memory lane

I was looking thru some old stuff the other day, and found some of Jackie's creativity from years ago.
He went thru a songwriting phase.
I, personally, think they're pretty funny. But then, I'm biased.
He even has the chords written down for these so he could accompany himself with his guitar. (the guitar he spent weeks making himself out of solid mahogany)
We were pretty much certain he would be famous some day.
And yours truly helped him out quite a bit too. I came up with all the big words. Like Pavarotti and Alcatraz.

Fame

Fame, it's all an imaginable dream

My head seems full of steam.

I thought I was similar to King Kong

Till I started to writing this song.

Fame's an elusive dream.

I thought I found some words that sounded right

Oh, say can you see

by the dawn's early light.

But I know I've heard those words before.

Mother

I can still remember our old ride

I remember how my Moma loved to fly.

The notch on the volume stayed on nine

My singin', my station wagon drivin' mother.

She wished she could drive a Mazarati

While she listened to her Pavarotti.

My Mind

Vs.1:

Oh, Jack's back, and I'm statin' a fact

In my beaver hat, and Arizona slacks

I ain't done no crime, but I'm doin' time

I'm goin' outta my mind.

The back of my mind's what I'm tryin' to find

Everybody's pushing me so I gots no time

I'm in the hole, oh where do I go?

I go outta my mind.

Chorus:

Goin' outta my mind

Sittin' on my behind

Sittin' in solitare

Reading the tag on my underwear.

Vs. 2:

Watching the birds on the window ledge

Wishing I was outta this Alcatraz

Thinking 'bout my hometown, out in the country

Where there wasn't a frown.

Thoughts of home seem so real

Can't describe the way they make me feel

When I open my eyes, I realize

I'm still inside.

We had a big fight after we got done writing My Mind.

I'm not telling you what started it, nor how old we were when all this went on

But, I ended up locking myself into Jackie's room, took the strings off his guitar, slashed all his shoestrings, and poured water all over his bed.

Whereupon, he locked himself into my room, and sliced all the buttons off all of my shirts.

We were bitter enemies for a few hours after that.