Monday, July 23, 2007


Continued from parts 1, 2, and 3

Some few of you may be wondering the rest of the story about Larry, but its one I can't tell. I may be able to confess to you my mistakes and that I even pissed my own britches once upon a time...but thats for and about me.
I said that I didn't know what was in Pensacola for Larry but thats not entirely correct... what was there was the fact that it was not here and really, LARRY HAD HAD ENOUGH OF HERE.
There had been some really tough days for my friend Larry.
I never liked a man as much as I liked Larry.

If you have ever been to Texas, especially West Texas, you will know how flat and dry it is and that there is a great distance to travel between towns...and when you do get to the next town about all that is there is a Shamrock Gas Station and a Motts 5&10 Store.
Within a week of moving Larry, an Album by one of my favorites, James McMurtry, came out with the following song on it and it sounded just like Larry, especially that last verse.
And I didn't know that the rest of the Album titled "Where'd You Hide the Body" would pretty well script my life for the next few years...
I believe there are a few entries on You tube for this one.
There really is a town here in Texas called Levelland.


Flatter than a tabletop
Makes you wonder why they stopped here
Wagon must have lost a wheel or they lacked ambition one
On the great migration west
Separated from the rest
Though they might have tried their best
They never caught the sun
So they sunk some roots down in the dirt
To keep from blowin' off the earth
Built a town around here
And when the dust had all but cleared
They called it Levelland, the pride of man
In Levelland

Granddad grew the dryland wheat
Stood on his own two feet
His mind got incomplete and they put in the home
Daddy's cotton grows so high
Sucks the water table dry
Rolling sprinklers circle by
Bleedin' it to the bone
And I won't be here when it comes a day
It all dries up and blows away
I'd hang around just to see
But they never had much use for me in Levelland
They don't understand me
Out in Levelland

And I watch those jet trails carving up that big blue sky
Coast to coasters watch 'em go
And I won't blame 'em one damn bit
If they never looked down on this
Not much here they'd wanna know
Just Levelland
Far as you can point your hand
Nothin' but Levelland
Aw,You can wash your hands
Out in Levelland

Mama used to roll her hair
Back before the central air
We'd sit outside and watch the stars at night
She'd tell me to make a wish
I'd wish we both could fly
Don't think she's seen the sky
Since we got the satellite dish
and I can hear the marching band
Doin' the best they can
They're playing "Smoke on the Water", "Joy to the World"
I've paid off all my debts
Got some change left over yet and I'm Gettin' on a whisper jet
I'm gonna fly as far as I can get
from Levelland,
I done the best I can
Out in Levelland


Mother of Invention said...

So can you tell us whether you're still connected to him and still friends? Were your scripts for you lives parallel in any way?

Akelamalu said...

We have to know - What happened next??

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Old Lady said...

Hmm, a man of mystery.