Friday, April 28, 2006
It's All About Love
by R. E. Noble
It was a long, long time ... a long, long time
that we were all just one of the guys
just hangin’ out, sittin’ up on the wall.
Just hangin’ out ma, just hangin’ out!
Sometimes we were just there.
Sometimes it was a ball.
Now I’m older and that’s all the past.
Often I wonder if it’s my memory’s lapse,
Or did I really know any of those guys.
We’re they really pals, buddies, friends?
Their memory gets fuzzy.
I tell myself that there’s only today.
They never knew me, and I never knew them.
They’re just a bunch of ghosts in my memory’s way.
But then when I’m huddled in one of those lonely corners
with all the dark shadows, hard knuckles and calloused hearts,
I hear a sigh, a creek, a crack, a cry,
And then there’s a tear in my eye.
I see a laughing face, then feel a slap on my back.
It could be Tom, or Dutch, Chucky or Jack.
And all of a sudden,
I’m up on the Corner. I’m on the wall.
I’m hangin’ out ma, just hangin’ out.
I’m on the corner;
I’m in Costy’s yard.
I’m down at Nel’s;
or in Meachaou’s back seat.
I’m up Joe’s cellar;
or behind the Social - a little stick ball,
or down the beach.
I’m just standin’ on the Corner
or in the middle of Lawrence Street.
I’m hangin’ out ma.
I’m just hangin’ out with my friends, my buddies.
Up on the corner.
Hangin’ out ma, just hangin’ out.
I’m up the Corner.
I’m on that old bench.
I with my old buddies.
I’m hangin’ out ma, just hangin’ out ... I’m just hangin’ out.