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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 and the following Web sites:
Larry Blakeley (Contact Info: larry at larryblakeley.com)
Leslie (Blakeley) Adkins - my granddaughter
Lori Ann Blakeley (June 20, 1985 - May 4, 2005) - my granddaughter
Evan Blakeley- my grandson
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
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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.