Sunday, December 4, 2016

I don't normally do this, but...

My great niece (and she is GREAT) Jamie wrote this song for her fella David. As you might have noticed, I only post my own songs (I'm kinda egotistical like that). But it's nice to see this Goerlich trait of singer/songwriter has passed down through the generations.


Hello bacon, my old friend
I've come to partake in you again
Because a smell softly creeping
Left its scent while I was sleeping
And the smell that was planted in my brain
Still remains
Within the smell of bacon

In restless restaurants I ate alone,
Narrow minds and hearts of stone
‘Neath the halo of a frying pan
I turned my collar to protect my bacon,
When my eyes were stabbed by the flash of a neon light
That split the night
And engulfed me in the smell of bacon

And in the baking light I saw
Ten thousand people, maybe more
People talking without eating
People hearing without tasting
People baking bacon that they will never share
No one dare
Disturb the smell of bacon

“Fools” said I, “You do not know
Bacon is like a pot of gold
Hear my words that I might teach you
Take my bacon that I might reach you”
But my words like silent bacon grease they fell
And echoed in the smell of bacon

And the people bowed and prayed
To the neon bacon god they made
And the sign flashed out its warning
In the words that it was forming
And the sign said “bacon rules the world
And its written on the subway walls
And tenement halls
And whispered in the smell of bacon

~ Jamie Hugo

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