#AmericanWriters #Ballad
He tried to spit out the truth; Dry—mouthed at first, He drooled and slobbered in the en… Truth dribbling his chin.
So now, Losing the three last night, Taking them back today, Dripping and dark the woods . . .
If my Valentine you won’t be, I’ll hang myself on your Christma…
I’m off’n wild wimmen An Cognac An Sinnin’ For I’m in loOOOOOOOve.
Some came in chains Unrepentant but tired. Too tired but to stumble. Thinking and hating were finished Thinking and fighting were finishe…
There was a cat named Crazy Chris… Who never lived long enough to scr… He was gay hearted, young and hand… And all the secrets of life he kne… He would always arrive on time for…
They sucked us in; King and country, Christ Almighty And the rest. Patriotism,
The age demanded that we sing And cut away our tongue. The age demanded that we flow And hammered in the bung. The age demanded that we dance
I like Canadians. They are so unlike Americans. They go home at night. Their cigarettes don’t smell bad. Their hats fit.
The only man I ever loved Said good bye And went away He was killed in Picardy On a sunny day.
The Lord is my shepherd, I shall… want him for long.
Drummed their boots on the camion… Hob—nailed boots on the camion flo… Sergeants stiff, Corporals sore. Lieutenant thought of a Mestre wh…
For we have thought the longer tho… And gone the shorter way. And we have danced to devils’ tune… Shivering home to pray; To serve one master in the night,
Desire and All the sweet pulsing aches And gentle hurtings That were you, Are gone into the sullen dark.
Workingmen believed He busted trusts, And put his picture in their windo… 'What he’d have done in France!' They said.