Better Grab Your Shades

Marty Stuart wrote the song ‘The Observations Of A Crow’, which was released on his 1999 album The Pilgrim.  The song tells the story of a man being in a town seen from the point of view of a crow who is observing everything in the town.  Stuart was riding through the West on a bus traveling down Route 66 that pulled off the interstate to get fuel.  The place they stopped in looked like a ghost town, with just a few locals around, and he looked up and saw a crow sitting on the electrical line.  He was fascinated and he couldn’t take his eyes off the crow.  People came and went from the bus, but that crow never left, he just kept hanging out.  The Pilgrim, is a concept album that tells the story of a man, brokenhearted and suicidal, who sets off on a journey.

John Marty Stuart is a multiple Grammy Award-winning, American country music singer-songwriter, known for both his traditional style, and eclectic merging of rockabilly, honky-tonk, and traditional country music.  Stuart dropped out of school to play mandolin with Lester Flatt and his band The Nashville Grass.  In 1971, the 13-year-old musician spent years on the road, performing at bluegrass festivals and concerts.  During his time with Flatt, Stuart met a diverse group of musical greats, including Bill Monroe, Earl Scruggs, Chick Corea, the Eagles, Emily Lou Harris and Bob Dylan.  Marty Stuart played in Johnny Cash’s back-up band in 1979.  He soon enjoyed solo success as well as hits performing with other country musicians, including Travis Tritt and Willie Nelson.

The crow in this song sees everything that is going on in this small town because of his bird eyed view perched on the telephone wire, but what is great about this song is that this crow understands all that he sees.  Most people are oblivious to the newspaper boy, even if he happens to break a window or two, but nothing gets past the keen eyes of this feathered observer, as the bird even seems to see God’s light.  The crow knows all about Louie the flea being married to a waitress named Lora Lee and it seems to enjoy watching them when they get frisky.  He is also aware of the guy who is in witness protection, who snitched on his friend to stay out of jail.  The crow is said to be a scoopologist, which most likely refers to his reporting the town news and has nothing to do with scooping ice cream.  He is mad about that parakeet who came along and took his girl.

Newspaper boy makin’ his rounds
Spreadin’ the word all over town
Drivin’ his car just as fast as it will go

There’s papers in the driveway, papers in the yard
Paper broke a window, he didn’t throw it that hard
But it shattered like a dream down in the valley below

Hey, quarter moon, well how was your night?
Yeah well, any minute now God’s gonna hit them brights
So if you stick around, don’t you say that you weren’t told

Well, take it from me, you better grab your shades
If He looks at you, ooh, well try not to look so afraid
Just do the best that you can, but don’t you think that He won’t know

Creosote’s drippin’ from the high line poles
Fast as you can count ‘em, 12 in a row
Blessed accommodations for the daily observations of a crow

Well, that cat down there, yeah, well he’s Louie the flea
He’s married to a waitress by the name of Lora Lee
When they scream and they holler, man they put on a show

He’s a protected witness from a Detroit job
Turned his best friend in, his name is Bob
I know who got the time, but who do you think got the dough?

Take a look at that pilgrim passin’ by
He’s lookin’ for love, I can see it in his eyes
He’s runnin’ ‘round in circles, you can take it from me

His shadow begs for mercy that every lost and found
In city after city, town after town
Tortured by the memory of a love he thought was supposed to be

Creosote’s drippin’ from the high line poles
Fast as you can count ‘em, 12 in a row
Blessed accommodations for the daily observations of a crow

Well, I’m a genuine scoopologist, the name is Crow
Sitting up here, watching the show
In this one horse drive-through, forsaken, dried up piece of the world

Well, it ain’t much but it’s my kingdom, it’s my home
Even had a queen till that parakeet came along
Fast talking, loud squawking, green feathered scrak took my girl, later

Written for GC and Sue W Weekly Prompts where the word prompt is observation.

A Day At The Beach

Lying in the sun
Specifically to get tan
Warm bright summer day

Desired leisure
Spread out on my beach blanket
Therapy for me

Applying lotion
Making my skin look darker
View of the ocean

Listen to the surf
Pretending I am alone
Calling out my name

Waves whisper to me
Serene beauty all around
Tranquility rules

Exploring nature
My idea of paradise
Cool quieting time

It takes a village
Nature needs to be nurtured
Work before pleasure

People must interact
Entire community
Coming together

Raking all the sand
Cleaning garbage from the beach
Lifeguards here to watch

There is nothing quite like spending a day at the beach, however you must be prepared for annoying bugs, scorching sun, cool breezes, getting sand stuck in your bathing suit and probably running into some annoying people.

Written for Mindlovemisery’s Menagerie Heeding Haiku With Chèvrefeuille, June 26th 2019, sun bathing.

The Book Is Still Out

The Iranian President Hassan Rouhani says the White House is “suffering from mental disability” and behaving as “no sane person” should. I am no fan of Iran or of Rouhani, but since history is determined by what people perceive events to be over time, the book is still out on this one.  Only time can tell how the Trump administration will be judged, but I am inclined to think that it won’t end up being a rose garden for him.

Written for Linda G. Hill Life in progress One-Liner Wednesday – June 25 prompt.

Pistols At Dawn

“The time has come to teach you a lesson for being so irreverent.  You told me that I should try your delicious chicken legs and after I ate my second portion you finally revealed that they were frog legs.  I am not French and I don’t eat frogs”, said Alexander.  Aaron said, “Apparently you do Mr. Hamilton, as I saw you gobbling them down like the hog you are.” Hamilton told Burr, “In Manhattan men are men and we will fight with pistols at dawn.”  Burr replied, “I welcome your challenge and I will see you on that secluded ledge above the Hudson River in Weehawken, where your eldest son Philip died in a duel three years ago.  Don’t forget to bring your second and by the way I have been practicing.”  Hamilton thought, this could be the day that I die.

Written for FOWC with Fandango – Irreverent.

Believe It Or Not

Debbie and I were both feeling happy and confident, which was exhibited by the spring in my step.  I got tired of wasting all of my time being alone, so I decided to put myself out there and I joined this dating site called “Some New Love” and that is where I met Debbie.  She wrote to me first and told me that she liked my profile.  We found out that we were both members of the Young Republicans and that we were both in love with Trump.  We bonded with our hatred over Hillary Clinton and we both despised Obama.  You could say that our mutual hatred brought us together.  We both felt that Donald Trump has the courage to say what other people won’t say and he promised to drain the swamp and build a wall, which we both feel are good things.

His tax cut didn’t really help either of us, but at least he is trying his best to Make America Great Again.  Trump wants America to return to a better time where men are able to say and do anything they want to women.  He is an incredibly successful at everything he does, real estate, reality TV and he wants to work with the Russians and North Korea.  He is really rich and he knows that the media only produces Fake News.  Debbie and I both know that Mexicans are rapists and we don’t feel that America should get involved with any shithole countries.  We both celebrated when he backed out of the Paris Climate accord and the Iran deal that the Democrats put together.  We are on our way to another Young Republicans meeting where we will discuss putting an immigration question on the next census.

Written for Mindlovemisery’s Menagerie NEKNEERAJ’s Photo Challenge #269.

It Won’t Hatch

The flowers are blooming, birds are singing lullabies to their nestlings, everything feels new, fresh, and clean, but my brother is still stuck inside this shell.  He was supposed to hatch two weeks ago and it is time for me to take drastic action, so I can get him to get out of his prison.  It took a lot effort from me to roll him up this hill and I need to roast him in the fire for a few minutes to create the optimal environment before I push him down the hill.  When he reaches the bottom of the hill, he will smash into the ground and crack the egg shell open breaking him free, so he can marry Old Mother Hubbard.  Hatching from an egg is not always all that it is cracked up to be.

Written for Kira’s Sunday Scribbles weekly inspirational art piece.

The City That Rudy Built

Rudy built this fun place to give the Disney Theme ride in Fantasy Land “It’s A Small World” and the new Legoland theme park and water park some competition.  The city was easy enough to build, but it only worked for people that were shrunk down to the size of a mouse.  Rudy created a shrink ray that he called his Rudy Tooter and it allowed any person to be shrunk down to mouse size for 4 hours.  The price of admission included a free hot air balloon ride, a helicopter ride, a bus ride, a taxi ride, a boat ride, a walking trip over 4 bridges and all the ice cream that you could eat.

Written for Imagination Plantation by Nova Namastè who asks that I write a short paragraph about what’s happening in the image above.  Create a pingback to this image and Tag three bloggers to write their own story.
I was tagged by Li of Tao Talk and I usually don’t tag other bloggers, because it makes me feel like I am enabling chain mail, but I will tag
Victoria Ray because of her wild imagination
Jina Bazzar because this will be a nice break for her
And the teller of tales Cage Dunn
Please feel free to restrain from responding to the tag if you like, as I am issuing each one of you a Get Out Of A Tag Free Card.