Rodeo Ready by Norman Tween

Rodeo Ready

Rodeo Ready

Here is a song about Rodeo Ready
he could ride a horse real steady
and he sang his songs all night long
to his lovely darlin’ Betty
That’s Betty Ready

She said,
You can ride and twirl a rope
and sing like a chickadee
why don’t you sing on the radio
and not just sing for me.

So that’s when Rodeo Ready
when down to the radio

He said,
I’m Rodeo Ready
and I’ve got a song or two
I always sing these songs for Betty
but now I’ll sing them all for you.

So he sang his songs and they looked on
and then they had this to say,
We like your songs and the way you play
and thanks for coming by today,
but
You’re not radio ready,
no siree
You’re not radio ready.
Leave your card in the hall with Eddie,
Mr Rodeo Ready.

So Rodeo Ready went home to Betty
he said,
I sang my songs in the bar so strong
but Them old dudes said I sounded wrong.
They said you’re not Radio Ready
and to leave my card with Eddie
Cause I’m not Radio Ready.

So who is this Radio Ready said Betty
I swear he don’t mean nothin’ to me
And if he’s so good”
on the radio already he’d be.”

So now ya’ll know Rodeo Ready
never got on the radio
and he went back to
singing his songs alone to Betty
Well one day he became a dadd-ee-o
Folks showed up when the child was born,
and asked them, “What’s the baby’s name?

Well Betty looked at Rodeo

Rodeo looked at Betty

“We’ll call him Radio Ready
He’ll be Radio Ready.

And on the way home
Betty she moaned
“Did you leave your card with Eddie?”

Lyrics by David Michael Jackson and Norman Tween
Melody by Norman Tween
Guitar by Andy Derryberry

Photo Clipped from Why the Cowboy Sings


From

Copyright 2014 All Rights Reserved

Life Was Easier Then

It was so much easier
when we just had Elvis
and Walter Cronkite
we knew who could sing
and we got the news right

Yes life was better back then
we had a dining room and a den
and we didn’t have a garage full of stuff
and we threw our trash off a bluff

and our sink holes were full of cars
and it never made the news
and we didn’t give a damn about Mars
and fancy shoes

And Aunt Marie fixed
potatoes and pinto beans
and there were these new things called
blue jeans

Oh all the fields are big now and the farmers are gone

Oh what price we paid for our fancy homes

and they took our trash with a big giant hand
when the suburbs swallowed the sons of the land

 

 

Jackson

She Left Me all Alone Poem by Harvey Blasnik

angst

 

She left me all alone

 

She left me all alone

with these old bones

which I rattle together like

stones, like

tablets and memories of God

who,

leaving  bones,

left me alone

with words

so I curse Him with words,

You don’t exist and

that’s the end of it,

Buster you are so out of here,

So get your robes and books and

make like a tree and

leave

and take your Bang with you

It wasn’t so Big

and there were other Bangs around

they say

in fact

They

have gone as crazy

as you.

 

 

Imperfect Camera | Poem | David Michael Jackson

imperfect camera

imperfect camera

We are such
an imperfect camera
we keep so few images
and our lens
is always fogged
our data is stored so imperfectly
that surely God
went digital a long time ago
We have no backup
for our images
and don’t record sound very well
except for the music of our voices
which we use to try to
save some data in the newer storage units
I can write things down but I cannot
cannot
cannot
make you see that look in my father’s eyes