AIRBORNE HOBO
Bob came to me with the first two verses, and I found a tune to go with it & added a verse. Played the whole thing on a E-MU keyboard through a Yamaha QY100 sequencer using stock patterns and a chintzy fiddle voice over the top |
kicked into jail for lack of a dollar
kicked out of bars for having no collar
kissed into a dance by traveling gypsies
kissed into a bed by a stranger who missed him
kicked into the music of spheres and insects eye to eye
crawling under trees and turning green to stay alive
nameless meandering river
tributaries of faces and eyes
he's your lost uncle from wandering cirrus skies
kissed off by women making love with verses
sanctuaries of ale and curses
just an airborne hobo
from rotating leaves in the wind
nameless meandering river
tributaries of faces and eyes
he's your lost uncle from those boot heel slow cirrus skies
killed for a love that left him all alone
killed for a hand that closed just outside his own
still as the night in the first december snow
still as the dawn red street where the naked street lights glow
just an airborne hobo rising smoking from the leaves
in the chilly rain two freight trains pass
that whistle still grieves
nameless meandering river
tributaries of faces and eyes
he's your lost uncle
and he's wandering those cirrus skies
kicked out of bars for having no collar
kissed into a dance by traveling gypsies
kissed into a bed by a stranger who missed him
kicked into the music of spheres and insects eye to eye
crawling under trees and turning green to stay alive
nameless meandering river
tributaries of faces and eyes
he's your lost uncle from wandering cirrus skies
kissed off by women making love with verses
sanctuaries of ale and curses
just an airborne hobo
from rotating leaves in the wind
nameless meandering river
tributaries of faces and eyes
he's your lost uncle from those boot heel slow cirrus skies
killed for a love that left him all alone
killed for a hand that closed just outside his own
still as the night in the first december snow
still as the dawn red street where the naked street lights glow
just an airborne hobo rising smoking from the leaves
in the chilly rain two freight trains pass
that whistle still grieves
nameless meandering river
tributaries of faces and eyes
he's your lost uncle
and he's wandering those cirrus skies
copyright 2003 Mitch Rayes
by Robert Swearingen and Mitch Rayes