Homesick Gypsy
©Meesa Caudill
Sitting in this fluorescent hell,
windows open, feeling the breeze-
daydreaming of the moment
when I can finally be free.
Needing the wind from a car window
blowing through my hair,
I need to feel the rush
of driving to the middle of nowhere.
My gypsy soul is homesick,
the road is calling my name-
I need to see the world
that's beyond this window pane.
I'm a homesick gypsy,
I need to be on the road.
This homesick gypsy
with nowhere to go.
Lord help this homesick gypsy
find her way home.
My daddy was a trucker so
I was born with diesel in my veins.
I can't be still in one place too long,
Lord, release me from these chains.
Put me in a car, in a plane, or
the train going down the tracks.
I'm so ready to get out of here
and never have to look back.
My gypsy soul is aching
to see the world with my own eyes.
I need to experience everything there is-
no tears, no regrets, no goodbyes.
I'm a homesick gypsy,
I need to be on the road.
This homesick gypsy
with nowhere to go.
Lord help this homesick gypsy
find her way home.
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Showing posts with label freedom. Show all posts
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Thursday, May 16, 2013
Tuesday, July 24, 2012
If You're Not Pissed Off
© Meesa Caudill
Well I hate to admit but I'm getting scared
every time I see the news.
Can't go to school, ride a bus,or watch a movie
without someone shooting at you.
And now the politicians and brainwashed sheeple
are trying to take away our guns.
They don't want us fighting back,
and they know Americans are too fat to run.
With every click of the internet
and on the daily news
we get fed a bunch of bull
and twisted, tainted views.
It's really starting to piss me off
that they want to control me and you.
Land of the free is what we've been told-
free to speak, worship, & get a piece of the pie.
But we can't speak, no praying in public,
it's all a bunch of lies.
Now we're all broke, we're stressed out and scared-
we're a country full of tension.
If you're not pissed off enough to want a change
then you're not paying enough attention!
Political plans no one understands,
a president famous because of his race.
Lost jobs, lost freedoms, no money, no hope-
we've become such a disgrace.
As a whole we just sit back and watch-
"it's ok as long as it's not happening to me."
We're so desensitized and immune
to the things going on across the street.
Start paying attention or one day you'll wake
to the government living in your home.
Taking away our basic rights,
making you bow to a throne.
Land of the free is what we've been told-
free to speak, worship, & get a piece of the pie.
But we can't speak, no praying in public,
it's all a bunch of lies.
Now we're all broke, we're stressed out and scared-
we're a country full of tension.
If you're not pissed off enough to want a change
then you're not paying enough attention!
Our soldiers are dying every day,
their last breaths taken on foreign soil.
Is it really a war against terrorism?
Or are they dying because of oil?
It's been happening now for so long
it seems most Americans have forgotten
about our men and women sacrificed
and flown home in flag draped coffins.
The ones who've survived are damaged
on the inside, out, or both.
They get lost in the cracks of the system
because they took that oath.
"Support and defend the Constitution of the United States
against all enemies, foreign and domestic."
It's starting to look like they need to fight
our government that thinks they're majestic.
Land of the free is what we've been told-
free to speak, worship, & get a piece of the pie.
But we can't speak, no praying in public,
it's all a bunch of lies.
Now we're all broke, we're stressed out and scared-
we're a country full of tension.
If you're not pissed off enough to want a change
then you're not paying enough attention!
Well I hate to admit but I'm getting scared
every time I see the news.
Can't go to school, ride a bus,or watch a movie
without someone shooting at you.
And now the politicians and brainwashed sheeple
are trying to take away our guns.
They don't want us fighting back,
and they know Americans are too fat to run.
With every click of the internet
and on the daily news
we get fed a bunch of bull
and twisted, tainted views.
It's really starting to piss me off
that they want to control me and you.
Land of the free is what we've been told-
free to speak, worship, & get a piece of the pie.
But we can't speak, no praying in public,
it's all a bunch of lies.
Now we're all broke, we're stressed out and scared-
we're a country full of tension.
If you're not pissed off enough to want a change
then you're not paying enough attention!
Political plans no one understands,
a president famous because of his race.
Lost jobs, lost freedoms, no money, no hope-
we've become such a disgrace.
As a whole we just sit back and watch-
"it's ok as long as it's not happening to me."
We're so desensitized and immune
to the things going on across the street.
Start paying attention or one day you'll wake
to the government living in your home.
Taking away our basic rights,
making you bow to a throne.
Land of the free is what we've been told-
free to speak, worship, & get a piece of the pie.
But we can't speak, no praying in public,
it's all a bunch of lies.
Now we're all broke, we're stressed out and scared-
we're a country full of tension.
If you're not pissed off enough to want a change
then you're not paying enough attention!
Our soldiers are dying every day,
their last breaths taken on foreign soil.
Is it really a war against terrorism?
Or are they dying because of oil?
It's been happening now for so long
it seems most Americans have forgotten
about our men and women sacrificed
and flown home in flag draped coffins.
The ones who've survived are damaged
on the inside, out, or both.
They get lost in the cracks of the system
because they took that oath.
"Support and defend the Constitution of the United States
against all enemies, foreign and domestic."
It's starting to look like they need to fight
our government that thinks they're majestic.
Land of the free is what we've been told-
free to speak, worship, & get a piece of the pie.
But we can't speak, no praying in public,
it's all a bunch of lies.
Now we're all broke, we're stressed out and scared-
we're a country full of tension.
If you're not pissed off enough to want a change
then you're not paying enough attention!
Thursday, December 30, 2010
Gypsy Thoughts
My gypsy soul is getting restless-
I've been in a coma for thirty-one years.
My heart longs to get out of this town-
forget the past, the pain, the tears.
Let's follow some railroad tracks
just to see where they go.
Let's get into my car and drive non-stop
listening to the radio and the wind blow.
We don't need a suitcase
some duffle bags will have to do-
let's pack some stuff and get out of this state,
leaving behind all we've been through.
Maybe we could hop on a Greyhound bus
choosing our destination with a dart-
follow the lines drawn out on a map...
follow our dreams, and our hearts.
Let's get out of here and find ourselves
somewhere outside of this big little town-
let fate and destiny be our guide,
and stop letting our fears hold us down...
Come on, baby, run away with me-
let's make our own place in this world.
Say you'll be my gypsy man-
and run away with this gypsy girl.
I've been in a coma for thirty-one years.
My heart longs to get out of this town-
forget the past, the pain, the tears.
Let's follow some railroad tracks
just to see where they go.
Let's get into my car and drive non-stop
listening to the radio and the wind blow.
We don't need a suitcase
some duffle bags will have to do-
let's pack some stuff and get out of this state,
leaving behind all we've been through.
Maybe we could hop on a Greyhound bus
choosing our destination with a dart-
follow the lines drawn out on a map...
follow our dreams, and our hearts.
Let's get out of here and find ourselves
somewhere outside of this big little town-
let fate and destiny be our guide,
and stop letting our fears hold us down...
Come on, baby, run away with me-
let's make our own place in this world.
Say you'll be my gypsy man-
and run away with this gypsy girl.
Caged Bird Singing
Trapped.
Confined.
Suffocated.
Imprisoned.
Caged.
Do you ever get the urge to just run away from everything? To just sell or throw away everything you own and take off in whichever direction you choose just to see where the road goes?
I want to run away. Run away from this dead-end job. Run away from the boredom of Lexington. Run away from the norm. Run away from the things that haunt me. Run away from this life and start a new one.
I've been wracking my brain for what seems like forever- trying to figure out what is missing from my life and how to turn my life into what I want it to be. No conclusions have been come to and I'm still at a loss. I still have no idea where I want to be and what I want to be doing with my life. I'll be 31 years old in two weeks and I have nothing to show for my time on this planet. No family. No career. No adventures. I have been walking around like a zombie since I came into this world and I yearn to LIVE.
How do you do that when you're flat broke and drive a piece of shit car that you can't even depend on to take you across town? Does being poor confine us to a life of dreary days with nothing to look forward to? Whether I live the life of a gypsy for six months or not- I know one thing... I've got to do something, anything, before I lose my mind.
I Know Why the Caged Bird Sings
Maya Angelou
"The free bird leaps
on the back of the wind
and floats downstream
till the current ends
and dips his wings
in the orange sun rays
and dares to claim the sky.
But a bird that stalks
down his narrow cage
can seldom see through
his bars of rage
his wings are clipped and
his feet are tied
so he opens his throat to sing.
The caged bird sings
with fearful trill
of the things unknown
but longed for still
and is tune is heard
on the distant hill for the caged bird
sings of freedom
The free bird thinks of another breeze
and the trade winds soft through the sighing trees
and the fat worms waiting on a dawn-bright lawn
and he names the sky his own.
But a caged bird stands on the grave of dreams
his shadow shouts on a nightmare scream
his wings are clipped and his feet are tied
so he opens his throat to sing
The caged bird sings
with a fearful trill
of things unknown
but longed for still
and his tune is heard
on the distant hill
for the caged bird
sings of freedom."
Confined.
Suffocated.
Imprisoned.
Caged.
Do you ever get the urge to just run away from everything? To just sell or throw away everything you own and take off in whichever direction you choose just to see where the road goes?
I want to run away. Run away from this dead-end job. Run away from the boredom of Lexington. Run away from the norm. Run away from the things that haunt me. Run away from this life and start a new one.
I've been wracking my brain for what seems like forever- trying to figure out what is missing from my life and how to turn my life into what I want it to be. No conclusions have been come to and I'm still at a loss. I still have no idea where I want to be and what I want to be doing with my life. I'll be 31 years old in two weeks and I have nothing to show for my time on this planet. No family. No career. No adventures. I have been walking around like a zombie since I came into this world and I yearn to LIVE.
How do you do that when you're flat broke and drive a piece of shit car that you can't even depend on to take you across town? Does being poor confine us to a life of dreary days with nothing to look forward to? Whether I live the life of a gypsy for six months or not- I know one thing... I've got to do something, anything, before I lose my mind.
I Know Why the Caged Bird Sings
Maya Angelou
"The free bird leaps
on the back of the wind
and floats downstream
till the current ends
and dips his wings
in the orange sun rays
and dares to claim the sky.
But a bird that stalks
down his narrow cage
can seldom see through
his bars of rage
his wings are clipped and
his feet are tied
so he opens his throat to sing.
The caged bird sings
with fearful trill
of the things unknown
but longed for still
and is tune is heard
on the distant hill for the caged bird
sings of freedom
The free bird thinks of another breeze
and the trade winds soft through the sighing trees
and the fat worms waiting on a dawn-bright lawn
and he names the sky his own.
But a caged bird stands on the grave of dreams
his shadow shouts on a nightmare scream
his wings are clipped and his feet are tied
so he opens his throat to sing
The caged bird sings
with a fearful trill
of things unknown
but longed for still
and his tune is heard
on the distant hill
for the caged bird
sings of freedom."
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