Truth of Living 1My story is a story about four people. One of those people is me, and none of the others are on the stage behind me. They are the reason for my music, for my songs, for my being. They are, gosh, I mean, you think you have it tough. So many people suffer. Who is to say that everyone doesn’t really suffer the same. Here’s my story. It was summer. In Alabama, it gets hot. Real hot. But that didn’t bother us one bit. We had all the fun four friends could ever possibly have. There was me, Biff, Sue, and Barbara. Now, Biff and I had grown up together, literally. Our birthdays were day apart and we’d lived in the same houseTruth of Living 1
Doubles 4It was 6:45. He still had a while before he was supposed to meet Sicily and her friends here.Doubles 4
Jack stood outside the bar, bathed in the glow from the neon lights. His hand moved to his pants pocket. What else was there to do? He turned on his heels and marched to the nearest pay phone. His hand wiped away the imagined sweat from his forehead as he lifted the phone up and dropped in his coins. He then pulled out that slip of paper. This was it. He dialed the numbers.
Ring ring ring A cheery woman answered the phone and greeted him. “How may I help you?” she asked. “Hi, this is Jack, Jac
The Little BirdieI saw a little birdie And he never sang to me I never once got to hear His dainty melody. Amongst his little friends The birdie sang around But did he ever sing to me? No, I never heard a sound. Then one night as I prepared for bed A lovely tune I did hear And saw the little birdie come And sing loudly in my ear. Since that fine day he's greeted me The same way every day Singing his own little birdie tune And he always knows what to say. But why this birdie suddenly came And has been charming as a prince? Well, the reason why, I cannotThe Little Birdie
FadeI tried to hold on To the last words you said As I crouched in the rain Under a dripping leaf Replaying the last words you typed That vanished from the screen Shaking in the cold From losing the feelingFade
Of your warm embrace And pondering the meaning Of that final glance Of that final smile Before I turned away And you became but a memory Slowly slipping away
My hands are too cold
To clutch the phone And my body is too numb To simulate your warmth And those words That glance That smile Cannot be conjured
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