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9.11.08

My own private Beatles III


I'm not sure if there's a point to this story, but I'm going to tell it again. So many other people try to tell the tale, not one of them knows the end... It was a junk-house in South Carolina, held a boy the age of ten along with his older brother Billy and a mother and her boyfriend who was a triple loser with some blue tattoos that were given to him when he was young, and a drunk temper that was easy to lose and thank god he didn't own a gun! Well, Billy woke up in the back of his truck, took a minute to open his eyes... he took a peep into the back of the house and found himself a big surprise. He didn't see his brother but there was his mother with her red-headed head in her hands. While the boyfriend had his gloves wrapped around an old priest trying to choke the man...

Ah Ah Ahhh...


Billy looked up from the window to the truck threw up, and had to struggle to stand. He saw that red-necked bastard with a hammer turn the priest into a shell of a man. The priest was putting up the fight of his life, but he was old and he was bound to lose... the boyfriend hit as hard as he could and knocked the priest right down to his shoes... Well, now Billy knew but never actually met the preacher lying there in the room. He heard himself say, "That must be my daddy" then he knew what he was gonna do, Billy got up enough courage, took it up and grabbed the first blunt thing he could find. It was a cold, glass bottle of milk that got delivered every morning at nine...

Ah Ah Ahhh...


Billy broke in and saw the blood on the floor, and he turned around and put the lock on the door. He looked dead into the boyfriend's eye, his mother was a ghost, too upset to cry, then he took a step toward the man on the ground, from his mouth trickled out a little audible sound. He heard the boyfriend shout, "Get out!" And Billy said, "Not till I know what this is all about", "Well, this preacher here was attacking your mama", but Billy knew just who was starting the drama. So Billy took dead aim at his face and smashed the bottle on the man who left his dad in disgrace, and the white milk dripped down with the blood, and the boyfriend fell down dead for good Right next to the preacher who was gasping for air, and Billy shouted, "Daddy, why'd you have to come back here?" His mama reached behind the sugar and honey, and pulled out an envelope filled with money, "Your daddy gave us this," she collapsed in tears, "He's been paying all the bills for years"! "Mama, let's put this body underneath the trees and put Daddy in the truck and head to Tennessee", just then, his little brother came in holding the milk man's hat and a bottle of gin singing,

La la la la, la la la la, yeah
La la la la, la la la la, yeah
La la la la, la la la la, yeah
La la la, la la la... La la la la, la la la la, yeah
La la la la, la la la la, yeah
La la la la, la la la la, yeah
La la la, la la la...
La la la la, la la la la, yeah
La la la la, la la la la, yeah
La la la la, la la la la, yeah
La la la la, la la la la, yeah

Well now you heard another side to the story but you wanna know how it ends? If you must know the truth about the tale, go and ask the milkman.

31.10.08

My own private Beatles II


You don't understand me, but if the feeling was right you might comprehend me. And why do you feel the need to tease me? Why don't you turn it around, it might be easier to please me. And there's always another point of view, a better way to do the things we do. And how can you know me and I know you? If nothing is true... Why do you think that you are doing? But who is the fool, the fool or the fool that you are fooling. And maybe I just don't see the reason but in the corner of my heart your ignorance is treason... You think you know how I feel, it's not that big of a deal, there's no such thing it's not real. You don't understand me, but if the feeling was right you might comprehend me. And I don't claim to understand you, but I've been looking around and I haven't found, anybody like you...

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30.10.08

My own private Beatles

So if I were to just lay in silence
And see if you would take control,
These stones below me then may become violent
And they will wrestle me, pester me, mess with me
Just tryin' to free your soul...




Speak to me and don't speak softly
Talk to me and let me know
Grab hold of my shoulder and tell me

Grab hold and do not let go.



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