"carr" poems
I jumped on a freight in Monticello,
Didn't know where it was going - you
Had given up on me, baby -
So, I'd given up on you.
A rumbling song as the train rolled on,
I had plenty-a shine to drink-
I was trying anything I could,
So I wouldn't have to think.
Few and far between
Are the hopes I'll ever have
Of loving someone who's loving me.
I've been taken to pity,
Like surely others have.
All of my dreams
Are few and far between.
I could still remember how
You said you wished that I would leave.
I'm giving you what you wanted.
Something you can believe.
You won't hear from me, anymore.
I know that to you I'm dead.
I won't ever haunt you,
Like your words that won't leave my head.
Few and far between
Are the hopes I'll ever have,
Of loving someone who's loving me.
I've been taken to pity,
Like surely others have.
All of my dreams,
Are few and far between.
The boxcar slowed in the railway yard.
I jump off - the gravel cut up me knee.
I heard them barking, so I took off a'running.
The dogs were closing in on me.
I made it to the Vieux Carr'e
Before the St. Louis clock struck three.
Tell the children I love them.
Or better, tell 'em not to think of me.
Few and far between
Are the hopes I'll ever have,
Of loving someone who's loving me.
I've been taken to pity,
Like surely others have.
All of my dreams,
Are few and far between.
I'll always wish it was different.
I hope you find somebody new,
Hope you find the kids a daddy
Who's good to them and you.
I hope you know that I really tried
To be the man you needed me to be.
I couldn't keep you from happiness,
You couldn't keep me from being me.
Few and far between
Are the hopes I'll ever have,
Of loving someone who's loving me.
I've been taken to pity,
Like surely others have.
All of my dreams,
Are few and far between.
Jul 24, 2015
Jul 24, 2015 at 6:35 PM UTC
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u guise knead
two loose wait
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Ewe can star art
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aunt u knead too exorcise
Moove eat, keep mooving
moove mulch; doe nut ****
down two mulch, move you’re *****
inn smell poorshuns
Ant walk two da shups
in stayed off you sing da carr
Dee impotent ding
hiss da wheel
four wear they’re’s
a wheel, they’re’s all weighs
a weigh
goad lick
loose wait
anne stain hell tea
Jan 22, 2014
Jan 22, 2014 at 4:32 AM UTC
To everyone who's lost someone they love
Long before it was their time
You feel like the days you had were not enough
When you said goodbye
And to all of the people with burdens and pains
Keeping you back from your life
You believe that there's nothing and there is no one
Who can make it right
[Chorus]
There is hope for the helpless
Rest for the weary
Love for the broken heart
There is grace and forgiveness
Mercy and healing
He'll meet you wherever you are
Cry out to Jesus, Cry out to Jesus
For the marriage that's struggling just to hang on
They lost all of their faith in love
They've done all they can to make it right again
Still it's not enough
For the ones who can't break the addictions and chains
You try to give up but you come back again
Just remember that you're not alone in your shame
And your suffering
When your lonely
And it feels like the whole world is falling on you
You just reach out, you just cry out to Jesus
Cry to Jesus
To the widow who struggles with being alone
Wiping the tears from her eyes
For the children around the world without a home
Say a prayer tonight
Songwriters: MAC POWELL, MARK LEE, BRAD AVERY, TAI ANDERSON, DAVID CARR
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Jul 1, 2015
Jul 1, 2015 at 5:22 PM UTC
Bastardized holdings in a new world order
Standardized error retained as a border
Manipulate the idealist into a moral hoarder
Tabulate the results, and encourage disorder
Nov 2, 2014
Nov 2, 2014 at 5:41 PM UTC
Coming to the final project and final Artist Statement of my days at Emily Carr University. I am more confused about Art, and what makes Art, Art. I have tried different things, some better than others, some worse. I have used different formats, different film sizes and different subject matters and focal points. However, The last ideas that I have shared have not gone over as happily as I would have liked. So, yet again, I find myself changing my project to please my peers and faculty. While doing so, I have lost why I fell in love with photography in the first place. Forgot all about my photography award in High School. Forgot about taking pictures of everything I see. I did that for me, and now it feels like Art has become some kind of popularity contest of who is more abstract and charged, something we’ve never seen before. But I feel everything is already been done, in one way or another.
With sharing this, I do not feel, I can even remotely come up with something completely new and have some philosophical subjective interpretation of whether a picture of a leaf is just a leaf, or a tiny glimpse of global warming, or a sign that fall has once again, fell. To quote Andy Warhol, “Art is what is what you can get away with”. Has art really become, whatever we can bull **** our way through?
I feel completely drained of any creative ideas or thoughts. So I have decided to do something for me. I have taken pictures of different places or things in my apartment. In black and white, with 120 film on RC paper. They are on 11x14-sized paper. I decided that photography was once a way to keep all the moments of my life kept, safe and documented. And this is what I plan to do. Document the place where I have been banging my head up and down the 4 walls of this space, trying to come up with something magical. Instead, I took a more literal route, and focused on the space I was in, trying to not create something for an institution and something for my personal archives. I think we as artists, and as individuals can all take some wisdom from Oscar Wilde when he said, “It is the spectator, and not life, that art really mirrors.” As I am my own toughest critic, I do not see myself in the art I have created over the past couple of years, therefore I don’t feel as if my practice is truly reflects my voice as an artist. Thus, I plan to create something within myself for myself.
Apr 4, 2013
Apr 4, 2013 at 2:01 AM UTC
John Carr was his name. He found himself on the corner of Mill and Main, a very respectable road for the area. He climbed over a rusted car eroding over time to see a gun fire to a yound woman and her baby sprawled in road. John walked to the man, their eyes still violently shaking from adrenaline. The two men prepared themselves with the smoking gun. John, defensless, undressed all he had until his bare bones carved the air. He rested his knees on the black pavement riddled with history, and prayed. John Carr’s splattered blood touched the babies’ hand.
Mar 13, 2012
Mar 13, 2012 at 10:49 PM UTC
When we were 12
I got my first pair of shorter shorts
When I went over to your house
I wasn't allowed to wear them
Unless it was to sleep
You were always jealous.
I was rail thin.
You were chubby,
But had less ***** than me.
I had no responsibities
You had school soccer
Volleyball summer jobs
And raising your three
Other siblings.
Soon you quit eating
And thinned out until
Your ribs peeked out
We sat on the bus
I showed you my scars on my arms
And you whispered
"I put a knife to my stomach
But was too scared to push in"
Then we were juniors
You gave blow jobs to
Your ****** boyfriend
While I slept.
Your blonde hair and blue eyes
Looked so innocent it hurt.
You lost your virginity.
Fell out of love.
You talked about going to
Arizona for College.
That I should go with you.
By now I was failing half my classes
And going to parties on the weekends.
You met other boys
Slept with one who broke your heart
And ran back to your
First love.
He willingly took you.
Then we were seniors.
You complained about him.
About how small his **** was.
How he treated you.
How selfish he was.
How he's a super senior that'll
Be twenty one next year.
He's a baker at Carr's.
I think you secretly hate him.
You say no more to Arizona.
You say yes to
University of Anchorage Alaska.
Its an hour drive away.
You say you're spending
Your college years living
With your grandma instead of
Living on campus.
Your parents dig themselves
Into you and live through
You. Your perfection.
You are a settler.
And I feel you'll be that way
Your entire life.
Feb 19, 2016
Feb 19, 2016 at 3:10 AM UTC
Carr loaded with dope....
Pulled over to side of the road by a cop.
**** all I can do is hope all we get is a ticket.
If they search I'm goin to jail with the other 3.
I'm high too but I'm only here to work, I need to save cuz I got think about my baby thats on his way.
It's my first kid and I'm broker than dirt.
Real **** I can't jeprodize my freedom no more I've done it to long.
**** atleats this cop talked with some level of respect.
At this moment he's giving us a break and a small ticket rather then everything he could.
$100 fine and some things to change instead of jail or 500 dollars in tickets
Apr 5, 2017
Apr 5, 2017 at 10:17 AM UTC
Picture the scene… a TV company boardroom.
“OK we have a problem”…
Oh no! - Corporate gloom!
"Thank you for turning up everyone… Listen in.
The opposition has come up with a winner.
Celebrity Pooch Walks with Alan Carr. I know…
But Gary’s got an idea - go on Gary…”
“So…
Here’s a synopsis…
It’s called ‘Celebrity Snoop Dogs’
We strap a camera to a dog’s back
and send it through a famous person’s cat-flap…”
“Sorry to stop you there Gary.
Although I recognise the merits -
and you may have it right…
But that one’s on Channel Four tonight!”
Jun 29, 2020
Jun 29, 2020 at 7:01 AM UTC