Fall Away

Fall Away

Call me home,
my own have never been that far from You
And I've been as all
since lilacs bloom, the stripers run and Summer's come
With only hope
I'm born into that Nature thing
Knowing right and doing wrong
I let it fall away

And I can't help
but think on where we used to be
Crying out for anything
Whistling past that fancy yard of our communal separation
We drive toward home
and all that all those left behind can say
Is that knowing right and doing wrong
We let it fall away

And call me home
But while I wait, I live here
Remember me
to my Dad, he won't forget
No matter how many
transient tears and sorrowful no mores get wiped away
It still springs
Oh, it still springs

----And I never look where I am going
----It's hard to tell just where I've been
----Might be sunny on the outside
----Inside is shadowed sin
----Standing up before the Judge
----Is talking to a friend

"… the least of these"
my arrival may be very unexpected
Having been nothing
but the subject of vague hope from just a few
Draw a line, Pretending to Belief to Destination
And it still springs
Oh, it still springs

----And I never look where I am going
----It's hard to tell just where I've been
----Might be sunny on the outside
----Inside is shadowed sin
----Standing up before the Judge
----Is talking to a friend

But call me home
I've never been that far from You
Across the Vale,
of forest, river, mountain, wailing wall of waiting
It cannot be
that far for me, I'm counting
I'm knowing right and doing wrong
Oh, don’t let me fall away
Oh, knowing right and doing wrong
Don't let me fall away

© 2007, D. Dain

Pimpin' The Blame....

Ok, this song/rap is a combination of two separate incidents that were directly related to me. I combined them with my own observations and interpretations. I believe that popular NeoCon radio personalities and well-known liberals are the ones "pimpin' the blame".
Pimpin' The Blame

you slither 'cross the tracks to my side of town
leavin' a trail of slime so the rest of your kind can follow, follow
across the street from the grocery sto'
you stand on the corner with yer $40 dollar 'ho'
1/2-a-block up from the jr. high school
fly ain't fly and cool ain't cool no mo', no mo'as we walk on by you never take your eye
from my 10-year-old daughter
you motion to the ho a-standin' there waitin' like a lamb led to slaughter
i'm between my little girl and the trash
hold on to her, keep her from lookin' back
i believe you, so believe you me
you owe a death to society
you ask "you wanna a piece a this?"a-here's a hollow-point you can kiss

and (chorus)
get the **** away from me boy i'll shoot you dead (x4)

escalades make the rounds 'round the block
still, it's all malt likker to the Clear Channel talkers
keep your ear to the ground and the neighborhood watchers
and you watch 'em turn up dead, dead
it's one thing to listen while you're ridin' in your car
about white-flight on the NPR
about the welfare system and ol' FDR
and the easy money made jus' pimpin' blame hard, hard
but it's another when it's does a drive-by on the neighborhood bar (chorus)

check the PC hypocrisy at the real world door
it's got nothin' to do with the real state of poor
the reaction in relation to the real state of things
you creep on the corner don't give a crap about blame
but if you could do radio you'd pimp that hate and sooner or later it's fish or be bait (chorus)

jus' pimpin' the blame, pimpin' the blame
it's got nothin' to do with the real state of pain
jus' pimpin' the blame, uh huh uh, and (chorus)
i'm between my little girl and the trash
hold on to her, keep her from lookin' back

© D. Dain, 2007.

Worth A Song....

Worth A Song

She can speak intelligencia
Make a mean cheese sandwich
Talk Latin to the dog

Long, black dresses
Italian table wine
Too much education
Way too much free time
and too much coffee

Wouldn't you say
She's worth a song?

© D. Dain, 1990.