~A Good Days Trip~

I’ll trip the walls of your creation if you,

In turn, will save my soul!

It is time to lay down my guns,

My shields, my sunglasses and face the world.

Face life, death, love, hate, ruin, sadness

And happiness.

 

Still remains the question –

“Mother, did the wall need to be so high?”

It is hump day here in the Valley of Despair.

Can I go out and play – pray?

No?!

Let me live! I want to live.

 

I sit here now smoking a cigarette

And drinking a beer.

Listening to Bach on the radio,

I ask where is the path –

East, west, north or south?

I want you to hold me tight,

Knock me down, drag me around,

Let me know everything is going to be alright.

 

We belong in a world where nothing is wrong.

That is what dreams are made of.

So dry your eyes,

Leave all the tears inside.

Come take a chance down by the Oceanside.

 

Can you feel it?

The change is coming. Nothing is the same.

Why can’t things stay gold?

Because everything is for sale just to be sold.

 

Can you hear it?

The music floating through the breeze?

It’s Jimi, alive again!

Give the people what they want

And we want and we want!

The cycles of time go ’round and ’round.

I ask you – who beats the funeral drum?

Not Stevie Ray.

 

I can hear it now,

A guitars voice coming to town.

Where have those friends gone?

Why did they leave when we needed them most?

Where is Jimi now?

What happened to Janis?

And why won’t MoJoRisen write in?

I can see the taxi waiting,

But Mr. Chapin  has lost his license

And Bonzo’s drums sit in silence.

I can hear it now.

 

We belong in a world where nothing is wrong.

That’s what dreams are made of.

So dry your eyes,

Leave all the tears inside,

Take a chance down by the Oceanside.

JvLs