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1981 Seagull 9/30/74 Our Father 10/1/80 Starbuck 4/26/78 5/6/99 1981 Times
Seagull Seagull Our Father who art in heaven, hollowed be thy name Starbuck is a mixed up dog A flock of birds has passed this way If I were old enough Sometimes You Make
My Heart Is Full Hear the prayers of your children Whose parts do not quite match As to where they go I cannot say A night on Broadway would be yours Me Mad
My True Love’s Come Listen to the prayers of man His facial hair is his fathers As they fly high up in the sky and I would treat you to the town Sometimes You Make
At Last Hear the prayers of the people And the rest comes from his mother Another Spring has come to be If I were old enough Me Sad
Seagull Seagull Who are living on this earth that you made His legs are knobby and his tail is long And soon the rest that Spring has brung This day would be all that you desired Sometimes You Make
High In The Sky Our Father who art in heaven, hollowed be thy name If he wanted to he could beat you to death Will pass us by But since I’m not yet old enough Me Cry
I Fly With You Grant us again your blessing He thinks he’s mean, but really he’s not Summers begun I’ll give you this card Sometimes You Make
And Laugh Please don’t forsake us again He’s just big overgrown STARBUCK And soon the fun that summer brings HAPPY MOTHERS DAY Me Sigh
The Joy I Feel Our Father who art in heaven Will fly pass us Most Times You Make
Seems To Be Unreal Let us know that you hear 1981 Soon, When Falls come on 9/21/81 Me Happy
My Heart’s About Help us to keep our faith in you A flock of birds has passed us by Most Times You Make
To Burst Please, forgive us our shames Soon will come the time As to why they go, I’ll tell you why The greatest gift Me Proud
My True Love’s Our Father who art in heaven, hollowed be thy name When nothing will be the same As I look up into the sky That one can give All Times You Make
Come To Me At Last Lead us again to righteousness Soon will come the time And watch those birds as they fly by Thats treasured above all Me Feel My Love
My Love Lead us away from sin When all of man will change Autumns gone Is the gift of love For You My Lovely Child
My Passion Soon it might even be And winters come That we all have
My Life 2/8/82 Waiting Patiently When man will be no more And soon I hope the birds’ll return Inbedded in us all 12/7/77
Seagull Seagull Soon it might come to be
Love succors Us Asleep until called waiting patiently When God will even the score 7/28/82 From Beginning To End 1981 I look for the mystery of me
With That Some of us die waiting patiently Soon man must decide The sea gives so much life to me
We’ll Always Slowly we awake, patiently When man will grow up to man Hungry I am hungry I search for the who of me
Be Strong Springtime has called Soon man has to decide Yearning for the success and/or experience that for knowledge I come from the waters of the sea
Seagull Seagull Awake in bloom Or die forever as child some have in their field I yearn Who am I, this I do not know
The Love Full Summers sun at noon Attained The Peak to reach for the stars What am I, is a mystery I must know
We Feel waiting patiently 12/16/77 Looking down on and/or helping those I dream I must search for the who of me
Will Last Eternally Comes Falls harvest moon we still who are struggling of the things that are not collared For my life, I must look to the sea
Our True Love wait patiently Christmas Bells Masters In Their Field by the restrictions which bound
Came Winters chill hardens the ground Are Ringing Willing and/or able to teach that which us all 2/13/82
To Us At Last Patiently we have lived Singing Songs Of they had learned to those who are
The Love Seedlings now lie in the ground Joy struggling or beginning 1981 I have seen the many glories of
We Thought waiting patiently For Christ Our Lord Pretentious the coming of the lord
Would Never Be Asleep until Springtime calls Was Born This Day Some masters who are tops of their fields My soul I have seen the devestation of
waiting patiently Noel Noel Noel able to teach the others what they have learned aches with the knowledge his terribly swift swords
Hey John but with false modesty refusing to give that soon most of us will I pray to the Creator may His
4/28/82 3/18/82 Come Child refusing to help those who are hungry, wanting fall mercies be swiftly seen
Hey John only the fame, only the rewards of their field I pray I don't want it to be as if we’d
The Life You Had Was Taken Listen to the sound Come Child not truly Masters at all to heaven to help us never been
From You of music Come out and play Oh God
Hey John Groove to all that jazz Come Child 12/7/77 please don’t wait to long 1981
The Songs In You Will Nevermore The blues is moody brother Don't let your mind stagnate
Come Through And slow dancing has not away The Land Is Covered With Snow 3/1/78 The Storm Music is alive in me
Oh John yet past Come Child The Sleighbells Are Out I Know Filling me with memories
All You Wanted Was Peace Listen to the sound Come out and grow Here Come The Sleds The storm is brewing Surrounding me in the
See John of music Come Child We Shout With Joy The waves are high sounds that I hear
They Just Wouldn't Rock and roll to the beat The world has a lot to show Merry Christmas To You, Noel The ships are stewing Speaking to me through
Let It Be Let it sink into your soul Come Child high and dry the things that I feel
Dear John Let it tap your feet Come out and learn 2/19/82 Love Is The roof tops crumble Music is a part of me
You Shared With Us Some Of Listen to the sound Come Child The walls cave in Deep in my soul
The Dreams In You of music Don't be so stubborn Love is the happiness we share The trees are toppled Never growing old
Hey John Don't turn off the beat Come Child Love is the way in which we care The storm breaks in
I’m A Dreamer Too Music’s in the air we The world awaits Love is the sadness we bare In its wake it leaves 1981
Know John breath Come Child Our Love is everywhere us naught
All You Meant To Us And boy most times Don't stagnate Happy Valentines And someone cries “Oh God, why us!” Oh those dreams we have
Take With You Our its sweet those dreams we have
Love John 1981 10/1/80 Who Am I? 4/30/82 those millions and trillions
Where Ever You Wind Up 1981 of dreams we have
I have fought in many a battle Who am I? Shifting For most of us who
1981 Feel the wind gently blowing. I have fallen in all the World Wars I am the stars and the moon. Ever changing sit and dream of
Smell the scented earth. I was there in all the revolutions Who am I? Floating from here to there what they want they
I am surrounded See the stars slowly peeping. I am so tired of war. I am the sun that shines in the sky. Flitting around the world don't come true
By the music in all things Down upon my birth. I have gathered many a medal Who, am I? Stopping no particular where For most of us
I am filled All is quiet and calm now. I have died billions of times I am the earth below and the sky above. oh what a life a cloud of moisture bears Who want so much
By the music in all beings Soon the sadness will fade. I am so weary of battles Who am I? They’re not for us
I consider myself lucky Only memories remain now. Please don't let me fight any I am all things complicated and all things simple. My Fair Share (One On One) Those wonderful dreams
When a bird bursts out in song Of me in my young to old age. more times Who am I? we have
I’ll sit quite Contently My life has been full and happy. My tomb is in many a nation I am just me. Lost
And listen And I’ve done all I could to share. Yet, I am known by mainly Lost as a childs first ball 1981
To a creek bubbling merrily along Now all I have is memories, one name 3/29/82 Easter I must have arms to hold me
At night I’ll listen to the silence Of me, for my family to care. I am the unknown soldier Lost without loving care All the old farmers are
And hear the music in the air Oh, did I die in vain Easter I must have my fare share gone now
Early morning listening is the best 1981 Each battle was to be the last one A time of bright colored things Fare The bad men have bitten
You should hear the orchestration Yet it has not come to be Easter Fare is a changing word the dust
Going on there The air is spicy and fragrant Will I keep on dying A time of religious beliefs But fare is a honored promise All the pioneers have gone
I am surrounded by music The water a sparkling blue for all eternity Easter Justice if you’re still there with the wind
It fills my very being The blossoms are all in season I have but just one prayer A time of parties and things I will have my fare share There’s nothing left but us
In truth the saying goes well They await especially for you I hope it will soon come true Easter And justice is a lady Soon the place will be empty
That it’s the best of many things I pray to God each day and night A time when love shows its many wings Lay me down with justice All that we know will be gone
Let war come no more to you In a long white gown Maybe God will take pity on us
12/16/77 1981 3/29/82 With a breath of love in the air And save us before the storm
4/19/78 I Saw A Flower The Other Day Yes share and sleep with me if you dare
We Wish You A Merry Xmas The lights are bright and glaring Easter eggs and chocolate Celebrate my fare share 1981
And A Happy New Year The streets are full of crowds I saw a flower the other day things Fare
We’re Thinking Of You All The air is noisy and heavy And knew that Spring was here Warm balmy breezes and Fare is a changing word I see the stars up above
On This Day Of Good Cheer I don't like this at all The trees are beginning to bloom smells of spring But fare is a honored promise shining down upon me
I am a quiet person The foliage is beginning to show Bright colored bonnets Justice if you’re still there I wish to know, if I could
12/16/77 I like to look at the stars The grass is green Bright colored duds I will have my fare share What they’re thinking of me
I like the smell of the blossoms The snow is gone These are some of what Easter does And justice is a lady
Noel To You That I see on the small country walks The rains have come Lay me down with justice 5/7/98
And All Of Yours I am a shy person So now its begun 1981 In a long white gown
May Joy Be There I don't talk much at all I saw a flower the other day With a breath of love we can share Although faraway
This Day So come let us together I thank you for the Christmas card Yes share and sleep with me if you dare We send you good wishes
We Shout To You Go for a small country walk 12/7/77 To My Daughter That you have sent to us Celebrate my fare share And hope on this day
From Far Away Ours I hope has given you They don’t let you do dishes
M E R R Y X M A S 12/16/77 I apologize Just so much pleasure without fuss 3/1/82 To Raymond HAPPY MOTHERS DAY
On This Day For the stupid names Here’s to you and yours
Christmas is a happy day I’ve called her A Christmas wish from us You are my second father 3/31/82
1981 The Picnic With cheeriness about Like stupid and dumb and May you and yours be merry It’s not often one has two
We send this card the like Every single day I do so hope you know Dad Grandpa what is that?
The day is nice and warm To you with love Things of which you’re not May not sadness nor unhappiness That your daughter does love That is a cloud child.
The sky is clear and blue Merry Xmas All day, throughout My love My Sweetheart Mar a single day you too No Grandpa, what is that?
The wind is just a little breeze That is moisture in the air.
To Picnic we will go 1981 1/2/75 8/6/78 3/1/78 Easter No Grandpa, what is that?
Hot and Cold will be the food You tell me child.
We’ll even invite the ants The cool breeze carries the Rusty Dusty pudding and pie A Greeting To You The Easter Bells are ringing It’s an elephant Grandpa.
We’ll have such fun smell of the sea Kissed the girls and made From Far Away They’re singing songs of joy Sometimes a dog.
This day begun The clouds are scattered and few them cry Please Leave Your The people, they are bringing Sometimes I see a big tall
So nice and warm Soon the sea will be Now all that's left is the Name Their faith to church and more tree.
With a breeze carrying me reason why And Send Me Away They do their ritual cleaning Yes child, I’d forgotten
Returning late with a bellyache Closer and closer Rusty Dusty upped and died To enter the heavenly doors What it was to have
The Picnic is not a dream to you 3/11/78 Life A picnic is in order imagination.
When the cleanings done
8/12/78 Music Dawn is the beginning To celebrate a perfect day Happy Birthday
8/5/74 Shooting Star 12/16/77 C H R I S T M A S So is Spring With wife, daughter, son
Music is a language Birth are the birth of all Happy Birthday To You. Happy Birthday.
Shooting Star C Is For The Cheer That Christmas Brings all its own living things Happy Birthday To You. Happy Birthday.
Shooting Star H Is For The Holiness Who Was Born This Day It tells many stories Summer is the adolescents 3/30/82 Happy Birthday To You. Happy Birthday.
Where are you going R Is For The Reindeer Who Carry Santas Sleigh in many forms of the many young May this special day of yours find you well
Have you got far I Is For The Ice That Some Of Us Skate Upon It saddens it gladdens Till noon and Autumn Raped by the society that bred me and happy. May you also receive lots of
Shooting Star S Is For Saint Nick, We All Know Who He Is It quickens the heart is the time to have your fun Mistreated by my peers kisses and hugs.
Shooting Star T Is For The Times We’ve Seen, Some Of Which Were Bad Its understood by all The Fall is the later years My knowledge has misled me
Maybe soon M Is For The Magic In The Name Of Santa Claus By all its not when growth has all been done To smart was I I fear Happy Birthday
I’ll see you up there (thar) A Is For The Angels Who Sing Their Songs To Us And It’s mostly of love Both sunset and Winter I showed to all my knowledge
Shooting Star S Is For The Shining Star That Showed The Kings The Way There’s comedy too are the times to rest To my peers I felt contempt May this Special Day of yours
Shooting Star There Are Many Definitions Of Christmas The sadness of hurt For they are the ends of life Society took advantage Grant you all your wishes
Where have you been Here’s One Abounds in there too The Dawn is past of my smart ignorance May you get all the gifts you wanted
Have you been far Music comes in all Now it comes again Now I’m left with nothing And have ice cream and cake on great big dishes
Shooting Star 1981 kinds of forms So let it be now My smartness is no more
Shooting Star So listen and maybe The beginning of the end Humble now I start anew
What Have you been The table is abound You’ll hear one To earn my past galore
Were you really a star with a feast of food one dawn
Shooting Star The guest will be
Shooting Star coming soon Thank You
Are you a planet The look of the air
Or just nothing at all is bright and clear Thank you for the shoulder that you let me lean upon
Shooting Star And there’s no sign Thank you for the ear that I’ve bent many a time
Shooting Star of any gloom Thank you for the comfort that you always gave
Here I Sit The feast will begin Thank you Sister Dear for the things that can’t be repaid
Just wondering about it with a little prayer I wish I could give you a day on the town
Shooting Star To say thanks I wish I could grant all your wishes
Shooting Star From all of us here But all I can do is to just say Thank You
Are you a vehicle With lots of Hugs and Kisses
For travelers from afar 5/10/98
Shooting Star Happy Birthday
Shooting Star At times you may be a great big pain
Where have you been At times you may be aggravating Happy Birthday Dad Once Again
Have you got far At times you may show your pleasant side Like Fine Wine Here's Wishing That Age
Shooting Star At times you show your love Has Not Begun To Tell On You
Shooting Star But please dear heart know that at all times Enjoy Your Day
Maybe, just maybe You are very much loved Kisses And Hugs Hugs And Kisses
I will see you up there (thar) HAPPY MOTHERS DAY May God Grant You
All Your Wishes
3/18/74 Come Back To Us 1/2/75 7/6/97
This song is a variation of the song that was sung in the cartoon feature “Gullivers Travels”. Nutty Rusty is a fool. He dosen’t even go to school. He has no manners. He seems bananas, An American Indian was born here. Their people originally came from Asia (like the Eskimos). They are distant
It is in salute to Mr. James Francis Cagney who was given a Life’s Achievement Award on the he cusses and swears and gets in our hairs. He pickets the pool room and knocks the cousins to the Chinese and Japanese. Their land was stolen from them by the Europeans who thought them
18th day of the 3rd month of our Lord 1974. He has a daughter, a son, a sister and a brother. schoolroom. He’ll get no higher on life’s busy ladder. He’ll stay on the bottom where savages because they did not think nor worship as they did. An American African was brought here in chains as
He is one of the few actors who has made his bride his life. He is the second person to everythings badder, and when he is older and wiser a person, he’ll say to his self I’m a an animal by the Europeans who thought them animals and savages because they did not think nor worship as they
receive a life achievement award. To Mr. Cagney: May you live 75 more years with all of the right nutty person. I had a chance to go up the ladder. I muffed it but good, now I am the did. All other Americans came here basically of their own free will whether indentured or not. Free to worship
happiness you have had in the past and all of the happiness you will have in the future. sadder. I’m now way behind and it’ll be a difficult climb, but maybe just maybe I’ll reach and live as they wished. The Indian did not look down upon the man of dark color. He saw him as a man.
Mr. Cagney has been retired for the past ten years or more years. He has made exactly 65 my own kind. Now Nutty Rusty is a nut no longer. He has started the climb up lifes busy
pictures and all of them are in the Library of Congress and will be preserved for future use ladder. He goes to school. He’s no longer a fool. So take heart you people who are like he
so that future generations will be able to see and enjoy them as we of this generation do. was and listen to the story of Rusty the dove. He’s way up there and still going strong.
Showing you all that you’re in the wrong, acting like he was, when he was young. So make up
Come back to us your minds. Decide right away. Whether you are going to work or play. To those who work
again the best to you and those who play your’re some damn nutty fools.
Come back to us
again 6/7/82 A Letter To Heartache
Come back to us
You Irish Lad You thought that you had won this time didn’t you? You thought that you had broken somebody else’s heart
Dearest Man and that they had sunken so low that they wouldn’t care anymore, didn’t you? Well, I fooled you. I survived
Back to us and I am stronger because of it. At first I thought that I would die because I felt so low. I even tried to
Come back to us kill myself with pills, drink, and a razor blade. Somehow I was saved each time. Suddenly I realized or God
someday made me realize that I had so much to live for, family, friends, life, etc and that I shouldn’t let heartache
We miss you so destroy me. With the help of my family and friends I pulled myself together. Sometimes I still feel your
dearly pain heartache, but I don’t let it bother me and now it is diminishing. Soon it will be completely gone and I
We think of you will have the strength to say so long heartache, goodbye.
fondly
We wish you would 3/3/82 Salvation
Just once in a while
Give us your style Dreamer, you were on trail here today. In this society, dreams were not allowed. We are totalarian. We dealt in reality not in dreams.
Come back to us All those here have heard the evidence against you. All those here know the facts. That is why we must bring a verdict of not guilty
Come back to us against you. You are the last of those who dream among us. We have found that we cannot survive without the dreamers. Our society is
someday slowly dying. You are our hope for survival. Without dreams, there can be no fresh new ideas. Without fresh new ideas, there is stag-
We think of you nation. Where there is stagnation, there is slow death. We can only hope that there are more dreamers hidden among us. One dreamer is
very much not enough, but where there is one, there must be many more. You are free to go Dreamer. To dream, and if you can, help us. Teach us
We wish for you to dream again too.
happiness
We love you so
We hope you know
That this is so
So once in a while
Please once in a while
Come back to us
1/20/82 I Am I (longest version) 1980
I am I. Tormented by others who call themselves human beings, I am also a human being. Because I am trapped in a misshapened body, Hello. I’m memory. A ghost you might say. I don’t remember when I died. It dosen’t matter. But, I died happy. I had a full life and
I am tortured by the cruelty of man, because he cannot stand to see the horror of my ugliness. I am not treated as a person, but as I was loved. Not many can say that. Oh there were a couple of bad times, but that’s life or was mine. When I was young I was a quiet
a lowly thing, less than a dog, something to be stepped on, kicked, beaten and/or robbed. I cannot go anywhere without being turned kid, I was also devilish. Being an only kid I had to find something to do with myself. It usually ended up with this hurts me more than
upon. I must always cover my face to at least sometimes get about unscathed. I am a person. I have feelings. I feel the pain of you. You’ve all heard that before. Ah..., every once in a while I come back and visit my family and they know that I was there.
every blow that the cruelty of man has delt me. I feel for all of the beautiful things I see. I feel compassion for the cruel ones, I watch them carry on what I taught them, to live life to its fullest. I watch my great grandchild, he’s almost like me. Quiet and
who cannot see the beauty that is inside a person or thing. They can only see the outside ugliness, and I feel sadness because I am devilish, and do you know parents say the same things as they did when I was young. But they are a little more lenient then they were in
lonely. Frustrated I cry out, why must it be this way. I am a human being too. Are we not alike and unlike? I cannot help what I my day.
am, only better it. Am I to be an object of man’s cruelty, forever? I cry, not with frustration but with sorrow. Suddenly a peace- I like to come back for short times. To sort of... look in on my family. Just because I’m dead, dosen’t mean that I can’t help or care
fullness settles inside me. A calmness I never knew before. It was as if someone was saying to me in a soft voice, be rested and I for them you know. I see those looks of disbelief on your faces, and you can believe or not.
was. I know you won’t believe this, but some members of my family have been dead for years. They consider it a great joke to fool people.
I am someone. I am smart. I have been taught all I should Know. I am lonely, yet not lonely at the same time. It is as if I was They like to pop in and out and scare the daylights out of you. Eventually, they had to stop that because people stopped coming around to
waiting for something to happen, and that it is strange and new to me. see the family. Some stayed, some left. But all in all it was great fun. Of course I haven’t done it and don’t intend to.
There is a knock at the door and a young person stands there. A medium sized box is handed to me. I do not take it and I am afraid I’ve been all over the world. Doing things I didn’t do when I was ‘in the flesh’. I’ve come back for a game of chess with my grandson.
so I start to close the door. Wait, the young person says, it’s a gift. It’s not a trick or a dirty joke, just a gift. I open the He still hopes to ‘whip the pants’ off me. I’ve still a few tricks that he hasn’t learned yet.
door again and I look at the person. I have forgotten my face covering. I glance in the mirror by the door, I still look the same. I was 120 years young when I passed. And I was doing the Hustle when I left. I must admit, that it must have been pretty shocking to have
The person is nervous, but not revulsed at the sight of me. I invite the person in. My invitation is (to my surprise) accepted. I someone pass on just like that. Some must have said that it was way pass due. I said that it was way too soon. Oh well. Here comes my
accept the gift and open it. It is a painting of me, as I would have been if my body had not been misshapened. The person sits grandson and its time to start the game. He’s the next to oldest one. 25 and a handsome devil.
tensely waiting. I start to cry and the person mistakes my tears. They are not tears of anger or shame like he thinks. They are It was nice passing the time with you. He’s calling for me. You know something. Sometimes I listen to his friends talk about me. And I
tears of joy. Now I know what it was I was waiting for, expecting. I was waiting for this person. A person who like me could see can still feel the feelings I felt when I lived. Yes. Like his friends say. His Granny sure did know how to live.
the inside beauty. This person wasn’t one of the cruel ones. The gift of the painting showed that. What made it precious to me was
the signature. Then I finally knew, finally was sure that what I was waiting for had arrived. At the corner in bold black letters
was from a friend to a friend. Reassured my friend leaves. Where there is one, there are others, but there will always be those who
are cruel, now there will always be those who are my friends. I will never again feel sadness because I am alone.
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