Here's where I keep lyrics for which I have no yet provided music.
My name is
Murphy Monroe
I’m a
gambler when I can
I’ll bet an
ace held up my sleeve
And hope my
luck will stand
I am not too
proud to shake your hand
And I’ll do
by you what you need me to
That’s the kind of honor that I understand
I was
heading out for Vicksburg
On a cold
November day
For a job
that might be there
At quite a
good day’s pay
And yes I
guess I never planned to stay
I’m strong &
fit, I can work a bit
Though truth be told, I’m a man who’d rather
play
Not a soul
was at the station
When I
rolled into the town
Down the
bluff the Mississippi
Was
flooding, dark and brown
And the sun
was sinking low, about to drown
Could a used
a friend to take me in
But no one let me in, no one friendly come
around
She was
standing near the shadows
In the bar
when I walked in
She looked
me up, then stared me down
Like she
wanted to be friends
If I knew
now everything she knew back then
What she had
in mind to pass the time
I’d been long gone and not come back again
She said her
name was Melody
And her last
named rhymed with sweet
She asked me
did I want a drink
And would I
like a seat
I sat down
beside her, and I felt her heat
We drank
some wine till half past nine
Then I followed her go walking down the
street
We came to
the Yazoo River
Sometime
past one o’clock
The moon was
almost new
When we sat
down on a rock
I tried to
read her mind, but that highway was blocked
I had no
idea why she’d led me here
But then I heard the crowing of the cock
Now my name
is Murphy Monroe
And I’ll bet
with honest men
But I
wouldna bet a nickel
I’d ever see
what I saw then
Up from the
water’s edge, from the devil’s den
Rose a
serpentine river queen
And she looked like something made from
homemade sin
That
apparition smiled at me
Then she
began to hum a tune
That river
queen commenced to sway
Beneath that
newborn moon
I thought my
time to die might be real soon
In the dead
of night in that hellish light
She would hunt me down just like a coon
Her hair
hung down like kudzu
Her teeth
were sharp and bright
Her dress
was made of mill weed
She shone
with a wicked light
There was
nothing in her eyes but the dead of night
She gave a
scream that was high and mean
Then I closed my eyes up coffin tight
I don’t know
if I ran
Or if I was
born away
All I know
is that I woke up
At the first
light of the day
Melody had
vanished, gone until this day
And there’s
not a soul who believes the whole
Story Murphy had to say
My name is
Murphy Monroe
I’m a
gambling man of means
And I’ve
lived too many years
To tell you
all I’ve seen
But I know
what is real and what’s a dream
So you best
beware if you go down there
To that quicksand land where dwells that
river queen
© 2010 Chuck Puckett
Tomorrow
always makes a promise
It never
means to keep
Tomorrow
wants to be today
And plans to
while you sleep
Today is
always absent-minded
Leaves the
keys locked in the car
It falls
asleep at the wheel
Until you’ve crossed a bridge too far
The promise
of time
Is an empty
threat
It’s
temporal crime
It’s a blue
regret
It’s the way
back home
On a washed
out road
It’s the
urge to roam
With a heavy load
Tomorrow
offers you large rewards
If you sit
back and relax
It whispers
things will stay the same
But that
don’t square with the facts
The fact is
change is all there is
If you want
some guarantee
Just try
reliving yesterday
Then come tell me what you see
We’re all
marking time with IOUs
That we
never will repay
There’s no
deposit in any bank
That can
make up for today
Tomorrow is
just a fiction
Meant to
ease your troubled mind
It’s a loan
with no good credit
For the things you left behind
© 2011 Chuck Puckett
I hear the
train down at the yard
I hear that
whistle’s moaning call
I hear the
rumble on the tracks
As she is
heading out of town
The sun will
be up soon
But it ain’t
gonna shine on me
‘Cause there
ain’t no going back
And there ain’t no turning ‘round
The tracks
go across the bridge
And the
river rolls out west
All roads
are heading out
And they
only lead one way
I could jump
aboard that freight
Ride as far
as she will go
Ride until
there is no doubt
That I’m gone away to stay
I remember
years ago
Walking
north along the tracks
Walked
across that river bridge
Walking
barefoot in the rain
Things have
changed since then
But then
again, they’ve never changed
I’m still
standing on a ledge
I’m still waiting on that train
© 2011 Chuck Puckett
Ain’t no fool feel this way
After all you say and do
Don’t be cool, that don’t play
Look at who you talking to
What’s the plan? Where’s the thing
We both really want to do?
Who’s the thief? Where’s his sting?
Will we get what’s coming to?
Ain’t no fool felt this fine
Anyway, he wanted to
Got no rule, you gimme mine
It’s just me and it’s just you
© 1995 Chuck Puckett
It's not like you don't know the way,
'Cause you do, you just don't recall
And its not like you don't have the number,
'Cause I've seen it written on your wall
Now all you gotta do is call
There's a race that's being run every day of every year
And the runners jump the gun every time that they hear it.
You'd like to take your place on the line, without fear
You could probably save your face but you can't get near it.
There's a phone inside your head and all the wires touch your eyes
Though your eyelids made of lead, you still might surprise them
Go ahead and call him up, it'll make your spirits rise
You just might be in luck if you can only recognize him.
A bastard and his mom walk by you on the street
Though you don't know where they're from you want to beat them
Just imagine your surprise when they turn to you and speak
You discover they are wise yet you don’t want to meet them
Mountains, you wanna go to the mountains
Because that's where you think that peace may be
Fountains, you wanna wash in fountains
Because you think your sin can wash away for free
Oceans, you wanna swim in oceans
Out beyond the shores, upon the sea
Motions, you go through the motions
Try so hard to be yourself so endlessly.
There are children in the road and they play like you aren't there
The weather's turning cold and you can't bear it
To see them without shoes and all the bullets in the air
There's nothing here to lose, so why not share it?
© 1987 Chuck Puckett
Can I
come around and see you sometime?
When the sun is down and I’ve had some wine
I believe we could have a real nice night
When the moon is nice and bright
Can you
wait up until the cars go past
I can throw a rock at your bedroom glass
You can climb down here on your mother’s lawn
We can sit here quiet ‘til the break of dawn
We can
sit here quiet, or we can shout real loud
We can dance real slow or we can draw a crowd
We can do whatever you think is right
Just as long as we can get along
Tonight
You’re
the sweetest thing that I ever saw
You make me want to step outside the law
You’ve got some hold upon the way I breathe
I don’t ever want to leave
Can we
sit on the porch in your daddy’s swing?
Tell him that we won’t do anything
That he and your mama wouldn’t ever do
I bet he won’t believe it’s true
© 2010
Chuck Puckett
An old man drives an older pickup truck
Or at least thats how it seems to be.
But then trucks just grow simply old
While some men grow old gracefully.
A cigarette is clenched between his teeth
He's hunched down staring out the glass
He's looking at the road that's coming up
But he's seeing the road that's gone past.
He's just a Part of it All,
But he hasn't heard the call.
Not too big and not too small
Yeah we're all a part of it all
Though we can't get over the wall
All in all in all in all.
A fat woman works in a 7-11
She's the same one behind every till
She used to think there was a thin girl inside
But lately she's simply lost the will.
Now she sits and stares at gaudy magazines
And believes that things must someday change
She's looking at the next car that drives up
But she's seeing what's driving her insane.
The opportunities they knock and then they're gone
Discontinuity lies between the notes and the song.
If only small mistakes didn't roll into a ball
And the ball didn't smash the human will
Between the hard place and the wall.
A dirty child plays in front of a dirty house
And picks up dirt and throws it at the air.
She hasn't yet evaporated inside
She still smiles whenever grownups stare.
It doesn't matter that her home is small
Or that love is something she might never know
She's looking at the road before her house
And she's wondering where that road could go.
© 1987 Chuck Puckett
Who do you
believe
Him or your
lying eyes?
Do you want
to leave
Or just wear
a good disguise?
Looking for
a reason
That things
turned out this way
They hang a
man for treason
But no one hangs today
There’s got
to be a question
That someone
answers true
There’s got
to be a judgement
That evil
answers to
There’s got
be an answer
‘Bout how we
make it through
There’s got
to be somebody
Who knows
what we should do
How ‘bout
you?
How ‘bout me and you?
Looking for
the exit
This road
goes on too long
Keep trying
to fix it
But it keeps
going wrong
Some things
are certain
We know what
is right
If they
bring down the curtain
It’s gonna be a long night
Are the
questions just too hard to ask?
Are the
answers just too hard to do?
No one said
this would be an easy task
So tell me,
who is gonna pull us through?
How ‘bout
you?
How ‘bout me and you?
Who do you
believe
Your senses
or what somebody said
Do you want
to leave
Or roll over
and play dead?
Looking for
a reason
That things
turned out this way
They hang a
man for treason
But no one hangs today
© 2017
Chuck Puckett
I’m gonna be
blinded by silver linings
Got a
feeling things’ll turn out fine
That’s a
whole lot of sun that’s shining (down)
To ease my worried mind
Look at all
those drifters who are moaning in the rain
Got troubles
piled up high, got those blues on the brain
Yeah, the
clouds are mighty dark, things going down the drain
But far above the stormy clouds is a place
where there’s no pain
Desperation’s got a way of sneaking in your soul
Seems
there’s no way out and you’re heading down a hole
The darkness
all around you starts to take its toll
Look past the cloud for words of hope writ on
a silver scroll
You may not
see silver linings
Every time
you raise your eyes
But I swear
they’re always there
Just beyond
the darkest skies
You may
think that it’s all over,
That the end
is coming fast
But it’s all
good in the end
And it’s not
the end ‘til then
When silver linings shining through at last
If you
always look for trouble, trouble’s always there to find
It’s easy
when you lose and you can lose most any time
It may take
some work to find those silver linings
He never said things would be easy,
He said things would turn out fine
© 2012 Chuck Puckett
I can't begin to think about
A world without your face
Without the way you talk to me
Without your special grace
No, nothing is for certain
All things have their odds
But if you close the curtain
I'd forever curse the gods
Just because it goes around
Doesn't mean it comes back here again
Just because you turned around
Doesn't mean you'll come back home again
I hate it when those frightened thoughts
Make a prisoner of my mind
The scenes where I am losing you
Where the terror strikes me blind
When I can't control my thinking
And I taste that metal taste
I may see your body sinking
But I cannot reach your face
You know, love can die a death
But it can resurrect itself
Our souls may be immortal
So is love
But if you should breathe your last
I could not face the past
I don't think I said I love you
Quite enough
I can't begin to live without
Your loving, caring soul
I've never lived without a doubt
I've never felt as cold
As I would feel by losing you
I could not walk that road
Be careful when you're gone from me
Be careful where you go
© 1990
Chuck Puckett
Sitting around waiting,
Waiting on your telephone call
Sitting around my house,
Waiting on your telephone call
Might have to wait forever,
Might not have to wait long at all
When I left you this afternoon,
Seemed like everything was allright
When I took my leave this afternoon,
Seemed like everything was just about allright
Now I ain't heard from you honey,
And it's getting on about midnight
It's hard for me to believe
That it was something that I said
We were doing so fine,
I can't believe it was something I said
Maybe I said too much,
Gonna cut my mouth off of my head
© 1993 Chuck Puckett
He's running short of phrases
To describe the human condition
She's running short of patience
A step shy of perdition
He's become a shell so empty
Echoes run aground inside him
Been so long since she was tempted
To do nothing but stand beside him
He's so strange
He'll never change
What do they have in common?
Besides the fiercest pride
That's ever burned inside
A human heart
Why do they keep on walking
Down that tarnished, tandem road?
Each other's heavy load
The hardest part before the cart
Before they were not lovers
They were not the best of friends,
Before them there were others
Who had tried to make amends
Tried to stop the endless longing
That kept them from being whole
It's a lie there's nothing wrong in
Losing every last shred of soul
She's so odd
She thinks she's God
What do they have in common?
Why do they keep their faith?
They learned it from their moms and
Dads who were bound by their mistakes.
He's not trying to escape her
He's just refusing to cave in
She thinks he wants to trap her
And she only wants to save him
They've been frozen
In the lives they've chosen
© 1991 Chuck Puckett
Can’t think of much that’s better than
This empty autumn eve
The golden light is in my hand
And runs along my sleeve
Tomorrow’s nothing more than smoke
Yesterday’s a dream
Tonight the burning leaves
Are exactly what they seem
Can’t hope for nothing better than
The hope that we all share
Precisely in this moment
With the burdens we all bear
Wait and will and wanting what
No one knows for sure
Just left it on the bleeding spot
And walked off feeling pure
Can’t hope for something other than
The something that I start
If nothing worries in my head
It can’t disturb my heart
And not a wrinkle, not a thought
No thing behind my eyes
The brilliance in the autumn sun
Reminds me what is wise
© 1994 Chuck Puckett
It was two
pm when the sirens screamed
The sky was
low, almost touched the ground
They
screamed six more times that afternoon
The day the boiling winds kept coming ‘ round
It’s one
thing when the air comes alive
It’s another
when it comes alive and hates you
When the air
comes alive and tears apart
The living
soul within you
Boiling winds, the screaming, boiling winds
Snakes in
the sky they ate their tails
They crushed
the earth with Cain’s own mark
They stole
our daughters, sons and wives
Snatched them from our arms into the dark
And the fires burn
And the oceans churn
And the twisters turn
And the boiling winds return
© 2011 Chuck Puckett
You make me hungry
You make me weak
It's just like you, baby
You got a hurting streak
We're riding down the highway
We're looking mighty fine
Yeah, the sun is shining,
But I feel so blue inside
It's time to tell you, honey
Something you should know
You can't keep hurting me
That ain't no way to go
We're walking down the street,
Baby, side by side
Yeah, the sun is shining,
But I feel so blue inside
It's a shame on you, mama
The way you treat your man
You make him look real good
Then you kick him in the can
Trucking down the road
Baby, side by side
Yeah, the sun is shining,
But I feel so blue inside
© 1992 Chuck Puckett
Can I dial "9" and get outta here?
Can I transfer the phone?
Can I transfer the tears?
Can I put you on hold
While I forward the call?
Can I dial "9" and get an outside line
To anybody at all?
I'm a Southern boy
You're a Southern belle
But our Southern love
Is in Southern hell
Now I need a way
To get away from it all
I'd like to pick up the phone
Hear the dial tone
And make an outside call
This has come to be
A little hard on my soul
I feel like I'm stuck
On top of a pole
If I could just phone home
With a little luck
I could take a trip
On the mother ship
Scotty, beam me up.
Now I tried real hard
To get through to you
I get the busy sound
And I can't get through
I guess I'll dial direct
Reverse the charges, hon
Yes I do suspect
I'm a nervous wreck
Get me 911
© 1990 Chuck Puckett
There is something that flows just
beneath you
As strong as a wild, surging sea
It’s a river that springs up inside you
And carries you ever to me
It carries you ever to me
Carries you ever to me
Through the spring’s flood of tears
Past autumn’s gray fears
Down the slope of the years
It carries you ever to me
There is something that rises inside me
As sure as a song written to
Your river that rises to meet me
It’s the song that I sing just for you
The song that I sing just for you
A song that I sing just for you
In a key we both know
Every word soft and low
Every note sung “just so”
It’s the song that I sing just for you
We’re a sight to behold, you and I
We’re a tangle that holds every thread
You’re a river that leads me, and I
Want to go evermore where I’m led
Go evermore where I’m led
Want to go evermore where I’m led
Down the stream where I’ll be
Close to you, and there we
Will dissolve in the sea
Away from all sorrow and dread
It carries you ever to me
Carries you ever to me
Through the spring’s flood of tears
Past autumn’s gray fears
Down the slope of the years
It carries you ever to me
© 2001 Chuck Puckett
Sitting in the courtroom, waiting for the
judge
My lawyer fell asleep and the D.A. wouldn't
budge
The jury had a problem when I plead insanity
I didn't mean to do it, it was not in first
degree
Twelve folks on the jury, they won't look me
in the eye
I'm starting to get worried, 'cause it looks
like I might fry
When they hand the judge the verdict, he
starts laughing right out loud
Gives the rope to the sheriff and says,
"throw him to the crowd"
Damn, I didn't mean to do it, I swear I'm
innocent
I didn't mean to do it, would it help if I
repent?
I didn't mean to do it, did the police not
report
That I didn't mean to do it? Give me mercy
in this court!
It was just a little party that we threw in
my back yard
To celebrate and rest since we'd been
working mighty hard
Selling drugs down at the high school and
dope down at the gym
Hell, we sold it to the principal - it
didn't bother him
Then we got a little rowdy, this I must
admit
And we got a little hungry so we dug a big
ol' pit
We made ourselves a barbeque, we built
ourselves a fire
And then we started looking for something to
expire
Okay, I guess I'll grant you that I'm really
not that wise
'Cause when someone suggested we should chow
down on our wives
Well, I took him very literal and went to
get my axe
Before they ever knew it I dispatched 'em to
the max
Now, it never did occur to me when chow came
on my mind
That he meant it to be sexual and not the
cooking kind
It's too late to deny it, we just went ahead
and cooked
Then we ate 'em for our supper, now you want
to throw the book
© 1991 Chuck Puckett
Pieces of the puzzle, useless artifacts
It’ll all make me a little stronger
Branches in the darkness, could be I’ve lost
track
Now nothing’s gonna change the way they do
things
© 2008 Chuck Puckett
It does no
good to say it now
That I could
make it up somehow
But I
wouldn’t do it anyhow
And no one
would believe my vow
To stand my
ground
Never seemed
to figure out
And things
were always left in doubt
What was it
that we fought about?
All we did
was scream and shout
And stomp around
Who pays for
all the crimes
We commit
but do not feel?
Many were
the times
Things got
really real
Many were
the escapades
That led to
blood and death
The memories
won’t ever fade
Until that final breath
I always
thought we could go back
But the past
is under some attack
And now I
know I’ve lost the track
Of whatever
used to hold me back
And staying
cool
The seeds
were left to germinate
But now it
seems it’s much too late
And no one
wants to sit and wait
When it’s
easier to imitate
And act a fool
© 2017
Chuck Puckett
Too many folks are angry
Not enough of them awake
Not one soul is willing
Not one chance will they take
Safety lies in numbers
Comfort's being numb
Intelligence is dangerous
It's better being dumb
Waiting in the bushes
Lay down on the job
Sleeping at the switch
Hiding from the mob
Torches in the courtyard
Somebody's gonna pay
You'd think they would avoid this
And find another way
Gotta find another way
When your dogmas don't agree
When everything you say is wrong
Just because you are not me
It always comes to push and shove
Take aim and fire away.
To somehow get past all this
Better find another way
Nothing short of shouting
Will ever satisfy
A man who feels he's got to say
What he thinks of the other guy
The other side is evil
With the devil on their team
They're ugly and they're stupid
What they want is just a dream
Now our guys got the answer!
What's the question? Hey, who cares?
It's our courage that will save us
We've better hearts than theirs
We're the only ones who realize
What God himself would say
But what he says, if we only knew
Is to find another way.
Tomorrow it gets quiet
Tomorrow's looking bad
There's no one left to argue
'Bout what the other said
There's not a man left standing
They've all been blown away
That's the best we can expect
© 2002 Chuck Puckett
It's the
end of the line
And the end
of the day
We've had
too much wine
And too
much to say
It's been a
good time
And we wish
we could stay
But I guess we'll be moving along
The
moonlight has gone
Behind the
last hill
We can
almost see dawn
And we
probably will
We've been
here too long
We could
stay longer still
Till the last little star has
expired
Finito,
benito
It's over
and done
Finished
forever
Goodnight,
everyone
Finito,
benito
They're
closing the door
We wish it
was endless
Cause we always want more
I know you
are tired
And I know
I am, too
If we stoke
up the fire
Wonder what
would that do?
Given all
that's transpired
Between me
and you
It's a
wonder we could ever go home
I wonder if
we’ll ever go home?
© 2002 Chuck Puckett
I stole
this song before it was even wrote down
Faced
with a tough choice back when I was too young
I stole
my life from folks that knew how to live
Don't
you think a young man should deserve one more chance
Take me
home (Take me home) back to the place I began
I stole
this song before I even knew what I'd done
Don't
you think an old man ought to stay off the road
Take me
home (Take me home) back to the place I began
Take a
chance when you take the road that leads from your front door
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You gotta go
all out until it’s all gone
You gotta
run the race ‘til the race is done
You can’t
say quit when there’s things to do
There’s a
world out there that is carving you
Like a
statue
This world is carving you
If you get
hit while you’re standing still
It’ll knock
the wind right outta your sails
When the
lightning strikes time to have some fun
When the
thunder rolls it’s too late to run
It’s the
thunder
That knows what must be done
I’m talking
about
Going all
the way out
With your
life on the line
And nothing
left in doubt
Make a claim
upon your name
Take the
spoils or take the blame
You’ll never
know what it’s all about
Unless you
give it all and gone all out
Nothing
matters much
Until you’ve gone all out
Don’t
believe you’re through when the whistle blows
You may be
running last, with a ways to go
But every
race isn’t won by the swift
Sometimes
it’s the ones who just won’t quit
Yeah the
winner
Is the one who will not quit
© 2012 Chuck Puckett
The
afternoon was made of gold
Can't
get in, so we must go out
It said,
"Hey, you know me",
OR what they're standing for
An
afternoon of endless gold
A
piece of gold is as cold as ice
The
voices say, "You know us",
Or what they're standing for
The
gate is closed, it always is
You take a chance when you walk out
Wish I
had me a handle, yes
Something said, "Hey, you know me",
It's said as much before
Or what it's standing for
© 1999 Chuck Puckett
Read it all in the
morning news
Life’s a bitch, null
and void
Here’s the way to
get rid of it all
What’s the point of
sticking ‘round?
Good and bad got to
separate
Here’s to us, glad
we’re saved
©
2005 Chuck Puckett
I want to ride up on
that train
Hallelujah, Hallelujah, Hallelujah Train
Lord, you know it's the train to ride
That train to glory leaves right now
Hallelujah, Hallelujah, Hallelujah Train
© 1999 Chuck Puckett
How do you
justify
What you’ve
done so you’re secure
How do you
rectify
All the sins
that made you pure
How do you
identify
Anyone who
stood in the way
There’s no
way to tell a lie
That makes the lie okay
How do you
hope to be
The man who
never lied
How do you
set them free
All the
thoughts kept deep inside
How does a
person see
What they
never thought was true
The truth
lies in the ground
And it’s calling out to you
Make me a
vessel of your justice
Make me a
toy of what’s divine
Tell me
there is nothing you call freedom
And
nothing’s what I thought was really mine
Just cut the vine, prune back the bloody vine
How do you
verify
The things
that went before
Why not
crucify
The man that
asked for more
Where does
the moral lie
When no tale
explains what’s right
No sane man
can identify
The darkness in the night.
Who holds
the key that
Will not
open any door
Where is the
guarantee
That someday
there’ll be more
How could we
ever see
The truth
that’s plain to see
Nobody ever
promised
Any truth to you or me
© 2013 Chuck Puckett
Don’t this road seem long to you
Like we’ve been traveling since the dawn of man
Don’t it feel like we should get somewhere
Instead of sinking in this windy sand
I hate to complain, but it’s plain to see
That we ain’t getting anywhere
It was simple when we started out
Now I really wish we were still back there
How far are we from heaven?
How close are we to hell?
How soon will we get there
And how do we tell
If we’ve made it to the station
If the train is pulling in
How far do we have to go
Until we get to the end
I could use a drink of water
Something to quench this bone-dry thirst
But there ain’t no water nowhere
This forsaken land has surely been cursed
Is that a sign there up ahead
Does it say where the hell we are?
Is there anybody here at all
Who has a clue about just how far?
The Fisher King has abandoned us
With no excuse in a world of doubt
In a wasteland that’s so empty
There’s not a hope and no way out
And nothing left but keeping on
© 2020
Chuck Puckett
It’s at least a life to learn to love
And youth’s been wasted on the young
The lies that were born upon our tongue
Are not what we are made of
I know more than ever now
That I love you more than ever
And more and more forever
I will love you more and more.
There’s no way to know what love can mean
Until the threat of loss is real
If I’d kept pure the sacred seal
Who knows what could have been
I know more than ever now
That I love you more than ever now
And more and more from now on
I will love you more and more.
It takes a life to learn regret
But life can teach that nothing’s lost
If we can just absorb the cost
Then we’ll be happy yet
I know more than ever now
That I love you more than ever now
And more and more from now on
I will love you more and more.
So, take my heart and soul and mind
I give them free, I give them clear
I hold you much more than dear
Until there is no time
I know more than ever now
That I love you more than ever now
And more and more from now on
I will love you more and more.
© 2001 Chuck Puckett
You and I,
we stand upon a void
You and I,
we can’t see either shore
Behind us
there are lives we can’t avoid
Before us are the lives we can’t ignore
Every moment
we breathe in
Is the
moment we breathe out
And in the
very center
Of that
moment when we enter
Is an
infinite encounter
With a
cosmic sacrament
In the space
between the tolling of the chimes
Lies the mystery of in-between times
You and I,
we think we stand apart
You and I
don’t recognize the bridge
A bridge
above the canyons of the heart
Where we can see each other on the other
ledge
Every moment
we breathe out
Is the
moment we breathe in
And in the
very center
Of that
moment when we enter
Is an
infinite encounter
With a
cosmic sacrament
In the space
between the tolling of the chimes
Lies the mystery of in-between times
The times
in-between
Are never
clearly seen
Until
they’ve joined the times
That have
already been
The times
that lie ahead
Are never
clearly read
Until we
ring the bell
And someone lets us in
You and I,
divided by no veil
We wonder
what think we might have seen
If ever we
could set foot on the trail
That leads us to the times that lie between
Every breath
we give and take
In the
moment when we breathe
We are at
the very center
Of the
moment when we enter
In an
infinite encounter
With a
cosmic sacrament
See the
space between the tolling of the chimes
There’s the mystery of in-between times
© 2011 Chuck Puckett
We took what
we could use
But we left
a little on the table
Not because
we didn’t need it
‘Cause Lord
knows we do
We did what
could be done
Hell, we did
more than we were able
We spent the
last we had
For that one moment in the sun
Put your
life upon the line
Hang your
life out on the wire
One day you
may be feeling fine
Next day
burning in the fire
Next day burning in the fire
Who knows
what’s in store?
Nobody knows
for certain
Sometimes
things work out
Sometimes
they’re not so hot
You hope
that something more
Might be hid
behind the curtain
But you’ll
never know for sure
About the things you think you’ve got
Yes, the
fire will burn your soul
And purge
away your doubt
The fire can
make you whole
Or it can
turn you inside out
It can push
you to the edge
It can drive
you past your fear
You can
stand out on the ledge
And never
care how you got here
And the fire is coming near
We made our
peace with fate
And then we
drove beyond the omens
Out to where
the air was clear
Out to where
the world was clean
There’s a
price for running late
There’s a
cost for never knowing
What you
need to make your life
More than a faded, empty dream
© 2011 Chuck Puckett
I believe our blood flows in the same vein
I believe it because we always feel the same
If we were more alike it'd be easy to explain
Still and all and through it all
Our blood flows through the same vein
I bet we were separated at the moment of our birth
In some accident you'd see on TV
Some freakish whim of fate
Some unlikely act of God
A hurricane in the nursery
And I was left out in the yard
And you were left lying in your pile of earth
That might just explain the mystery
You can bet we won't be put apart again
Ain't no way, no buddy, not no how
Our blood has run together
Our lives are just like glue
I realize you're a part of me
Like I'm so much a part of you
Our lives are coursing around inside our veins
We're definitely all together now
© 1993 Chuck Puckett
She's the kind of girl
You don't often see
She reminds me of eternity
She reminds me of me
She's the kind of girl
You don't see every day
Then think of in a thousand ways
I wonder if she prays
[bridge]
When I see her now and then
She stays inside my brain
Her picture clear and bright
Like a Colorado rain
She's the kind of girl
You wish you could find
You could discover a thousand times
I hope that she is kind
She's the kind of girl
You would always miss
She knows the very name of bliss
How does she kiss?
© 1988
Chuck Puckett
Those lilies
don’t work
Those lilies
don’t sweat
Those lilies
don’t worry
Those lilies
don’t fret
They’re all
dressed up
Wearing silk
and lace
Every color
is perfect
Every petal’s in place
I say, do
not worry ‘cause tomorrow is coming
Do not worry
‘cause tomorrow is coming
Nothing you
do gonna keep it at bay
Nothing you
do gonna keep it away
If I were you I wouldn’t worry today
Those
mountains don’t fall
Those
mountains don’t climb
Those
mountains do plenty
Just taking
their time
Been
standing so tall
Since the
world began
They’ll
still stand there
When there ain’t no men
What do you
think you could add or detract?
In a manner
of speaking it’s a matter of fact
That all you
do with your worrying ways
Is to make life blue for the rest of your
days
That wind’s
gonna blow
That wind’s
gonna fuss
That wind
must know
What’ll
happen to us
And if the
wind don’t care
And I’m sure
that it won’t
Then it just
seems fair
That the rest of us don’t
© 2011 Chuck Puckett
Living on
the leavings of your love
A little
long on losing
A little
short of just enough
You give me
just a taste
Of what I’m
always thinking of
But then you
leave me here with nothing
But the leavings of your love
Are you
playing me or teasing me?
And does it
really matter?
‘Cause the
way that you are using me
Is a game I
always lose
Are you
planning to be leaving me
A wiser man
but sadder?
If you can’t
give me all your love
Give me nothing but your blues
It feels about the same
Are you leaving any clues
As to where to put the blame?
I'm not tired, I'm only aching
From the pain I get from you
Are you staying with me, honey
Or are you going someplace new
Living on
the leavings of your love
A little
long on losing
A little
short of just enough
You give me
just a taste
Of what I’m
always thinking of
But then you
leave me here with nothing
But the leavings of your love
I
© 2011 Chuck Puckett
I wanna tell you something
You already know quite well
It's a long hard climb to glory
But a real short drop to hell
Work like a slave in the galley
Slave though you want to rebel
It's a long hard climb to glory
But a real short drop to hell
Seems like you can spend a lifetime
Scrambling up the side of a hill
Every rung on the ladder
Is just a step away from taking a spill
You can give it every ounce of your being
You might get everything that you ask
On the other hand you might write a story
Where the hero burns out fast
© 1997
Chuck Puckett
These are
easy words, this is a simple truth
It’s a thing
I’ve known so long from the time I was a youth
There’s a
story that I heard when I was just a child
About a
princess sound asleep and she had a special smile
In the
middle of a forest underneath the silent trees
She’d been
waiting there for years in a bedroom made of leaves
Till a man
would come along who would agitate her heart
Since no else was here, I thought I might
play the part
I know I
love you
I would wake
you if you wish
I know I
love you
Yes, and
everybody knows
That I love
you
I could wake
you with a kiss
At least that’s how the story goes
In a tower
far away, they say a woman combs her hair
She’s
imprisoned by her fear that’s why she’s hiding there
She would
leave if only someone came to carry her away
Someone
brave and someone handsome, someone to save the day
I’ve been
looking for that tower for so long I don’t know when
That I
started on the quest for a lover and a friend
Now I’ve
found the secret path and I hoped you might agree
Since no one else was here I thought it might
be me
I know I
love you
I would help
you to climb down
I know I
love you
Yes, and
everybody knows
That I love
you
I could bear
you to the ground
At least that’s how the story goes
There’s so
many stories about love that’s hard to find
There’s a
lot of villains who are anything but kind
There’s a
lot of heroes who come in the nick of time
But there’s only one of you and I want you to
be mine
A girl who
sits by the fire and wants to dance the night away
Her sisters
treat her cruel, make her work both night and day
A prince
might come or maybe not, these things are hard to see
But since I’m here I’d like to take you
dancing out with me
I know I
love you
I’d love to
take you far away
I know I
love you
Yes, and I
guess it shows
And I love
you
Forever and
a day
And that is how the story goes
© 2010 Chuck Puckett
[chorus]
Ain't nobody
gonna tell you
That they
don't know what to do
Ain't nobody
gonna let you think
That they're
not thinking, too
Might make
believe that it's all right
When
everything's all wrong
Might try to
act like they're moving fast
When they're taking way too long
What a man
may say has never had
Much bearing
on what he means
How a man
might feel is never plain
In the way
that that man seems
If he wants
to go, why won't he just leave?
What's going
on down deep inside
Can make a
man so scared
So it's
something that a man will hide
It's
something never shared
What you see is what they make you believe
The
businessmen and engineers
Got a
language all their own
They can
talk for days and never say
What's
itching on their bone
If they need
to moan, there's no need to deceive.
The
presidents and congressfolk
Discuss
things days on end
They'll
never say the system's broke
Even when
it's caving in
What you hear is what they make you believe
If it's
someone's fault, forget the blame
'Cause
blame's embarrassin'
Just call it
opportunity
To be what's
always been
When you're
ashamed, no reason for you to grieve
It's
nurture, not your nature
That's
causing all the woe
Whatever
caused the thing to fail
All happened
long ago
What you know is only what you believe
© 2000 Chuck Puckett
Well, it
may be different
It may
be the same
You
never know
When you
play the game
Lot a
times you gotta come around
Hold on
Everything is crazy
Everything is unusual
And I
don't mind saying
That I
don't play it like I used to
Everything that I used to know
May be
what it was
Before
it is over
Well I
don't mind praying
But I
don't believe
I don't
mind saying
That I
want to make you see
I can't
stay here anymore
They
don't tell me everything
I need
to get along
Well, it
may be different
It may
be the same
I'll
never know
Cause I
refuse to play the game
Everything I used to know
Runs
before me in the flow
It's
maddening even though
It is
over
© 1991 Chuck Puckett
Take a bow
before the curtain
Falls down
on your toes
Don’t you
know it’s not for certain
How the
story goes
Make amends
for all desires
That you
wish undone
How it ends
is in the fire
That cleanses everyone
Fire upon
the holy mountain
Fire upon
the hill
Fire that
fills you like a fountain
And it
always will
Flames of
passion ride the crest
Over waves
of deepest blue
Blame is
passing like a torch
Lit inside
of me and you
Of me and
you
Of me and you
Leave a path
no one can find
Then follow
where you lead
Laugh a
laugh of any kind
And then
forget to bleed
All
tomorrows blend together
Falling off
of every vine
All your
sorrows cannot weather
All this wearing down of time
Take a seat
and drink your wisdom
It tastes
like new-made wine
Don’t repeat
the action that is done
Just to make
your glory shine
Shout your
name the first time ever
That you
ever see the sun (that the world is new)
You’re not
the same and it is never
Going to be ever when you’re done [through]
© 2011 Chuck Puckett
Missed a road
somewhere, yeah, I sure as hell
All the roads you ride lead into the hills
Be careful when
you’re starting out
Highway goes past my front door
So here’s the facts,
and they’re not too tough
2005
Chuck Puckett
From
Berkley Bob’s Web page:
“A day without coffee is a day
without a dawn
A day
without music and we miss life’s song
A day
without love is a day gone wrong”
Berkeley Bob
I woke up
this morning and fixed me a pot
Sat on the
porch, read my papers and mail
Watched the
joggers run by, and those who did not
Sipping my
coffee and taking my time
It’s a good way to start, it just never
fails.
A day
without coffee is a day with no dawn
A day without music and we can’t sing along
A day without love is a day that’s gone wrong
There’s
nothing as good as a cup of hot joe
When you’ve
got the time just to sit there and sip
With someone
you love, sitting watching the show
The world
puts it on, it don’t cost a dime
Just drinking my coffee and not giving a rip
A day
without coffee is a day with no dawn
A day without music and we can’t sing along
A day without love is a day that’s gone wrong
My papaw
just to love to drive down the highway
We’d leave
in the morning morning, drive to
And, Lord,
that man would stop
At every
single coffee shop
And every
waitress got a tip,
And a real sincere, “Thank you kindly,
ma’am”
Pull up and
visit, I’ll get my guitar
We’ll sit
here and strum and sing the old songs
All things
being equal, this is just how we are
Good friends
who’ve known for such a long time
That music and coffee and love should be
strong
A day
without coffee is a day with no dawn
A day without music and we can’t sing along
A day without love is a day that’s gone wrong
© 2005
Chuck Puckett
Is tomorrow
gonna be a better day?
You think
that yesterday deserves to get a medal?
You think
there’s got to be a better way?
You think somebody else is pressing too hard
on the pedal?
I’ll be glad
to move aside
I’ll open
this here window wide
You can
crash or you can slide
It’s all the
same
The door’s
not locked, just give a shove
Don’t wait
for lessons from above
Don’t claim
you did it all for love
I’m not to
blame
I tell you I am really not to blame
Did someone
pay your way into the park?
Or did you
make it here all by your lonesome?
Did someone
try to rob you in the dark?
Or did they ask politely if they could have
some?
Are these
the words you’d use to make your point?
Did you make
them up yourself or merely read ‘em?
Is this
place what you’d call your kind of joint?
Or did someone say it was and you believed
‘em?
Nothing’s
gonna work before you earn it
Nothing’s
what you give if you want nothing
Something’s
gotta give before you learn it
And then the thing you learn is really
something.
© 2011 Chuck Puckett
How many
times I got to tell you
How many
times you got to see these hands
Washing
themselves of everything
You and I
ever planned?
I don’t
think it’s too much to ask
For you to
pay a little closer mind
To the
pieces of this puzzle we have
Or to the clues we need to find
Look at that
bird flying over that hill
Wonder if he
knows where he will
Be tomorrow
when the sunlight dawns
Of if he’s
got nothing but moving on
Maybe he’s only got his moving on
Lord have
mercy, but it’s sweet
When the
left and the right hands get along
Pulling out
the stops and pushing hard
Trying to
play this song
This place
looks like a place we knew
When we
changed the world, made it our own
Yeah,
something’s changed, too bad, okay
And the world we knew is gone
© 2011 Chuck Puckett
You're a
sight to see, you're the apple of
It's a
tragedy I don't have your love
But I might
as well just admit the fact
I know good and well you ain't coming back
Please
don't make me beg,
Although
begging ain't that bad
But it's
mighty bad to behave like a little boy
Who's never had no love
No love is
like the kinda love you gave
Make the
daytime night, raise 'em from the grave
Yeah, it's
sad to say that I'm outta luck
You just walked away and now I'm really
stuck
You make me stand and shout
you make me
dance and swing
Yeh, I'm
crazy 'bout the way you do your thing
I keep you
on my mind, I keep my fingers crossed
Now I come to find that you're really lost
Please
don't make me beg,
Although
begging ain't that bad
Baby, I
would rather beg than to be alone
And to've never had no love
Once we
tied the knot mighty happy to be tied
I guess
we'd rather not live quite so satisfied
Once I
thought I knew the best thing this life brings
Now I'm
living blue without you I got no strings
Not a thing
Hey, looky
here, now whaddaya say
Do think
it's fair leaving things this way
Let's try
again, take it from the top
'Cause the love we're in is mighty hard to
stop
No love,
your love
No love (Is
like) your love
Your love (Is like) no love
© 1991 Chuck Puckett
The devil threw an apple down
Said, “You best pick that up.
It’s all you need to understand
What’s right and what is wrong.”
Well it’s not my favorite food
I can pass it by okay
But don’t you offer me
The chance to play my song
I’d fall down on my knees
For a chance to play my song
I want to play my song
I got to play my song
It’s the only thing I want
It’s the one thing that I need
It’s why I walk this earth
And why I live and breathe
So until I play my song
Don’t bury me
Saint Peter was at the gate
Asked me to come on in
“Got plenty room in here
And there’s a place for you”
I told him that’s all right
Someday I might be back
But until I play my song
I got better things to do
I’ll fly away today
And come back when I am through
Yeah the devil and the angels
Pull me ‘round most all the time
I should prob’ly choose a side
Where I belong
But there’s nothing they might have
That would make me want to sign
Unless they give me a chance
To play my song
© 2016
Chuck Puckett
You’re thinking about Frisco
When the fog comes rolling in
I remember London
That’s the way it’s always been
I want to sit and rest awhile
You, you want to walk the dog
Sometimes it seems the things we know
Are lost
out in the fog
Got a different slant on living life
A different point of view
It’s a
miracle we get along, we two
You’d like to visit friends
I’d like to take a snooze
You’ve made some other plans
Maybe I’ll drink a little booze
There’s a book I need to finish
You’ve got the garden on your mind
Sometimes a common occupation
Is the
hardest thing to find
Got a different slant on living life
A different point of view
It’s a
miracle we get along, we two
Still there’s no one I would rather have
Beside me, thick and thin
There’s no one knows me better
And I know there’s never been
And I think you’d probably say the same
If they put you to the test
The world we see is not the same
But it’s
best of all the rest
You want Laura Nyro on the radio
I’d prefer the Grateful Dead
I’d like to watch some Doctor Who
You prefer the talking heads.
You’ll want to eat some healthy food
I’ll settle for a snack
But even when we drift apart
It’s so
good when we get back
Got a different slant on living life
A different point of view
And still
we get along, me and you
© 2011 Chuck Puckett
Remember me
when you have gone
Gone to that
place where you belong
To that
place I’ll never know
Remember me when you go
Hand me down
a sign, throw me a line
Pull me
right along,
Sing me a
song
Something’s
coming,
It won’t be
long
I don’t know what, but the feeling’s strong
Send me back
some word that I’ve been heard
Throw me
down a rope,
Give me some
hope
You’ve gone
ahead, you know the way
So light the path and I will not stray
We’re not so
different, you and I
You have
seen the sun
I want to
learn to fly
We were
bound to end up, by and by
On a road
that’s bound for glory
Far beyond the western sky
Take me hand
in hand
To the
promised land
Nothing more
to say,
Just lead
the way
I won’t get
lost but if I do
Please remember me like I remember you
Remember me
when you have gone
Gone to that
place where you belong
To that
place I’ve never been
Remember me now and then
© 2012 Chuck Puckett
He thought,
“Nobody dreams of me
I don’t wake
someone up in a sweat.
There’s no
heart racing faster no more
‘Cause I
remember or I forget.
No one
notices when I walk by
No girl
giggles when I’m gone.
They respect
the man that I’ve become
But I’m not anyone’s new love song.”
There’s many
kinds of marks you can make on your soul
There’s
nothing that will take them away
There’s a
million little dots you put by your name
Once they’re
there, they always remain.
There’s a
record of the things that you've never achieved
There’s a
list of the wrongs you have done.
If you
checked out tomorrow would they believe
That your race was a race you never won
Take a
chance, try to dance
Give it up
for adventure and romance
Take the
dive, make it live
Go ahead,
man, take a little chance
On life
© 2010 Chuck Puckett
Her mother’s womb was from Mississippi
River woman, never leave me
How can a person seem to know things
© 2012 Chuck Puckett
We don't have to be this a-way
Don't see why we never have nothing good to say
Nothing good to do
You for me or me for you
That's why I wanna go for a walk
Why I think I just wanna run away
Everytime it gets tough, I just wanna get going
Leaving's what I think about
Running down some empty street
Starting over somewhere, on the other side of sundown
Where we aren't weighted down
By you being you and me being me
It's always the same old same old
I walk in and we start in, seems like everyday
We each got a chip
Knock it off and let 'er rip
That's why I wanna go for a walk
Why I think I just wanna run away
It's a case of the running road blues
It's a matter of one of those things
I just wanna put on my flying shoes
I just wanna put on my walking wings
I know that we still have love
Down inside, the deep abiding love that has no name
But it's so far below
Can we find it? I don't know.
If we don't both locate it pretty soon
It's a bet we'll go insane
© 1991 Charles Puckett
I can see
the face of Jesus
Etched in
the creme of my latte
Does that
mean that I'm a saint?
Virgin Mary
in my creme brulee
I'm writing
to the Pope
See what His
Holiness has to say
Better see what His Holiness has to say
Saint
Caffeine, what does it mean?
Who’s behind
my bitter dreams?
I’m wide
awake and wondering where I’m bound
Saint
Caffeine I’m losing sleep
And this cup
of joe’s too deep
For me to
tell what might be coming round
They say you
can read the future
In a cooled
down cup of tea
But I can’t
see the future
That’s
waiting there for me
In a pile of steaming wet hot coffee grounds
© 2011 Chuck Puckett
Forces whirl in dark and light
Oh, see me, subtle serpent:
Mention mystery or might
With the tambour and the bell
The women dancing wild by the well
Copyright 1999 Chuck Puckett
Lotta people want to throw away the best
things that they own
Some people know they'll have to stay 'till
the cows come home
If you hang around a bit
You get to figure out most of it
And the truth is that we don't live by bread
alone
Better hold on to your seed corn
It's all that'll get you by
If you eat up all that seed corn
Some day you'll wonder why
If you don't have nothing left to plant
If springtime comes and you just can't
About that time, you'll remember that
You used up all your seed
Some things taste so good just because
they're all that's left
Even when you know you should put 'em back up
on the shelf
Nothing sweet as corn on the cob
There's an awful lot of future you can rob
But if you look ahead, you'll wish that you
had kept (a little seed)
Your children's children's kids can probably
make it on their own
They won't remember what you did, and
besides, they ain't even born
Let 'em find their own seeds
Let 'em take care of their own needs
Probably they wouldn't even want none
of your corn
© 2000 Chuck Puckett
She sees
more patterns in a painting
Than the
painter painted there
She knows
exactly what you’re thinking
When your
thoughts don’t go nowhere
She is sure
of every nuance
When you’re
screaming it out loud
She can
sense when it’s unbalanced
From the middle of a crowd
She is
sensitive, so sensitive
Walk on egg
shells, don’t be blind
She is
sensitive, so sensitive
There’s very little she don’t mind
He’s as wary
as a cat
When the
conversation slows
He knows
exactly where he’s at
And who’s
impressed by what he knows
He’ll
retract all that he’s said
If he is
challenged just a bit
Let someone
else get out ahead
He don’t want no part of it
He is
sensitive, so sensitive
And insecure
he’ll fall behind
He is
sensitive, so sensitive
There’s very little he don’t mind
They’re as
clever as the indigo
Children
waiting for the change
They’re as
edgy as the men that know
That
nothing’s out of range
It’s not
kind to be disrupted
By the
ordinary folk
A genius
interrupted
Thinks that
nothing is a joke
That it
could all go up in smoke
If the gifted ever choke
They’re
sensitive, so sensitive
Walk on mine
fields cautiously
They’re
sensitive, so sensitive
There’s very
little they don’t see
They’re so more than you or me
© 2010 Chuck Puckett
She's got a
little cough
She wants
codeine for her cough
Life's a
little rough
She wants
the edges soft
She's
living in a pillow
If you take
the covers off
Her life is
pure vanilla
She's afraid to add the sauce
She always
comes with friends
But she
always leaves alone
She'll be
bitter to the end
She'd be
better off alone
She cries
when she's nervous
And she's
nervous all the time
She's just
a whirling dervish
And she's
twisted in her mind
Twisted in her mind.
She's so
afraid
She's so
frightened
Scared of
what she's made
Scared to be enlightened
She keeps
her makeup on
When she
takes her panties off
She's
bashful to the bone
She needs a
Molotov
She's
living in a pillow
She needs a
looking glass
A good look
in the mirror
Cause there's nothing more to ask
© 1992 Chuck Puckett
Heard a man
sing a song from a long time ago
And it spoke
to me plain as day
Had a tune
that was clear and it won’t let go
And the
words just won’t go away
It was pure,
it was real, it was good as gold
And I guess
I have to wonder why
Such a song
never made the world take note
When he sang it the very first time
Some things
take a hold, some things churn deep
Some songs
are the songs that’ll make us weep
Some things
are so solid that they can’t fade away
Some songs will never fade away
From the
rubble of a city that lies in ruins
Came a poem
from great-souled man
In the heart
of disaster, love was always doin’
What it
does, over time and again
There’s a
flame in the bottom of a deep, cold well
Where nobody
ever thought to explore
Where the
dirt and the water have a tale to tell
Where we keep coming back for more
Better live
with the pain that the next day brings
‘Cause it’s
better than living with a lie
Catch a fire
from the eyes in the angels’ wings
Burn it up,
leaving nothing inside
In the ash,
when it’s cold, on a Sunday dawn
Kick the
coals, you will hear no complaint
Pick it up,
pick it up, hold it high overhead
Now you’re
looking at the soul of a saint
© 2013 Chuck Puckett
He used to stand
inside the thunder
|
Stand inside the
thunder
Standing on a high
place
Is there something
past the grave
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Got a hard
thing I'm talking about
I might be a
fool
Think I'm
talking about God
I'm only
talking about you
I want to be
something
But I don't
know what
All I can
feel
Is that it's just too damn hot
Take it
easy, baby
You got to
take it slow
Take it as
it comes
Before it decides to go
I made up my
mind to be
Just as good
as I could
I did
everything, Lord
That a poor
man should
I made some
promises
That was too
hard to keep
Now I find
myself
Hard pressed to go to sleep
I'm sure
thinking about you, baby
With every
breath I take
Every minute
I'm asleep
Every moment
I'm awake
I'm thinking
'bout you every instant
That I have
to give
Don't know
if I can die, Lord
But I know what it takes to live
I was
talking to God last night
In the usual
way
Seem like he
had my voice
He sure had
a lot to say
He wanted to
make me feel good
Tried make
me feel all right
He said that
I would
If I could
just get through tonight
I don't know
what he meant
But then I
never do
There's only
thing I'm sure about, baby
And that one thing is you
© 2000 Chuck Puckett
I’d like to
talk about love
But
something holds me back
Like to
discuss what I feel
But feeling is what I lack
You’re stuck
with a man without an ounce
Of
sensitivity
Oh, how did
you end up with
A heartless
soul like me?
I wish I
could but I just can’t
It’s foreign soil to me
My life has
been one long attempt
To scrape
away the paint
To try and
show what’s underneath
But in the
end I can’t
There’s
something in my soul
I put there
long ago
It’s a block
or a pain or something else
I guess I just don’t know
You’re tied
to a man who talks a lot
Keeps the
rest of it inside
I guess that
I could chalk it up
To a foolish
stupid pride
Whatever the
cause or reasons are
We shouldn’t
really care
I’d like to
tear it all apart
And lay my heart out bare
© 2011 Chuck Puckett
I wish I had
a direct line
To the
throne of God like you
I wish I had
a voice in my head
Telling me
what to do
It tells you
what you need to know
What to
think, where to stand
It tells you
where you need to go
How to act, what’s the plan
I been blue
for so long now
Not knowing
what to do
But finally
it’s all fixed up
Just
listening to you
Everything
was hard before
But it’s so
easy now
If I do
things the way you say
Yeah, that’s my row to plow
We’ll do our
best to persevere
Try and hold
up and be brave
But that
might be hard to do when
You’re
dancing on our grave
It’s real
hard work for mere mortals
It’s so hard
to understand
But look at
you, you got an inside track
To get to the Promised Land
This life of
doubt is a road to hoe
It’s a hard
life, yes it is
You’ve taken
care of all your doubts
That must be
perfect bliss
You know
what the Almighty wants
You don’t
mind telling the rest of us
You alone
know what it takes
To ride that heavenly bus
I’m glad
you’ve got a simple truth
No need to
compromise
It’s all
laid out in black and white
You’re
immune to the devil’s lies
I’m glad you
got a ticket to
Heaven’s
fine front row
It’s not
easy standing here
In the back
where we don’t know
The first
thing of the perfect life
That you are
bound to have
It’s tough
in hell, but you’re doing well
And I bet
you’re gonna laugh
When you see
all the sinners fry
When the
saints rise on a cloud
We’ll wave
goodbye and weep and moan
Us sinners’ll cry real loud
© 2011 Chuck Puckett
Nobody takes
exceptions
To the sins
nobody sees
Nobody gets
impressions
Of things
they could not be
Somebody
once discovered
Every motion
ricochets
Turning one
way, then the other
Where it ends up, who can really ever say?
Better off
without the knowledge
Better off
not knowing how
The story
ends
Or even if
you’re in it at the end
Better off just living in the here and now
We see what
we’ve been used to
People
amplify their past
Going
nowhere is not news to
Anyone who
believes that things will last
It’s a
lovely apparition,
So Ulysses
wants to hear
Then he
screams in desperation
‘Cause he knows that he came so very near
I’m not
making no excuses
For the way
I choose to be
I’m not a
man who refuses
Facing facts
when facts are right there plain to see
But it’s not
necessary
To remind me
when I fail
Since every
mem’ry that I carry
Left a marker on the road out of hell
© 2011 Chuck Puckett
Just because
we are talking
Doesn’t mean
we understand
Just because
our mouths are moving
Doesn’t mean
we give a damn
Just because
you think you know me
Don’t mean
you know who I am
Thinking really doesn’t make it so
Just in time
I hear you crying
So I pull my
hanky out
I can wipe
your tears away
Before you
concrete up your doubt
Tears are
kind of like a lubricant
They’re
better than a word
They’ll make
me think I’ve been reprieved
Though I
know that that’s absurd
Thinking really doesn’t make it so
I guess we
could pretend we know
What each of
us has sought
That’s
better than ignoring all
The signs
that we’ve been taught
I’d rather
have your heart in mine
Than some
empty, distant thought.
Thinking really doesn’t make it so
© 2011 Chuck Puckett
I've been thinking
about
[Chorus]
[Middle]
I've been thinking
about
© 2002 Chuck Puckett
Won’t you
take me
For one more
time
Past
whatever comes
I know that
there’s no one who
Thinks the
same as we do, still you
When you
change, you
Must
remember
What we were last September
I am not
leaving ever again
I’m not
deceiving you my friend
You must
believe me
There’s no
end to
What we can
do
You and I, together
I’m not
leaving ever again and
You must
believe me there’s no end to
What we can
do together
Together,
Together
Together,
Together
Do it together
I’m not
leaving you my friend
There’s no
end to
What we can
do together
Together,
Together
Together,
Together
© 2012 Chuck Puckett
The old men are nodding, their faces like
sand piles
Years on their shoulders and the hour so
late
They wish they were dancers, bowing and
courtin'
It's easy to see that they can't take their
fate
Just look at the children, all tie-died and
dancin
Stars in their minds and the evening so
young
They look just like fireflies, winking and
glowing
It's hard to believe you can have this much
fun
[chorus]
Flip it over, can't you tell
That it works just as well
As it did before it fell
In the mud and in the ice and on your blues
It's a Two-Sided Coin
It's the gristle and the loin
And it always must be chosen
But it never has to choose.
My father is certain his story is over
He'd just as soon leave if he had his own
way
He smokes and he drinks so no one can tell
him
That he's not as good as he once heard them
say
My daughter don't know any words that
describe her
She leaps at the chance to try anything
Her laughter may leave her someday if she's
careful
But she knows without words what the future
will bring
Out in the fields the men are all working
Bringing home sweat and blood on their brow
Their women have tried, but they just can't
desert them
Though they might for a moment if they only
knew how
Back in the town, they think they are lucky
To have all they have, and to never need
more
But their faces are pale, and their hands
are still clutching
Wanting and waiting and wanting some more.
[middle]
The greatest joy I have known rings from the
sweetest bell
It flows around and through me,
Making me part of something that's great
The hardest grief I remember draws from the
deepest well
It cuts a blade right through me
Aching until I can't see straight
Sometimes when I'm sane I can see
The room where my wisdom must be
And over by the door
Is Joy, asking for more.
And Joy calls it home
Joy calls me home
I'm going home
Each of these people is someone who's
breathing
The air that they drink feeds someone inside
Someone sincere, and watchful, and needing
Someone who all of their life has to hide.
All of these scenes are etched in a painting
Just one brush was used, just one canvas
bleeds
From the root to the leaf, the twig and
branches
The tree is the same, we all are the seeds
© 1987
Chuck Puckett
Whaddaya
know? It’s looking pretty good again
Who would
have thought this would ever return
Here is the
thing: no one had expected this
Now the
heart is beginning to burn
Now the tide
is beginning to turn
Now is the time we’re beginning to learn
Give us a
break, we’re looking for some kind of sign
Something to
tell us the best way to go
What does it
take to find some way that’s wonderful?
Now our eyes
are beginning to glow
Now the
truth is beginning to show
This is the place we’d been meaning to go
We’ve been
lost a long, long time
Now the road
is finally clear
I’ll sing
the song, you bring the wine
The celebration’s finally here
Whaddaya
know? Just like I remembered it
Starting to
fly like a robin in spring
Under the
snow, the jonquils kinda dancing
Now is bell
is beginning to ring
Now the
choirs are beginning to sing
Now is the time everybody should sing
La, lala, lala, lalalala
© 2011 Chuck Puckett
chorus:
That’s not
what I’m saying
I’m not
saying what I mean
I mean that
what I’m saying
Doesn’t mean
a blessed thing
It’s what I
think and what I feel
And what I do that makes me real
Words are
clever traps
They make
you think you understand
It’s not
what you talk about that matters
It’s what
you hold inside your hand
The silent
words inside your heart
That’s what this world demands
I have a lot
to say
But not much
that’s worth your time
And it’s the
time we’ve got that matters
And what we
do is what’s sublime
What we mean
by the things we do
Brings the reason to our rhyme
© 2012 Chuck Puckett
[chorus]
Everybody
here better hold on to something
Everybody
here needs to get things right
Sometimes a
little bit is better than nothing
What’s it gonna take for you to see the
light?
What’s it
gonna take before you give up your crying?
What’s it
gonna take before you find what you seek?
Nothing in
the world is worth the grief that you’re giving
Nothing in
the world satisfy what you need
Take a
little time and figure out for yourself:
Is it fame? Is it fortune? Is it power and
wealth?
What’s it
gonna take before you stop all your demanding?
What ‘s it
gonna be before you finish your run?
Nothing in
the world is big enough for your hunger
Nothing will
be left when you’re finally done
Take a
little bit, maybe last a little while
Or grab for all the rest and throw it onto
your pile
Who’s your
daddy, who’s your mommy?
Who is
paying your bills?
Where’s your
sugar, where’s your honey?
Is your
belly all filled?
What’s the
problem, indigestion?
Must of ate
it too fast
You could
try this suggestion:
Make some of
it last
Make just a little of it last
What’s it
gonna take before you eat up your tomorrows?
What you
gonna leave when you’ve let it all rot?
Nothing’s
gonna make up for the pain and the sorrows
Nothing’s
gonna pay for all the stuff that you’ve got
Put a little
back before you find it’s too late
Leave a little something on the side of your
plate
© 2011 Chuck Puckett
He’s got a
smokestack brain and a cornfield heart
What’s the matter
with Kansas
|
Think
She’s as sure as hell that the terror
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[chorus]
It's a different kind of homesick
When you haven't got a home
Though I know someone is waiting
If I ever quit the road
It's a different kind of heartache
When your heart don't hurt no more
Lord, I hope someone is waiting
When I go a little more
Well, I reach into my pocket
I pull out twenty-seven cents in change
I count it once again
It still comes up the same
I guess I've got my dreams
That's all I ever wanted
Except someone to share them with
A little farther down the road
The outer space and inner state
Lead nowhere when I travel to tomorrow
I travel just the same
'Cause it's about the only thing I know
Never pausing to relinquish
Any portion of the soul that I'm becoming
Though I realize that loving
Is the only saving grace that there can be
The sun comes up all purple
Like a boxer whose been beaten and forgiven
I could leave this place tomorrow
Never think twice 'bout why I came
Except maybe all the feelings
I was hoping I could feel before forever
Though I keep hoping maybe
They're a little further down the road
© 1980 Chuck Puckett
Who do you
think is screwing with you?
Who’s got
your head in a vise?
Who do you
think is screwing with you?
Whatever
they’re doing, it’s not nice
They have
ruined your very way of life
They have
stolen your children and your wife
They’ll be
coming for you with a knife
Who is it
has you screwed?
I bet it’s someone who’s tatooed
All your
rights have been left out
Who do you
think took ‘em?
Your balls
of manhood are in doubt
Who was it
that shook ‘em?
All your
money
All your
stock
They took it
all, honey,
Then they
changed the lock,
Lock, stock
and barrel
I bet it was
Steve Carrell
I bet it was Will Farrell
Your mighty
god suffers sacrilege
Who was it
took his sceptre?
That
promised land has been reneged
We’ve been
fooled by the Great Deceptor
Being washed
of sins
That you
love to do
If a gay guy
does it
It won’t
work on you
You ain’t no
martyr
You don’t
like Jimmy Carter
Compromise
is a non-starter
© 2010 Chuck Puckett
We were steady and believers
That the way we took was right.
In retrospect, I must suspect
That luck was something we neglected,
'Cause it got a bit too tight,
On that sad September night.
An orange moon was bringing harvest
And other things in the dark.
The field ablaze and autumn haze
Was wrapped around your youthful face
And kept us right upon the mark.
[chorus]
Keep on running, pagan lady,
Keep your pace and keep your wings.
I'm not sure of all the lyrics
That you sing of when you sing.
Winds of autumn, blowing briskly
Breeze around your auburn hair.
I've got songs I'm sure you've heard
Long ago and way back there.
Signal fires on the mountains
Something calling on the wind.
In calmer times and milder climes,
We were safe by the courthouse chimes.
Now there's a danger where we've been.
Things look different in the morning
But I'm sure it's all the same.
In wilder nights and weirder lights
I've seen much more stranger sights.
Nothing like this can I claim
© 1986 Chuck Puckett
You tell me that you want some simple words
Uncluttered, unqualified, and true
You tell me that it's surely not absurd
To say just exactly how I feel about you
You tell me you don't require poetry
Tell it straight, straightforward, straight from the heart
Well, I'll tell you exactly what I know for sure
If you tell me exactly where to start
[chorus]
You tell me how we fit together
You tell me how we fall apart
You tell me time and time and time and time again
How I got into your heart
You tell me why we need each other
You tell me why we come and go
You tell me time will fall into eternity
Before you tell me why you know it's so
Before you tell me why you told me so
I'm the person who simply is not capable
Of telling without telling just why I tell
When using words I'm really quite insatiable
Though I guess that fact's just as clear as a bell
You're a person who needs a simple fairy tale
With a moral, on a mural, on the wall
Well once upon a time there was a lonely man
Who fell in love with you, and that's all
It's telling on you how this tale is being told
In the telling, by an idiot, like I said
It's a telling moment when we finally grab a hold
To the tail, to a tiger, by the head
I'll tell you in the morning how I really feel
Let's sleep on it, give it a rest, let it be
Let's let it rest till every word is sleeping
Every spoken syllable can dream of being free
© 1991 Chuck Puckett
Cold rain is falling from a November sky
In the darkness you wave at each sad passerby
Running for cover, keeping their powder dry
A warning shot across the bow, but that’s all
for now
Whose mind perceives?
Whose mind believes?
Broken eyelashes fall to the street below
Sunset flashes in colors no one ever knows
A dream with no words to tell that so and so
where to go
You’re on your own it’s true, with no one to
show you
Whose world is this world?
Where did you find this pearl?
Leo tells a joke, she cries, and then she
smiles
Genius fades too fast, but then in a little
while
The flame grows high again
Somewhere, someone waits to breathe it in
The trick is not to fade too fast
The trick is to try to make it last
In the diner, the losers drink from a broken
cup
The soup of the day will never fill you up
On the sidewalk outside, the bus never seems
to stop
Lightning cracks the clouds, you’re dressed
in shrouds
Whose soul is crying?
Whose soul is lying?
Mathematical symbols written across the board
Metaphorical travelers forget the unspoken
word
Songs nobody ever heard are now preferred
You’re on your own it’s true, it hasn’t
occurred to you
Where did this begin?
What door opened and let you in?
© 2013 Chuck Puckett
Might have been hotter, hot’s what I remember
Summertime standing on a sidewalk hell
Steam rising up from a concrete pavement
Thunderstorm rain cools it down for a spell
But it comes back hotter, so you might as
well
Put it out, put it out, put the fire hose out
Jump up in the water in your pants and shoes
Put it out, put it out, let me stand and
shout
And try to lose a little of the summertime
blues I got
Put out the fire in the middle of July
‘Cause I tell you right now this is too damn
hot
Only thing better than some ice cold water
Is some ice cold beer, now that can’t be beat
Only thing hotter than the sun beating down
Is the heat coming up from my barefoot feet
We’re sleeping tonight on top of every sheet
Put it out, put it out, put the deep fire out
Leaping up like Indians with their war paint
on
Put it out, put it out, cooling down’s what
I’m about
I’m tired of temperatures in the heat stroke
zone
Turn off the sun before we burn in hell
There’s nothing left to do but to toss and moan
Nothing left but ashes when we’ve burned to
the bone
© 2009 Chuck
Puckett
Don’t pretend I’ll turn around
I’m walking out of here
Down the street, out of town
Down the road because you know
I never said I’d never go
I’m leaving
It’s not that hard to explain
I’m leaving you alone
Catch a ride, hop a train
Maybe I never told you so, but
I never said I’d never go
This is not that big a deal
Lovers leaving all the time
Just pretend it isn’t real
Have a smoke, drink some wine
Just pretend I never left
If that will ease your mind
Or pretend that I am deaf
And I didn’t hear you cryin
I’m driving
Down a road I do not know
I’m driving in the rain
Through the sleet, through the snow
Where I’m bound I do not know
But I never said I’d never go
No, I never said I’d never go
© 2009 Chuck
Puckett
I’ve got the
card and the flowers
I’ve got the
wine and the song
I’ve been
waiting here for hours
How could
anything go wrong?
I’ve got
lines I’m rehearsing
So they’ll
always ring true
I’ve got everything planned out to a “T”
The only
thing missing is you
I’ve got
reservations for dinner
At a café
downtown
I’m sure that
it’s a winner
It’s a quiet
little place I found
I can meet
you there at eight
You’ll be
late like you always do
I’ve got the night and our lives all planned out
The only
thing missing is you
I am not
really hoping for
A chance to
reconcile, but you’re
Mistaken if
you thought I wouldn’t try
You’re not
where I thought you’d be by now
But it doesn’t matter anyhow
‘Cause I
think you’re gone forever, and so I
Called cab
and bought a ticket
For a plane
that leaves at ten
I’ll be able
just to make it
If I hurry,
but ‘til then
I’ve got
lines I’ll be rehearsing
For a scene
we’ll never do
I had our
whole lives planned
I thought
you’d somehow understand
We’d be
together ‘till the end
Now the only thing that’s missing
Is you.
© 2009 Chuck
Puckett
And the climate change is real
We'll have a world warmed by wood fire
But without the cozy feel
When we've pumped the final barrel
When that final engine dies
The only consolation
Is that it comes as no surprise
There'll be a haze on the horizon
And lots of water underneath
With everybody hungry
And no one there to send relief
Too late to use the sun
Or the winds that cross the skies
A world can't run on empty
And it comes as no surprise
There won't be no surprises
No rabbits from the hat
No hail Mary ending
You won't be seeing that
No hero running in
And the villain finally dies
'Cause we are all the villains
And that comes as no surprise
There might have been a chance
If we had done a little more
When we all saw in advance
What the future held in store
Now the future is upon us
See it in our children's eyes
Now there's nothing left to do
But it comes as no surprise
© 2015 Chuck Puckett