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Let No Man Write my Epitaph
Let No Man Write my Epitaph
“Just a kid from the streets, always fighting the system & wanting to be free never playing by the rules always thinking that laws were meant for people like me”
What has happened to the fire
that once did exist
has now all but expired
the passion has been dismissed
Once there was fame and glory
always wheeling and dealing
no time for defeat
you were very appealing
Constantly fighting the demons
quit the booze after 43 years
always kept everyone safe behind the gate
never ever caring about any of your peers
Old age now moving in
losing a step or two
slowly missing a beat
time to meet your Waterloo
Memories of victory’s
and memories of defeats
will always remain
but will never again repeat
Just a kid from the streets
always fighting the system & wanting to be free
never playing by the rules
always thinking that laws were meant for people like me
No regrets for what or where I have been
just created my own path
hope to be remembered as a Stand-Up Guy
“LET NO MAN WRITE MY EPITAPH”
BobbyZ aka The Junkyard Dog
BLUE COLLAR
I’m just a Blue Collar
just a humble working man
with hands and arms of steel
just like many others, who worked thru out this land
Had to quit school at an early age
to begin working with the tools
brown bagging it every day
bringing home the bacon, instead of going to school
Dirty hands, and steel tip shoes
may be soon to turn a new page
walked to work, or took the bus
a hero of the industrial age
Blue Collar work, slowly being replaced
big tech and computers, everyone working at home
machinery and factories, slowly disappearing
no more phone booths, being replaced by cell phones
Blue Collars, soon to be replaced by the Momma Lukes
many still live with their mommas at home,
never knowing about a hard day’s work,
only interested in playing video games, or texting on their phones
Blue Collars, Blue Collars
never afraid to express how they feel
many went off to serve, and always stand for the flag
but they never ever, never kneel
Blue Collars, Blue Collars
heroes of the past
may they never go away
may they forever last
BobbyZ aka The Junkyard Dog
The Ukraine Dream
Putin has created a Nightmare but the Ukraine Dream shall survive
The Ukraine Dream
The Ukraine Dream, with streets once paved with gold, now filled with bombed out buildings and military detours. The Dream has now been put on hold. Once dreaming of greatness, and awaiting just rewards, which Putin has attempted to vanquish, will once again be restored?
Their families have left, and now safely over the border, while they remain to fight, wondering if they will ever again, be with their wife’s, sons or daughters.
Bullets flying, bombs exploding, guided missiles in the air, Zelensky taunting Putin, come and get us, come and get us, because were going nowhere.
The will to succeed, has not been lost thru the year we shall fight for our freedom, and never have any fears.
No shortage of role models, our youth have many heroes to look up to, they have replaced their dreams, with bearing arms, willing to sacrifice for you, you & you.
Putin has made a mistake, and has found out, but it’s too late, that it’s not the size of the dog, but the size of the fight in the dog, I guess he took the bait.
It’s without a doubt, that Pres Zelensky has courage, of the highest degree, has nightly dreams about the Ukraine Dream, and that Ukraine will once again become FREE.
The dream once again shall rise, once many changes are made, we shall once again return to the greatness of yesterday, and we will never again be dismayed.
BobbyZ aka The Junkyard Dog
JYD Audio Recordings
JYD Audio Recordings
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JYD Podcast
FRIDAY NITE AT THE BUCKET OF BLOOD BAR
FRIDAY NITE AT THE BUCKET OF BLOOD BAR
It’s another Friday nite at the local BUCKET OF BLOOD BAR
The Booze is starting to flow
Waiting for the SUCKER’s to come in
To be relieved of their dough
Slippery EDDIE as always serving drinks behind the bar
Clips go in his pocket
Tips go in the jar
Fast Eddie and One Eyed Pete
Local Books ready to take bets
Monk and Poopsie just made a score
Doing a 100 Timer on the JETS
Needle Dick The Roach Rapper
Trying to make a score
Hitting on other guys broads
Soon he’ll be out the Fuck’in door
Sweet Talk Willie
Has Three (3) Finger Gavone’s money on the street
Pay the Vig by 12 Sunday
Or you get cement feet
Pee Wee and Louie the Lip
Playing 8 Ball for $50.00 a game
Switch Blade Sal and Gumba Pete
In the corner planning another scam
The Juke Box is Blasting
Everyone singing in the Still Of The Nite
It’s still too early
So no one is yet ready to fight
Freddy Fuck Around
Sitting in the corner beating his meat
He’s a known GOOGLIOMIST
He likes to smell girl’s bicycle seats
Pretty Boy Willie
Who plays the drums and is a singer
Sitting in the corner booth with his babe
Playing Choke the Chicken and Stinky Finger
Truck driver’s Big Nose & Billy the Hat
Just walked in the door
Had their trucks Hi-Jacked
Flush with money
It was a easy score
Pretty Joe The Boss and Twinkle Toes Sallie
Ordering their usual Ball and Beer
Always looking for the Blow Back after three
Rumor has it they are Baloney Smugglers
So stay clear
It’s 12 am and the blood will soon start to flow
Pork Nose Louie and Willie the Limp
Talking BullShit ready to start the show
Just another Friday Nite
At the local Bucket Of Blood Bar
A home away from home
The Ruin Of Many without The Will
BobbyZ aka The Junkyard Dog
Free Me
Free Me
Deep inside, my exiled soul
I’m a prisoner of my own torment
It’s a costly toll
Chained to the memories, of times gone bad
A self-imposed solitary
To reflect and be sad
To be free of these chains, I must forget the past
Release me from this bondage
Is all I ask
I’ve served my sentence, only ask to be free
To resume my life
And return to being me
BobbyZ aka The Junkyard Dog
Pretty Flowers, Pretty Faces, Sweet Embraces
Pretty Flowers, Pretty Faces, Sweet Embraces
Pretty Flowers
Pretty Faces
Sweet Embraces
Leave you breathless and searching for traces
Searching for traces of forgotten Sweet Embraces
Pretty flowers Pretty Faces Sweet Embraces
Sweet Embraces
Pretty Faces
Pretty Flowers
Leave you yearning for gentle Spring Showers
Gentle Spring Showers for Pretty Spring Flowers
Sweet Embraces Pretty Faces Pretty Flowers
Pretty Flowers
Sweet Embraces
Pretty Faces
Leave’s you dreaming of faraway places
Faraway Places of many Pretty Faces
Pretty Flowers Sweet Embraces Pretty Faces
Pretty Flowers
Pretty Faces
Sweet Embraces
Have you found them, never stop searching
For Pretty Flowers Pretty Faces Sweet Embraces
BobbyZ aka The Junkyard Dog
Music aka Rock’in Roll
Music aka Rock’in Roll
A universal language
From the “MET” to the “STREET”
Music excites and delights us
Like a constant drum beat
Going to the Brooklyn Paramount
To fulfill our Music needs
Rock’in Roll shows hosted by
The one and only Alan Freed
It’s no more “Daddy’s Little Girl”
When you get up with your daughter to swirl
It’s now an all time favorite
By the Temptations, “MY GIRL”
There was a time many years ago
When the music temporarily died
Buddy Holly, Richie Havens and the Big Booper
Are now appearing on that big stage in the sky
Music that incites you
Makes you want to dance
Music very special
To help when romancing
Maybe it was “Jerry Lee Lewis”
Who left you Rock’in and Reel’in
Or was it the Righteous Brothers
With the greatest song ever
“YOU LOST THAT LOVING FEELING”
Johnny Ray, singing the little White Cloud that Cried”
The Young Rascals and the Four Tops had no flaws
Janis Joplin and Big Brother and the Holding Company
Bobby Fuller singing “I Fought the Law”
May have been Jackie Wilson
Causing the crowds to roar
It was Bobby Dylan
Doing “Knock’in on Heavens Door
Danc’in to the slow ones
Will always in our minds remain
To another old time favorite
The Knock Outs doing Darl’in Lorraine
From George Thorogood with “Bad to the Bone”
To Elvis doing “Blue Suede Shoes”
Or how about Screaming Jay Hawkins with “I Put a Spell on You”
And of course BB King singing the Blues
Whenever on the dance floor
We always held her tight
Especially when dancing to
“In The Still of the Night”
Words that never leave you
And sounds so gentle and sweet
Music that arouses you
Makes you jump up to your feet
From “Rock Around the Clock” to ”Johnny be Good”
May it never cease
Music thru the ages
Has “Soothed the Savage Beast”
Now that we have taken
A Stroll down Memory Lane
Music tells a story
Sounds that shall forever remain
BobbyZ aka The Junkyard Dog
Can’t You Hear Me Knock‘in
Can’t You Hear Me Knock‘in
Here we go again
Knock‘in on Heaven’s Door
May have been here
Many times before
Knock ‘in on Heaven’s Door
Will I ever be admitted
Misdeeds from the past
Will I ever be acquitted
The thought of remembering
The memories of yesteryears
Can’t you hear me knock‘in
While I wipe away the tears
Do you hear me knock’in
Have I forever been banished
Not born with a silver spoon
For this will I forever be punished
Time slowly disappearing
Revealing the fact
That it may soon be over
Definitely the deck was stacked
Close calls and near misses
Have always been the norm
Time is running out
Too late to reform
The Door will always remain closed
Always been viewed as a Rebel
Time to pay for the misdeeds
Guess I”LL BE DANCING WITH THE DEVIL.
BobbyZ aka The Junkyard Dog
Tales of the Junkyard Dog 