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Sorrow's End
By Everett A Warren
August 21, 1990

Wading through the decadence... society,
Creatures of our own sense of timelessness,
Caught within the grip of modern life.

Oh, sorrow... A sense of impending disaster.

Take hold of your senses... see reality,
Drawn in the battle with self-righteousness,
Mourn in despair the tests and tribulations.

Oh, sorrow... A sense of impending disaster.
Mistaken shadows... Spectres of tomorrow.

Run far away... Hidden from yourself.
Run far away... Find sorrow's end.

Production of ignorance... trying to be free,
Mysteries remain to be solved to bring happiness,
Human psychology.... is it science or religion?

Oh, sorrow... A sense of impending disaster.

Make your path through the masses... difference,
Desperate actions tempered with kindness,
See the strength inside, inner strength prevails.

Oh, sorrow... A sense of impending disaster.
Mistaken shadows... Spectres of tomorrow.

Run far away... Hidden from yourself.
Run far away... Find sorrow's end.

Run and hide and be free to live in misery,
Hide the light inside and drift away,
No, you know that it is wrong.

Oh, sorrow... A sense of impending disaster.
Mistaken shadows... Spectres of tomorrow.

Pull from the edge... Strive to go on.
Don't run away... Revealed for all to see.

Run and hide and be free to live in misery,
Hide the light inside and drift away,
No, you know that it is wrong.


Copyright (c) 1990 Everett Ambrose Warren

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Gentleman Farmer
by Everett A Warren

May 26, 2006
…a birthday present for my Dad,
who always told me that this was what he wanted to be when he grew up…


As its told in the lore
The rooster crows early in the morn'
And the sun goes and crawls right out of bed
It stretches way up high
Nearly reaches the sky
And it looks out over the field

But about an hour before
While rooster dreams of chicks and corn
And is still tucked away snug in his bed
The farmer is awake
And settin' down his rake
As he calculates the crops and their yield

He's a gentleman farmer
Sippin' ice tea as hired hands work his lands
'Cause a gentleman farmer
Wields executive powers and works them banker's hours
And a gentleman farmer
Sits right back and lives the good life

While you and I snore
Bright and early before the day is born
And we're curled up warm in our bed
He's settin' on his rear
And steerin' a John Deere
As he tills yet another field

Yeah, he may say
He's taking it easy
Watchin' all them other feller's work
But if I know him
He's keepin' hisself busy
And those guys he hires are flat out of work

He's a gentleman farmer
Sippin' ice tea as hired hands work his lands
'Cause a gentleman farmer
Wields executive powers and works them banker's hours
And a gentleman farmer
Sits right back and lives the good life


Copyright (c) 2006 Everett Ambrose Warren

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