(Contact Info: larry at larryblakeley.com)

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A listing and access link to all:
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)

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

For a larger image click on the photograph.

On the road to Basra stood young Lieutenant Jimmy Bly

Detailed to go through the clothes of the soldiers who died

At night in dreams he sees their souls rise

Like dark geese into the Oklahoma skies


Well this is a prayer for the souls of the departed

Those who've gone and left their babies brokenhearted

This is a prayer for the souls of the departed


Now Raphael Rodriquez was just seven years old

Shot down in a schoolyard by some East Compton Cholos

His mama cried, "My beautiful boy is dead"

In the hills the self-made men just sighed and shook their heads


This is a prayer for the souls of the departed

Those who've gone and left their babies brokenhearted

Young lives over before they got started

This is a prayer for the souls of the departed


Tonight as I tuck my own son in bed

All I can think of is what if it would've been him instead

I want to build me a wall so high nothing can burn it down

Right here on my own piece of dirty ground


Now I ply my trade in the land of the king dollar

Where you get paid and your silence passes as honor

And all the hatred and dirty little lies

Been written off the books and into the decent men's eyes


- "Souls of the Departed," Bruce Springsteen
Album: Lucky Town, Columbia Records (1992)

MP3 audio file (4.3 MB) http://www.royblakeley.name/larry_blakeley/songs/souls_departed_springsteen.mp3