this song makes me cry

[wildhorses]

You think you know somebody.
You think they know you.
You think you know somebody.
But man you never do.


Jackie used to live three blocks away from me.
We used to throw a baseball and climb his old oak tree.
We would smoke his daddy's cigarettes behind the picket fence.
We swore that we would always be the best of friends.
We would sit on the curb and talk on summer nights,
'Til Jackie's daddy called him, and he took off like a light.


Fridays were all the same our high school senior year.
We hung out by the river and drank Black Label beer.
We listened to the stories with all our old friends.
And sometimes took a toke or two down by the river bend.
I remember I promised Jackie I'd drive him home on Friday night.
He said, "Go on without me. Buddy, I'll be alright."

We went off to college to start our Freshman year.
I went to a school about an hour away from here.
But you know Jackie, He took off, went to college out of state.
He used to call me all the time and tell me it was great.
He said, "I'm coming home for Christmas. I hope you'll do the same."
He said that he would come, but Jackie never came.



When Jackie got married, I was his best man.
He moved back to town. We were neighbors again.
I met a woman. I got married, too.
Our families got together every Sunday afternoon.
His boy and my boy they would talk on summer nights.
'Til Jackie called his boy home, and he took off like a light.

Last night I saw the flashing lights, and I quickly rushed outside.
A neighbor lady told me Jackie's youngest boy had died.
I was shocked to see the police had Jackie handcuffed in the car.
Until this morning's paper told me Jackie'd gone too far.
Now they say Jackie's not the only one to blame.
Battered children almost always grow up to do the same.

[Guava Jelly]

1. For awhile this one did ..But i'm ok now

she'll come back to me ..CAKE

Last night I said to her
I didnt want to live inside a lie.
If she wants him
More than she wants me,
Let this be.
Shell come back to me.
Shell come back to me.
Shell come back.

All day I wait and wait
To hear her footsteps on my walkway.
She never came.
She never even called.
Shell come back to me.
Shell come back to me.
Shell come back.

Somehow I know it wont last.
Somehow I know it wont last too long.

Shell come back to me.
Shell come back to me.
Shell come back to me.
Shell come back to me.

[wildhorses]

2. oh yeah, that's a sad one...

sometimes its okay to have a good cry...cleanses the soul doncha think? :hug:

[Guava Jelly]

5. Yeah but i never refer to them as good .

My soul got a good washing during the last year.
But that was then and this is now and I'm :)

[wildhorses]

6. good to hear it....and BTW you're

smokin' HOT;)

[Guava Jelly]

12. aw thank you

you smokin hot to :)

[khashka]

3. This one makes me sob like a baby

5am

Friday morning

Thursday night

Far from sleep

I'm still up and driving

Can't go home

obviously

So I'll just change direction

Cause they'll soon konw where I live

And I wanna live

Got a full tank and some chips

It was me and a gun

And a man on my back

And I sang "holy holy" as he buttoned down his pants



Me and a gun

and a man

On my back

But I haven't seen Barbados

So I must get out of this

Yes I wore a slinky red thing

Does that mean I should spread

For you, your friends, your father, Mr. Ed?

And I know what this means

Me and Jesus a few years back

Used to hang and he said

"It's your choice babe just remember

I don't think you'll be back in 3 days time

So you choose well"

Tell me what's right

Is it my right to be on my stomach

on Fred's Seville



Me and a gun

and a man

On my back

But I haven't seen Barbados

So I must get out of this



And do you know Carolina

Where the biscuits are soft and sweet

These things go through you head

When there's a man on your back

And you're pushed flat on your stomach

It's not a classic cadillac



Me and a gun

and a man

On my back

But I haven't seen Barbados

So I must get out of this



Khash.

[wildhorses]

4. is that Leonard Cohen??

thanks for posting it :hi:

[khashka]

7. Tori Amos

singing about her rape.

She's used it to help others.

It's a very personal song to me. Yesterday, I was shaving and I saw the scars on my stomach, standing naked in the mirror. And it all came rushing back.

I've tried to channel the fear, pain and anger to try and help other rape survivors. But it's never ever easy.

But I love the song because I know I'm not alone.

You like Leonard Cohen? I knew there was a reason I liked you. I have one of his CDs in my car and I've been listening to it for weeks. Did you see his show on PBS a few years ago? Brilliant.

Khash.

[wildhorses]

8. no, I missed it....but, Yeah , I love his stuff and his voice..

and Khash....:hug:


you know you gave the best advice ever?



"Stay the fuck out of GD" Khash


simply put and brilliantly stated:patriot:


but, sometimes I forget:P




I have got to get me some Tori Amos :thumbsup:

[khashka]

9. Well I blew it this morning and went there

I was doing this whole cool banner thing for you.

"Stay the fuck out of GD" - Khash.
As quoted by wildhorses.

But my computer crashed :(

Khash.

[wildhorses]

10. you are funny and sweet and

I think I love you
and
I hope someday we meet
and maybe
we can go for a ride
with the top down
and feel
the wind in our hair
and the sun on our face
and remember what it is
that we love about
the human race

mucho hugs for you, friend

it is an honor

[ThomCat]

11. Memories never quite go away.

And scars are cruel reminders.

:hug:

Be well, Khash.

[wildhorses]

13. oh ThomCat...thanks for posting...

I hope I did not scare him with my post. :hi:

[ThomCat]

14. Hi Wildhorses!

:hi:

I get the impression that he doesn't scare that easily. He's a strong person.

I hope you're well too. :hug:

[khashka]

15. Not at all, my dear

Scare me? No way! One of your posts to me was so sweet and kind and loving I've had a huge grin on my face all day!

Khash.