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Dec 2014 · 396
Amanda's Song
Darcy Jones Dec 2014
(piano lead in)

I'm  sittin here thinking, think I'll write a song
I 'm kinda scared
of  saying it wrong

(acoustic guitar strum)

Gotta say something bout what's goin on
Wanna sing me somthin ain't already sung

(background soul sisters say) oooooh ooooh, it'll be alright

Your presence in my heart tonite
inspires me, so hold on tight.

I gotta say you have me in your hand
my heart and soul I hope you'll you understand

oooooh ooooh, it'll be alright

I can tell you things when we're in the car
driving fast..... driving far

oooooh ooooh, it'll be alright

(Lead Guitar solo)

I know you love me and  you know
I can't be happy less I'm in your show

oooooh ooooh, it'll be alright

So lets get honest, lets get down low
Take it steady, lets take it slow

Ooooh  ooooh it'll be alright

See it's you that makes it real for me
and it's you that brings that reality

Ooooh ooooh  it'll be alright

(Acoustic Guitar solo)

So Baby, hear my song tonight
We've been doin fine, oh yeah baby we're f-ing tight
I just gotta add some thoughts to this
A couple things I don't wanna miss

Ooooh Ooooh   it'll be alright

So tell me, do you think of me
when you think about your family tree
tell me baby do I fit in
or do I stand in the shadows of where you been

(Lead Guitar solo)

lets get to a place where we can share ourselves
be there for the people that need our help

Oooooh   Ooooooh, it'll be allright

Lets share what we got, show no fear
wanna make a change, wanna be sincere
lets walk out together without a tear
lets be the ones who made a difference dear

Oooooh   Ooooooh, it'll be allright

C'mon baby.... lets get outta here.

Oooooh   Ooooooh, it'll be allright
oooooh oooooh it'll be alright

Key of D major ?
Dec 2014 · 1.7k
Darcy Jones Dec 2014
Seven days, each one mine
Seven days of precious time

To snowboard or to surf
In my blood since my birth

I've worked enough for now
I've earned a break
Oh I've worked...and how

For once this jetway feels like freedom
as a settle in my seat

Can't wait to feel the rush
of H2O beneath my feet
Dec 2014 · 313
Going Outside
Darcy Jones Dec 2014
I've been slipping down inside
looking deep into my soul
Examine all the reasons
Learning why I know.

I've been looking down so long
lost inside this cave I creep
Nothing left to be gained
Nothing more that I can reap

It's time to throw the curtain back
its time to be sincere
cause what it is that's killing me
I just won't find it here.

I'm going to the outside, it might be raining
might be cold
Get away from what's been paining me
Can't let this darkness rule me till I'm old

So draw me back into the universe
accept me as I am
Help me feel the strength and peace
make me a better man.

I'm going to the outside
I'm looking for the door
I'll breath the air that rushes in
to clear my mind I'll breathe some more.

I'm going to the outside
my feet have hit the floor.
Let the sounds of quiet spirits
remind me what I've come here for.

I'm going to the outside, looking for some light
I'm going to the outside
This time I'll stay and get it right.

I'm going to the outside, I'll give my love
with all my might.
Sep 2014 · 498
Train Set
Darcy Jones Sep 2014
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As we sit here in the the sun,  we all love to see her run.
The tide is getting low, a little farther out is where I go,
Just holdin my position in the show.

The train set is sure to be some fun.  
As sure as the sun will rise and the salt gets in your eyes,
The train set is sure to come.

When you hear her coming down the track, just be sure not to turn your back.
Cause as every cardiff ****** knows, the train set is why you’re here.
Just wait until you hear that  whistle blow.

She’s screamin down the rail,  with one foot set tight on that new pintail,
first look left, then look back, She’s lining up, she’s right on track.
Just wait until you hear that  whistle blow.

She looks so sweet heading down that perfect line.
with the sun  setting behind the peak,  underneath her shoulders we sneak,
just wait until you hear that whistle blow.
Sep 2014 · 1.6k
Darcy Jones Sep 2014
Perched quietly above the clouds atop the great mountain the rainmaker gazed down upon his village. The crops were young and needed rain badly lest they perish in the blazing summer sun that was soon to come. Thinking back upon the great chief who preceded him, the rainmaker remembered the days of feast, but more sharply engraved across his worried brow was the memory of the great famines and the pain they brought to the families.
  It seemed the great chief before him could create rain clouds from the swirling dust devils that encircled the homes in the village. There were many glorious days when the rains would fall, and the rivers would flow full. But the rivers would only to run through the valley in torrents and wash out to sea, very little to be soaked up by the crops.
“How can I ever be a good rainmaker”, thought the young chief, I will never make the rains come as much as the great one before me, and even what rain I can coax out of the great rain gods, it will only wash away, and most of it will never feed the thirsty crops. For it takes scores of great storms to give the hard ground enough soaking to make it through the heated summer.
Oh great one, give me wisdom and grant me your gift of the rainmaker.
As the evening approached, the young rainmaker danced atop the mountain and shook his fists towards the sky, silhouetted against the full spring moon. On through the night he chanted, prayed and danced. At dawn a vision came to him from the great spirit... “My son, only with age and experience will the rains come for you as they did for me. You have the gift of the rainmaker, I have already given that to you...but it takes time to for this to develop.
In your prayers you have also asked for wisdom.... So heed my words. Teach your people how to capture the rain, how to channel its energy and to cherish each drop so that it may best serve the harvests we need to survive. Be crafty like the fox, and catch the rain”.
As the young chief ran down the mountain, he was filled with great inspirations, ideas and plans on how to carry out his ambitious charge. We will build great canals and basins to hold and distribute the rain, we will built shade structures to shade the rain basins from the sun, we will recycle the rain once it has passed through the fields and use it to water our livestock, we will nurture the small amounts of rain that I can bring and perhaps we will all prosper from our wisdom.
That night the young chief gathered his village elders to explain his plan.
“What is wrong with you!” exclaimed one of the most elder.... “Why can you not make it rain like before ?” we were happy then, and there was no talk of such work and discipline !! Let us be to tend to our hobbies and leisure.... You are the rainmaker, go make rain !!!”
“I am only blessed with but a little rainmaking power” explained the young chief... “But I have been given wisdom to share with you”.
Up stood another elder...”All this talk of wisdom and sacrifice, surely we must be granted more harvest shares for such an effort” “
"I cannot promise more harvest shares now my friend, not until we know our harvest” said the young chief. “
“We have many other endeavors to occupy our days than to make sacrifices because you are such a pitiful rainmaker... I am to built a great new longhouse this year, I have no time build such a rain catching system” said another. “We will need the crop harvest to be great this fall, I give much food to the needy ones who live in the village over in the next valley and will need to feed their large families come fall !” said another elder. “This just won’t work” chimed in another elder, I am to go on great journeys throughout this summer, and I need the crops to be bountiful this fall to fill my silos. “ GO MAKE RAIN !!
The dejected young chief slowly climbed back up the mountain, the weight of the harvest seemed heavy on his shoulders. If only they would listen to the wisdom that the great chief passed down to me. If only I could make them understand.
Then as the young chief looked up the trail, a beautiful princess warrior appeared before him. Do not fear my love, we will find a way to make them understand. Come with me, we will craft a plan.....
Sep 2014 · 607
Darcy Jones Sep 2014
I love you more each day I think

Even with your fingers in your throat

While you hunch over in the sink.

...The odors you emit can make me gag

And in the morning your breath smell like a ***** **** rag.

You snore like a banshee feral hog

And you drool on the sheets like a mangy dog.

There is a sticky yellow goo that drains from your nose,

and makes me question the girl I chose

I hold my breath, and take great pains

to wipe the sheets before it stains

I see the fungus on your feet and toes,

I know I should bathe you, but

It’s really not that bad, as far as fungus goes.

When we make love I wish I had a bag

And when it’s done I wished I’d just been born a ***,

But in the end, you’re the one for me,

I don’t even seem to mind the burning when I ***.
Sep 2014 · 251
My Tree
Darcy Jones Sep 2014
My world is the people and places I see.  
A collection of thoughts and memories which can set my mind free.
It is changing, dynamic, always growing
It's what makes me be me.

As I walk through this forest, there is one thing I see
You can't love a person without loving his tree.

— The End —