AUGUST 12, 2011 3:00PM

Stone Cold Fever after The Blues remembers When

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Singing To Myself

your hot cold fever
cool cool sweat
in a hip way
runs up in my mind
slipping, sliding
like sideways confusion
a heady trip
listening to Buck Owens
act naturally
an alright groove
but hard for me
a fat man in the bathtub
moaning the blues
a solid rhythm
rising above
giving up
begging 
brought down
over you
being over me
a sad sad production
so hard to see
your peculiar ways
running
stomping
slapping my sanity
cuckoo
time after time
can't put it off
my tears 
tick-tock
tick-tock
tick-tock
the time has come
tick-tock
tick-tock
but the way you
flip your hip
makes me weak
like a fat man
                                in the bathtub
moaning the blues
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
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said the straight man to the late man ...
been looking our your back door again? you do have a way with lyrics.
If you give me diamonds, I'll being you back some gold~4 days + counting!
You do indeed have a way with words! I hope 4 days sail by..
That is a line I will not easily forget:
"but the way you
flip your hip
makes me weak
like a fat man
in the bathtub
moaning the blues"

(For many reasons...)

that damn hair flip.
that tuck behind the ears, sometimes.
that twisty thing they do with a strand of it with their fingers .
lets not forget pooof! blowing a bit of straying hair off their faces.

4 days,hm?
still a long time off...plenty of time to strip down
to truth and bone.

hey, who's that? must be one of the cheneys.
or is it Silk town's guardian spirit, like Athena was for athens?
cool. like your tags. rainbow stew evokes delightful images and an aroma to die for. where the hell is that clown head? Please let me know so I will never go there.
Ah the sound of Chuck waiting...
Chuck A. Stetson.
I'd but you Pizza.
Lettuce enjoy it.

Epicurean do eat good.
Eat, drink, and be merry
Tomorrow we may die.

Salad green with a `Pizza Pie.
Wear a Stetson Hat. Heehaw.
I'll bring the yellow mustard.

Wear a Amish straw hat too.
You can wear three hats too.
No fear a lip cold blister too.

No get a lewd tattoo on hips.
the maitre d' ask Kerrry L to?
Please cover two thigh tattoos.
They are pretty on the two hips.
Maybe Kerry is a closet hippie.
Hide Pizza Pie under goat soap.
cc.
If in a Manhattan bar call 9-11.
Ask the Spirit & Tobacco boars?
Begin to serve raw moo cow milk.
Eat Good Blue Suede Blue Cheese.
Keswick Creamery Yummy Yogurt.
Frischkaseis is lumpy style Yogurt.
Add no mustard. Add jams. Oho.
Smile.
Later?
Maybe.
I no get.
Comment?
They stick.
Kerry? Oho.
Behave too.

Google Farmstead Cheese Asap.
The cheese artisans make Blues.
They do make great blue cheese.
You tickle some bone in me. It is not funny. But it is not blue either.
rate
Engaging piece, and wow that graphic.
Four days can seem like forever, cool riff as always Chuck.
The picture says it all. Only 3 days now.
The picture says it all. Only 3 days now.
Well done. She is loved and as Trilogy said, only 3 days now. R
like a fat man
in the bathtub
moaning the blues

Say, what's the big idea of slipping a camera into my bathroom?!
I hear you moan, I hear you moan.
whenever I see your smiling face.
I wonder, wonder, wonder who.

P.S. Our old friend Jesse Mitchell's first novel is now available for download on Amazon for less than a buck.
Phew, that's heavy, Chuck.