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Visions of Marky
Where did they put that rockin' horse
its in the corner being mocked of course
some child has grown up and rotted away
and the horse was sold for a debt to pay
theres a haggard man who's full of hurt and hate
says he's worn those boots since '88
focused in on that checker game
claims he's been to prison and he ain't ashamed
to tell you stories when the time is right
of how he killed and cried himself to sleep at night
and wrote a novel on the concrete wall
while waiting to make his collect phone call
and after leaving made his way on stage
singing sad songs about that cold gray cage
"damn, son, you've caught me off guard"
with a voice that time has left cold and hard
Motioning his friend for another round
"Make this one strong for my new buddy I found"
As two hours passed, last call came and went
not at all regretful of the money i spent
i learned more from this man than a Harvard lecture
for i studied under that famed bar room philosopher
who had shook hands with the devil, herself
who related with the way he felt
He conversed with God, of whom he found no fault
but instead of gold paved roads, he chose asfalt
he chose the gutter, he chose the ghetto and slums
for Heaven and Hell wasn't where he was from
so after bumming a cigarette and a light
that brilliant mind sliped into the night
and i stumbled away neither happy or sad
thought only of the conversation i had
and hopefully one day i will never be
just like the haggard drunkard you so often see
and by whom you pass by without thought or concern
of the teachings and stories awaiting to be learned
