Ok, here's my idea: I write songs, so I thought I might start occasionally posting them here. I thought, people post lyrics all the time, so why not? Huh, bitch? ... Sorry, I'm feeling kind of punchy. Anyway, this one was inspired by the character of Bull Lee from Kerouac's On the Road.
EDIT: almost forgot; all input is appreciated.

(c) Brian Johnson, 2002

[1]
A man in a shack in New Orleans
Sticks a needle into his arm.
Don’t judge him, boy,
He’s earned the right,
You don’t know how life can be hard.
He saw the world on the fringe of the war,
With the suicidal hipster crowd.
North Africa
To Nazi Europe,
To the States,
Where the jazz was loud.

[chorus]
He’s a ghost of old America,
Wearing a professor’s tweeds,
A Beat scholar livin’ out past the reeds,
Old Lee.

[2]
Now he lives by a levy
With an old Texas Chevy
And a wife who likes Benzedrine.
She talks all day,
He talks all night,
Like everyone you’ve met
They’re both outta sight,
The world wouldn’t be the same without Old Lee.

[chorus]

[ 09-21-2002: Message edited by: Bloodcookie ]

I like those lyrics.

Only thing I'd change is:

He saw the world on the fringe of the war

To:

He saw the world on the edge of the war

But, they are excellent lyrics either way.

Ok. Thanks, and suggestion noted.

Niceupo ^^

Got a linkupo to, I dunno, an MP3 of you singing them or somethingupo?

Nah. Not yet, at least :/ I plan on getting the mp3 equivalent of an 8-track recorder eventually.

That sounds like something that would go into a ska song.
I like it!