Category: O.G. Hawkins

His Will Will

Don’t you see it comin’?
Isn’t it obvious?
That slow, steady drummin’
George, are you curious?

Yep . . . that steady drumming
Election cycle, new moon
Video games and other forms of numbing
Our debt is now “Due soon!”

Baby, you can drive my car 1
“Hey! I found a brand new star!”
Come on along, were not going very far 2
More infectious than SARS

Summer’s Almost Gone 2
Summer’s burnt a trail
It wasn’t particularly long
But God’s will will prevail!

We’re into ‘Breaking Bad”
They act naturally 1
After all the fun we’ve had
The solution’s applied unilaterally

He knows when you’ve been bad or good
He knows when you’re awake 3
He’ll mete justice as He should
Harps, seals and earthquakes

O.G. Hawkins

 

1 – The Beatles

2 – The Doors

3 – Traditional

Destiny Canned

Footprints in the sand
Bottle in your hand
Everything shattered
Not what you planned

You were still a girl
You were still dreaming
Your oyster: the world
Hormones teaming

You opened your heart
You opened the door
You opened your legs
You offered your core

You gave him your love
You gave him your all
You watched him in horror
He made you feel so small

He took your heart
He pocketed your youth
Sharp as a dart
Nail and tooth

Alone in the sand
Made your stand
Fantasy grand
But destiny canned

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O.G. Hawkins

 

Jungle Burning Bright

You wouldn’t believe what I’ve been through 1
Please don’t take that the wrong way
But it’s been so long since I had a fucking clue
And, yet, you still, like, want me to stay
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Red like jungle burning bright 1
Torn like Maggie’s dress
Bite like a November Saskatchewan night
On the 7th day, God did, in fact, rest
-
I was there that night you guys were thinkin’
“Of course, right, ok . . . “
They’d been for hours doin’ God knows what and drinkin’
It’s not like I’d ever . . .  get . . .  my say
-
It’s my only life
I’m gonna live it up 2
Cuttin’ like a dull knife
Overfloweth – my cup
-
No, see, Saturday
Monday, Owen knew
Weeks before the calamity
And now they start with someone new
-
It’s not that you don’t know any better
And it’s not that you don’t care
But like dogs can somehow predict the weather
Of course it isn’t fair
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O.G. Hawkins
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1 – David Bowie
2 – Judas Priest

Debt-free

He’s got his brand new Beemer
Yeah, he’s raking the top
This is no place for artsy dreamers
But that which can’t go forever, will stop

Oh, to be
So careless and debt-free
Up from bended knee
Biscuits and a spot of tea

Dimming sight
Dripping with sweat 1
Preaching what’s right
And pocketing what’s left

Trucks going into town
Others coming out
Economy’s up then it’s down
Makes me wanna shout!

The ghost of a smile 2
The bile of the guile
Sinister, vile
Tossed on the pile

Yet all the while
With your eye in style
“What’s one more mile?”
Blood in the Nile

I wanna get this right
Do you mind if I dial?
I understand your plight
But it’s a crime not to file

 

O.G. Hawkins

 

1 – Roger Waters
2 – Pink Floyd

 

I Start Over

I’m searchin’ high
I’m searchin’ low 1
Who, what, where, why
I so rarely know

I can’t defeat you 2
I can’t even meet you
With your chipmunk cheeks
And your goony freaks

I’m on my own again
I’ve lost all my friends
Reality shatters pretend
And I’ve no idea how to mend

That girl in the red dress
The one with the slender arms
She’s so obviously blessed
With devilish charms

I start over 3
I can’t turn back
Red Rover, Red Rover
It’s confidence I lack

I used to plan for the future
Now I just try to make it through the day
Like a dissolving suture
Purpose served and slowly going away

O.G. Hawkins

 

1 – Bob Dylan
2 – Jack White
3 – Alice in Chains

 

My Summer Vacation

A trip to the prairies
Teary, beery nights
Tastier’n BC cherries
Without the sights

Oh, what I’ve seen
All that I saw
Big-league mean
Morals rubbed raw

Is it strange
I should change 1
With the bravery
Of being out of range? 2

I said what I said
And I did what I did
They carried me to bed
Just like a drunken kid

Now I’m home
I’m back at the grind
Revealed what I’ve shown
I hope you don’t mind

-

 O.G. Hawkins

1 – Neil Young
2 – Roger Waters

Showing Feelings 2

Crazy patterns on your sheets 1
“You’re much too fat for standard pleats”
We’ll be there.  I’ll text ya the deats
I can’t believe we’ve even got these seats!
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You know that They will not follow you 1
Like your big sister, always smothering you
And notwithstanding how much they clearly bother you
And then there’s that creepy feeling of joy in the over mothering of you
-
But in the town it was well known 2
That if she could possibly be alone
And if it weren’t for the flesh nor for her bone
All in all, you’re just another brick in the wall 2
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“Wrong!  Do it again!” 2
Song, let’s pretend
“Wrong!  Do it again!” 2
Song, let’s pretend
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The flames are all long gone 2
The revolution’s no more than a song
The Empire State Building & King Kong
Right & wrong, Tommy Chong’s bong
-
You cannot reach me now 2
Up and down like the Dow
Fire up the barby, let’s eat cow!
I’m now the boss . . .  and how
-
Those crazy patterns
I understand what matters
Hammers, doors, down, batters 2
Life-long illusion shattered
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O.G. Hawkins
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1 – Bob Dylan
2 – Pink Floyd
 

No Lark

The summer solstice
Of twenty twelve
Like a 6-hour game of Risk
Canned food on a buckling shelf

Oh, here we go
Let the show begin
Begin the show
Obama, Reagan

I heard what you said
Uck you fay
Fresh outta my meds
Have yourself a great day!

1974 in LA
'78 in London
'11 - Zuccotti - come what may
Yeah, we're almost done

Give it a light
Give it a spark
Let's push with all our might!
This ain't no lark

O.G. Hawkins

Royal Flush

I can only guess 1
Because I know not what I say
Surely you jest
And purely you pray

The sounds in my ears
Are way beyond your reach
You’re giving me the gears
Why do you get to teach?

That idiot wind 1
No, that’s not workin’
Memories securely binned
Watchin’, lurkin’

That’s exactly what death
Sounds like 2
Take another breath
Take another hike

When were you going to tell me?
When should I’ve finally known?
You, with your painted shell tree
You, shiny, black drone

 

O.G. Hawkins

1 – Bob Dylan
2 – Nugey

 

Seventeen Seconds {2012]

Seventeen seconds 1
A year and a half
Not much diff, I reckon
Broken tablets & golden calf
-
Don’t fight it 2
Let it be 3
Can’t right it
Don’t you see?
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The suits
The wronged
Bamboo shoots
Cheech & Chong
-
Telly Savalas
Arthur Fonzarelli
Golden chalice
Inappropriate celly
-
The rich get richer 4
The poor get loaded
Why don’tcha ditch her?
And why is everything so coded?
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O.G. Hawkins
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1 – The Cure
2 – Rolling Stones
3 – The Beatles
4 – Leonard Cohen