Sometimes It Goes the Other Way: Part Fourteen

A serialized tribute to Brokeback Mountain, the book and the Oscar-worthy film.

 

 

 

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A tribute to Brokeback Mountain, the book and the Oscar-worthy film

I've become very fond of the music of Johnny Cash and in looking for information on him, I found the Carter Family.  The following lyrics are to a bluegrass song by A. P. Carter.  I hope some day to hear it performed. 



'Tis true the rainbow has no end
It's hard to find a faithful friend
And when you find one just and true
Change not the old one for the new

Bring back my blue-eyed boy to me
Bring back my blue-eyed boy to me
Bring back my blue-eyed boy to me
That I may ever happy be

Must I go bound and him go free
Must I love the boy that don't love me
Or must I act the childish part
And love that boy that broke my heart

Last night my lover promised me
To take me across the deep blue sea
And nows he's gone and left me alone
An orphaned girl without a home

Oh dig my grave both wide and deep
Place a marble at my head and feet
And on my breast a snow-white dove
To show to the world I died for love

Pins and Needles

A short tribute to Brokeback Mountain, the book and the Oscar-worthy film.

 
Buck up, girl.  Put one foot in front of the other.  Your entire body’s numb like your jaw after a trip ta the dentist, but ya cain’t let the kids see ya like this.  They’ll want a know what’s wrong with mama.  You’ll have ta make somethin’ up and lyin’s a sin.  So’s cheatin’.  Don’t want a believe it.  Don’t want a believe what ya saw.  Ennis and his friend.  Goin’ at it like a sailor and the girlfriend he ain’t seen since forever.  They’re comin’ up the stairs.  Do somethin’.  Don’t let ‘em find ya standin’ here like a heifer chewin’ her cud.  Don’t let on ya saw.  Saw ‘em swappin’ spit like a couple a hot pants teenagers.  Don’t let on that your world just cracked open and ya saw what was underneath.  Like the time ya turned over that dead cat and saw them maggots all wet and wrigglin’.  There’s your purse.  Pick it up.  Dig for somethin’, anythin’; just don’t let ‘em see your hands shake.  Ennis is talkin’.  Answer ‘im.  Say howdy to his friend.  Ennis is sayin’ they’re goin’ out.  There’s a dollar in your fist.  Ask him to bring you smokes.  Don’t let ‘im stay out all night with that man.  Do somethin’.  Do somethin’!  Too late.  They’re gone.  Make some coffee.  Keep busy.  Try not to think about it.  He’ll come home. 

But maybe ya ought a wait up just the same.   

Liar

A short tribute to Brokeback Mountain the book and the Oscar-worthy film.

I ain’t queer.  Don’t know why I done what I done.  Was drunk and half-asleep.  He put my hand on his pecker.  He wanted it.  Told me he ain’t queer neither, but he sure ‘nough wanted it.  Let be.  Good supper tonight.  Like the way he fries up the spuds all crispy ‘round the edges.  He bitches that they’re burnt, cusses the skillet, but I like ‘em like that.  Need to git up off this log and git up to the sheep, but the fire sure feels good and I prob’ly ought a let my dinner settle some.  Maybe I’ll roll a smoke for the ride up.  I ain’t stayin’ down here again, that’s for sure.  Ain’t even gonna look at that tent.  Sure is warm in there though.  Not like in the pup tent way up above the trees.  Lot warmer down here.  Best to stop thinkin’ like that, and git on up.  Don’t know why I’m draggin’ my heels.  Damn.  Must be mighty warm in that tent.  He’s takin’ his shirt off.  Them sheep’ll be all right for a few hours.  I’ll just get some shut-eye where it’s warm and then go up.  It don’t mean nuthin’.  I ain’t queer.