Discussion:
Corning Town / Will Dockery (Top 10 series)
Add Reply
Will Dockery
2018-01-10 02:28:28 UTC
Reply
Permalink
Tonight's entry in the Top Ten series, added a new video:

"Corning Town" / Will Dockery & Brian Mallard
http://www.reverbnation.com/q/6fhuhj

Corning Town

I'm out walking again,
ignoring the pain.
Living like a poor boy again,
streets and sheets of rain.

In the early twilight,
dewdrops on the glass.
Her lazy hazy sway,
through Midsummer past.

She's still there,
in her underwear.
But my mem'ry and I
can't make contact again.

Where ever you've been or
what you're doing while you're there.
I just can't concern myself,
or pretend I care.

Under a jinx,
black cloud of Charlie Brown.
Sometimes I'm up,
most times I'm back down.

Deep river monkey
anyway you look at it.
Just too concerned,
to let her go.

Looking through a mirror
somewhere in Shadowville.
Pocket full of quarters,
payphone is my thrill.

Knocking the Union,
seen serpents fall.
Out in the distance,
among the croaking frogs.

Deep river monkey,
across the divide.
This is the year,
we shall be blamed.

Fair thee well my butterfly,
I'm bound for Corning Town.
Let me watch your eyes smile,
for a minute or two.

That's not me,
I'm not on YouTube no more.
Some other Touchdown Jesus,
is breaking her heart.

Bon voyage, my Bluebird Girl,
I'll hit the road a while.
Up to Russell County,
with the little red fox.

Mist in the snow,
mist in the snow.
Missed her I know,
on these shaky streets.

I'm out walking again,
ignoring the pain.
Living like a poor boy,
streets and sheets of rain.

In the early twilight,
dewdrops on the glass.
Her lazy hazy sway,
through a sweet summer past.

-Will Dockery
Will Dockery
2019-03-01 04:34:14 UTC
Reply
Permalink
"Corning Town" / Will Dockery & Brian Mallard
http://www.reverbnation.com/q/6fhuhj

Corning Town

I'm out walking again,
ignoring the pain.
Living like a poor boy again,
streets and sheets of rain.

In the early twilight,
dewdrops on the glass.
Her lazy hazy sway,
through Midsummer past.

She's still there,
in her underwear.
But my mem'ry and I
can't make contact again.

Where ever you've been or
what you're doing while you're there.
I just can't concern myself,
or pretend I care.

Under a jinx,
black cloud of Charlie Brown.
Sometimes I'm up,
most times I'm back down.

Deep river monkey
anyway you look at it.
Just too concerned,
to let her go.

Looking through a mirror
somewhere in Shadowville.
Pocket full of quarters,
payphone is my thrill.

Knocking the Union,
seen serpents fall.
Out in the distance,
among the croaking frogs.

Deep river monkey,
across the divide.
This is the year,
we shall be blamed.

Fair thee well my butterfly,
I'm bound for Corning Town.
Let me watch your eyes smile,
for a minute or two.

That's not me,
I'm not on YouTube no more.
Some other Touchdown Jesus,
is breaking her heart.

Bon voyage, my Bluebird Girl,
I'll hit the road a while.
Up to Russell County,
with the little red fox.

Mist in the snow,
mist in the snow.
Missed her I know,
on these shaky streets.

I'm out walking again,
ignoring the pain.
Living like a poor boy,
streets and sheets of rain.

In the early twilight,
dewdrops on the glass.
Her lazy hazy sway,
through a sweet summer past.

-Will Dockery

From the Drafts file...
Perry Winkler
2019-09-06 21:39:38 UTC
Reply
Permalink
Post by Will Dockery
"Corning Town" / Will Dockery & Brian Mallard
http://www.reverbnation.com/q/6fhuhj
Corning Town
I'm out walking again,
ignoring the pain.
Living like a poor boy again,
streets and sheets of rain.
In the early twilight,
dewdrops on the glass.
Her lazy hazy sway,
through Midsummer past.
She's still there,
in her underwear.
But my mem'ry and I
can't make contact again.
Where ever you've been or
what you're doing while you're there.
I just can't concern myself,
or pretend I care.
Under a jinx,
black cloud of Charlie Brown.
Sometimes I'm up,
most times I'm back down.
Deep river monkey
anyway you look at it.
Just too concerned,
to let her go.
Looking through a mirror
somewhere in Shadowville.
Pocket full of quarters,
payphone is my thrill.
Knocking the Union,
seen serpents fall.
Out in the distance,
among the croaking frogs.
Deep river monkey,
across the divide.
This is the year,
we shall be blamed.
Fair thee well my butterfly,
I'm bound for Corning Town.
Let me watch your eyes smile,
for a minute or two.
That's not me,
I'm not on YouTube no more.
Some other Touchdown Jesus,
is breaking her heart.
Bon voyage, my Bluebird Girl,
I'll hit the road a while.
Up to Russell County,
with the little red fox.
Mist in the snow,
mist in the snow.
Missed her I know,
on these shaky streets.
I'm out walking again,
ignoring the pain.
Living like a poor boy,
streets and sheets of rain.
In the early twilight,
dewdrops on the glass.
Her lazy hazy sway,
through a sweet summer past.
-Will Dockery
From the Drafts file...
Different versions..........?
W***@none.i2p
2019-09-20 17:00:23 UTC
Reply
Permalink
General Zod wrote on Fri, 06 September 2019 21:39
Post by Perry Winkler
Post by Will Dockery
"Corning Town" / Will Dockery & Brian Mallard
http://www.reverbnation.com/q/6fhuhj
Corning Town
I'm out walking again,
ignoring the pain.
Living like a poor boy again,
streets and sheets of rain.
In the early twilight,
dewdrops on the glass.
Her lazy hazy sway,
through Midsummer past.
She's still there,
in her underwear.
But my mem'ry and I
can't make contact again.
Where ever you've been or
what you're doing while you're there.
I just can't concern myself,
or pretend I care.
Under a jinx,
black cloud of Charlie Brown.
Sometimes I'm up,
most times I'm back down.
Deep river monkey
anyway you look at it.
Just too concerned,
to let her go.
Looking through a mirror
somewhere in Shadowville.
Pocket full of quarters,
payphone is my thrill.
Knocking the Union,
seen serpents fall.
Out in the distance,
among the croaking frogs.
Deep river monkey,
across the divide.
This is the year,
we shall be blamed.
Fair thee well my butterfly,
I'm bound for Corning Town.
Let me watch your eyes smile,
for a minute or two.
That's not me,
I'm not on YouTube no more.
Some other Touchdown Jesus,
is breaking her heart.
Bon voyage, my Bluebird Girl,
I'll hit the road a while.
Up to Russell County,
with the little red fox.
Mist in the snow,
mist in the snow.
Missed her I know,
on these shaky streets.
I'm out walking again,
ignoring the pain.
Living like a poor boy,
streets and sheets of rain.
In the early twilight,
dewdrops on the glass.
Her lazy hazy sway,
through a sweet summer past.
-Will Dockery
From the Drafts file...
Different versions..........?
Different sound mix.
General Zod
2019-09-20 21:45:45 UTC
Reply
Permalink
Post by W***@none.i2p
General Zod wrote on Fri, 06 September 2019 21:39
Post by Will Dockery
"Corning Town" / Will Dockery & Brian Mallard
http://www.reverbnation.com/q/6fhuhj
Corning Town
I'm out walking again,
ignoring the pain.
Living like a poor boy again,
streets and sheets of rain.
In the early twilight,
dewdrops on the glass.
Her lazy hazy sway,
through Midsummer past.
She's still there,
in her underwear.
But my mem'ry and I
can't make contact again.
Where ever you've been or
what you're doing while you're there.
I just can't concern myself,
or pretend I care.
Under a jinx,
black cloud of Charlie Brown.
Sometimes I'm up,
most times I'm back down.
Deep river monkey
anyway you look at it.
Just too concerned,
to let her go.
Looking through a mirror
somewhere in Shadowville.
Pocket full of quarters,
payphone is my thrill.
Knocking the Union,
seen serpents fall.
Out in the distance,
among the croaking frogs.
Deep river monkey,
across the divide.
This is the year,
we shall be blamed.
Fair thee well my butterfly,
I'm bound for Corning Town.
Let me watch your eyes smile,
for a minute or two.
That's not me,
I'm not on YouTube no more.
Some other Touchdown Jesus,
is breaking her heart.
Bon voyage, my Bluebird Girl,
I'll hit the road a while.
Up to Russell County,
with the little red fox.
Mist in the snow,
mist in the snow.
Missed her I know,
on these shaky streets.
I'm out walking again,
ignoring the pain.
Living like a poor boy,
streets and sheets of rain.
In the early twilight,
dewdrops on the glass.
Her lazy hazy sway,
through a sweet summer past.
-Will Dockery
Lovely tune and poem................
Z***@none.i2p
2019-10-09 21:32:30 UTC
Reply
Permalink
Will-Dockery wrote on Fri, 20 September 2019 17:00
Post by W***@none.i2p
General Zod wrote on Fri, 06 September 2019 21:39
Post by Perry Winkler
Post by Will Dockery
"Corning Town" / Will Dockery & Brian Mallard
http://www.reverbnation.com/q/6fhuhj
Corning Town
I'm out walking again,
ignoring the pain.
Living like a poor boy again,
streets and sheets of rain.
In the early twilight,
dewdrops on the glass.
Her lazy hazy sway,
through Midsummer past.
She's still there,
in her underwear.
But my mem'ry and I
can't make contact again.
Where ever you've been or
what you're doing while you're there.
I just can't concern myself,
or pretend I care.
Under a jinx,
black cloud of Charlie Brown.
Sometimes I'm up,
most times I'm back down.
Deep river monkey
anyway you look at it.
Just too concerned,
to let her go.
Looking through a mirror
somewhere in Shadowville.
Pocket full of quarters,
payphone is my thrill.
Knocking the Union,
seen serpents fall.
Out in the distance,
among the croaking frogs.
Deep river monkey,
across the divide.
This is the year,
we shall be blamed.
Fair thee well my butterfly,
I'm bound for Corning Town.
Let me watch your eyes smile,
for a minute or two.
That's not me,
I'm not on YouTube no more.
Some other Touchdown Jesus,
is breaking her heart.
Bon voyage, my Bluebird Girl,
I'll hit the road a while.
Up to Russell County,
with the little red fox.
Mist in the snow,
mist in the snow.
Missed her I know,
on these shaky streets.
I'm out walking again,
ignoring the pain.
Living like a poor boy,
streets and sheets of rain.
In the early twilight,
dewdrops on the glass.
Her lazy hazy sway,
through a sweet summer past.
-Will Dockery
From the Drafts file...
Different versions..........?
Different sound mix.
Good sound.....

General Zod
2019-09-21 21:44:53 UTC
Reply
Permalink
Post by W***@none.i2p
General Zod wrote on Fri, 06 September 2019 21:39
Post by Will Dockery
"Corning Town" / Will Dockery & Brian Mallard
http://www.reverbnation.com/q/6fhuhj
Corning Town
I'm out walking again,
ignoring the pain.
Living like a poor boy again,
streets and sheets of rain.
In the early twilight,
dewdrops on the glass.
Her lazy hazy sway,
through Midsummer past.
She's still there,
in her underwear.
But my mem'ry and I
can't make contact again.
Where ever you've been or
what you're doing while you're there.
I just can't concern myself,
or pretend I care.
Under a jinx,
black cloud of Charlie Brown.
Sometimes I'm up,
most times I'm back down.
Deep river monkey
anyway you look at it.
Just too concerned,
to let her go.
Looking through a mirror
somewhere in Shadowville.
Pocket full of quarters,
payphone is my thrill.
Knocking the Union,
seen serpents fall.
Out in the distance,
among the croaking frogs.
Deep river monkey,
across the divide.
This is the year,
we shall be blamed.
Fair thee well my butterfly,
I'm bound for Corning Town.
Let me watch your eyes smile,
for a minute or two.
That's not me,
I'm not on YouTube no more.
Some other Touchdown Jesus,
is breaking her heart.
Bon voyage, my Bluebird Girl,
I'll hit the road a while.
Up to Russell County,
with the little red fox.
Mist in the snow,
mist in the snow.
Missed her I know,
on these shaky streets.
I'm out walking again,
ignoring the pain.
Living like a poor boy,
streets and sheets of rain.
In the early twilight,
dewdrops on the glass.
Her lazy hazy sway,
through a sweet summer past.
-Will Dockery
Lovely tune and poem.............
General Zod
2019-03-01 05:58:32 UTC
Reply
Permalink
Post by Will Dockery
"Corning Town" / Will Dockery & Brian Mallard
http://www.reverbnation.com/q/6fhuhj
Corning Town
I'm out walking again,
ignoring the pain.
Living like a poor boy again,
streets and sheets of rain.
In the early twilight,
dewdrops on the glass.
Her lazy hazy sway,
through Midsummer past.
She's still there,
in her underwear.
But my mem'ry and I
can't make contact again.
Where ever you've been or
what you're doing while you're there.
I just can't concern myself,
or pretend I care.
Under a jinx,
black cloud of Charlie Brown.
Sometimes I'm up,
most times I'm back down.
Deep river monkey
anyway you look at it.
Just too concerned,
to let her go.
Looking through a mirror
somewhere in Shadowville.
Pocket full of quarters,
payphone is my thrill.
Knocking the Union,
seen serpents fall.
Out in the distance,
among the croaking frogs.
Deep river monkey,
across the divide.
This is the year,
we shall be blamed.
Fair thee well my butterfly,
I'm bound for Corning Town.
Let me watch your eyes smile,
for a minute or two.
That's not me,
I'm not on YouTube no more.
Some other Touchdown Jesus,
is breaking her heart.
Bon voyage, my Bluebird Girl,
I'll hit the road a while.
Up to Russell County,
with the little red fox.
Mist in the snow,
mist in the snow.
Missed her I know,
on these shaky streets.
I'm out walking again,
ignoring the pain.
Living like a poor boy,
streets and sheets of rain.
In the early twilight,
dewdrops on the glass.
Her lazy hazy sway,
through a sweet summer past.
-Will Dockery
Good one....

I detect some re write working in there...?
Brainiac Five
2019-09-06 03:32:11 UTC
Reply
Permalink
Post by Will Dockery
"Corning Town" / Will Dockery & Brian Mallard
http://www.reverbnation.com/q/6fhuhj
Corning Town
I'm out walking again,
ignoring the pain.
Living like a poor boy again,
streets and sheets of rain.
In the early twilight,
dewdrops on the glass.
Her lazy hazy sway,
through Midsummer past.
She's still there,
in her underwear.
But my mem'ry and I
can't make contact again.
Where ever you've been or
what you're doing while you're there.
I just can't concern myself,
or pretend I care.
Under a jinx,
black cloud of Charlie Brown.
Sometimes I'm up,
most times I'm back down.
Deep river monkey
anyway you look at it.
Just too concerned,
to let her go.
Looking through a mirror
somewhere in Shadowville.
Pocket full of quarters,
payphone is my thrill.
Knocking the Union,
seen serpents fall.
Out in the distance,
among the croaking frogs.
Deep river monkey,
across the divide.
This is the year,
we shall be blamed.
Fair thee well my butterfly,
I'm bound for Corning Town.
Let me watch your eyes smile,
for a minute or two.
That's not me,
I'm not on YouTube no more.
Some other Touchdown Jesus,
is breaking her heart.
Bon voyage, my Bluebird Girl,
I'll hit the road a while.
Up to Russell County,
with the little red fox.
Mist in the snow,
mist in the snow.
Missed her I know,
on these shaky streets.
I'm out walking again,
ignoring the pain.
Living like a poor boy,
streets and sheets of rain.
In the early twilight,
dewdrops on the glass.
Her lazy hazy sway,
through a sweet summer past.
-Will Dockery
Bumped to the top for Pendragon who seems rather confused tonight....
General Zod
2019-09-22 06:13:05 UTC
Reply
Permalink
Post by Will Dockery
"Corning Town" / Will Dockery & Brian Mallard
http://www.reverbnation.com/q/6fhuhj
Corning Town
I'm out walking again,
ignoring the pain.
Living like a poor boy again,
streets and sheets of rain.
In the early twilight,
dewdrops on the glass.
Her lazy hazy sway,
through Midsummer past.
She's still there,
in her underwear.
But my mem'ry and I
can't make contact again.
Where ever you've been or
what you're doing while you're there.
I just can't concern myself,
or pretend I care.
Under a jinx,
black cloud of Charlie Brown.
Sometimes I'm up,
most times I'm back down.
Deep river monkey
anyway you look at it.
Just too concerned,
to let her go.
Looking through a mirror
somewhere in Shadowville.
Pocket full of quarters,
payphone is my thrill.
Knocking the Union,
seen serpents fall.
Out in the distance,
among the croaking frogs.
Deep river monkey,
across the divide.
This is the year,
we shall be blamed.
Fair thee well my butterfly,
I'm bound for Corning Town.
Let me watch your eyes smile,
for a minute or two.
That's not me,
I'm not on YouTube no more.
Some other Touchdown Jesus,
is breaking her heart.
Bon voyage, my Bluebird Girl,
I'll hit the road a while.
Up to Russell County,
with the little red fox.
Mist in the snow,
mist in the snow.
Missed her I know,
on these shaky streets.
I'm out walking again,
ignoring the pain.
Living like a poor boy,
streets and sheets of rain.
In the early twilight,
dewdrops on the glass.
Her lazy hazy sway,
through a sweet summer past.
-Will Dockery
Classic tune from the early days....
Loading...