Drop Kick Me Jesus

[mnaz]

There's a scene in Tremors,
I love that strange old movie,
the buried station wagon, where
Kevin Bacon asks where the golden
oldie is coming from, and he finds two
headlights buried in the desert, where
the underground monster buried them,
and the battery isn't dead, he can hear
the radio playing an old Bobby Bare
song a few feet below the surface.
Drop kick me Jesus, through
the goalposts of life, end over
end, neither left nor the right.

And this is not a poem.
It's just poorly written prose
with arbitrary line breaks.

[stilltrucking]

Paul Craft] wrote that song. I love gospel music of the hillbilly genre.

I was homeless living at The Union Gospel Mission downtown Music City USA when I heard that song.?, —Back in the seventies when the president, me, and everybody else and their brothers was born again.
pardon another ramble

[mnaz]

My Dad played Bobby Bare songs on a reel-to-reel. And Merle. None of that damn hippie music. He thought Faron Young was a drunk. I almost fell over when he put on a Jerry Reed record and played Amos Moses. Dad, that's ... rock 'n roll ...

[stilltrucking]

And this is not a poem.
It's just poorly written prose
with arbitrary line breaks.

I want to use that as a
tag

line

I thin about your dad's mustang and Fox News and who he was before you were born
When I think of "crazy mike" as he called himself
I recall the putrid smell of dead rats in cellar/grave
and grandmaster playing Fischer to a draw
Got his citizenship as Merchant Marine in world war one, born in Russia escaped the pogroms
Fear your name is Dad.
About 20 years ago I had a dream with him, a shock of recognition I was older than he was when he died, the father to the man riff. He has been gentle on my mind since then
all this David Copperfield crap

[mnaz]

Yea, that old '67 Stang that I drove to that crazy megachurch every Sunday ... Indelible memories.

[mnaz]

Interesting that a drop kick hadn't been used in football since 1941. And this song is from decades later. Odd ...