Judd David Poems
|2.||Sinners, Saints, & Accidents||2/1/2007|
|3.||Tweekin On Main St.||2/1/2007|
|6.||Pancakes And Syrup||2/6/2007|
|7.||Maybe A Bullet||2/6/2007|
|8.||The Dog Song||8/27/2008|
|9.||A Clown Too Fat To Walk Across A Wire||8/27/2008|
|11.||Don'T Tease The Lion||8/27/2008|
|13.||Red, Green, Yellow||8/27/2008|
|14.||You Can Use Me||8/27/2008|
|15.||Rain On Your Rooftop||8/27/2008|
|16.||Bang Our Glasses Again||2/1/2007|
|17.||Couch The Comfort||2/1/2007|
|18.||Bastards Of Eden||8/27/2008|
|22.||Momma's Little Baby||2/1/2007|
Comments about Judd David
for a funeral train in Chester,
and I don't feel it's coming round.
I heard my mother,
crying in the kitchen,
doing her best not to make a sound.
And I could lay on the rails or set my sails,
or clench my fists again,
maybe put my guns away.
Remembering you and what you wanted.
All that we stood for.
How can I walk away?
and half broken bridges,
that you wouldn't dare to burn down.
Bang Our Glasses Again
It’s been a year since we’ve spoken
there’s no one to blame
My life here is quite useless
but all and all it’s the same
I have letters for you on the table
But they are 3 weeks stale
Not much new has happened
I just talk to myself