick up some things
Few pairs of socks when I got somewhere to go
Maybe a few tapes I could play
Or a tube for the radio

I’ll set down this coffee
And I’ll slip on my outside boots
I’ll get outta this rocker
And offa this porch
Then I’ll get to the shed
And fire up the truck
Head into town

Time to head into town, pick up some things