MEAN LIKE BAGGAGE

CRUSH MY MIND
WITH WORDS LIKE RAZOR
BLADED CUTS
IT DOES NOT FAZE HER
HOW COULD I
BE SO AMUSED
TO WANT YOU WALKING
IN MY SHOES

SHOES OF BLOOD
WORN WARRIOR SKIN
EAT THE PAIN
OF COUNTLESS MEN
STAND ALONE
ON BURNING STEEL
LISTENING TO
THE WAY YOU FEEL

DEAD YET LIVING
EATING DIRT
TELL ME HOW
YOU FUCKING HURT
JUDGE MY DEEDS
DECIDING FOR ME
JUST HOW LITTLE
YOU ADORE ME

STUDS OF SILVER
IN MY BONES
LEATHER SKIN
THAT LIVES ALONE
EYES LIKE HAWKING
SCREAMING SKY
I MAY STUMBLE
BUT NOT DIE

MESMERIZING
WORDS THAT TREMBLED
EARS OF DEAF
ARE NOW ASSEMBLED
SITTING TIGHT
AND SITTING LEAN
SITTING SITTING
SITTING MEAN

MEAN LIKE BAGGAGE
STILL UNTRAVELED
THOUGHTS AND FEELINGS
ALL UNRAVELED
FLIGHTS TO NOWHERE
JUST TO SAY
I TRAVEL EACH
AND EVERY DAY

Bobby Jameson Dec 5, 2008

A LIVING STONE

OUT ALONG
THE BOULEVARD
LIFE IS SHORT
AND TWICE AS HARD
WHERE LIVING STONES
HIDE ALL THE LIES
DISCARDED THERE
BY PASSERS-BY

MIRROR SKIES
REFLECT OURSELVES
LIKE PLATES AND CUPS
ALL STACKED ON SHELVES
FOOLS PRETEND
TO LAUGH AND SMILE
BUT WE ARE DYING
ALL THE WHILE

MAKE BELIEVING
WE ARE FREE
WE DRINK THE WINE
AND SIP THE TEA
OR MAYBE SIP
THE WINE INSTEAD
I'M NEVER SURE
OF WHAT WAS SAID

LITTLE BISCUITS
FOR A MEAL
TOUCHED TO LIPS
OF COLD ROLLED STEEL
DAINTY BITES
INTO THE SKIN
KILLER LOOKS
LOVE AND SIN

SUSHI BARS
ALONG THE WAY
SINNERS GATHER
JUST TO PRAY
CHAMPAGNE BRUNCHES
CRYSTAL SPOON
AT SUPPER TIME
A SILVER MOON

COGNAC SMILES
AND SEXY CHAT
HANDS THAT GIVE
A LITTLE PAT
SOME TOGETHER
SOME ALONE
WILL SOON BECOME
A LIVING STONE

Bobby Jameson June 4, 2008

THE LOVE THAT CAME

SADNESS KNOWS
NO ONE SO WELL
AS THOSE WHO HAVE
NO ONE TO TELL
THEIR SECRETS TO
SUCH LOVE AND DREAMS
AND LONELINESS
AND HOW IT SCREAMS

LOVELY THOUGHTS
OF GARDEN'S GLORY
LIFT THEMSELVES
INTO A STORY
TOUCHING WHERE
NO ONE HAS BEEN
AND WHISPER WORDS
LIKE LYING MEN

WHY DID SHE
FALL IN BELIEVING
LIPS THAT SPOKE
BUT WERE DECEIVING
PROMISED LOVE
THAT NEVER BLOOMED
GENTLE PETALS
FINELY DOOMED

GLASS LIKE FEELINGS
ALL HAVE SHATTERED
LIPS OF SMILES
NOW GONE AND SCATTERED
LEFT LIKE LEAVES
IN AUTUMN'S CHILL
THE LOVE THAT CAME
THAT DAY TO KILL

Bobby Jameson May 12, 2008

FROM HER LIPS

SHE UNLIKE
THE WORLD SHE WALKS
UNLIKE THE SAVAGE
STINGING HAWKS
OF DAGGER THRUSTS
THAT SOME WOULD WIELD
SHE MORE LIKE
THE FLOWERED FIELD

DESPERATE DAYS
OF OTHER'S QUEST
SHE SEEKS PEACE
AND LOVING REST
AGAINST
THE TREACHERY OF LIES
SHE SEES WORTH
INSIDE YOUR EYES

SOFTLY GRACEFUL
MOVES AS FLYING
SHE CAN HEAR
A LOCUST CRYING
TOUCH A BIRD
AND GIVE IT BREATH
WALKS BETWEEN
EACH LIFE AND DEATH

CRAWLS INSIDE
A SIMPLE STONE
SPEAKS TO WATER
AS HER OWN
AND LIFTS THE AIR
WITH FINGER TIPS
UTTERS MAGIC
FROM HER LIPS

Bobby Jameson May 11, 2008

MYSTERY MEAT

MYSTERY MEAT
IS WHAT I LIVE FOR
GOD IT'S SWEET
I'D ALMOST DIE FOR
JUST A TID BIT
NOT A BUNCH
MYSTERY MEAT
IS GOOD FOR LUNCH

NO TO COCAINE
NO TO BOOZE
MYSTERY MEAT
IS WHAT I CHOOSE
EVEN IF I'M
ON THE FLOOR
I GOTTA GET
A LITTLE MORE

NEVER EAT
ANOTHER MEAL
EVEN IF
I HAVE TO STEAL
LEST IT BE
A MEAL COMPLETE
WITH LOT'S OF YUMMY
MYSTERY MEAT

Bobby Jameson may 11, 2008

BIG SPOKE WHEEL

TURNED ON HEAVY
RIDIN OUT ALONG THE HIGHWAY
LIKE THE SUNDANCE
TWO WHEEL KID...DIG ME MAMA
I'M A WHITE LINE TELEPHONE
PICKET FENCE DANCER
LORD THE DUAL HEADED
SPOKE WHEEL SKID...GOOD GOD
THE DUAL HEADED
SPOKE WHEEL SKID

I'M A BAD DUDE RIDER
DIG THE GRAVEL CRUSHER MAMA
DOIN THE BOOGIE
ON MY HANDLE BARS... NOW LISTEN TO ME
I'M THE BLACKTOP BOOGIE MAN
CHAIN WHEEL DRIVER
MAKIN RHYTHM LIKE A GAS GUITAR
MAKIN RHYTHM LIKE A GAS GUITAR

SPOKE WHEEL SPINNIN LIKE A WINDMILL MAMA
DANCIN IN THE SUN
RIDE LIKE A WILD MAN TWO WHEEL COWBOY MAMA
TRAVELINS NEVER EVER DONE...NO MAMA
SAY TRAVELINS NEVER EVER DONE...NOW LISTEN TO ME
SAY TRAVELINS NEVER EVER DONE

I'M A CONCRETE CHOPPER
DIG IT CAPTAIN AMERICA
YA GOT TO RIDE UM LIKE YOU FEEL...NOW DIG ME MAMA
A HIGHWAY MOTIVATOR
AND A HELL BENT ANGEL
JUST A RIDEN ON THE BIG SPOKE WHEEL...NOW LISTEN TO IT
JUST RIDEN ON THE BIG SPOKE WHEEL

Bobby Jameson 1969

LITTLE BIRDS

LITTLE BIRD
BROKEN WINGS
EYES SO SAD
NO VOICE THAT SINGS
WHERE ARE YOU
IN HEAVEN'S PLAN
ABANDON IN
THE SPACE OF MAN

LITTLE BODY
SPIRIT STRONG
WILL PEOPLE EVER
SAY THEY'RE WRONG
OR WILL THE ECHO'S
OF THEIR WORDS
JUST BREAK THE WINGS
OF LITTLE BIRDS

Bobby Jameson Jan 6, 2009

SILVER BEADS AND STONES

MEAN IS MEAN
I STAY AND WAIT HERE
LYING TRYING NOT
TO HATE HERE

BROKEN ARROWS
ON MY FLOOR
NO ONE'S COMING
TO MY DOOR

EAGLE FEATHERS
IN MY HAIR
I COUNT MY SCARS
IN SILENT PRAYER

DEER AND ANTELOPE
MY COAT
SILVER BEADS
AND STONES I TOTE

SMOKE THAT CARRIES
UP MY DREAMS
MY EMPTY LODGE
MY SILENT SCREAMS

SHIFTING SHAPES
MY WOLF APPEARS
FREEING ME FROM
HUMAN FEARS

SACRED PATH
BEYOND EACH WORD
THINGS NO ONE
HAS EVER HEARD...

Bobby Jameson Jan 3, 2009

GREEN GLASS

MOSSY DREAMS
RISE LIKE SMOKE
FROM MY MIND
PATCHES IN TIME
LIFE UNWINDS

AMBER MOOD
STRETCHED OUT
LIKE A HIGHWAY
PASSING SIGNS
TALL PINES

LIFE IN THE MIRROR
LOOKING BACK
OVER MY SHOULDER
INTERMITTENT MEMORY
MY REVERIE

LONG COOL DRINK
FROM A COKE BOTTLE
MADE FROM
GREEN GLASS
THINGS PASS

Bobby Jameson Dec 29, 2008

I AM THE PERSON YOUR PARENTS WARNED YOU ABOUT

I DON'T KNOW
WHAT YOU SEE
I SEE BEAUTY
IN WHAT YOU CALL UGLY
I FIND HOPE
IN WHAT YOU THINK IS NEGATIVE
I LIVE THROUGH
WHAT YOU AVOID
I AM
WHO YOU DON'T WANT TO BE
I SAY
WHAT SHOULDN'T BE SAID
I HAVE DONE
WHAT YOU WILL NEVER DO
I HAVE DIED
TO FIND MY LIFE
YOU LIVE
HOPING NEVER TO DIE
I AM NOT
LIKE YOU
I NEVER WAS
I WAS ALWAYS
ON THE OUTSIDE
I STILL AM
I AM
MY OWN GROUP
YOU BELONG
TO A GROUP
YOU HAVE
FRIENDS YOU CALL
I CALL
ON THE WIND
I CALL
ON MYSELF
I AM THE PERSON
YOUR PARENTS WARNED YOU ABOUT

Bobby Jameson June 30, 2008

BIRTH TO DEATH

INSIDE THE ROCK
INSIDE THE TREE
BEING THEM
THE LIFE THEY SEE

BREATHING TIME
I WATCH THE SUN
THE EARTH THE SKY
WE ALL ARE ONE

CATCH THE WIND
WITH ANCIENT HAWK
BE THE TRAIL
WHERE WOLVES HAVE WALKED

EVERY PEBBLE
EVERY STONE
EVERY SINGLE SEED
THAT'S SOWN

I THE WE
TOGETHER BIRTHED
GLORY FOUND
IN THINGS UNEARTHED

LIKE SACRED MAZE
AND ICE COLD FLAME
BETWIXT BETWEEN
THERE IS NO SHAME

DISTANCE HAS
NO SUDDEN END
AS LIFE AND DEATH
ARE BOTH OUR FRIEND


BIRTH TO DEATH
WE WANT TO JOIN
TWO DIFFERENT SIDES
BUT STILL ONE COIN

Bobby Jameson June 18, 2008

JUST ANOTHER AVERAGE DAY

LOVE NOT ME
INSIDE MY STONE
OF BREATHING MIST
LEFT ALL ALONE
IF I COULD BUT
PURSUE YOUR EYES
I'D SEE YOU LIKE
THE MORNING SKIES

KITCHEN COFFEE
WAKE UP SLEEPY
MEMORIES
THAT MAKE YOU WEEPY
SIPS OF DREAMS
THAT TOUCH YOUR SKIN
YOU REMEMBER
OTHER MEN

THEY WHO CAME
THEN WENT THEIR WAY
LEFT THEIR CLOTHES
BUT DID NOT STAY
TOO FEW WORDS
IN THEIR DISGUISE
ALL THE THINGS
THEY SAID WERE LIES


WINDOW PANE
LIKE RAINY TEARS
LOOKING BACK AT
ALL THE YEARS
WHERE WAS LOVE
THAT CAME TO STAY
ON JUST ANOTHER
AVERAGE DAY...

Bobby Jameson June 17, 2008