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Blue devil

Blue Fox: star of festival and funtimes in Vermont and beyond has a new album! I haven't heard it yet. Blue is, and has always been, a friend of all things Billy.

Look for Blue Fox where ever there are bands and guitar players who play and sing The Blues.

Sister says
She loves you.
She loves you.
Her love is true.

Sister went
to be in tune
she played guitar
beneath the moon.

When you hear her
singing her song
she'll tell you when
you should sing along.

And, yes, she loves you
She says she does
and that isn't all 
that she loves.

Sister says
She loves you.
She loves you.
Her love is true.

See her perform
on the ridge
with her quitar
and a band of linemen.

She rocks the bar
she rocks the town
when she's around
no body wears a frown

See her jam
and crescend beyond her range.
The crowd's stomping and dancing
and shakng the grange

She hits a note
so high
The crowd can't believe.
She sings what she wrote
about her guy
without who
she'd never concieve 
a love so true
she almost can't believe.

You love her true.
She loves you too.
What is left for both of you to do?
hope around and wear down
your shoes
listening to this band playing the
sometimes blues.

Sept 20, 2014

troubled and pained 
they say he's insane
they say he's insane
but he just troubled and pained

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You'd think I'd have morphing pages by now? But to read it is hard when the words are all spinning.

If you think
that you know
that you had
what you said
from before 
and you knew
what I told you 
that you would
on that day 
and you stood
on the lookout
in the rain
and you took
all the pain
and cancelled it then.

Someday
when the wind is cold
and the night is long
and it's lonely 
and you're all alone
think of me
and sing this song
and it'll 
all be OK.

I heard a song about
how beer cans eddied
around his leather couch
and to the crack at the bottom of the door
they were sucked up to
when the flood waters
with drew.

I suppose
that ever tree
that ever grew
in any field
it grew
because it wanted to yield
it's fruit
to You.


I know
you can hear me
in the far away
and the long ago.
You need not fear me
if maybe
you do.



You do
You do
You dooo oo
oh, ya you do
you have a love that's true
you really do.


Digging all the roots in the yard
I've been hopping to it
And now is the time
to really do it.
I've got the Sometimes Blues
Let's keep praying for the safety.
of true believers who have something to loose.
If you don't take a chance
You might never know
which way the wind will blow
because you'll never be out there
in a blizzard of snow
With love all around you
that you don't even know.
Winter in the forest
on an old pair of skis
And, yes it's really cold
With a nippley breeze.
If you don't take a chance
If you don't ever dance
If you don't ever sing to a song that you love
Will you find anything
if you don't ever seek
will you ever find?

Digging all the roots in the yard
We'll be putting some of them back
so they can grow again next year.

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eventually things get right again. Up all night, sleep all day, writing novels at 3:33 A.M., to tired to sleep

7:39 P.M. Sept 28, 2014

All Year

and till the end of time

Celebrate Christ!

Celebrate 
 Christ!  

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boinging oing oing oi ing.

terse, not worse.
whatever happened to that
   annoying popup red devil milk man sprite
who sued the web company for using his mug
in their popup interface fussy-el-tell-ya?

oh great friend red friend who is really an angel.

My red friend 
was really sweet
He was like a chocolate
that you'd love to eat.
Bitter to some
because they don't like him
But they have never tried 
to understand his grin
And he makes a joke
that they don't get
and they fill their world
up with regret
They don't like his size
his height or his tone
They are really awful
something that rhymes with color (a joke).

When you write a song
and it's the first pass
you leave in mistakes
that will be fixed some day
when you sing the song
and play.

All night long
if you listen to the wind
you can sleep in your car
and hear the things that start again

All day you sat
on the big sea wall
and you never answer the phone
though everybody call.

when you write a song
and it's not good yet
you just have words
and lot of regret
bad choices for themes
and bad themes or remorse
and an audience that isn't getting it
and it isn't a choice.

When I wrote this song
It was just the first pass
I was stuck in my head
my heart was out of gas
and I couldn't get a spark 
or even a fume
and I didn't know where to go
to get those things that would let me resume.



Do ya do ya do ya love me?
do ya do ya really care?
Do you do you do you want me?
Will you meet me on the dancing stairway
that leads up to the stars
or down to the church
or over to the dancing sands
down below an egles perch.


Dancing into Heaven with you, love
What I'm trying to say
is that if this is forever
then it's really OK
And I don't want to not be with you
though you'll soon have to go
So I'm telling you truthfully
what you already know

Two sodas and a lime beer.
We really liked to dine here.
We really love to shine
and glow
with the one who we know
we know.

Two gobblets of a fine beer.
We drinking with the kind fear
of what we hope to find
our lover of same mind
and put our hearts near.

Dancing into Heaven with you, love
What I'm trying to say
Is that if this if forever
We'll all be OK.

And the moonlight on the water
the Bay and the sand
They swirll along that dance floor
In rhythm with the band.

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Remember the Living and the Dead.

    Praise the Lord!

Praise the Lord!

"This water
     is too far over
 to cross.
She left me
on the other side.
 Winter is coming.
Too many cows for me to care for
all by myself.
 bye bye bud, you're going away."

  "In the parlor
 there might be wine
or there is weed.
He'll be sitting there
singing a song.

All day he plays those keys
 all night he says he leaves 
the fear and fashion behind.
His music always tries to be kind.

Ya doddle'dee do anything think thin things
be better for our enterance atainment.
Disco did a ring tone."


                

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