Movie stars are really just our brothers and sisters, our cousins, mamas’ pops too cute, yup
Nobody knows when they’re a baby or a youngster that it’ll happen, but it sure does happen
The kids all rock if they can and some of them get stoned to the music of the gangster pups
Tried the funny things that parents would never allow, on the cuff and on the lam, moral sin.
Whiskey out the bottle or beer in the six pack of Colt.45, either way the launch above beyond
Winds up three sheets to the north wind, back up against the wall and with a cowboy rewind
I recall my strapped gene autry pistols, put ‘em on backward like hop along Cassidy, too high
Wasn’t the Cisco Kid or Poncho, but I rolled just like the sunrise and sunsets in the west sky.
Bottles and cans full of the liquid cool and hot stuff of the cosmic soup, trailer trashed to heck
Devoted to ending of days, bringin’ them for you and nobody else but where you’ll go, I know
Find yourself in the rewinding position of the vacuumed void of the Space and Time too late
Nobody knows and everybody cares about the last breath in your and my face, it’s God’s fate.
Price is too high to be paid by the tiny mortality you get to move about in, 208 bones, trugrit
True of false, it’s the way of the middle of the road, down the center, getting to the doom soon
Talking begins and ends right there at the start, before the finish line, echo the shouts of s#it
Complicated mess of a hodgepodge, remember what your daddy said, get crazy as a fool loon.
It could’ve been Tuesday but it’s already gone, Eagles flew into a volcano’s hot, holy chastity
Burned the feathers and cooked the skin and bones, like thanksgiving turkeys of Notre Dame
Completed missions of the flights and sorties we flew for the sake of the motherland’s gravity
Too dark and grey when it’s rainy, so just drink it all away, change the alcohol into my fame.
On the train’s express or the jet’s non-stop flight into the Twilight Zone between yo’ ears, see?
It will all come out in the wash, no way to change it, always same as it was way back, ah blood
Mixed up with all of the data and information that was given as a favor to the kids of old Eve
Awaken from the slumber of the dream you can’t recall, it’s the life you had, now you be dead.
Got you and your sisters out of the trailer park’s sweet foam before you got too drunk to be
A good boy and nice girl, for the parents of the space cowboys under the feet of the papal see
It’s right and wrong, it’s good and evil, It is what It is, A MIRACLE, to be alive in this dream
Lovers and sinners all meet at the crossroads where It all must go, then vanish, then scream!
by
r j j stephan, i
c. September 23rd, 2019 A.D. @ 5:55 PM P.S.T.
{ drafted movin’ on to #MaryJanesLastDance by Tom Petty and the Heartbreakers on youTube link @ https://youtu.be/L5pHM-o2_Dk }
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