09-10-2013, 07:12 PM
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The boys were shootin’ cans and bottles, drinkin’ hard for Sabbath day;
while one dry mile across the prairie, Devil dancers pranced and flew.
A red thread flickered thin and broken; king snake on a hot highway.
Haze gingered up the ripplin’ sky-line forcin’ eyes to rise to blue.
Copperin’ light brought miss-hit curses; one by one the guns went dead.
Above, like eagle wings unfoldin’, the stingin' smoke seared eyes turned wild
and fledged the sun with feathered plumin’. All around, the land turned red.
The snake came windin’ down the incline; cracklin’ demon, Satan’s child.
We peered to where the Chevy shimmered, hiss-hot in the swirlin’ ash,
with crimson flames all painted on her, lookin’ like she knew her fate.
We’re runnin’, runnin’ over tinder, lungs a’cookin in the dash,
twice a' fell and twice recovered; a' ran ‘til someone screamed “Too late!”
A vengeful blast of heat roared forward, hit me like a shunt caboose.
This bein’ Sunday, my God saved me; struck me down and peeled my eyes,
seared off my scalp and left me naked. Dreadful burnt, He cut me loose.
Ol’ Lucifer, you couldn’t git me...seems I beat the Prince of Lies.
Praise the Lord.
(I was tempted to write the last line for true
: "...seems ah whupped the Prince'o Lies". Restraint is a virtue!
Original
The boys were shootin’ cans and bottles, drinkin’ hard on God’s rest-day;
while one dry mile across the prairie, Devil Dancers pranced and flew.
A red thread flickered thin and broken; king snake on a hot highway.
Haze gingered up the ripplin’ sky-line forcin’ eyes to rise to blue.
Copperin’ light brought mis-hit curses; one by one the guns went dead.
Above, like eagle wings unfoldin’, thick sepia smoke teared eyes turned wild
and fledged the sun with feathered plumin’. All about, the land turned red.
The snake came windin’ down the incline; cracklin’ demon, Satan’s child.
We peered to where the Chevy shimmered, hiss-hot in the swirlin’ ash,
with crimson flames all painted on her, lookin’ like she knew her fate.
We’re runnin’, runnin’ over tinder, lungs a’cookin in the dash,
twice ah fell and twice recovered; ah ran ‘til someone screamed “Too late!”
A vengeful blast of heat roared forward, hit me like a shunt caboose.
Bein’ Sunday, my God found me; He struck me down and peeled my eyes,
seared off my scalp and left me naked. Dreadful burned, He cut me loose.
Ol’ Lucifer, you couldn’t take me, seems I beat the Prince of Lies.
Praise the Lord.
tectak
2011
A convert following a prairie fire. Youtube 2008-9
The boys were shootin’ cans and bottles, drinkin’ hard for Sabbath day;
while one dry mile across the prairie, Devil dancers pranced and flew.
A red thread flickered thin and broken; king snake on a hot highway.
Haze gingered up the ripplin’ sky-line forcin’ eyes to rise to blue.
Copperin’ light brought miss-hit curses; one by one the guns went dead.
Above, like eagle wings unfoldin’, the stingin' smoke seared eyes turned wild
and fledged the sun with feathered plumin’. All around, the land turned red.
The snake came windin’ down the incline; cracklin’ demon, Satan’s child.
We peered to where the Chevy shimmered, hiss-hot in the swirlin’ ash,
with crimson flames all painted on her, lookin’ like she knew her fate.
We’re runnin’, runnin’ over tinder, lungs a’cookin in the dash,
twice a' fell and twice recovered; a' ran ‘til someone screamed “Too late!”
A vengeful blast of heat roared forward, hit me like a shunt caboose.
This bein’ Sunday, my God saved me; struck me down and peeled my eyes,
seared off my scalp and left me naked. Dreadful burnt, He cut me loose.
Ol’ Lucifer, you couldn’t git me...seems I beat the Prince of Lies.
Praise the Lord.
(I was tempted to write the last line for true
: "...seems ah whupped the Prince'o Lies". Restraint is a virtue! Original
The boys were shootin’ cans and bottles, drinkin’ hard on God’s rest-day;
while one dry mile across the prairie, Devil Dancers pranced and flew.
A red thread flickered thin and broken; king snake on a hot highway.
Haze gingered up the ripplin’ sky-line forcin’ eyes to rise to blue.
Copperin’ light brought mis-hit curses; one by one the guns went dead.
Above, like eagle wings unfoldin’, thick sepia smoke teared eyes turned wild
and fledged the sun with feathered plumin’. All about, the land turned red.
The snake came windin’ down the incline; cracklin’ demon, Satan’s child.
We peered to where the Chevy shimmered, hiss-hot in the swirlin’ ash,
with crimson flames all painted on her, lookin’ like she knew her fate.
We’re runnin’, runnin’ over tinder, lungs a’cookin in the dash,
twice ah fell and twice recovered; ah ran ‘til someone screamed “Too late!”
A vengeful blast of heat roared forward, hit me like a shunt caboose.
Bein’ Sunday, my God found me; He struck me down and peeled my eyes,
seared off my scalp and left me naked. Dreadful burned, He cut me loose.
Ol’ Lucifer, you couldn’t take me, seems I beat the Prince of Lies.
Praise the Lord.
tectak
2011
A convert following a prairie fire. Youtube 2008-9