“This old porch is just a long time
Of waiting and forgetting
And remembering the coming back
And not crying about the leaving
And remembering the falling down
And the laughter of the curse of luck
From all of those sons-of-bitches
Who said we’d never get back up.“
Guy Clark is a Texas-born singer-songwriter who turned 70 at the end of last year. Another Texas singer-songwriter, Lyle Lovett recorded Clark’s first song, which was never recorded by Clark — “Step Inside This House.” I love this song, its lyrics and what they mean to me. Take a few minutes to listen to this song in the video below and enjoy the feelings you experience. Maybe the poetic words will mean something to you.
kenne
“Step Inside This House”
(Guy Clark) That picture hangin’ on the wall Was painted by a friend He gave it to me all down and out When he owed me ten Now it doesn’t look like much I guess But it’s all that’s left of him And it sure is nice from right over here When the light’s a little dim
Step inside my house Babe I’ll sing for you a song I’ll tell you ’bout where I’ve been It shouldn’t take too long I’ll show you all the things I own My treasures you might say Couldn’t be more’n ten dollars worth But they brighten up my day
Here’s a book of poems I got From a girl I used to know I guess I read it front to back Fifty times or so It’s all about the good life And stayin’ at ease with the world It’s funny how I love that book And I never loved that girl
Hold this piece of glass Up to the light comin’ through the door It’s a prism glass I found on the road Can you see that little rainbow Well it’s not really a prism I guess It just broke in a funny way I found it on my way from Texas Headed for L.A.
This guitar was given me By old man Thomas Gray It’s not too much to look at But I pick it every day It’s been across the country Four or five times I guess Between me and old man Tom It never got much rest
Well that’s about all I own And all I care to I guess Except this pair of boots And that funny yellow vest And that leather jacket and leather bag And hat hangin’ on the wall Just so it’s not too much to carry Could I see you again next Fall
“This old porch is just a long time
Of waiting and forgetting
And remembering the coming back
And not crying about the leaving
And remembering the falling down
And the laughter of the curse of luck
From all of those sons-of-bitches
Who said we’d never get back up”
This Old Porch — Photo-Artistry by kenne
They’ll Love You When You’re All Alone — Image by kenne
