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Thunderfoot
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Thunderfoot do what others won’t
Unpossibility hillbillies want
Make the narrow subservient
Thunderfoot loud but aint too shrill
Bass foot shaking them window sills
Bomb up and down those Newport hills
Thunderfoot tall and then she’s gone
Blazing on like a lightning storm
Godzilla up the avenue
Got 48 teeth
16 on the cog
Matte black finish
Startin’ to peel off
Thunderfoot don’t burn any oil
700c tires roll
Shaking like the bronze church bells toll
Thunderfoot got horns, hi 10 steel
One brake upfront and deep V wheels
Always on down the avenue
Got 48 teeth
16 on the cog
Matte black finish
Startin’ to peel off
Thunderfoot smooths the rocky street
Only is what she wants to be
Lives unapologetically
Thunderfoot run when on the charge
The speed could knock the fin off Jaws
Godzilla up the avenue
Got 48 teeth
16 on the cog
Matte black finish
Startin’ to peel off
doot doot doot
Thunderfoot tame as she is wild
Living out her life mile by mile
If she wants shell stay with you awhile
10 years on she’s got me home safe
Might not be pretty but neither’s my face
Always on down the avenue
Got 48 teeth
16 on the cog
Matte black finish
Startin’ to peel off
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I was a long way gone
Something down the line was calling out my name
It was a familiar tone
Iowa howling and still
On a train rolling down Chicago way
Heading down a familiar road
Two weeks onto the trail
I was without food from the brunt of the go
It was a familiar tone.
But still I drift to the East
‘Tween Carroll County and Allamakee
Heading down a familiar road
Cause when you hear it, you know you have to answer
When you hear that train, it’s your time to go
How many more will come, How many more will be
We’ll see it when the sun dips low
Time moves as ants in line
One hour leads to another minute of mine
Sounding a forever tone
My knapsack of memories
Grows more each day and it’s slowing me down
So I drink to ease the load
Cause when you hear it, you know you have to answer
When you hear that train, it’s your time to go
How many more will come, How many more will be
We’ll see it when the sun dips low
And then one day I saw her
Her feet burning red hot prints in the fallow fields of her birthright
She’s younger than I had ever known her
But there are still tears falling, making up the frozen night
She leads me in between ditches and trees
Past faces in past lives I have seen
Past the great great uncles
Past the proclamations and manacles
Past heroic deeds and battlefield promises
Past belled transubstantiations
Until finally we end up on the old farm
The one from her childhood memories
It’s then I realize she hovers
Her mouth it opens to no audible sound
But in my head I understand the question I’m asked
I try to answer
Perhaps to stand up for myself and say no
These are all just superstitions
Perhaps to say yes,
Just to make her happy
Perhaps to explain that I am a modern man with a modern mind
To avoid the real answer
But there I stand alone and frozen
No answer could breech my lips
Her eyes burned me and fell to the ground
I’m all alone in a windy field
No redemption was found
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John Feuerbach New Jersey
Singer/songwriter based in Hudson County, NJ
IG: @500yearflood
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