Ghost Town

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I sauntered into the haunted saloon

placed myself carefully on a stool at the counter

nobody was there but a bunch of ghosts & me

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~

The barmaid, Holy Mary, uncorked a bottle of grace

poured me a shot

the shot glass looked empty

but I knew, yes, I knew

the shot glass was now full of grace

“the Lord is with thee,” I said to the barmaid

she smiled gently

a replica of the Milky Way galaxy in each eye

a crucifix above her head

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~

“What’s a crucifix doing in here?” I asked

her reply:  “This is the ghost town called Love, remember?”

an awkward grin tilted my head sideways

I gulped down what she had served

& left a generous tip

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photos

3:10 to Yuma

1957

&

Holy Mary / Tumblr.com

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A Ghost Town Called Love

http://aghostttowncalledlove.yolasite.com

by

Rawclyde

!

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3:10 to Yuma

~

I want to ride again on the 3:10 to Yuma
Thats where I saw my love, the girl with the golden hair
Not a word between us was spoken, the silence never was broken
But before she left her eyes said a sad good bye, sad am I, sad am I

To think of the chance that I missed
I could cry to think of the lips left unkissed
Perhaps she’ll ride again on the 3:10 to Yuma
And I can meet my love and tell her how much I care

Though I have no reason to go there
And there’s not a soul that I know there
When the 3:10 to Yuma leaves if I have the fair
I’ll be there, I’ll be there, I’ll be there

~

sung by

Frankie Lane

~

~

Felicia Farr

3:10 to Yuma

1957

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Tug Boat

So I

up

 n’

float

~

In

my

old

   tug boat

~

Across

the

desert

skyyyyyyyy!

~

And

as

I

float

~

I

cross

the

moat

~

In

Oh My God’s

loving

eeeeeeeye!

~

So

watch

me

float

~

 In-

to

the

 remote

~

Sometimes

low

and other times

 hiiiiiiigh

~

Above the

head

of the

 little big-horn goat

~

 It’s just

me

in my

 old tug boat

~

That speck of

dust

up there

   passing by…

~

Deep Desert Blues

by

Rawclyde

!

Here She Come Flying Low

In

the golden

twilight

glow

~

Here

she

come

flying low

~

Flapping

her

owl

wings

~

As

the

desert

  sings

~

She’s the demon

queen

of my single man’s

life

~

Come to taunt

in the night

he

 who has no wife

~

He who

has

no woman

  to hug

~

He who

lives

in this haunted

tug

~

In

the golden

twilight

 glowwwwwww

~

Here

she

come

flying lowwwwwww

~

From

a

purple

plateau

~

Where I

no

longer

 go

~

Where she

lives

in

 a cave

~

Where she

made

me

her slave

~

Here she come

like

a

 wave

~

Here she come

to

en-

grave

~

Me

on

the

handle of her gun

~

I’m

just

a-

nother one

~

A fool

who

went

astray

~

Thus comes

the end

of

  another day-ay-ay-ay…

~

~

Deep Desert Blues

by

Rawclyde

!

artwork

by

Boris Valleho

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Tell Me Another One

~

Go ahead

Old Tramp

tell me

all about it!

 ~

How you found a

mule with wings

and a human face

n’ caught it

 ~

In Deep Desert

when you

 were lost n’

almost dead

 You flew this laughin’

jokin’ critter

to the edge of the

nearest town, you said

 ~

Which was one

hundred

miles

away

 ~

Ah

well

a

day!

 ~

They found you

ass-up n’ naked

with your head buried

in the ground

 ~

They plucked

yer head out n’

yer eyes, you said,

were spinnin’ all around

 ~

You’re

quite

a

guy

 ~

Tell

me

anudder

lie!

 ~

I like that one

about

the comet in the

Deep Desert sky

 ~

How

when it

sped

by

Flying

so

close

to the ground

 ~

It lit yer

campfire

n’ then

 turned around

 ~

And lit yer

cig-

ar-

ette tooooooo

 ~

And

this

was

when youuuuuuu

 ~

Were without

a match

 a-shiverin’

 in a cold night dew

Go ahead

Old Tramp

tell me anudder one

that ain’t no way true!

 ~

Deep Desert Blues

by

Rawclyde

!

Silent Night

~

Silent night, Holy night
All is calm, all is bright
Round yon virgin, mother and child
Holy infant, tender and mild
Sleep in heavenly peace
Sleep in heavenly peace.

Silent night, Holy night
Son of God, love’s pure light
Radiant beams from thy holy face
With the dawn of redeeming grace
Jesus, Lord at thy birth
Jesus, Lord at thy birth.

Silent night, Holy night
Shepherds quake at the sight
Glories stream from heaven above
Heavenly hosts sing Hallelujah
Christ the Savior is born
Christ the Savior is born.

~

Cool Clear Water II

~~~

     The new stranger on the scene unslung the canteen from his shoulder in an easy manner and held it out to her.  The canteen dangled at the end of the strap held in his hand ~ swung like a pendulum in front of Ruthie’s sun-charred face.  The great gift of life, water, enticingly splashed around inside.  Ruthie could hear it.

     So Ruthie grabbed the canteen ~ unscrewed the lid ~ gulped ~ handed it back empty.  “Thank you,” she said.  She kept smiling a smile that began twitching.  Water dribbled down her chin.

     The feller with the fairy-tale hair shook the canteen next to his ear ~ heard the brand new emptiness inside ~ sadly frowned.  He neglected to screw on the lid which was attached to the canteen by a chain ~ slipped the strap back over his shoulder.

     “What are you doing in that ditch?” he said.

     “Having the time of my life,” said she.

     Ruthie couldn’t stop smiling since she had downed that delicious draught of aluminun-tainted canteen water.  She was smiling as if her pants were on fire and she a ticklish smokestack.

     The feller held out his hand ~ helped Ruthie out of the ditch.  He was pretty strong ~ like he had unloaded a boxcar or two in his lifetime.

~

The Road Princess & Eternity

http://roadprincess.yolasite.com

Rawclyde!

~

photo

http://www.dirtyangels.net/Lucretia

Lucretia

~

Cool Clear Water

~

All day I’ve faced the barren waste

Without the taste of water

Cool water

~

~

Old Dan and I, with throats burned dry

An’ souls that cry for water

Cool

Clear

Water

~

Keep a-movin, Dan

Don’t you listen to him, Dan

He’s the devil, not a man

Spreads the burning sand with water

~

Dan, can you see that big green tree

Where the water’s runnin’ free

It’s waitin’ there for me and you

~

The nights are cool, I’m a fool

Each star’s a pool of water

Cool water

~

~

But with the dawn I’ll wake and yawn

And carry on to water

Water

Water

Water

~

Cool

Clear

Water

~

Cool

Clear

Water

~

~

songwriter

Bob Nolan

~

photos

Jennifer B Thoreson

~

You Are So Beautiful

~

You are so beautiful
To me
You are so beautiful
To me
Can’t you see

~

~

You’re everything I hope for
You’re everything I need
You are so beautiful to me
You are so beautiful to me

~

~

You are so beautiful
To me
Can’t you see
You’re everything I hope for
You’re every, everything I need
You are so beautiful to me

~

sung by

Joe Cocker

~

photos

U.S. Olympic Star Sylvia Fowles

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