Jon Sentry ( the Myth of)

from by Don LaSala

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Well the day had come and the night had gone and still a lot remained
Of the food and drink and the people to meet with their pets wild and tame,
Still the thoughts of Jon Sentry, who left his cloak and cane,
Left the top for the round-about, just turn around up and change.

So he set out form their company and set himself to work
Long hours and hard with no credit cards and seldom a change of shirt
Swore won't pay more cut-throat rent so he stopped from that day on
Slept in cars and under the stars 'till he come into his own.

Well young Jon he saw to it that everyone had their share.
In the house he kept he seldom slept though he had plenty a time to spare.
I asked one of his people on day how they paid off the bill of fare,
She winked at me said "Can't you see all the gold that's in the air."

Many a journey's just begun, soon enough is over and done
Leave behind just a trace and memory.
Young Jon he's still holding together
With a band of his friends through every kind of weather
Holding and growing together and carrying on.

Well, I've been a place or two in my time where I probably go again
But I ain't seen a place like Jon Sentry's since I can't remember when
It may be that the people there were as true as they could be
Held none finer in my mind's eye since I've begun to see.
You might think I've got a lot on my mind or I've forgotten you my friend
Just been thinking over the way to get back there again.

Made out good on this one
earned twenty just singing a song
Spent all day traveling to work all night
and maybe get to sleep by dawn.
No I’m not complaining
I’ve just about come out whole
And what would the poor boy do without the rock-n-roll.

Just as soon have come this way
As any way i seen
Tho there’s so many styles, very few brakes
And a pile of broken dreams.
Swore I’d never waste my self
In a live that didn’t have soul
And what would the poor boys do without the rock-n-roll.

I seen through diamond eyes and seen
A many textured dream.
Stood through every shadowed doubt
And forgotten truths I’ve seen.
Swore i never waste myself slaving for the gold
What would the poor boy do without the rock-n-roll.


Made out good on this one
earned twenty just singing a song
Spent all day traveling to work all night
and maybe get to sleep by dawn.
No I’m not complaining
I’ve just about come out whole
And what would the poor boy do without the rock-n-roll.

Just as soon have come this way
As any way i seen
Tho there’s so many styles, very few brakes
And a pile of broken dreams.
Swore I’d never waste my self
In a live that didn’t have soul
And what would the poor boys do without the rock-n-roll.

I seen through diamond eyes and seen
A many textured dream.
Stood through every shadowed doubt
And forgotten truths I’ve seen.
Swore i never waste myself slaving for the gold
What would the poor boy do without the rock-n-roll.

Just been thinking over and over and over and over again
Just been thinking over and over and over and over again
Just been thinking over and over and over and over again
Just been thinking over the way to get back there.

credits

from Home Brew, released December 12, 2012
Don LaSala words and music, vocals and guitars, bass; Bill Klock drums

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Don Lasala Woodstock, New York

Solo CD Folk-rock, Americana, written performed self -produced, by Woodstock NY singer- songwriter: lyrical leads and precise poetics, with rocking acoustic rhythm and alt rock lead guitar. A mystic walk through the Catskills and north woods, with folk rock love songs and home-brewed tales along the way, an uplifting, eclectic collection of emotionally direct & honest songs. ... more

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