You put the light of sun
into the long night of my life.
You put the green of spring
into the winter of my soul.
You took my heart grown cold and dark
into your hand; warm, filled with light,
gently you blew eternity into me.
Soft wind of southern seas caressed my tired body,
grown icy with neglect.
From your throat came Heaven's note
traveling upon that warm wind:
Breathing returned to me again.
I do not hear words of love.
I do not feel happiness.
I do not know abodes of bliss.
But this one thing alone I know:
Life for me resides in your kiss-I linger there.
By Paul and Gaylee Malone: January 2005

Say what you mean, he said.
Mean what you say, he plead.
Cut to the chase,
Or you will drive me away.
You speak so softly,
Your tongue is a pointed stick,
Wagging his own, he said,
You make me very sick.
That's okay for politics.
But I'm so tired of your lethal licks.
You smile so sweetly, speak so politely,
Then out comes the tongue of mass destruction;
swathed in negligees of juicy seduction.
Your significant power is a kuku clock.
Lashing out twice every hour,
night and day; day and night.
You smile at me with a glint in your eye,
repeat what I said framed in a one of your lies.
Keep this up and one of us will die;
Our marriage is not fiction made up on the fly.
Scream if you like: Yell or Cry!!
Just ask an honest question, say what you think,
Don't mince around. You're driving me to drink.
Do this one thing for me?
I will not care, get mad or worry;
I've learned to duck in a hurry.
I'll be out of Hell the day that you are real,
Then you'll know exactly how I feel,
I've learned how to dodge,
Sleep safer still.
But mental stability might give us clarity;
And if together we are very lucky,
And we both know the truth of why,
We won't kill each other;
We'll live our lives together
In peaceful abiding love
Until we die.

Mostly yelled during August 2004
By: Paul and Gaylee Malone

Come fly with us, come fly with us,
They call us from our sky.
Don't let this twist of fire and fate
Make you afraid to die.
Take a long sweet breath,
Grab the hand of death
And fly with us.

We fly forever now; and we will be your guide.
Come on, come on, over to our side.
See eternity with us from outer space.
When you return you will be forever changed.
Nothing, nothing ever remains the same,
Why should you?

Little boy and little girl,
With eyes that watch the sky.
Little boy and little girl,
Did you always want to fly?
With heroes, hunters, spacemen, pioneers,
Cowboy drifters with a mustang between their thighs.

Don't let the powers that be build fences on our moon.
Don't make a toll road of some wormhole to that star,
Keep the universe free of barbed wire, carpetbaggers,
Hawkers and hagglers:
soldiers of fortune, malice, greed, and gain.
Don't let our lives dies in vain.
Keep us free of boundaries and fences.
Freedom is for paupers, kings and princes,
For heroes, hunters, spacemen, pioneers,
Cowboy drifters with a mustang between their thighs.

Little boy and little girl,
With eyes that watch the sky.
Little boy and little girl
Did you always want to fly?
With Heroes, hunters, spacemen, pioneers,
Cowboy drifters with a mustang between their thighs.
Fly, Fly, Fly.

For more thoughts on this and other NASA flights,
Please read the "BECAUSE" section found on the menu.

All I wanted for Christmas was you by the fire:
Holding our baby and me by your side.

The phone call came, the message rang.
You had to go to a foreign land
I did not know, I did not know,
That Christmas won't come this year.

All I wanted for Christmas was you by the fire:
Holding our baby and me by your side.

The doorbell rang, the letter came.
Desert sand blew through my brain.
The only rain is my tears
And Christmas won't come this year.

You arrived wrapped in a flag.
Draped and tied with yellow bows.
Inside a tag hung on your toe,
And the sand blows, and the sand blows.
And Christmas won't come this year.

Now I sit beside the fire, wrapped in your flag,
Holding our baby: Ribbons and bows in our hair.
You're not here; you're not there;
Christmas won't come this year.

All I have is ribbons and bows,
A flag that won't keep out the cold.
My heart has stopped and so has time,
And Christmas won't come this year.

We were brothers living on the line.
Grandpa was a Quaker;
Grandma was a Saint.
Maw and Paw was already gone:
Indians could not kill them.
But cholera did.

That left us kids with Grandpa.
From dawn till dark we worked the land.
Grandma was praying in the kitchen;
God, don't let this war come here;
I have cried too many tears;
I have buried my only son, his wife,
Their still-born baby.
God, don't let this war come here.

Grandpa said this war ain't our'un;
And neither is it your'un.
So boys, don't you go out lookin'
For the Blue or the Gray.
Just be ready to stand this ground
When they come to take you away.
Grandma was praying in the kitchen
God, don't let this war come here.

Both sides crossed the line to get us.
The Blues took the mules and Jessie.
The Grays took the horses and me.
Maw and Paw was already gone,
And soon so were we.

That left the farm with Grandpa.
From dark till dark he worked the land.
Grandma found him lying in the furors,
She knelt; took his cold cold hand.
"God, the war came here;
I have cried too many tears;
My womb is dry from years;
Our seed is spilled along the line;
God the war came here.

Folk singers don't dance.
We may twist, sway and twirl,
but folk singers just don't dance.
Our favorite bar is in our brain;
we live there most the time,
writin' songs on an old guitar,
searching for a rhyme,
looking for the right key
how to say it clearly
so you'll understand some misery,
cuz, life goin' down don't go easy.

Rock an' Roll ain't in our soul,
R & B we just don't see,
Cowboy tunes are just to blue,
There's no Blues in our suede shoes,
tragedy's just comedy gone sour.
It'll all be better in just about an hour.
We just can't give the stage away to some
two steppin' castaway cowboy
bootscootin' across the floor.
All we need is a small cafe down some back street
hid away in the city, sittin' on a wood stool
dreamin' it was still the '60s.
Where just wrote about life
the way we saw it through our eyes,
and if you think we're tellin' lies,
then you don't live with a folk singer.

repeat the first verse

He had eyes like the skies over Reno.
He had hair like the black hills of Dakota.
He would smile like an innocent child.
His skin was fair; so fair.
He had a heart of purest gold.
He gave it to me-----so gently,
and he loved me, he loved me.

We had a child on the golden prairie.
Wind swept grain, blowing gold in my valley.
He had blue eyes and coal black hair.
His skin was fair, so fair.
His father's heart of purest gold
beat inside his chest----so gently,
And I loved him, I loved them.

The boy was ten since the spring that I bore him.
They took to burro to the black hills of Dakota.
We left our land to pan for gold:
cold swift water took them down.
Weighed down with gold they held each other.
Took their last breath of water;
crystal water, cold water.

The little burro returned without them.
I brought them home to my golden valley.
Me and the burro took them home.
Under golden grasses, they are warm.
The little burro carried stones for cover.
Gently, so gently, I lay each stone.
Me and the burro all alone.

They were miners, they were '49ers
They were two miners in search of gold:
in search of gold, fool's gold.

Wind blew cold across the golden prairie.
So cold, me and the burro lay down.
Late spring snow froze in my hair.
In between them we lay down:
Asleep between my golden hearts:
gently, so gently-----they held us there;
me and the burro, cold and tired.

We passed into their long dream
where moon beams hide the day.
Our bed is made of woven stars.
Blankets of snow keep us warm.
Two golden hearts hold me and the burro.
Gently, and softly, they called my name.
I will love them, in eternity.

We were miners, we were '49ers.
We were three miners in search of gold
In search of gold, we three and the burro.

I've got the Beethoven Blues
I'm flat on my back
Trains run me over like a railroad track
The sun won't shine
I'm behind all the time
Turn on the tube
It's all bad news
I've got The Blues

I got the Beethoven Blues
I walk the night long
singin sad songs, staring at the darkness
Self treatin with booze.
I got the Blues
Chokin' down Prozac
Fall in the sack
I got The Blues

So I'm drunk in my LazyBoy
Facin' the wall
Glued to my cell phone, no body to call
Had some guy just-a while ago
I was either too fast or too damn slow
He put on walkin' shoes

Tried to call him one day
Had to re-charge the phone
By the time I got through,
he was up moved and gone
Now I'm broke and alone
Kicked back in my chair
Ain't got nothin to lose
What do I care
I got the Blues.

I got the Beethoven Blues
and it's a Blue full moon
I'm in the change of life;
I ain't no body's wife;
My brain is dusty;
My IUD is rusty.
My nerves are frayed;
I can't get laid.
I got the Blues

My available man
just don't think he can:
says I'm cranky and crabby
grouchy and grumpy
my body's turned lumpy.
I'm all alone;
Doc says it's hormones;
gives me progesterone.

Now I work three jobs;
Scream angry sobs;
Kickin' at the dirt
Cuz my heart hurts
drivin' under this moon
I'm old too soon:
and this starry night
just don't make it right.
I've got the blues.
I've got the deep down dark purple blues.

Even Beethoven got The Blues
He could carry a tune
Write all the notes down
Take long night walks
through his little ol' town,
self treatin with booze.
Looks like musicians just get The Blues.

He was a manic depressive,
obsessive compulsive
psychotic bi-polar
confused.
He had The Blues.
He had the deep down dark purple Blues.

TIRED OLD LADY BLUES
By Gaylee Malone: 2003-4 I know my songs are sad.
Tell me why the blues follow me.
Nothin' 'bout the blues is new;
been taggin' along for eternity.
Ever since Cane killed Able,
And left a poor ol' mama cryin'
She lost her garden,
Lost her kid,
Still gets hassled 'bout that thing she did.
She just got old and slow.
Didn't have no place to go.
She's the first old lady singin' The Blues
And that's why nothin's new.

Got up this mornin' took a look at my face:
There was hair growin' all over the place.
I looked like Gabby Hayes on one of his better days.
My body's goin' down the tubes,
I've got the Tired Old Lady Blues.
Gonna find me a man, fast as I can.
We'll turn out the light and it'll be alright.
I'm gonna loose these old lady blues.

I'm sittin' on my porch on Galveston
Watchin' the world go by
I cain't sang the blues no more
there's rainbows in my sky.
So I'm watchin' all the Jenny's
strollin' by, prematurely blond.
They're lookin' mighty good to these old eyes,
and I'm tellin' my body some lies.

I got an ol' Volkswagon bus sittin' in my yard.
It's green and yellow and bondo pink;
cleaner than your best car.
I can go back there again just singing in my sleep
about long nights under soft moonlight
and a million desert stars.

I wrote me last song to protest a war back in 1992
when the first young man from Desert Storm
fell from the sky so blue.
I can't go back there again,
I'm old and war ain't new
Chicago has changed, Kent State's rearranged,
and Garcia--he's gone too.

So I'm sittin' on my porch in Galveston
watchin' the world go by
I cain't sang the blues no more
there's rainbows in my sky.
Sittin' on the sea wall staring at the jetty
watchin' all the Jennys walk by
singin' songs about my kids
stuff that did
thangs that I hid
and my Grandpa's Naked Lady Tatoo.
I'm just to happy to be blue.

If'in it aint snakes it's piss ants
always followin' me.
If'in it ain't snakes it's piss ants
dealin' me misery
No matter how fast I run
No matter where I roam
If'in it ain't snakes it's piss ants
waitin' on me to get home.

I had a guy long time a-go
Lord - I loved him so.
One day he did-n't show;
left me all a-lone.
He ran a-way with my best friend;
I never saw them a-gin'.
Ever' time I hear their name,
It's snakes'n piss ants in my brain.

If'in it aint snakes it's piss ants
always followin' me.
If'in it ain't snakes it's piss ants
dealin' me misery
No matter how fast I run
No matter where I roam
If'in it ain't snakes it's piss ants
waitin' on me to get home.

Mar-ried a guy I met in a bar:
He was cat-nip to his toes.
Thought I had ever thang I wanted,
but that ain't how my life goes.
He laid on the sofa, drank beer'n smoked pot:
NASCAR was all I got.
Cried out to God, Is this my lot?
He said, "You married a Troll!"

If'in it aint snakes it's piss ants
always followin' me.
If'in it ain't snakes it's piss ants
dealin' me misery
No matter how fast I run
No matter where I roam
If'in it ain't snakes it's piss ants
waitin' on me to get home.

Di-vorced him on Hal-lo-ween.
He was the sad-est man I'd e-ver seen.
Winked at me, cal-led me hon-ey.
I took him back home 'n gave him mon-ey.
His truck broke down in my front yard,
So he could-n't leave - life's too hard.
Gave him a room - didn't make him pay
And three square meals eve-ry day.

If'in it aint snakes it's piss ants
always followin' me.
If'in it ain't snakes it's piss ants
dealin' me misery
No matter how fast I run
No matter where I roam
If'in it ain't snakes it's piss ants
waitin' on me to get home.

My friends all say "give up your search."
My daughter says,"Mama, go to church."
But I'll keep look-n' for my prince,
Kiss-n' e-ver' frog that'-ll jump my fence.
But it's hard to find a frog that-'ll stay,
When the troll in the basement scares 'em away.
I keep hope-n' one-'ll come a-long soon;
Jump my fence----sing my tune.

If'in it aint snakes it's piss ants
always followin' me.
If'in it ain't snakes it's piss ants
dealin' me misery
No matter how fast I run
No matter where I roam
If'in it ain't snakes it's piss ants
waitin' on me to get home.

Been so long since I heard that whistle blow.
Been so long since I heard that whistle blow.
Linemen came, took up the track
and the train ain't comin' back.

Nothin' much to do in my home town.
Makin' The Drag is how we got down.
Only one traffic light and one cop:
He never was around.
Sittin'down at the station on a summer day
Watchin the troop trains pass that way.
Small town girl big eyed girl
wink her eye and wave.
Must have been a thousand boys dressed in army green.
Noses on the window, headed for Abilene.
For a small town big eyed girl, best sight she's seen.

Been so long since I heard that whistle blow.
Been so long since I heard that whistle blow.
Linemen came, took up the track,
and the train ain't comin' back.

Parkin' in the graveyard, kissin' and well, you know
nothin' much to do, cain't go to Waco,
kissin' some guy, shuttin' my eyes,
prayin' that the train would stop.

Passin' by the graveyard now kinda makes me blue.
Too many people laying out there that I knew.
Happy Days are over and through;
and the train's gone too.

Been so long since I heard that whistle blow.
Been so long since I heard that whistle blow.
Linemen came, took up the track
and the train ain't comin' back

I'm out here on the east coast in Virginia
and I cannot see the prairie for the trees.
I know the sun is settin' on the sagebrush
I can feel the soft wind blowin'
even through these gaul dern leaves

I'm goin' back,
Goin' back to Texas.
Goin' back where I belong;
Where the men are wild
and the women are shinny
I'm goin' back to the black land song.

My Grandma made this trip alone
more than a hunnard years ago.
She met her love on a wagon train
somewhere along the Ohio.
She birthed four sons alone
now they're all buried in the hard black clay
and it comes up through my toes
and call me ever gaul dern day.

Of my four sons that I have had
one's gone back to Mesquite
My daughter looks out to the West
ever mornin' in the street.
That leaves three boys and me
who don't know why it takes so long.
come on Boys, let's pack our stuff
and head for the black land song.

We're goin' back,
Goin' back to Texas.
Goin' back where I belong;
Where the men are wild
and the women are shinny
We're goin' back to the black land song.
Where the land is black,
black as oil
And the sky as blue
as my lover's eyes.
If this ol' van will just keep rollin',
we'll be back home before sunrise.