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Crossroads
Leslie called me from a sushi bar
And said the food was raw again
No one else can make me laugh that way
Sometimes itís good to hear a friend

We have to get together soon she said
Have a drink for all the years
No idea where they've gotten to
Lost in laughter and the tears

    Met my old friends at the crossroads
    Between the bottom and the top
    Never mind the direction I'm headed
    Iíll just wave if I canít stop
    And catch you on the way back up

Bob was never much for talking
He just said whatís on his mind
There was some magic elixir
He was hoping he could find

But he could see into his future
Couldnít drive it from his head
Daily repeating of a nightmare
With music from the grateful dead

Itís been two years since Iíve seen you
On that California night
All I wanted was to hold you
But the moment was never right

Now I find myself up here
And wonder where you've gone
I pick up this old red guitar
And write another song

© 2008 By Doug Barnett


Dance with you.
Iím just a flower here on the wall
People pass by but they donít see at all
I just want to dance with you
Been waiting here since I was fifteen
Fly in the shadows that youíve never seen
Waiting to dance with you

I know Iím not the first one
Probably wonít be the last
If itís a quick or a slow one
Either way it goes by too fast

I stare at you every day
You smiled once and my heart ran away
To dance into heaven with you
I havenít spoken a word or a line
Looked in your eyes then lost my mind
Wanting to dance with you

Youíve stood beside me for thirty two years
Shared all the laughter and all the tears
Here in this dance with you
I still remember that wall flower view
The look on your face is what pulled me through
Into this dance with you

I know I was the first one
Lord knows Iíll be the last
Through all the quick and the slow songs
The dance goes by too fast

© 2008 By Doug Barnett


Cooper's Lament
Bring me heaven in my dreams lord
Where blue water meets a golden shore
Let me die in my sleep lord
And Iíll never ask for anything more

Fifteen years in prison after ten years on the run
Paying for a thing I know I never should have done
Sitting here in solitary I havenít seen the sun
And Iím just not having any fun

Mother died when I was ten left me on the street
Hit the dark and dirty ground with nothing on my feet
Everything in life to me was bitter never sweet
Anger filled the emptiness until I was complete

Learned to hate the government and the bourgeoisie
Hated all the upper class I know they hated me
Took away their money and burned their property
They say its only politics but I can disagree

One day I saw my woman and my heart split open wide
Waiting in the vestibule to be anotherís bride
She refused me stridently and then somehow she died
I burned all of my bridges and then I had to hide

They caught me in the afternoon somewhere in Tennessee
They tried and sentenced me to death by electricity
The court commuted it to life though I did not agree
And every morning is a new eternity

So bring me heaven in my dreams lord
Where blue water meets a golden shore
Let me die in my sleep lord
And Iíll never ask for anything more


© 2008 By Doug Barnett


Muffin Top Girl.
See the girl sheís five foot eight
Standing next to my friend Kate
I think Iíll ask her out on a date
Sheís a muffin top girl and man does she look great

Sheís got a rolling rambling gait
Sheís a woman who likes it straight
I think maybe this is fate
Sheís a muffin top girl and man does she look great

She donít need to lose some weight
Might be something that she ate
But I like that extra on the plate
Sheís a muffin top girl and man does she look great

She can really pull my freight
Wonít leave me standing at the gate
Iíve seen her mother itís a family trait
Sheís a muffin top girl and man does she look great

Sheíll hook me, Iíll take the bait
Iím gonna ask her to be my mate
Right now cause I canít wait
Sheís my muffin top girl and man does she look great

My friends are getting so irate
Say Iím crazy but I canít relate
She makes me want to procreate
Sheís my muffin top girl and man does she look great


© 2008 By Doug Barnett


Thirty Something
Itís been thirty something years
Since those days in school
Weíve faced our thirty something fears
And now I'm standing here with you
After thirty something years

Remember when you still had hair
And I weighed a little less
Now the acne has cleared but my room is still a mess
We traded Schwinns for Harleys,
The feelingís still the same
Tell me about your grand kids
Iíll remember your nickname

Itís been thirty something years
Since those days in school
Weíve faced our thirty something fears
And now I'm talking here with you
After thirty something years

We know too many friends have fallen,
Too many lost or gone
We travel with the broken parts
They might have carried on
Thereís several years I donít remember
And some I canít forget
Thirty seems so small a number, we're not finished yet

Itís been thirty something years
Since those days in school
Weíve faced our thirty something fears
And now I'm dancing here with you
After thirty something years

When I fly back on Sunday morning
And the feelings start to flow
Same as on that summer evening,
Thirty something years ago

Itís been thirty something years
Since those days in school
Weíve faced our thirty something fears
And now I'm standing here with you
After thirty something years


© 2008 By Doug Barnett


Katrina.
Sheís a hurricane
Sheís a beauty
She donít even know my name
My entire world has changed
Since Iíve seen her
It wonít ever be the same

Oh Katrina
Please look my way
Oh Katrina
You got to help me cause I donít know what to say

She donít care about
Fame or fortune
She lives one day at a time
She donít think about
Life tomorrow
Today is where the girl resides

There sheís walking out
With another
Missed my chance to day
Iíll be back again
Maybe tomorrow
I can think of what to say


© 2008 By Doug Barnett


Private Storm.
I see the storm clouds building not very far away
Same thing happens every time, to interrupt this play
Time to board the windows, lock and bolt the door
Gather up provisions as waves attack the shore

I'm safe and sound six feet underground
Where the earth can keep me warm
As wind and rain swirl through my brain
Caught inside a private storm

The steel and concrete are cured and set in stone
Cold still creeps in here and settles in my bones
These bricks and mortar took me years to lay
How many lives it cost I couldnít really say

I think the worst is over, and I can step outside
Seems I've lost my children and a blushing bride
Once more with feeling let the play begin
This fortress keeps out danger but wonít let love in


© 2008 By Doug Barnett


Don't Start with me.
I aint said nuthin bout your mother all day
I been silent as the grave
Maybe I donít have any good things to say
So itís your breath you can save

Donít start with me
Donít say another word just let it be
I aint been angry or upset
And you know thatís how Iíll get
So donít you start with me

I know the sink needs fixin soon
Iíll get to that next week
Might not be doin the stuff I should be doin
But I wonít turn the other cheek

Aint gonna argue
Aint gonna fight
Take it out on someone else on Saturday nite
Wonít have to chat about who what or why
As I pummel an unsuspecting bar fly


© 2008 By Doug Barnett


Nothing Good.
Sixty year old house wife
Husband and kids are gone
Finally time to catch her breath
And drift the great unknown
Too many hobbies to count
A little red wine abuse
Sees a boy she once knew in school
Figures whatís the use

Nothing good could ever come of this
Without that gentle shove
Nothing good could ever come of this
Except for maybe love

Sees a girl across the room
With two tone sparkling eyes
Thinks that maybe he should try
Just a few more lies
Honesty hasnít worked at all
Since Elvis left the room
He might find his long lost bride
If heíd just play the groom

I find myself alone at night
And think of you again
Wonder if youíre thinking too
About a lonely man
I remember your last remark
About how we have grown
Something moves inside my soul
And I pick up the phone


© 2008 By Doug Barnett


Bad Alibi.
When you get home at 5am
To a locked and bolted door
With all the old excuses
That wonít help you anymore
Go on and think of someone else
Who might support that lie
Donít use me
I'm a bad alibi


The police come calling
To carry you away
Youíre looking for a name to call
So you wonít have to stay
The cops donít trust me anymore
Iím sure I donít know why
I guess I'm just a bad alibi


Grim reaper looks for you
And hopes to drag you in
Another quiet judgment day
To pay for all your sin
A few words from me
And you just might get by
He knows me well
I'm a bad alibi


© 2008 By Doug Barnett


El Camino.
My baby's got a yellow El Camino
Driving down the coast to San Francisco
Trees and mountains flying past
She never lets up on the gas
Driving in that yellow El Camino


Bought it almost fifteen years ago
Big block engine and four on the floor
Pedal down with all her might
Golden shaft of bright sunlight
Driving in that yellow El Camino


She loves that yellow El Camino
Takes it everywhere she goes
I can't say a word
I know it sounds absurd
She don't love me like she does that El Camino


Speeding in the yellow El Camino
Past a radar trap in Sacramento
Now her nose is out of joint
License pulled - eighteen points
Driveway storage for that El Camino


© 2008 By Doug Barnett


Directorial Debut
The severed head rolled out the door
And down into the street
I tried to stop it but the entrails
Got caught around my feet
I stumbled on with blood soaked clothes
Boy was my face red
Luckily the only one who noticed
Was already dead

The naked booty shakers
Danced around the kitchen floor
Pushing their money makers
And asking if I wanted more
Rubbing places on their bodies
The camera could never go
Too many nasty movements
Than I could ever show

Bags of weed piled on the table
Cocaine there as well
Enough to take me up to heaven
And drag me back down into hell
So much methamphetamine
To float my brain away
Keep the sex and the rock n roll
This is where Iíll stay

So many things the censors
Would never let me show
But these unrated DVDís
Take it just about as far as it can go
Money spilled from a suitcase
Left by Frito-lay
With all that product placement
They really had to pay


© 2008 By Doug Barnett


For Myself.
I tend to repeat myself
I tend to repeat myself
I tend to repeat myself
When I don't know what to say
I may even shout out loud
I may even shout out loud
I may even shout out loud
If I don't get my way

I want you to love me for myself
Not for anyone you think I am
Its not who you look like after all
But who you are that makes us one of them

Why are you always mad at me?
Why are you always mad at me?
Why are you always mad at me?
When I come home this late
I'm not behaving the way you want
I'm not behaving the way you want
I'm not behaving the way you want
Just another damn debate

I want you to love me for myself
Not for who you think that I should be
Its not who you act like after all
But whatís inside my head that looks like me

Can't this wait till later please?
Can't this wait till later please?
Can't this wait till later please?
I'm not in the mood right now
Communicationís important I know
Communicationís important I know
Communicationís important I know
I wouldnít win anyhow

I want you to love me for myself
I canít think of what I have to do
For you to love the boy inside
Like I love the girl inside of you


© 2008 By Doug Barnett


Sailing Winds
I left my fatherís house in Georgia
A chance to run I could not pass it by
Tossing just a note upon the mantle
That never really explained why
Following the sun into the darkness
Hoping I could surely pass the test
Dreaming that the sun arose to find me
Looking at the ocean facing west

Giant sailing wind blows through the desert
Following the wires across the sand
Kachinas marching power to the ocean
But all I see is miles of empty land

Running out of money in east Texas
Walking out of Austin in the rain
Nothing of the world I left behind me
Could make stop and turn around again
Sunset finds a bed inside a rest stop
Eating when the gods consent to pay
Hardly looking back at burning bridges
Vagrant in El Paso fifteen days

Giant sailing wind blows through the desert
Following the wires across the sand
Kachinas marching power to the ocean
But all I see is miles of empty land

Benson Arizona in the darkness
Somehow brings a country tune to mind
Fading in the distant thunder of
The New Mexico state line
Turning south and following the river
Finding other countries are the same
Finally standing westward on the beaches
I seem to have forgotten my own name

Giant sailing wind blows through the desert
Following the wires across the sand
Kachinas marching power to the ocean
But all I see is miles of empty land


© 2008 By Doug Barnett


Polite Conversation.
For almost 2 hours in this darkened barroom
I sat and looked in your eyes
Thinking that maybe when this night is over
We could both fall asleep telling lies
Once you began that whole story of life
Then droned on and on with out stop
I thought about physically closing your mouth
But you'd probably just call a cop

You may be a beautiful woman
The finest Iíll ever see
It could be the perfume youíre wearing
Or all the beer and whiskey
Thereís something about you that makes me want
To run screaming into the sea
Honey I have to be honest
You're annoying the crap out of me

I dropped in the bar for a shooter and beer
Then stayed for some fine company
As soon as the other guys saw you sit down
They cut a wide berth around me
It seems I had not heard the rumors and stories
Of others you've had in the trap
Just another example polite conversation
Drowning in an ocean of crap

Your monotone voice is filling my mind
And spilling out over the cup
Iíll give twenty dollars right now
If youíll just shut the hell up
I know better, youíll keep on talking
Until Iím screaming or dead
The only thing I can think of worse than this moment
Would be to wake up in your bed


© 2008 By Doug Barnett


Who's Complaining.



Recycling.
Reuse recycle renew
Yes I'm talking to you
Before you dispose
You could I suppose
Use it once more couldn't you
I rotate the crops every year
So plant those tomatoes right here
An odd conversation
With my closest relation
Who then planted her boot in my rear

Renew, recycle reuse
You really have nothing to lose
Except all the waters
Your sons and your daughters
And grand children's children will use
A scream pierced the cool morning air
Don't put that bottle in there
Glass goes in blue
Tin goes in gray
Ok fine now let go of my hair

Recycle reuse and renew
I made my decision to do
I'd be saving the round world
One can at a time
But I'm waiting to hear back from you
I reuse the box for the cat
The newspaper becomes a hat
You may think that I'm
Crossing some line
But I won't reuse beer and that's that


© 2008 By Doug Barnett




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