JUKE BOX HEROS & HEROINES

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Strider

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“Hey Jack Kerouac” (10,000 Maniacs)

A TRIBUTE to JACK KEROUAC,
Sung by Natalie Merchant,
A Poem by Strider.

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All of us cry for deliverance,
severed from harsh realities,
we choose our own spirituality,
the folks behind the curtain,
say it is wise to do so.
Personal demons haunt
each of us for
all the wrong reasons
or
the right ones he told us.
The dharma king
hung with his bums,
screaming enlightenment
from ethanol schemes, a
poetic dreamer crooning personal turmoil,
stories of a karmic nature.
His muse stung
my core
to the very bone,
he rattled his own,
and saved my life.
I got to love when I was broken.
Jack loved too, but succumbed
to the very thing he had become,
a dead poet.
So, true to his craft,
he drank whiskey
to ease his pain and mine.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Kc_UIK1KlWk
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=q4OQlNZaD4Y

does Pink Floyd work here?

twistedgirl said:does Pink Floyd work here?

Absolutely....

( Welcome to Indiana; Home of Kurt Vonnegut, and John Melloncamp who has never stopped being "one of us" )


Hitching Rides with Indiana Boys


Catastrophes in cornfields rev
children slaughtering wind.
It is a full song harvest
when you are hoboing Indiana.

" Ya know ? "

Wheeling down rows we exhausted
youthful motors. But sifting through
the bounty is just our way
of getting a leg up.

"Yeah and so it goes "

Stopping clocks rock natural
engines; our joke on Illium idiots
walking so tall, not realizing yet
Jesus was just a grease monkey

like us, trying to lube the screws.

And it's all a spoonful of syrup
swallowed with a laugh, and a tear.
Yeah, still hearing the bombed out Zoo
where I had a cage of my own.

That was so many Pink Houses ago.

Yet our pilgrimages were never wrong
hitching rides with Hoosier boys
holding tight to bottles of Beam
as "birds" flipped birds

at that old Dresden moon.

would foreigner be cliche?

[jukebox hero] lol

ANOTHER BRICK IN THE WALL PART 1     - PINK FLOYD

a little girl i was then
sitting in my car seat
momma was a junkie
no shoes on my feet
her collection of CD's
was something i couldn't touch
for a single scrach i
was beat a bunch
momma always sang
with 'em when high
i would hush and
let that music by
then one night
i heard this deeper tune
"momma whats this?"
"Pink Floyd you loon"
i listened close
with little ears
bobbing my head
not sheding tears
"play it again momma"
"hell no you can wait"
so i did for a while
acting like a saint
it came on another night
i digged Rodgers sweet voice
my little head thought
"i'd marry him if he was a choice"
i eventually memorized the lyrics
sang under my breath
when momma wouldn't hear it
she scared me to death
now i'm a teen
with plenty of bread
forever and always
a little crazy in the head
for that bands musics
flows in my veins
that rock 'n' roll
imprinted in my brain

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WHOLE LOTTA LOVE

Bonham smashing his skins as our fervor ascends

lights fade on as the music begins

fervor erupts as JPJ thumps his bass

whooshing wind sweeps my face

front left stage

we danced and laughed

15 and hooked on this musical craft


Not a long time since I "rocked and rolled"

1973

Sam Houston Coliseum

Texas rocking tonight

9 hours hitching rides from North Louisiana

tripping on Hawaiian Indica

"Dazed and Confused"

while the band launches

"Houses of the Holy"


Jamming for hours

Jimmy and Robert front the stage

a moment of respite

then Robert talks of touring the states

"Soulful South" he grins

as Jimmy launches into THE SONG


Whole Lotta Love slams my face

Jet engine guitar coursing my veins

An encore was played

though I don't remember the song

another hit of acid slid in my mouth

as my friends shouted

"on to Dallas for the next show"


http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=FeJkDewhTEw

johnrot said:would foreigner be cliche?

[jukebox hero] lol

nope

Thin Lizzy's (The Boys are Back In Town.
or Pink Floyd (Dark Side Of The Moon)

Boys are Back In Town
          Sitting on a bar stool, where no one knows your name,
same old fuckin' tunes...again n' again n' again
no one lifts there head, not even a tap of feet,
till I go to the juke box n' put in my last request
Heads start a noddin...feet tappin...smiles on drunken faces then the place starts fucking bouncing...thank christ I put my last in the juke box slot... before I did that this bar was going to rot.
Phil Lynott and his Thins graced the room with his song ...plodding back to my seat...trying to fathom what's going on...decided to stay a while...cause the beers just kept on coming...Thank god for Rock musik.
RIP PHIL LYNOTT. Thanks for the good times...and here's to the great times.

Joan Jet .
Now don't say this is crap...'cause I can bet ya you've put a dime in the juke box just to hear her rap.
This time it was at a party when I lived in HongKong...like 100chinese all boppin' to this song, since then i've heard it many times...where it always remembers me 100 odd orientals feeling just like me.

Strider,

Your poem, delivery, content, is like having a filet mignon dinner. It satisfies, no seasoning needed.

Why thank you Writreray...that was kind.

Strider :)

Last Order's At The Celestrial Inn
Last orders at the celestial inn


Time has been called
The walls have been scrawled
With the names of legend
Curtis,Morrison,Lennon,strummer,Joplin and Hendrix
Cobain turned up to
Moon was late as always
Elvis was on the loo.
The walls shine with a crystal lush
The floors transparent invisible to the touch
Lennon buys a round of drinks and stumbles to the floor
Curtis hangs from the rafters a dire warning to all.
Morrison writes poetry in the corner of the bar
He’s shy, eccentric his back against the wall
When he turns his words are like daggers in the mind
Scott-Heron sits opposite his ideas majestic and large,
How could we understand? when are comperension
was so very small.
Hendrix plays guitar while Joplin sings the blues
Moon was late as always
In a room without view.
Cobain laughs at foo fighter’s new album
We laugh as well
We enjoyed this night of nights
But now it’s time to say farewell.

"Lennon-Head"

Dear John
May i call you john?
i cant help feel that the world
is worse off without you.

You dared to imagine while the rest of us
refused to "dream"
like you i never wanted "to be a soldier"
i grew my hair long
puberty allowed me to grow sideburns
i went to spec savers and purchased
a pair of circular gold rim glasses
i got them from you.

Even though i never met you
your influence extends back into my child hood
you  tought me guitar
tought me music
tought me how to write songs and lyrics
you tought me to dream of a better world
you tought me to "imagine.

"Give me some truth"
is what you used to say
man, i have never stopped.
sometimes i think we take that for granted
we still play "mind games"
while some of us like to give peace a chance
we go cold turkey for double fantasy
"instant karma" for "tight ass"
"love" for lovers
"Isolation" still reduces me to tears.
like you i am "watching the wheels"
its like you wrote that song about me
"jealous guy"? you and me both john.

Sometimes i used to dream of you
you would talk to me in your
scouse, drowl
a psychedelic neon glowing
head floating in the corner
of the room
"tomorrow never knows" you said
and as a impressible youth i believed you.
"im coming back mate, somebody got to teach
you how to tune the bloody thing".

And so i dedicate this poem to you.
"The working class hero"
that meant something to me
and like a fistful of cold water
its December the 8th 1980 all over again
time travel is useless,
a fixed point in time and space.
the stark realization
that john Lennon Jedi messiah
of the 21st century is dead
all i can do is wait
for the rise and return
of the Lennon-head.