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song lyrics and mp3 audio files http://www.royblakeley.name/larry_blakeley/songs/ (all of which are a part of this Web site) can be accessed simply by selecting the "htm" file for the song you want;

poetry http://www.royblakeley.name/larry_blakeley/poetry.htm;

quotations http://www.royblakeley.name/larry_blakeley/quotations.htm; and

essays written by Larry Blakeley http://www.royblakeley.name/larry_blakeley/articles/articles_larry_blakeley.htm,

all of which are used to tell the story in this Web site, can be accessed by going to each respective link set out above.

My son, Larry Blakeley http://www.royblakeley.name/larry_blakeley/larryblakeley_photos_jpeg.htm manages this Web site.

Major Roy James Blakeley (December 10, 1928 - July 22, 1965) - USAF (KIA)

When I was young my dad would say
Come on son let's go out and play

No matter how hard I try
No matter how many tears I cry
No matter how many years go by
I still can't say goodbye

- "I Still Can't Say Goodbye," Performer: Chet Atkins

MP3 audio file/lyrics http://www.royblakeley.name/larry_blakeley/songs/still_cant_say_goodbye.htm

For a larger image click on the photograph.

They came from the second city

Where the screams came unattached

Addiction was the latest style

In the faces they could not match.

There was a blue beat playing

On the radio left behind

And a man selling lies as truth

Like a king who was loved too much.


They made a mess of their only child

But her innocence was not lost

While the judge and jury took their time

They counted the miles and laughed.


Make way for the way we are

The fever still burns though the king is gone ...


Fever comes to the innocent

It can make you mad and free

But you'll never find a scrap of love

If you don't wanna feel the heat.


A million flames are lickin'

They lie like dogs at our feet

Waitin for words of wisdom

From the mouths of the bittersweet.


In the valley of indiscretion

Where fear plays the piper's tune

The heroes are the ones who tell the truth

And break the rules with the courage of love.


Make way for the way we are

Fever still burns though the king is gone...

- "The King is Gone," The Heads, Album: No Talking, Just Heads, 1996.