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One Man Show One Man Show

One Man Show.
I used to want sing onstage, See my music on the printed page
Action figures in a bedroom band, Always a one man show
 
Under age I'd sneak into a bar, Watch a hippie sing and play guitar
Songs of beer and fights and tainted love, Filled my night time hours
 
  There's something bout a one man show,   Guitar and voice stripping bare the soul
  Words matter not - Only the thought,   The heart of this a one man show
 
I'd sing a harmony so high and light, Interrupted by a bar room fight
Stick around and help clean the mess, Just to music talk a while
 
I tried performing on a night or two, Forget the words and sang like Scooby Doo
They were polite, hardly booed at all, I gave the dream a rest
 
  There's something bout a one man show,   Guitar and voice stripping bare the soul
  Words matter not - Only the thought,   The heart of this a one man show
 
Now and then when the gig was done, We'd sit in living rooms and play for fun
I'd scrape the strings and do a riff or 2, Then watch a second show
 
So many years have passed since then, Quite a distance between boy and man
The dream is rested and snores at times, But never went away
 
  There's something bout a one man show,   Guitar and voice stripping bare the soul
  Words matter not - Only the thought,   The heart of this a one man show
 
  Sometimes I hear a voice sing back,   My own harmony the missing track
  There's time it seems - To pursue the dream,   So I begin my one man show
 
© 2004 Doug Barnett

Portrait of Milton
 
Milton packed and left, When he was ten years old
His dreams wouldn't let him sleep, Trading home for gold
Ruth, named from the bible, But never told just why
Straight and strict was life until, She'd close her eyes and fly
 
  A portrait of Milton,   Hangs in the hall
  Ruth looking back across,   From the other wall
 
Milton was the last, Smallest of twelve at home
Never finding happiness, He was crowded and alone
Closing eyes one summer, Ruth did not return
The only words from mother, Warned that she would burn
 
Milton rose to give his seat, To Ruth when she would fly
The bus to Jupiter and back, Beneath dark lidded eyes
Drawn to sit across from her, Spotless shinning soul
Dream that interrupted sleep, He found his only gold
 
Opening her eyes one day, Ruth looked at Milton there
Angel wings in dark blue eyes, And silken flying hair
He never gathered riches, She never left the ground
It was a different treasure, They looked across and found
 
  A portrait of Milton,   Hangs in the hall
  Ruth looking back across,   From the other wall
  Staring happily each day,   Into each others eyes
  Hidden treasure lifting hearts,   To dance the endless skies
 
© 2004 Doug Barnett


Old Jeans                      
 I realized this morning, As I pulled on my old jeans
 They nearly fell to pieces there, Came apart at the seams
 Faded white and ragged, I remember when they were new
 I should have worn another pair, But nothing else would do                                           
            Our love is an old pair of jeans, That feels like extra skin
          Body shows through fabric, Where it's starting to get thin
          The older that I get it seems, The more my soul shows through
          Love that keeps my heart alive, I can only get from you

 Reminded of a summer evening, After the heat of the day
 Back before the kids came home, And we still had things to say
 They might be old and dirty, Unfit for a public display
 I've put them on 6 mornings now, And they'll be worn again today
 
 One day when we're older, And don't wear jeans at all
 We'll put on tracksuit trousers, And walk the super mall
 Till that day arises, And fashion slips away
 Faded soft and comfortable, Is how I wish to stay
 
© 2004 Doug Barnett


End of the Dirt Road.

That boy could drive me, So close to insanity
We'd battle and disagree, I slammed a few doors
I have never seen another, Child so damn stubborn
Become a nice young man, Like this before

At end of the dirt road, Is the start of the highway
Life may get harder but easier to steer
Watch the horizon, For signs of the future
Foot to the pedal and an eye on the mirror

The house is no longer, Littered with legos
Tinker toy swords, Only in photographs now
No speeding tickets, No drugs or drinking
Such fortunate parents, We sure don't know how

At end of the dirt road, Is the start of the highway
Life may get harder but easier to steer
Feel the connection, Family can give you
Foot to the pedal and an eye on the mirror

Honor roll student, Sang songs with his family
Piano and guitar, Black belt, Lacrosse
Funny, but that stuff, Was not on my mind when
I sat down to write here, Of senior year cost

At end of the dirt road, Is the start of the highway
Life may get harder but easier to steer
Feeling the freedom, And dance with abandon
Foot to the pedal and an eye on the mirror

We’re all on a new path, some more and some less
It took such a long time, But happened so fast
Still have the memories, Photos and movies
Look to the future, As well as the past

At end of the dirt road, Is the start of the highway
Life may get harder but easier to steer
Watch the horizon, For signs of the future
Foot to the pedal and an eye on the mirror


© 2005 by Doug Barnett and Roxie Bellew



Ten Yards Down
 
The old dog ran a pathway back and forth along the wall, Silent pacing sentry in an exhibition hall
Fifteen years of running make the hard pack smooth as glass, Winding bit of Oregon Trail cut through Bermuda grass
 
Routine is all that drives his world of moving feet, Ten yards down, touch the wall, ten yards back, repeat
The rhythm speaks of inner focus, peace, and things of beauty, Inside his tired aging mind he simply does his duty
 
   Ten yards down - He's walking in my sleep   
   Ten yards down - pray the Lord his soul to keep
   Ten yards down - touch the wall and then
   Turn around the other way and ten yards back again
 
Faithful service to a master grown and moved away, At his post the sentry guards with no complaint to say
His vision blurred and hearing gone, a gentle covering mask, Feet and legs remember every step along the task
An old man sits alone and rocks while the sentry does his run, He smiles to see that ol dog walk his trail in the sun
Stoops to fill the water dish, the sentry gains a treat, Then ten yards down, touch the wall, ten yards back, repeat 
 
   Ten yards down - He's walking in my sleep   
   Ten yards down - pray the Lord his soul to keep
   Ten yards down - touch the wall and then
   Turn around the other way and ten yards back again
 
© 2004 Doug Barnett


Gene Autry.
I asked my youngest son about his plan, Who he would be when he became a man
He looked at me and said Dad you go first
I wanna be Gene Autry
Taken back to my boots and gun
Texas cowboy in the noon day sun
Get a sidekick with a funny hat
Champion horse to ride
 
 I'd sing of my silver haired daddy
 Sunshine and teedle o twill
 And those blue Canadian Rockies
 Then back in that saddle I fill
 
A new adventure every Saturday
Always know the perfect thing to say
Work all day and sing all night
When you're gene autry
Respect my elders and women too
My guitar would always be in tune
Come riding in and save the day
Single handed
 
 I'll sing good night to Irene
 As south of the border I ride
 With spurs that jingle jangle jingle
 And Mexicali rose by my side
 
Make a mint being good and pure
Keep the cowboy code that's for sure
Retire in sunny cal-if-orn-i-a
And buy the angels
My son said dad you sure are strange
No horse and saddle, and no open range
But who you are is who you want to be
To me you're gene autry
 
 I'd sing of my silver haired daddy
 Sunshine and teedle o twill
 And those blue Canadian Rockies
 Then back in that saddle I fill
 
2004 By Doug Barnett

Disappear.
 
Dam its good to see ya man
Ya want a can of beer?
I know its only 9am
I'm just glad to have you here
 
Watch your step come on in side
Find a place to sit
I been working on the truck since dawn
It always seems to quit
 
The boy is fine, off at college now
You know the jobs the same
Without the beer and that truck of mine
I think Id go insane                                                                  
 
  Then one day I will disappear - And they'll never know
  Fade away in the afternoon - Like a summer snow
  And that day I disappear - I figure they wont care
  Vanish like a 2 length lead - In Kentucky air
 
Remember when we'd drink till dawn
And get to work by 8
When I look at the clock today
9pm seems late
 
I know they call me a drunk
It's true, but I don't feel sad
If I still have a friend like you
Then things can't all be bad
 
Come on back when you're in town
Don't forget to write
I may not ever send one back
But it still makes my life
 
  One day I will disappear - And they'll never know
  Fade away in a movie crowd - Another so and so
  And that day I disappear - I don’t think they'll care
  Slip away like a 3 run lead - In October air
 
© 2004 Doug Barnett


Goin To Arizona.
Open the door and shut the door
We're goin to Arizona
Car is packed and ready now
There's nothing left to slow us 
Early morning darkness
Breaking into day
Smiling in the sunshine
We're really on our way
 
Open the gate and shut the gate
We're goin to Arizona
Driving down through Oregon
Crossing California   
Stopping off in Reno
Tahoe wedding plans
Dream finally realized
Becoming wife and man
 
  I'm goin to Arizona
  In the valley of the sun
  I'm goin to Arizona
  With my love
              My only one
 
I'd like to play some music
Out in Arizona
On the rim in Pinetop
Or maybe in Sedona
Lazy summer morning
Sleeping in the sun
Love the life we lead
Two of us as one
 
  I'm goin to Arizona
  In the valley of the sun
  I'm goin to Arizona
  With my love
              My only one
 
2003 By Doug Barnett


Jacksons Cafe.
 
I found myself in silent meditation
Never really knowing I was lost
Turning over every great decision
Sensory deprived I weighed the cost
Interrupting reverie and mind set
A melody came through as if a dream
Drifting past the drywall in the morning
Splitting down a thirty two year seam
   Sitting in the gutter by the café - Corner stone Jackson and Thirteenth
              Lifted by a voice that says you will
   Music was the heart I could hold on to - A pedestal to stand and see the world
              Foundation of a song that haunts me still
 
On the lonesome frontier of my youth 
Hours spent immersed inside the sound
In that simple melody sprang hopeful
Wonder at the secrets I had found
Seek to add my voice into the chaos
If only those I loved would just believe
Desperate dreams starving for attention
Die a lonely death and no one grieves
   Standing on the sidewalk by the café - Dusty corner Jackson and Thirteenth
            Transformed by a voice that says you will
   Music was the soul of what I needed - A pedestal to stand and see the world
            Beginning of a song that haunts me still
 
Life was moving faster than the seasons
Doubled pace each time I turn around
Newer roads to run and borrowed visions
Plastered up the souls forgotten sound
Distracted by the rapid changing pictures
From evil ones who own the nations soul
Music interrupting meditation
Finally stops the battle for control
   Living in the shadow of the café - Hallowed corner Jackson and Thirteenth
            Echoes of a voice that says you will
   Changing hearts and minds given the time - A pedestal to stand and see my soul
            Turning of a world that haunts me still
 
 © 2004 Doug Barnett



Let go the world.
 
That old red truck of yours just drove away
Wanted to keep it but it couldn't stay
Needed some working room and TLC - And we were short on both 
We took home movies to remember when
In ten more years we'll wonder where it's been
Your favorite truck in the whole wide world - In someone else's hands
 
 My mother used to tell me - If you love it set it free
 Hearts should fly away - Or sail the sea
 It's your own wings that can get - Clipped and tied
 So just let it go and fly - Let go the world and fly
 
That old black dogs been with me fourteen years
Lived my life through all the laughs and tears
Gentle soul inside a ball of fur - A happy swirling tail
Painful bark tells me that it's not fair                                                      
He's having trouble on the front porch stair
Losing out to life a thread each day - Sleeping more and more
 
 My mother used to tell me - If you love it set it free
 It may come back to you in ways - You cannot see
 It's your heart that can get - Trapped in your mind
 So just let it go and fly - Let go the world and fly
 
Half the money when we sold the car
Got us a puppy and a new guitar
Making music with the ones you love - Beats a classic ride
Now our son is almost eighteen years
Close to leaving home despite his fears
Guess we'd better call the folks and chat Get the same old advice
 
 Your mother told you - If you love him set him free
 His heart should have the chance to sail the sea
 It's your heart strings that get - Wrapped and tied
 Just let him go and fly - Let go your world and fly
 
© 2004 Doug Barnett



Never Thought to Ask.
 
Found an old home movie I shot at 17
G.I. Joe stop motion I was young and lean
I saw my childhood puppy and that old brown car
My good friend James playing my guitar
 
He was flying solo and I had never been
Two fearless souls challenging the wind
I watched the faded images flicker out and die
I heard him call me Sphinx, I never knew why
                       
 We were just young flying fools                                               
 Didn’t have a thing to lose
 Always running fast, Life slipping past
 I never thought to ask
 
We spent a year or 2 just hanging out with friends
Then he went off to find a dream and I moved on again
He found what he was looking for in navy jets to fly
Left behind my memory of one day in the sky
 
The car was sold for scrap, the puppy passed from age
Guitar was crushed one night in a drunken rage
8 years since we angled off That Cessna flying day
At the 10 year reunion I heard he passed away
 
We were just young flying fools
 Didn’t have a thing to lose
 Always running fast, Life slipping past
 I never thought to ask
 
 
 
 
 
 
Dedicated to James Janzen 1960-1988
 
© 2004 Doug Barnett



58 Archtop.
A 58' archtop harmony
When I was twelve I named it melody
Stuck behind me on a three speed bike
We became the best of friends
 
All one summer learned to play
Then neck began to crack and sway
Borrowed a brand new Yamaha FG
From my Uncle Bill
 
 The music would take me home
 The music would set me free
 The music of angels singing in the dark
 The music of you and me.
 
I grabbed a hold and did not let go
The best companion I could ever know
Lean my chin upon the side to feel
The music in my head
 
Slipped one night on the bedroom floor
Floyd was crushed didn't play no more
Credit card bought a new Applause
It really took abuse
 
 The music would take me home
 The music would set me free
 The music of angels singing in the dark
 The music of you and me.
 
Noah retired a few years back
So many others taking up the slack
Like children gathered in the vestibule
They wait for me to play
 
I found another archtop harmony
And I returned it to the melody
Reminds me daily of how far it's been
And point the way ahead
 
 The music still takes me home
 The music still sets me free
 The music of angels singing in the dark
 The music of you and me.
 
© 2004 By Doug Barnett




Garden Angel.
 
At the dairy queen in Florence
Got out to check the car
Called your name to silence
Drifted off too far
I found you knelt and crying
In the grass beside the road
There amoung the weeds
A cherub face looked old
I released him from the ground
You cleansed its aging hurt
Bright and smiling cherub
Now free of grass and dirt
 
  Garden angel, Fisher of men
  Rusty old cherub, Occasional friend
  Garden angel, Saved from the weeds
  Blessing my life and sowing his seeds 
 
No place to display him
Angel always under feet
So to the porch it moved
To bless the yard and street
Now the garden angel
Sits blessing box and tool
Quiet solemn smiling
In storage dark and cool
For one week in the springtime
He'll grace the porch again
Then back to guarding spiders
In a darkened storage den
 
© 2004 Doug Barnett



A Gift to Take.
 
The soul of a poet that speaks to my own
Far reaching visions away from my home
It sees into feelings of sorrow or love
Sweet tears caressing the cheek of a dove
The soul of a poet is the choice I would make
If given the chance of a gift I could take
                                                                                     
The eyes of a painter see life as a scene
Palette and brushes creation dream
The world is a wonder of colors and hues
A soft curving chin or a wild ocean view
The eyes of a painter is the choice I would make
If given the chance of a gift I could take
 
The hand of a writer the story of life
Begin and ending in glory or strife
Tales of far lands or people unseen
Bring to life of things that never been
The hand of a writer is the choice I would make
If given the chance of a gift I could take
 
The voice of an angel singing Gods praise
Looking to heaven the hearts it would raise
So sweet and clear songs rising above
Bring joy to the soul and fill it with love
The voice of an angel is the choice I would make
If given the chance of a gift I could take
 
All of these things have been given I see
By all the people who lived here before me
The poets and painters that speak to my heart
The writers and angels who gave me a start
The gift I was given the life I will live
The choice is now mine of the gift I will give
 
© 2004 Doug Barnett



Walking Distance.
 
Perched above the ice rink in the shadows
Just inside the entrance to the mall
Never knew the color of the wall paint
Lord knows I knew the barstools well
Acoustic music played for aging hippies
Goat roping folkie rock and blues
Sometimes full but mostly it's half empty
The music died but they aint heard the news
 
  Home and hearth kids and wife
  Yard and trees and my old car
  Down the drive and up the road
  It's always walking distance to the bar
 
Wedged between a gas station and florist
An unlit sign reads bar above the door
Dirty pictures plastered in the bathroom
Pool sticks used for playing and for war
The sign said no weapons bikes or colors
Beer served by the pitcher nothing more                                                 
Dirty patrons plastered at the bar rail
Sticky and unpainted concrete floor
 
  Working days and weekend nights
  Sometimes both you have to travel far
  Straight and narrow down a lonely path
  It's always walking distance to the bar
 
1955 looks so much younger
In the faded wallpaper and lights
This is where your dad stopped for a cold one
When mom went to the clearance sale fights
47 years and just one owner
Serving people living in the past
Graying hair transformed to golden tresses
One more way to make your vision last
 
  Memories of the fading years
  We missed the chance to ride upon a star
  So let's go back and dream one more
  Its time to walk the distance to the bar
 
 © 2004 Doug Barnett



Watercolor Life.
 
Seems time is running faster
Than it did a year ago
Perhaps the pace gets frantic
When there's no place to go
Everything I've ever wanted                                
Is here in front of me
Reach out and touch the future
Remember what you see
 
 On this living breathing canvas
 Young girl woman wife
 I paint unending chapters
 Of a watercolor life
 
Past decades blur together
Pictures torn memories sold
Cracked portraits crumble slowly
People just get old
Stop motion from a distance
Shows a slow and steady climb
Frantic search for life's meaning
Is at your feet to find
 
  With these tiny hands to nurture
  Keep safe in the silent night
  Another filtered brushstroke
  In a watercolor life
 
Filling in the curling paper
Leave room for other scenes
Let tilting canvas show me
Where my life will lean
Looking up to find perspective
I see the canvas end
No time to finish painting
Pass it too a friend
 
 I hear the brushes memory
 Burn slow within the light
 Drying parchment indications
 Of a watercolor life
 
© 2004 Doug Barnett



Family Reunion.
 
The smell of fresh baked cookies from the kitchen
The sound of football echoes from the den
People talking loud sometimes laughing
Friends and family dropping by again
Warming fire next to someone reading
Children's faces glued to the TV
Opening my eyes to view the magic
Looking round the room it's only me
 
  Another family reunion
  One more chance to cross the frozen streams
  A loving family reunion - In my dreams
 
Looking out the window in the darkness
So many miles away from home                                   
Another day passed by me without notice
One more chance to not stay here alone
They say the first step is the hardest
I hit the door my coat in hand
Starting on that long expected journey
Heading for an oft remembered land
 
  Another family reunion
  Will keep them safe until I come around
  One more family reunion - More Lost than found
 
The days of traveling are behind me
I hear the sounds of home behind the door
Tears come to my eyes as I remember
This part of life called something more
Gathered round the table for a moment
Saying family prayers that we all know
Looking in the face of love around me
Wonder why I ever thought to go
 
  And so another family reunion
  The first one of many more to come
  Everything I ever needed - Was right here at home
 
© 2004 Doug Barnett



13th Love song.
The wind in the mountains
Sings out your name
The crystal stream below me
Whispers it the same
 
I see your shadow portrait
In the leaves upon the ground
I feel you in the air I breathe
I sense you're all around
 
I hear you in the morning
And in the afternoon
Later in the twilight
Under an autumn moon
 
I hear you in the bird songs
Everywhere I roam
I wish to heck you ugly cow
You'd just go home
 
© 2004 Doug Barnett





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