Music Hall

Conor Rickard _{on Google}

May 11th, 2022

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A (open b) / C / D / F (let high e fly halfway through)
His mother once told him she would give him a penny for every freckle he owned
And she made sure no one in the house would give the dust a name
Only knowing the hand of his father, he grew up like seconds ticking on a clock
He, the sunshine, and that man would wake up, down a pot of coffee, wipe one tear from an eye
And go out to work all day, stop for dinner, then work a little more
One day he saw him kicken and sreamin that somethin' wouldn't work
Cussin up a storm.
That's the day the angels wrapped around him
That's the day he decided he would enjoy broken things
Even if he Could fix em'
They gave him the name of a saint, and he wasn't scared of things he didn't know
He made love to susie under the Cottonwood, Upon the brush, Beside the creek
And that's all he thought he'd ever, evr, eva, eva need
And now, when he's out there in the sunshine, it seems
That time passes
Like a song on a green radio
Singin a song by a man named Bob Dylan
Singin
'Everything is broken'
an' I kinda like it that way
/let the solo rip'
end the song there/
Titles are for fascists
- 1 Zillion Penny's -
. . .
This poem wasn't really for anyone in particular. I'm more a loner than to do that.
While we kiss hello, my son -- there are no goodbyes. just an insignificant down at shoes.
simply another kind of love.
Dear,
Stephanie Richards
Pat Benetar
Sadie Dupuis
Adrianne Lenker
Odetta
Joni Mitchell
Alice Bags
Mrs. Miron
Mary Timony's boyfriend
Stories in the mode of Cambell -- and about a decade's worth of barely letting go.
sup.