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Thursday, August 18, 2011

Not to beat a dead horse ... or any horse for that matter ... but for the sake of your well-being, take time to stop

     My frustration with not having time to turn off the road and explore things I'm curious about has started to pay dividends. At the rate I'm going, I'll soon have a Web site (www.myyearning.com), be selling bumper stickers (Stop the Car, Fool! Life Is Short!) and organizing a support group for commuters on tight schedules. 

     Flights of fancy aside, the white barn and the "Eggs $2.00 Doz." sign above and left are real-life landmarks in Elkhorn, Mo., a community with a K-8 school, farms and a business that's no longer open (Elkhorn Rustics) that I can only guess was once an antique-collectibles store.
     
     What it really was doesn't really matter. What makes a difference for me is how I've internalized these places and my related commuting frustration in a song ("Turn Off My Phone"). I've been working on recording it as money will allow and, if I were a well-to-do techno wiz, I'd be able to post it here along with the photos and lyrics (below) for a true multi-media, cross-marketeering, triple-threat, lollapalooza of an experience. For now, we'll just have to settle for two out of three. Who knows, maybe the lyrics and photos will spark your imagination or be relevant to something you've experienced.

Turn Off My Phone   2011




I found myself wondering
What I’d do if I were free
Something simple
Maybe buy some eggs*
At the white barn by the road

Turn off, take off my shoes
Watch the horses grazing there
Drive forever
Or ‘till the road ends
Whichever comes last

I could drive down Tree Farm Road
Just to see where it goes
Stop at the Elkhorn store
Find out what it once was
Marvel at the hills
Lit by the sunrise
Get down on my knees
Smell the earth
Lie on my back
Turn off my phone

I run with my head down
From here to there
Then back again
Always wonderin’
Too busy to stop
Put off some things I want

Little Egypt Road
Someday I’ll know what is there
Once a town
Now a ghost
Across the tracks in nothing flat

I could drive down Tree Farm Road
Just to see where it goes
Stop at the Elkhorn store
Find out what it once was
Marvel at the hills
Soft lit by the sunrise
Get down on my knees
Smell the earth
Lie on my back
Turn off my phone
Get down on my knees
Smell the earth
Lie on my back
Turn off my phone
When I’m free
I won’t need one any more

* I did finally find occasion to stop and buy a dozen eggs. They were on the small side, so the person who raises the hens gave me 18 for the price of 12. Cooked up, they're delicious and far yellower than mass-produced grocery eggs. Someday, more about the white barn by the road.




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