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Main Street, As Night Follows Day   1 comment

Main Street Rain (1 of 1)_edit art blogMain Street — Image by kenne

a poet in Conroe 

standing
on the corner
looking down
main street.

 it was raining.

 I was in my
short sleeves.

 cold

but I like the rain.

I stood by a
lamp-post.

nobody came by.

who would
on a night like this.

 maybe a poet
in need of
wordsmithing
of this moment.

as night
follows day
it will happen.

some night,
just not tonight —

there will be a poet
in Conroe.

— kenne

“You Can’t See Main Street from Wall Street” — Six Years Out   1 comment

daves-crawfish-boil-6084-overlay-blogDave Pierce — Images & Video by kenne

daves-crawfish-boil-6090-blogApril 12, 2009 Dave had friends and family over for a crawfish boil, after which he played guitar and sang some of his songs.  One of the songs was the recently written, “You Can’t See Main Street from Wall Street.”

Chorus
You can’t see Main Street from Wall Street, any more.
The wolves of Manhattan keep us Standards, Poor.
A trillion more dollars, just borrowed on time.
But who signed your name, on the long dotted line ?
kenne
(Click here to see Flickr photo set)

We’re Gonna Spend Some Time In Tucson — Two Years Out   Leave a comment

Tanuri Ridge – Rainbows — Image by kenne

Two years ago this month Joy and I moved from The Woodlands, Texas, to Tucson, Arizona. When our friend and singer/songwriter, Dave Pierce heard of our move, he wrote the following:

     

     We’re gonna spend some time in Tucson.

     Watch the mountains wear away.

     Gonna spend some time in Tucson,

     Where the moment makes the day.

 

     We’ll eat the sunrise for breakfast,

     Have blue skies for lunch.

     For dinner, ponder on a falling star,

     Least, that’s our hunch.

 

     We hear a song from The Old Pueblo,

     Calling out our name to dance,

     We’ve got to leave for Tucson,

     While we’ve got the chance.

 

     Gonna spend some time in Tucson.

     Watch the mountains wear away.

     Gonna spend some time in Tucson,

     Where the moment makes the day.

What better place to live life to its fullest — Tucson, where the pace is laid back, making it easy to live in the moment. 

Dave is a very good singer-songwriter who has a fulltime day job in the oil industry. In 2009, Dave shared a song he had written about the recession — “You Can’t See Main Street from Wall Street,” which I recorded at a crayfish boil at his house.

kenne

You can’t see Main Street from Wall Street, any more.

The wolves of Manhattan keep us Standards, Poor.

A trillion more dollars, just borrowed on time.

But who signed your name, on the long dotted line?

 

If we aint got a dollar, we aint got a dime.

So let’s spend a trillion, we’ll all do just fine.

Just print some more money; we’ll use the red ink,

We can pay off our loans, to hell what they think.

 

You can’t see Main Street from Wall Street, any more.

The wolves of Manhattan keep us Standards, Poor.

A trillion more dollars, just borrowed on time.

But who signed your name, on the long dotted line?

 

So get the press running, print money galore.

We’ll pay off the house, buy a car, shop some more.

We’ll cut banker’s bonus, by at least 10 percent,

And they can get it all back, from the money we rent.

 

China owns Wall Street, Japan owns LA.

Their just the landlord, who cares what they say?

They get their rent, from the dollars we print.

Aint that why we make ’em, down there at the mint?

 

If we cant afford, the roof overhead,

Let’s keep our hands in our pockets, try renting instead.

There’s lies in the smiles, the slick bankers wear,

He’s smarter than you, that’s why he’s there.

 

You pay him to borrow, then you pay off his debt,

You’ll pay off some more, you aint heard of yet.

The kids can take over, it’s their turn to pay,

Don’t do as we do, just do as we say.

 

You can’t see Main Street from Wall Street, any more.

The wolves of Manhattan keep us Standards, Poor.

A trillion more dollars, just borrowed on time.

Who signed our name, on the long dotted line?

Who signed our name, on the long dotted line?

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