Tag Archives: Children’s Poetry

Anniversary Re-Blog (Riding Shotgun)

Sometimes I enjoy playing around with children’s poetry…:)

Riding Shotgun

I live inside a turtle shell,
where no one bothers me.
I spend the days in perfect haze,
just dreaming lazily.
I slowly move from place to place,
I’m in no rush to find,
what I don’t know or can’t explain,
for that I don’t have time.
My Buddy is a snapper,
I chose him carefully,
if you don’t want a part of him,
you’ll want no part of me.
We hang around the marshy ponds,
with weeds and mud galore.
I never have to shower once,
now who can ask for more?
Sometimes my Buddy comes inside,
and spends some time with me,
he listens while I talk with him,
he’s real good company.
I live inside a turtle shell,
where no one bothers me.
I spend my time in perfect rhyme,
Why not? I’m only three!

Springsteen Sunday (Vol. 9, Hungry Heart)

Welcome back to the pulpit of Springsteen

Album: The River
Song: Hungry Heart

Hungry Heart is one of those Springsteen songs that everyone knows. Even some of you out there that aren’t Springsteen fans have probably heard it, though you won’t admit it. Don’t worry, I won’t name names but I know who you are.

The interesting thing about this song is that he actually wrote it for The Ramones after watching them perform at a club in Asbury Park, NJ. Producer Jon Landau successfully argued that Bruce would be crazy to let the song go and should keep it for himself. Lucky for us he did.

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The lyrics are kind of dark, talking about a man who leaves his family, but it strangely comes across as a party atmosphere when he performs it.

Got a wife and kids in Baltimore, Jack
I went out for a ride and I never went back
Like a river that don’t know where it’s flowing
I took a wrong turn and I just kept going

[CHORUS]
Everybody’s got a hungry heart
Everybody’s got a hungry heart
Lay down your money and you play your part
Everybody’s got a hungry heart

I met her in a Kingstown bar
We fell in love I knew it had to end
We took what we had and we ripped it apart
Now here I am down in Kingstone again

[CHORUS]

Everybody needs a place to rest
Everybody wants to have a home
Don’t make no difference what nobody says
Ain’t nobody like to be alone

[CHORUS]

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 This clip is from a Garden concert and as is typical for this song at all Springsteen concerts, the crowd sings while he enjoys it. Enjoy the fun.

 

See you down the road.

Springsteen Sunday (Vol.8 Born To Run)

Welcome back to the pulpit.

Song: Born To Run
Album: Born To Run

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Springsteen was 24 when he hoped to write the greatest rock record he ever heard. He began writing it while sitting in his bed one day in a rented cottage a few blocks from the beach in Long Branch, NJ.  It took him six months of playing around in the studio with the sound before he was finally satisfied with it.
The lyrics speak for themselves, are timeless and another example of his poetic nature. Pure Springsteen.

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In the day we sweat it out on the streets of a runaway American dream
At night we ride through the mansions of glory in suicide machines
Sprung from cages out on highway 9,
Chrome wheeled, fuel injected, and steppin’ out over the line
Oh-oh, Baby this town rips the bones from your back
It’s a death trap, it’s a suicide rap
We gotta get out while we’re young
`Cause tramps like us, baby we were born to run

yes, girl we were

Wendy let me in I wanna be your friend
I want to guard your dreams and visions
Just wrap your legs ’round these velvet rims
and strap your hands ‘cross my engines
Together we could break this trap
We’ll run till we drop, baby we’ll never go back
Oh-oh, will you walk with me out on the wire
`Cause baby I’m just a scared and lonely rider
But I gotta know how it feels
I want to know if love is wild
Babe I want to know if love is real

Oh, can you show me

Beyond the Palace hemi-powered drones scream down the boulevard
Girls comb their hair in rearview mirrors
And the boys try to look so hard
The amusement park rises bold and stark
Kids are huddled on the beach in a mist
I wanna die with you Wendy on the street tonight
In an everlasting kiss

1-2-3-4!

The highway’s jammed with broken heroes on a last chance power drive
Everybody’s out on the run tonight
but there’s no place left to hide
Together Wendy we can live with the sadness
I’ll love you with all the madness in my soul
Oh-oh, someday girl I don’t know when
we’re gonna get to that place
Where we really wanna go
and we’ll walk in the sun
But till then tramps like us
baby we were born to run

Oh honey, tramps like us
baby we were born to run

Come on with me, tramps like us
baby we were born to run

I love these clips of his concerts where you can really feel and see the passion of the crowds. This one is from Glastonbury, 2009.

Enjoy

Till next time…..

Springsteen Sunday (vol.6, The Promised Land)

Happy Sunday and welcome back to the pulpit.

Song: The Promised Land
Album: Darkness On The Edge Of Town

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This 1978 album is considered by many to be his very best, and if you take a look at the songs included here, it may be hard to argue that point. The Promised Land is pure Springsteen. His working class message which he includes in many of his songs is one of hope and frustration.

“The Promised Land”

On a rattlesnake speedway in the Utah desert
I pick up my money and head back into town
Driving cross the Waynesboro county line
I got the radio on and I’m just killing time
Working all day in my daddy’s garage
Driving all night, chasing some mirage
Pretty soon little girl I’m gonna take charge.

The dogs on main street howl,
’cause they understand,
If I could take one moment into my hands
Mister, I ain’t a boy, no, I’m a man,
And I believe in a promised land.

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There is a feeling of being powerless in his lyrics, a growing up of sorts that takes you from boy to man with all the realities of life in front of you.

I’ve done my best to live the right way
I get up every morning and go to work each day
But your eyes go blind and your blood runs cold
Sometimes I feel so weak I just want to explode
Explode and tear this town apart
Take a knife and cut this pain from my heart
Find somebody itching for something to start

The dogs on main street howl,
’cause they understand,
If I could take one moment into my hands
Mister, I ain’t a boy, no, I’m a man,
And I believe in a promised land.

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Springsteen’s definition of faith has always had a raw edge to it. He always seems to mirror hope with despair.

There’s a dark cloud rising from the desert floor
I packed my bags and I’m heading straight into the storm
Gonna be a twister to blow everything down
That ain’t got the faith to stand its ground
Blow away the dreams that tear you apart
Blow away the dreams that break your heart
Blow away the lies that leave you nothing but lost and brokenhearted

The dogs on main street howl,
’cause they understand,
If I could take one moment into my hands
Mister, I ain’t a boy, no, I’m a man,
And I believe in a promised land
I believe in a promised land…

 Generally considered one of his best songs, it’s a crowd favorite at concerts. Live from Glastonbury in 2009. It’s always great to see the Big Man blowing his horn again. And of course the crowd….

See you next week.

 

 

Dancing In Graveyards

I shouldn’t dance in graveyards,
they say.
Shouldn’t laugh or play music or
whistle songs we learnt in school.
Graveyard’s not for that kind of stuff,
they say.
I shouldn’t play games on people’s graves.
Disrespectful to those who came before,
they say.
I used to ask who those were and what
before meant. But they just stared at me.
So I stopped.

People stare when they don’t have answers.

People talk in graveyards, sometimes even cry.
No one ever talks back, least not that I heard.
But they keep talking anyway.
And staring.
Mommy plants flowers in the graveyard,
just like in our backyard.
Said Daddy always liked daisies best.
But Daddy liked to dance, too,
and laugh,
and play music.
Maybe Mommy won’t stare and cry so much,
if we do what we did when we laughed.

Before Daddy went to war.

So I asked Mommy and she said next time
we can sing a song.
One I learnt in school.
One Daddy hadn’t heard yet.
She cried when she told me
but that’s okay.
Sometimes Daddy used to cry when we danced.
Sometimes people cry when they’re happy.

Sometimes even when they’re
dancing in graveyards.

 

Riding Shotgun

I live inside a turtle shell,
where no one bothers me.
I spend the days in perfect haze,
just dreaming lazily.
I slowly move from place to place,
I’m in no rush to find,
what I don’t know or can’t explain,
for that I don’t have time.
My Buddy is a snapper,
I chose him carefully,
if you don’t want a part of him,
you’ll want no part of me.
We hang around the marshy ponds,
with weeds and mud galore.
I never have to shower once,
now who can ask for more?
Sometimes my Buddy comes inside,
and spends some time with me,
he listens while I talk with him,
he’s real good company.
I live inside a turtle shell,
where no one bothers me.
I spend my time in perfect rhyme,
Why not? I’m only three!