to miss abby blue
and here's what the letter said--
earnest twang can't sing for you
cos earnest twang is dead.
nippin' on a carob cake
in a vegan coffee bar
earnest twang wrote his last song
about the wrongs there are
in this world, baby
down here on the ground
nothings's right
nothing's sure
except a righteous sweet note's sound.
abby blue,
he asked for you
in the hour when he was dyin'
he sent a prayer
through the ozone layer
that he was still your brave orion
earnest twang
was loved by some
and some thought him a star
but earnest twang
will sing no more
about the wrongs there are
in this world, baby
down here on the ground
but it was you
miss abby blue
he wrapped his heart around.
wrote a letter
to abby blue
but decided to call instead
earnest twang can't sing for you
cos earnest twang is dead.
_____
for Marian's music prompt at Real Toads
ahhh. to have love to the very end...
ReplyDeleteOtis "Bad" Blake aka Jeff Bridges could sing the part of poor old Earnest Twang ~ don't ya think?
ReplyDeleteWhy does good love have to die every time? I hate a message of love that arrives too damn late to make a bit of difference.
ReplyDelete"he sent a prayer
ReplyDeletethrough the ozone layer
that he was still your brave orion"
You gotta know I love that prayer and layer plus "still her brave orion" so romantic...
I love what you've done, as always, Shay!
Happy weekend smiles to you!
Many years ago I got a phone call like this. When I got there everyone talked at me with the letters like this that they wish they had sent. It was a lovely memorial, and I love this song, sweet song.
ReplyDelete"in this world, baby
ReplyDeletedown here on the ground
nothings's right
nothing's sure
except a righteous sweet note's sound"
Amen to that.
That does sound like a song, FB!
ReplyDeleteThis could be a song...love to the end..how beautiful. I am finding if you love someone don't neglect to tell them and leave them something in your own handwriting of that love...life can end so unexpectedly.
ReplyDeleteI love the various word plays, especially of course, old earnest--better a twang than a tubb, yes? And I'd I'd rather be flatt than scrugged. Love is just a sad country song sometimes, but the orion line is ace, even posthumously.
ReplyDeleteThat third stanza had me rollin'!
ReplyDeletecrap, i sure hope earnest twang ain't dead cuz that's my favorite kind of music. and also, i truly love that you rhymed dyin' with orion. yay!
ReplyDeleteOh, I love this, Shay. I particularly love the name Earnest Twang. Great stuff, and I agree with Marian about dyin' and Orion.
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If you tell us you came up with dyin' and Orion WITHOUT the help of a rhyming dictionary, I'm putting a hit out on you ;) (and don't tell me you've never even used a rhyming dictionary, or the assasination will be slow and painful). I saw the title of the post and prepared myself for some tongue in cheek fun, something rollicking...and wasn't disappointed.
ReplyDeleteDang, Shay.
What a clever way to share his heart. Nothing else to hold onto but, "a righteous sweet note's sound", really. Made me think of Jack Kerouac. I like the coffee bar carob cake also.
ReplyDeleteSend your hitter, Sioux! I won't say I have *never* used a rhyming dictionary, but only once or twice, and not recently. "Dyin'/Orion" is something I just came up with on my own.
ReplyDeleteAs Custer's Indian scout said, "It is a good day to die!"
Archna,
ReplyDeleteIn my twenties, I read a lot of Kerouac. I read "On The Road", "The Subterraneans", "Tristessa" and "Satori In Paris." I still have my copy of "Tristessa", which is a little bit hard to find and which I have carried with me through several moves and life changes.
Helen,
ReplyDeleteI just recently saw that movie about the fictional "Bad" Blake. It was good, and I always like Jeff Bridges.
I too enjoyed the Jeff Bridges movie but is it only me--was I the only one who was a bit disappointed in the ending?
ReplyDeleteShay, if I could figure a way to slay you, I would. A pen won't work, and you're too wily for a different option to work. I guess I will just have to put in dark green contact lenses so my eyes match my envious spirit. ;)
By the way, I replied to your comment on my post. Please consider it...
"except a righteous sweet note's sound"....no one can sing the blues like you, kiddo.
ReplyDeletei think Coal was hangin' around when you wrote this, Ms Fireblossom!
ReplyDeletetoo sad to tell on the phone! i'd write a letter. {chicken maybe?}
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