Another Sad Love Song

It was just another casual encounter
The liquor worked well and loosened our tongues
Conversation came easily but just as easily forgotten
But got colder and staler while the night was still young

They were seasoned old fighters
They called it a draw, not a punch had been thrown
We both knew the odds with an easy one-nigtter 
It was better than spending the cold night alone

Then come lay your body down

Play them if you got ‘em, if you hit the bottom,
Don’t let it get you down 
Let's go out go out for dinner, maybe it's a winner
Then come lay your body down
Come lay your body down come lay your body down


Fading Away

Fading Away    ©    5/12/2016 Bob Mullany for Nancy Mullany


Shadows are slowly extending
Darkness continues descending
We pray for a happy ending
At the end of the day


Fading away ,colors gone grey
Flowers that wilt
Fading away a little each day
And it sharpens the guilt
Fading away


Scenes from  some grainy old movies
Shot from the shadows still sooth me
But details get duller,
and frames are less focused each day


Fading away ,colors gone grey
Flowers that wilt
Fading away a little each day
And it sharpens the guilt
Fading away


Our only wish, by some sheer force of will
We could turn back the clock,
We could make time stand still
We could tell you we love you
And you’ll laugh  and say “Ditto”
We have hope, but life’s still the ultimate riddle
Each day is  a miracle with us in the middle
  


Fading away  ,colors gone grey
Flowers that wilt
Fading away a little each day
it sharpens the guilt
We’re fading away


Blaming God -Bob Mullany

Blaming God   ©  5/22/2016   Bob Mullany


The fatal physics of crash
The Jaws of Life a grisly joke
Revolving lights, broken glass
Reflect a crowd that barely spoke  
“There but for the grace of God,”
somebody whispered to a friend
The phrase struck me as rather odd,
There they go blaming God again


Perhaps it was the will of God,
Perhaps it was an accident
Some bad things happen every day
We pause and ponder what they meant
Perhaps some cosmic dice were tossed
And it’s their turn to take the fall
Perhaps God’s will can’t be discerned
Or He just wasn’t there at all


Katrina’s such a pretty name
It won’t be used  much any more
Except in stories of the storm
Of how they watched her come ashore
“There but for the grace of God
Survivors said, some lost some friends
No one saw Him there that day
How can they lay the blame on Him ?


Perhaps it was the will of God,
Perhaps they needed to repent
Some bad things happen every day
Could  some of them be heaven  sent ?
It could be karma, it could be fate
And it’s their turn to take the fall
Perhaps God’s will can’t be discerned
Or He just wasn’t there at all


September 1963
A black Alabama  church
A bomb placed carefully
A mourning dove moaned from her perch
Four little girls were blown away
While surely in a state of grace
And in the presence of the the Lord  
Could there have been a safer place ?


Perhaps it was the will of God
A higher purpose to be served
Some bad things happen every  day
And yet some seem so undeserved
Could be the politics of hate
The Grand Wizard's grand cabal
Perhaps God’s will can’t be discerned
Or He just wasn’t there all

Lie Wih Me Bob Mullany

Come and lie with me
In the shade of the tree
By the side of road 
Near the crooked little creek
That runs ‘neath the bridge
That goes to -God knows where, I don’t care anyway
Long as you will lie me 
In the shade of the tree 
By the side of the road
Near the crooked little creek 
that runs ‘neath the bridge
That goes to God knows where I don’t care anyway

I loved the way you got so mad
And beat up on your deadbeat dad
You went away it made me sad 
You’re on probation I’m so glad
(Time Off for good behavior)

But come and lie with me
In the shade of the tree
By the side of road 
Near the crooked little creek
That runs ‘neath the bridge
That goes to -God knows where, I don’t care anyway
Long as you will lie me 
In the shade of the tree 
By the side of the road
Near the crooked little creek 
that runs ‘neath the bridge
That goes to God knows where I don’t care anyway

I love you like your dog loves bones
your awesome strength, your muscle tone
The way you play your sousaphone
I ‘d kill for you and you alone
( You can even watch him suffer)

So, come and lie with me
In the shade of the tree
By the side of road 
Near the crooked little creek
Tthat runs ‘neath the bridge
That goes to -God knows where, I don’t care - anyway
Long as you will lie me 
In the shade of the tree 
By the side of the road
Near the crooked little creek 
that runs ‘neath the bridge
That goes to God knows where I don’t care anyway

I love you like a cow loves grass
I love it when you whup my ass
Tell me that I’m trailer trash
Just  like your dad I’ve got no class
(I think you really really like me)

Come and lie with me
In the shade of the tree
By the side of road
Near the crooked little creek
That runs ‘neath the bridge
That goes to -God knows where, I don’t care anyway
Long as you will lie me
In the shade of the tree
By the side of the road
Near the crooked little creek
that runs ‘neath the bridge
That goes to God knows where I don’t care anyway

I love it when you tie me up
You like to call me Buttercup
Then whip me ‘til I’m throwing up
Yeah, baby, I’m your Buttercup
(Buttercup's my safe word )

But come and lie with me
In the shade of the tree
By the side of road
Near the crooked little creek
That runs ‘neath the bridge
That goes to -God knows where, I don’t care - anyway
Long as you will lie me
In the shade of the tree
By the side of the road
Near the crooked little creek
That runs ‘neath the bridge
That goes to God knows where I don’t care anyway

I love to see you in the night
And watch your face by candlelight
You drip hot wax, my hair ignites 
“My burning love's your favorite sight...
( Is it OK to shave my body ?)

Still come and lie with me
In the shade of the tree
By the side of road
Near the crooked little creek
That runs ‘neath the bridge
That goes to -God knows where, I don’t care - anyway
Long as you will lie me
In the shade of the tree
By the side of the road
Near the crooked little creek
that runs ‘neath the bridge
That goes to God knows where I don’t care anyway