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The Fine Art of Punching Down
Posted in 12 Step Meetings, aging, Blues, Co-Dependency, Denial, humor, Love, Memoir, Money, Poetry, Recovery, Relationships, Uncategorized
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New Year’s Adam
1. This year has come to an end. Was it good for you or was it bad?
Did it treat you like a friend or like the worst enemy you ever had?
No matter. After midnight, we’ll bid this year Auld Lang Syne.
And, as we douse the old year’s light, I hope your lips will search out mine.
2. Yeah, I hope they search out mine and we exchange a tender New Year’s kiss.
And I hope out lips convince our hands to take this kiss a bit further than this.
And I hope out hands convince our minds and I hope our minds convince the rest.
Coz once the rest is convinced then I’ll need no convincing this New Year will be one of our best.
3. They call me New Year’s Adam coz I’ve been lookin’ for a little New Year’s Eve.
Eve, you want some fun? You’re lookin’ at him. One tug on loin cloth will make you believe.
It adds up to multiplication. 1+1 = Time Square. When New Year’s Adam bites the Big Apple, y’know, New Year’s Eve will be there.
Instrumental
Repeat #3.
End: New Year’s Eve will be there.
New Year’s Eve will be there.
New Year’s Eve will be there.
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Walkin’ Jesús Blues
1. I saw Walkin’ Jesús where the buses stop. He didn’t get on board coz he’s Walkin’ Jesús.
I saw Walkin’ Jesús at the music shop. There, he struck a chord coz he’s Walkin’ Jesús.
Walkin’ Jesús, Walkin’ Jesús Blues.
2. I saw Walkin’ Jesús loafin’ with the fishes. He didn’t stay long coz he’s Walkin’ Jesús.
I saw Walkin’ Jesús washin’ up some dishes. Nothing there went wrong coz he’s Walkin’ Jesús.
Walkin’ Jesús, Walkin’ Jesús Blues.
3. Walkin’ Jesús says, “Follow me or follow somebody else. If you’re of independent mind, you can follow yourself.
Treat other folks the way you want to be treated. Don’t be cruel with your jokes and don’t be conceited.
4. I saw Walkin’ Jesús at the Radio Shack. He was lookin’ all around coz he’s Walkin’ Jesús.
Cops came in a screamin’, “Put your hands behind your back.” And they threw him out of town coz he’s Walkin’ Jesús.
Walkin’ Jesús, Walkin’ Jesús Blues.
5. I saw Walkin’ Jesús with a cardboard sign. He couldn’t sit still coz he’s Walkin’ Jesús.
It said, “I’ll work for water and I’ll turn it into wine. Then I’ll drink my fill coz I’m Walkin’ Jesús.”
Walkin’ Jesús, Walkin’ Jesús Blues.
6. Walkin’ Jesús says, “Muslim, Christian, Buddhist or Jew doesn’t matter to me, why should it matter to You?
As you treat yourself, go forth and treat your neighbor. To César goes the wealth, to you goes all the labor.”
7. I saw Walkin’ Jesús make a peace sign with his hands. He didn’t say a word coz he’s Walkin’ Jesús.
Walkin’ Jesús doesn’t have to talk to make a stand. I’m his silencie he is heard coz he’s Walkin’ Jesús.
Walkin’ Jesús, Walkin’ Jesús Blues.
Walkin’ Jesús, Walkin’ Jesús Blues.
Walkin’ Jesús, Walkin’ Jesús Blues.
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My Podcast Teaser for New Season
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90 Cents Away
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Amor De Mis Amores
1. Amor mio, que trasciende el tiempo. Mi corazón te perdeneció antes de que el tuyo me perteneciera. Aunque nos separan paises, no estamos tan lejos. A traves del amor, estoy contigo cada hora de cada día.
2. Love of my loves, transcending time. My heart was yours before yours was mine. Though we are separated by countries, we aren’t that far away. Through love, I am with you every hour of every day.
3. Amor mio, que trasciende el tiempo. Mi corazón te perdeneció antes de que el tuyo me perteneciera. Aunque nos separan paises, no estamos tan lejos. A traves del amor, estoy contigo cada hora de cada día.
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Editing “Living Down To Expectations ” – Substack
Editing “Living Down To Expectations ” – Substack https://josephfuller.substack.com/publish/post/178805342
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Found A Blues Harp – Joefingas
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