I Ain’t Got No Home

Long before #45 darkened our lives.  Trump senior invaded the lives of many in New York.  Showing all the more that…the apple never falls far from the tree.

Woody Guthrie, an American icon, had his problems with the bigoted, money devouring, Trump senior, more than fifty years ago.

Mr. Guthrie died in 1967, and in the 1970s, the Justice Department sued the Trumps, accusing them of discriminating against blacks. (A settlement was eventually reached; at the time, Trump Management noted the agreement did not constitute an admission of guilt.)  Guthrie even reworked his song “I Ain’t Got No Home” into a critique of Fred Trump.

I suppose
Old Man Trump knows
Just how much
Racial Hate
he stirred up
In the bloodpot of human hearts
When he drawed
That color line
Here at his
Eighteen hundred family project

Beach Haven ain’t my home!
I just can’t pay this rent!
My money’s down the drain!
And my soul is badly bent!
Beach Haven looks like heaven
Where no black ones come to roam!
No, no, no! Old Man Trump!
Old Beach Haven ain’t my home!

Rehab made for Two



Had I held the hammer

rather than, pushing the coffin.

Had I held the last nail…

last rites would have sooner prevailed.

Randomly, I think of you…

Perhaps, just after sullen love songs.

And, incidentally, after a friend has done me wrong.

Scenes of dread from a winter that has gone on too long.

Photographs, images, of you and I.

Bridges that burned from the middle out.

Now, current day, I am reminded of you..and, of I…

when I cannot catch a high.

Our love had been a ghost town with all the souls heading south.

No matter our attempt to feed that stray dog…

He just wouldn’t stay.

In the end, neither one of us never knowing when to get out of our own way.

Like the time the bicycle made for two

rusted straight thru.

Melting the pedals…

Turning the whole affair from Folk to Heavy Metal.

The good in good-bye had never held any truth for us.

Yeah, I guess its been awhile …

since I have thought of hidden meanings from behind a smile.

Since loosing a race without running a mile.

There was nothing we could do

Nothing we could do…

there are no rehabs made for two.


Shocked Therapy: Life’s a Gamble

Had it been anyone else running bare-ass through the 90’s…perhaps, this need not apply.  Yet, I sold my soul to a virtuous brunette and her chains, the repo man and maps forever burning on the side of the ride somewhere slightly passed Scranton, PA.

Campfire morals and delights handed down by Michelle Shocked:

1. It’s been my luck to live to tell the only tale I can..it don’t hurt you when you fall only when you land.

Michelle Shocked
Michelle Shocked

2. Love ain’t no train.  It’s more like a broncin’ bull.  And, the most you’ve got’s fifteen seconds in that saddle.

If Love Was a Train- Michelle Shocked
If Love Was a Train-
Michelle Shocked

3. The path that you have chosen is paved with your intentions!

Weaving Day- Michelle Shocked
Weaving Day-
Michelle Shocked

4. Thinking back on the roads I’d come.  Thinking I’d not come that far!

Memories of East Texas- Michelle Shocked
Memories of East Texas-
Michelle Shocked

5. Sometimes I take hobos in.  But I walk to town if I need a friend.


"don't call it a prairie if you fence it in"
“don’t call it a prairie if you fence it in”

Lately, the snow has been brown.  Seems almost always the scene has been a rustic bad acid trip.  Sometimes, ain’t nothing but time to think about family, friends and kin.

I awoke the other morning in a sweat.  My dreams filled with ‘if it ain’t right it’s wrong.’  I dragged my sorry ass out of bed.  Pumped the Maxwell house like an addict to rock.  Held fast to the redneck Iditarod I call ‘parts one and two of the three stooges.’  I took a freshly rolled cigarette, hit play on Ye Ole Boombox and this is what it said:

If I was smart I would take your advice
But I am not and so I have to think twice
Never a lesson have I learned
Without first being burned

Oh, the troubles I’ve known!
I seem to learn everything the hard way
I’m not old enough to be on my own
But I’m much too old to stay

I was about to tell you the truth
All the mistakes of my wasted youth
And why I didn’t make it home on time
But you would have thought
I was only lying

I always believed I ran away
But now I know I was told to go
Maybe it’s worked out better this way
What could you say I didn’t already know?

‘Tell me, Michelle, what could you say that we didn’t  already know?’


Michelle Shocked – The Hard Way Lyrics