Good night
here’s a Wes Freed moon for you
Moon
All that is is that is
Paint your pretty pictures
airbrush the ads and crank out the product
But the real man in the moon has crooked teeth and old scars
Paint me pink blood and ink
pull up your sleeves and show me your work
lay down on this old dryed out couch
smelling of smoke
and stale party tales
this two bedroom trailer has stories to tell
Like the time her brother almost beat the shit out of me
nothing is ever as pretty in the morning as it is by the light of the party inside
Smash your fist against the wall and laugh when the girls cry
Here is a Wes Freed moon for you
so just try and stay awake while we sort out the seeds and stems
and Bob Segar blasts out the window
just try and stay awake
It’s a Wes Freed moon tonight
black comic book birds cross the sky
underlit streetlight glow
it rained an hour ago
Power from the 3 dueces on my GTO
makes it easy to spin up the street
wakin up the town
watchin the lights come on, one by one.
readin books when I’m sober. watchin tv when I’m not
Always tryin to feel something
It’s all like a movie, or a 1 act play
The Hotel across the street where the railroad racks used to be
right before they tore it down
pushin things, breakin things
I walked 8 miles home and was almost sober when I got there
just as the county sheriff shined his light on the garage
Dad said “what the hell did you do now?”
but he didn’t turn me in.
Here’s a Wes Freed Moon for him
I could sure use a Wes Freed moon tonight