by Ronald W. Hull
Sunday, April 12, 2009
Rated "G" by the Author.
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An allegory about being trapped by love. San Francisco is my favorite backdrop.
Photo © My Grandmother
For a friend in jail.
Come on Huey, gimmie the news!
Can't shake these jailhouse blues.
Can't rock this rock I'm on,
Alcatraz, come sing my song.
The Bird Man has two in the bush,
show your behind, bird, I'll eat your tush.
I'd swim the San Francisco Bay,
for one night with you in the hay.
But I'm under lock and key,
the key to your heart is where I'd be.
Surfing off of seal rock,
Angel Island for my flock.
But that tide's got a hold on me,
gonna wash me out to sea.
Out on past the Golden Gate,
to Davey Jones Locker's fate.
So save my soul and gimmie the news,
help me shake these jailhouse blues!
Copyright 2009 © Ronald W. Hull
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|Reviewed by L. Figgins
|We either trap ourselves--our own worst enemies--or by circumstance beyond our control. The metaphor is great here. And the rhythm of this write rocks the meaning. Like an Elvis shake--you know that almost epileptic fit? Been gone awhile Ron and I can't remember--are you a musician? This is the write of someone with a musical bone. Definately captures the restlessness of one behind bars--literal or emotional.|
|Reviewed by jude forese
|sometimes the grass on the other side of the penitentiary appears greener until your ass falls off the wall onto the other side :)|
|Reviewed by Jon Willey
|a fine allegory and a masterful song writing job to boot Ron -- Alcatraz, as symbolic of icy cold desolation as exists -- peace and love -- Jon Michael|
|Reviewed by Michael Guy
|You write the strangest "Blues tunes" - your a frustrated bluesman for sure. I wouldn't want to swim that bay - a cold death for sure. Be a great tune to a historical re-make movie of some sort...
|Reviewed by Sherry Heim
|Lockup is no party, though I doubt that it was ever intended to be. This could surely be a rockin' song, one that might get the inmates dancing. Nice write, Ron.
|Reviewed by Ron (sketchman) Axelson
|Good one Ron....,|
|Reviewed by Ed Matlack
|Too bad Elvis is not alive, he could use this as his modern version of the song...Ed|