Meeting Street
Posted: Sun Jun 28, 2015 10:42 am
Meeting Street
by johndisk0
(with a little help from the Soggy Bottom Boys)
-=VERSE 1=-
I walk alone going everywhere I roam with a, a mic cord, pad and pen, and headphones. I'm calling nowhere home, you could say a rolling stone, walking from coast to coast and flowing poems show to show. My friend is my beat. Without it, I am incomplete. I bring the heat that makes you tap your feet; get out your seat. Everywhere I go is where I was meant to be. Living free with a couple of pennies and my name, walking streets made out of dirt or paved and I'll never go back to the place where I was born and raised.
(The place where he was born and raised.)
-=VERSE 2=-
I am a man of constant sorrow. No tomorrow. Gotta borrow just to swallow. Called a John Doe. Not a honcho. With this crossroads at my feet, I see my fate. I'm facing change. I'm thinking I'm not really free. I'm feeling like I'm on the corner of dude and catastrophe. I lost my beat. I'm feeling doubt. I'm obsolete. I've been tossed out. This meeting street, it has no route. I'm thinking, "What's this all about?" I don't know where I'm going, only know what I can see. I look around and realize I got no friends to help me out.
(He has no friends to help him out.)
-=VERSE 3=-
As I stand here seeking answers, feeling like an empty chamber, I whip out my pen and paper and begin to feel at ease. Even stranger is this anger come to take its hold on me. I match my feelings to my beats and let the song begin to be. Then, I realize I am tied to the music of my life. I can't choose my left or right. I sit back and ride it out. My life is not a meeting street along which I can choose my way. I'm guided by the rails of destiny and pain all day. Maybe I will live forever. Maybe I am just insane. Know that I will not surrender 'till I die upon this train.
(Perhaps he'll die upon this train.)
by johndisk0
(with a little help from the Soggy Bottom Boys)
-=VERSE 1=-
I walk alone going everywhere I roam with a, a mic cord, pad and pen, and headphones. I'm calling nowhere home, you could say a rolling stone, walking from coast to coast and flowing poems show to show. My friend is my beat. Without it, I am incomplete. I bring the heat that makes you tap your feet; get out your seat. Everywhere I go is where I was meant to be. Living free with a couple of pennies and my name, walking streets made out of dirt or paved and I'll never go back to the place where I was born and raised.
(The place where he was born and raised.)
-=VERSE 2=-
I am a man of constant sorrow. No tomorrow. Gotta borrow just to swallow. Called a John Doe. Not a honcho. With this crossroads at my feet, I see my fate. I'm facing change. I'm thinking I'm not really free. I'm feeling like I'm on the corner of dude and catastrophe. I lost my beat. I'm feeling doubt. I'm obsolete. I've been tossed out. This meeting street, it has no route. I'm thinking, "What's this all about?" I don't know where I'm going, only know what I can see. I look around and realize I got no friends to help me out.
(He has no friends to help him out.)
-=VERSE 3=-
As I stand here seeking answers, feeling like an empty chamber, I whip out my pen and paper and begin to feel at ease. Even stranger is this anger come to take its hold on me. I match my feelings to my beats and let the song begin to be. Then, I realize I am tied to the music of my life. I can't choose my left or right. I sit back and ride it out. My life is not a meeting street along which I can choose my way. I'm guided by the rails of destiny and pain all day. Maybe I will live forever. Maybe I am just insane. Know that I will not surrender 'till I die upon this train.
(Perhaps he'll die upon this train.)