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Taming the World--for now
Here is another one. They are coming fast and furious for the time being but that seems to be the way I work. Then I will completely block or simply write crap for three or four weeks. That is when I go back to recording and playing. It is a convoluted process but it is mine and I stopped fighting it a couple of years back. This particular piece is biographic and nonfiction with a bit of poetic license.
Great American Dream
C.Dave Morehouse 2009
Bud and Mickey got married
In 1948.
The Allies had whipped the Axis
And sealed a Cold War fate.
Bud had been mustered out.
He had nothing on his plate.
They were searching for the great
American Dream.
They met at Anderson College
Where Mickey filled her head.
Bud had tried for a little while
Then went to work instead.
A little boy came on the scene
The product of their bed.
They were living in the great
American Dream.
Mickey played piano
At church and in the school.
Bud sold paper products
Just like nobody’s fool.
The boy became a brother
And forgot the Golden Rule
They were fighting through the great
American Dream.
Surprise! They had a baby girl
In 1959.
They moved across to the big house
And took down the “for sale” sign.
They had to trim the hedges
And the honeysuckle vine.
Just to keep up with the great
American Dream.
Like most of their friends who worked hard
They overfilled their cup.
(When you started down near the bottom
There was no way to go but up.)
Alcohol and cigarettes were the
Fuel that fed the pups.
But they were living in the great
American Dream.
Like most of the folks who knew them
Mickey and Bud are gone.
Some of the kids are still around
And others have moved on.
They would have traded all their brains
For just a little brawn.
Because they’re fighting for the Great
American Dream.
There’s no returning to
The Great American Dream.
Great American Dream
C.Dave Morehouse 2009
Bud and Mickey got married
In 1948.
The Allies had whipped the Axis
And sealed a Cold War fate.
Bud had been mustered out.
He had nothing on his plate.
They were searching for the great
American Dream.
They met at Anderson College
Where Mickey filled her head.
Bud had tried for a little while
Then went to work instead.
A little boy came on the scene
The product of their bed.
They were living in the great
American Dream.
Mickey played piano
At church and in the school.
Bud sold paper products
Just like nobody’s fool.
The boy became a brother
And forgot the Golden Rule
They were fighting through the great
American Dream.
Surprise! They had a baby girl
In 1959.
They moved across to the big house
And took down the “for sale” sign.
They had to trim the hedges
And the honeysuckle vine.
Just to keep up with the great
American Dream.
Like most of their friends who worked hard
They overfilled their cup.
(When you started down near the bottom
There was no way to go but up.)
Alcohol and cigarettes were the
Fuel that fed the pups.
But they were living in the great
American Dream.
Like most of the folks who knew them
Mickey and Bud are gone.
Some of the kids are still around
And others have moved on.
They would have traded all their brains
For just a little brawn.
Because they’re fighting for the Great
American Dream.
There’s no returning to
The Great American Dream.
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