The Hearse Song – Two Years On

It’s been two years now, and Dudley still pops up in thoughts and conversation. I know he loved this song, so here it is, on this your second death-day.

Lyrics for your eyes, while they are still in your head.
The Hearse Song – Harley Poe

Don’t you ever laugh as the hearse goes by,
For you may be the next to die.

They wrap you up in a big white sheet
From your head down to your feet.

They put you in a big black box
And cover you up with dirt and rocks.

All goes well for about a week,
Then your coffin begins to leak.

The worms crawl in, the worms crawl out,
The worms play pinochle on your snout.

They eat your eyes, they eat your nose,
They eat the jelly between your toes.

A big green worm with rolling eyes
Crawls in your stomach and out your eyes.

Your stomach turns a slimy green,
And pus pours out like whipping cream.

You spread it on a slice of bread,
And that’s what you eat when you are dead.

Some Way Out of Here

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=25c3pvQS5Ro\r\n\r\n”There must be some way out of here” said the joker to the thief \r\n”There’s too much confusion”, I can’t get no relief \r\nBusinessmen, they drink my wine, plowmen dig my earth \r\nNone of them along the line know what any of it is worth. \r\n\r\n”No reason to get excited”, the thief he kindly spoke \r\n”There are many here among us who feel that life is but a joke \r\nBut you and I, we’ve been through that, and this is not our fate \r\nSo let us not talk falsely now, the hour is getting late”. \r\n\r\nAll along the watchtower, princes kept the view \r\nWhile all the women came and went, barefoot servants, too. \r\n\r\nOutside in the distance a wildcat did growl \r\nTwo riders were approaching, the wind began to howl.\r\n—All Along The Watchtower by Bob Dylan

Lest We Forget—Lest We Forget

God of our fathers, known of old—\r\nLord of our far-flung battle line—\r\nBeneath whose awful hand we hold\r\nDominion over palm and pine—\r\nLord God of Hosts, be with us yet,\r\nLest we forget—lest we forget!\r\n\r\nThe tumult and the shouting dies—\r\nThe Captains and the Kings depart—\r\nStill stands Thine ancient sacrifice,\r\nAn humble and a contrite heart.\r\nLord God of Hosts, be with us yet,\r\nLest we forget—lest we forget!\r\n\r\n—Recessional by Rudyard Kipling

Runaway-6 Interview

Dudley Gaylord Hale interviewed on Runaway-6, a Vietnam War Satire that he and his brother Frank wrote about renegade chopper pilots. Check out www.runaway-6.com for more info. On with the show*!\r\n\r\nhttp://www.youtube.com/watch?v=mB0_1KDiC_k\r\n\r\n*Filmed after Dudley had undergone two strokes making it tricky to remember—let alone play chordes in his signature right-hand guitar flipped upside-down playing style. A true sight to behold.

Baja or Bust

In 2005 we took vacation down to Mexico in Dudley’s beat up RV. Every time Dudley is on camera he steals the show—imagine that.\r\n\r\n

Part 1

\r\nhttp://www.youtube.com/watch?v=4qmelQZCBsM\r\n\r\n

Part 2

\r\nhttp://www.youtube.com/watch?v=N3-Fr2MGoa0\r\n\r\n

Part 3

\r\nhttp://www.youtube.com/watch?v=nTBnwszGQJo