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Little Junior

One of the oddest things about music is that you can miss as much as you hear. As soon as you listen to the vocals of this song, you will know what  I'm about to say is true. It has been said that when Gary Stewart sang this, one wondered not if it was a great song or not, but whether he was going to get out of the song alive....

  Get out of the song alive is a great way to put it for Stewart. He had a very colorful life, at best. Rather than spout details that you can easily peruse online, suffice it to say he was a very creative but troubled soul. He was too country for some and too rock for others. He fought many demons in his life but in the end, it was love that wrote the final sad chapter.

  He did, however, leave us some beautiful journals of his journey on this old earth and this is one. See if you, friend, can get out of it, and, this old place if not alive but better for the music.


"And as the plane crashed down he thought well, isn't this nice....."


Clowns are Faithful

It seems that I've spent much of my life standing motionless in the rain
The tears I've cried and still do can easily go unnoticed down the drain
I am very blessed and grateful that I've made some headway here
But that doesn't mean the work is done and the path is free and clear
That is so and I'm positive I know, because the lonely wolf remains
I wrecked so much, I ran them off with my demons and my fears
The love of few, the distractions I used, hoping the end was finally near
I never really realized that you can't easily self-medicate the crazy all away
But yet I did and never veered, ready to fuck it up until forever and a day
Little things still snag me and make me go into orbit, I guess they always will
The things that hurt the deepest now are not the ones that cripple, ruin and kill
It's the wasted time I squandered, the minutes and the hours, and far too many days
It's the love I should have cultivated with so many lovely people I met along the …