Black Sunday

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Some Friends of mine are putting a new cover band together (Super Band). This video is from last night.

Tonight the full band will play at Dave & Buster's in Tri-County, OH from 9-11.

Wish you were here

Memorial

I got drafted at 19

Me and a bunch of boys from home

January ’43, drove out to Pine Bluff and signed on

Went to basic south of Birmingham

Put me on west coast bound train

Spent three days out in San Diego

And they shipped me back east again

Left a port out of New York

Slept for months in British rain

Tore it up down in London town

And they shipped me back out again

The preacher said “Boys he who is killed tonight will dine with the Lord in Paradise”

One boy spoke up, said “preacher come on, eat your supper with us

Never talk about those first days

Lots of friends left behind

But I made it all the way across France

And I fought at the Maginot line

Road a tank into Belgium

Like them better than the French

Like my daddy, thirty years before

I did my time in a trench

Lots of days there’s no water

But the liquor kept me warm

The cellars were stocked to the ceiling with booze

So I carried a bottle with my gun

The preacher said “Boys he who is killed tonight will dine with the Lord in Paradise”

One boy spoke up, said “preacher come on, eat your supper with us”

Three times I made sergeant

I’m not that kind of man

And pretty much just as quick as I could

I get busted back to private again

Cause taken’ orders never suited me

Giving them out was much worse

I could not stand to get my friends killed

So I took care of myself first

Now I know that don’t sound right

Don’t think too bad of me

Now it keeps me up nights

What I could have done differently

The preacher said “Boys he who is killed tonight will dine with the Lord in Paradise.”

One boy spoke up, said “preacher come on, eat your supper with us”

I’d be no guest at the table of the Lord

His food was not to be mine

‘Cause I cursed His name every chance that I could

And I recon that’s why I’m still alive

Black Sunday

I hope you're in a better place with soul set free 

I hope you're still singing loud with soul set free

Too bad you're not around for us to see

But I still feel you around

Like

You

Never left us

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The Blaze at the NRA AM

A second video.














And here is their first video.

Black Sunday

Think of me

as one you'd never figured

Would fade away so young

With so much left undone

Remember me to my love,

I know I'll miss her.

Black Sunday

Heard this for the first time on the radio while driving around with my cousins in Florida.

Important Question of the Day

Could a serial killer, say...  for example Dexter Morgan, sate his blood lust taking out The Walking Dead?

Comments I can Haz?

I suck at the internet

If you where a Northcoast (1 or 2) and are not on my blogroll put your URL in the comments.

Same if you where at the Indy blogmeet... or if I met you at Pittsburg (I was running on no sleep so I can't remember...

Blue and Red

Blue Helmet

Red Tank

Front

Back

Last Night (and the night before)

New Hangout Old Friends.

Friday

Saturday

Last Night (Saturday)

More Rock & Roll

I will put up some video, but it is very dark and the audio is overdriven.

     

Last Night (Friday)

Last night I proved my theory that I enjoy ammunition more than I enjoy alcohol.  It is a test I run every couple of years.

I also enjoy my friend's music, and I made my first attempt at recording video with my Droid 2. Honestly I was impressed with my phone which has been passed up by many new models. I wasn't too shaky either.

And a photo from a few weeks back (maybe the best pic I have shot).

Out on the town

My friend Gary (click to listen) has a gig tonight (8-12) at Blinker Tavern so stop by if you are local.

(I'm pretty sure no one local is reading my blog.)


(Ass-u-me.)  Just saw an amazing greeting post from Mark at Baby Troll Blog.
Also discounted my blog brother Merlin.

Fyi many years ago Gary was lead singer for a band called mad saint jack.

(yes, fanboyhood is in my nature.)


Edit: My friends Gary and (Icouldtellyoubuti'dhavetokillyou) were there.  Where were you?

Next Friday (June 17th) Gary will be playing again. Same time same place, plan accordingly.

I posed her for this pic. I am ashamed to share the same series of tubes with Oleg Volk.

"One More Thing"

Youtube test.

"Nothing ever dies though shapes may change"

Looting The Tomb

Was it instinct or addiction

that led me back to this creekbed

to walk upon it’s mossy rocks?

What is this compulsion

to feel winter’s frigid whip

of wind crack against my cheek,

to camouflage my hands

with fragrant mud?

The blackthorn cane I bought in Dublin

dug up bones of an animal

that had forgotten it’s name and structure,

this Humpty Dumpty’s time-stained shellbits

laid there deconstructed and jumbled

among the acorns, twigs, and deadsoggy leaves.

I collected the remains

of the body’s collapsed frame

and put them in my jacket --

there was a feeling of weird power

when I stuck those fleshless bits

of death into my nervous pocket --

a scalpel blade of clarity sliced through

mind’s skin and I split-second glimpsed

into the open wound:

I learned that I’ve lived through each forever

and will never cease to be;

that nothing has ever died;

that death cannot destroy,

only rearrange the shapes --

it’s unbending metal hangers

to unlock the bedroom door.

copyright 2003 eric d. meyer

Eric David Meyer (1977-2003) 

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