9. secretariat written august 2000 ©jeffreyfoucault 2001 i need a woman with a heart like secretariat to outrun my lonesome ways im going to take this extra rib ive got im going to bury it down in the dust she does not raise i need a woman with eyes like rodin to see the body caught within the stone im going to take this bronze star heart ive got im going to melt it down wait for love to cast the metal into bone because im the blue eyed son of hurricane i'll twirl you so sweetly so around but be careful you know atlanta never looked the same after she burned to the ground after she burned down i need a woman with a heel like achilles so i know theres always one way i can win love is patient love is kind but lets be honest love is a catalogue of deadly sins i need a woman with a chin like joe frazier to stand inside when i am swinging at the wind lets you and me take the gloves off darlin i'll tell you exactly where ive been because im the blue eyed son of hurricane i'll twirl you so sweetly so around but be careful you know atlanta never looked the same after she burned to the ground after she burned down i need a woman with hands like john henry hard enough to break the rocks down into sand and when we died we'd lay down side by side with our hammers in our hands i need a woman with a heart like secretariat to outrun my lonesome ways im going to take this extra rib ive got im going to bury it down in the dust she does not raise 10. sunrise in the rearview written july1998 ©jeffreyfoucault1998 sunrise in the rearview falling down before go west young man its something you never done before morning fog out on the meadow corn at four foot high and every fountain of my youth is just a well gone dry (ref): now is the time of collection now is the season undone now is the winter of my discontent made glorious summer by your sun pretty like a well worn bible prettys just a word shes golden to the sun in september shes golden to the sun and it seems like i remember her hair was long and brown and sometime she put on lipstick when we went into town and iowa in springtime throws shadows on the ground where the mississippi river follows the railways down (bridge); and id follow you down to water just to see you wet your hair id buy for you all the ocean all its glories you would wear and id follow you into the blue sky just to see your angels shine id buy for you all that wild blue and yonder just to make you mine sunrise in the rearview falling down before go west young man its something you never done before theres new mown hay at the roadside and straw bales piled up theyll be dry by mid september so will i with any luck now is the time of collection now is the season undone now is the winter of my discontent made glorious summer by your sun by your sun 11. streetlight halos written o6 december 1996 ©jeffreyfoucault1997 good bye im leaving this house and this country for home and a heart full and aching with wonder to reap every seed i have sown if the time were not now i think i might stay right here with both feet on the ground but the sunset is flown away to the west and its her i must follow on down her i must follow on down in my heart i run down to december late night lonely the clouds are all gone and the stars like pinpoints they shine through streetlight halos for angels unborn and alone in my room as i am right now i can almost see calling your name and as memory fades into intention they seem to be one and the same they seem to be one and the same maybe every mans heart is a graveyard unkempt and the lines on his face mark the stones but i saw in your eyes some part of my soul and i swear i will make you my own 12. Buckshot Moon ©jeffreyfoucault 2001 buckshot moon bloodshot heart when are the good times going to start burned out mouth a turned out light its a downhill road its an uphill fight smoke on the glass in a twilight town needle says empty but its still going down on a five bar street in a one church town twelve bar blues frost on the ground hard time wind on the hill tonight main streets shining with chistmas lights in the skyline dusk in the dark come down the seconds are broken but the hands go around and the snowfall comes with nightfall black ice on the banks dust in the tracks sere and gray as embers and cold but burning the branches are dreaming of gold how long how long until anything sets me on fire how long how long until i know possession from desire 13. i'm alright written july 2000 ©jeffreyfoucault 2001 the american flag at 1:05 in the morning in my town is hanging above main street stock still above a spot light like a dare to keep the moon from going down and i am walking home with beer breath under street lights that shine useless to the empty and theres no one here no one can hear the sound im alright in the tent sale of my dreams i had marked so many down from what i paid growing up and growing older i thought man there aint no profit in this game and then my friends began to own things and make thirty five a year they got jobs with health insurance they got cars with second gear but im alright at the corner of third and edward in the lot across the street from my front porch the mexicans play salsa from the cars that got no hubcaps in a parking lot that used to be a church and they dance sweet and close together where the light shines off the chrome the reflection of the homeless who know what it means to be home and im alright there are stars in the daylight but no one can ever tell you can only see them from the bottom of a well and i have been down to the bottom i appreciate the view but i am on my way up and i am coming to tell you im alright now as i sit here at my desk in my apartment smoking cigarettes tonight drinking rhinelander beer in my bare feet and toasting everything in sight heres one for townes van zandt and heres one for geronimo heres one for all my good friends one for a girl i used to know im alright 14. miles from the lightning (a song for townes van zandt) written 30march-o1april1998 ©jeffreyfoucault1998 (Guitar Tablature) darkness on the fenceposts and a whistle from a train water in the corn rows and a window to the rain count your miles from the lightning lay your money down count your blessings against the thunder take the thorns out of your crown well its no more highway rolling no more sundown ride it no more carolina no more great divide the words to keep from dying there aint a man can find the words to keep on living is what you left behind songs on painted shadows bleed on broken roads paved from here to heaven with anything but gold and anything but simple it always was your kind from the straight and narrow running along the straightest line darkness on the fenceposts and a whistle from a train water in the corn rows and a window to the rain count your miles from the lightning rest your tired eyes count your blessings against the thunder kiss the years good bye E. blue on blue written 1998 ©jeffreyfoucault 2001 blue on blue blackbird singing to the moon moon just act like he dont hear and the night tide tumbles down on the river on my brother and i and all the fish we didnt catch all songs written by jeffrey foucault (® and © marrowbone music 2001) (©jeffrey foucault/rock river records 2001)