Modern Poetry Edition #42, (Jailhouse)


All righty then.  MP #42 is in the books.  And they said it wouldn't last...

Here is about how it went down.  8-5-1-1-1 were the vote total.Most of the red states went for Let My Love Open The Door from P. Townshend, and most of the blue states went for Johnny Cash's Folsom Prison Blues, and despite the attempt to split the Johnny Cash vote amongst ~three~ nice poems, Folsom was the top MPulitzer vote getter, meaning not only is Folsom the winner, but that blue voters outnumbered the red voters handily.  What might this mean for the mid-term election, a mere 11 months away? 

Johnny, of course, is no longer with us.  I tell you, the giants of Modern Poetry are getting to be as dead as the poets of ancient times.  We are glad to have J. Cash in the esteemed company he now joins.  We all regret this honor was not bestowed while the Man was still alive.

Thanks for the votes.  Enjoy the next MP.  

--Sean

Modern Poetry #42 {Jailhouse}
[11/22/05]
Turn Me Loose by Loverboy
Starkville City Jail by Johnny Cash
**Folsom Prison Blues by Johnny Cash
Let My Love Open the Door by Pete Townshend
San Quentin by Johnny Cash

**Winner of MPulitzer

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Tina, you fat lard, come and get some Modern Poetry! And vote already. What, is someone stuck in the Starkville City Jail?

Kelly, this MP has *Starkville* in it. We are counting on your vote. You too, Traci.

Get 'em in quick. I am trying to keep up the accelerated pace from now until March 12, the 2d Anniversary of the MP.

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Hello, Bonnies and Clydes. It's the new Modern Poetry, Edition #42 - style. Peep this.

Time for a jailhouse edition, and featuring the famed bar-ry place in Stark-Vegas, the rough and tumble correctional facilty in San Quentin, and the story of a man whiling away the time in Folsom Prison. Not only that, we have a good couple of escapist poems from Loverboy and Pete Townshend.

We had to leave off Elvis' jailhouse rock 'cause the MP staff simply could not abide the couplet:

   Number forty-seven said to number three:
   You’re the cutest jailbird I ever did see.

Keep yourselves safe this holiday weekend -- Friends, don't let your friends read Modern Poetry and Drive! Read it to them. And you people heading down to Starkville, you just leave off the flower-pickin' excursion!

--Sean

Turn Me Loose by Loverboy
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I was born to run, I was born to dream, The craziest boy you ever seen,
I gotta do it my way, Or no way at all.
And I was here to please, I'm even on knees. Makin love to whoever I please,
I gotta do it my way, Or no way at all.

And then you came around, Tried to tie me down, I was such a clown,
You had to have it your way, Or no way at all.
Well I've had all I can take, I can't take it no more, I'm gonna pack my bags
and fly......baby, Or no way at all.

So why don't you... turn me loose, Turn me loose, Turn me loose,
I gotta do it my way, Or no way at all.
Why don't you... turn me loose, Turn me loose, Turn me loose,
I gotta do it my way, I wanna fly.

I'm here to please, I'm even on my knees, Makin love to whoever I please,
I gotta do it my way, I gotta do it my way,
And when you came around, You tried to tie me down, I was such a clown,
You had to have it your way, Well I'm sayin' "no way,"

So why don't you turn me loose, Turn me loose, Turn me loose,
I gotta do it my way, Or no way at all.

Why don't you turn me loose, Turn me loose, Turn me loose,
I gotta do it my way, I wanna fly.
Why don't you turn me loose, Turn me loose, Turn me loose,
I gotta do it my way, I wanna fly.

Turn me loose, Turn me loose

Starkville City Jail by Johnny Cash
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Well, I left my motel room, down at the Starkville Motel,
The town had gone to sleep and I was feelin' fairly well.
I strolled along the sidewalk 'neath the sweet magnolia trees;

I was whistlin', pickin' flowers, swayin' in the southern breeze.
I found myself surrounded; one policeman said: "That's him.
Come along, wild flower child. Don't you know that it's two a.m."

They're bound to get you.
'Cause they got a curfew.
And you go to the Starkville City jail.

Well, they threw me in the car and started driving into town;
I said: "What the hell did I do?" He said: "Shut up and sit down."

Well, they emptied out my pockets, took my pills and guitar picks.
I said: "Wait, my name is..." "Awe shut up." Well, I sure was in a fix.

The sergeant put me in a cell, then he went home for the night;
I said: "Come back here, you so and so; I ain't bein' treated right."

Well, they're bound to get you, cause they got a curfew,
And you go to the Starkville City Jail.

I started pacin' back and forth, and now and then I'd yell,
And kick my forty dollar shoes against the steel floor of my cell.
I'd walk awhile and kick awhile, and all night nobody came.

Then I sadly remembered that they didn't even take my name.
At 8 a.m. they let me out. I said: "Gimme them things of mine!"
They gave me a sneer and a guitar pick, and a yellow dandelion.

They're bound to get you, 'cause they got a curfew,
And you go to the Starkville City Jail.

Folsom Prison Blues by Johnny Cash
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I hear the train a comin´
it´s rolling round the bend
and I ain´t seen the sunshine since I don´t know when,
I´m stuck in Folsom prison, and time keeps draggin´ on
but that train keeps a rollin´ on down to San Anton..
When I was just a baby my mama told me. Son,
always be a good boy, don´t ever play with guns.
But I shot a man in Reno just to watch him die
now every time I hear that whistle I hang my head and cry..

I bet there´s rich folks eating in a fancy dining car
they´re probably drinkin´ coffee and smoking big cigars.
Well I know I had it coming, I know I can´t be free
but those people keep a movin´
and that´s what tortures me...

Well if they´d free me from this prison,
if that railroad train was mine
I bet I´d move just a little further down the line
far from Folsom prison, that's where I want to stay
and I´d let that lonesome whistle blow my blues away.....

Let My Love Open the Door by Pete Townshend
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When people keep repeating
That you'll never fall in love
When everybody keeps retreating
But you can't seem to get enough

Let my love open the door
Let my love open the door
Let my love open the door
To your heart

When everything feels all over
When everybody seems unkind
I'll give you a four-leaf clover
Take all the worry out of your mind

Let my love open the door
Let my love open the door
Let my love open the door
To your heart

I have the only key to your heart
I can stop you falling apart
Try today, you'll find this way
Come on and give me a chance to say

Let my love open the door
It's all I'm living for
Release yourself from misery
Only one thing's gonna set you free

That's my love

Let my love open the door
Let my love open the door
Let my love open the door
To your heart

When tragedy befalls you
Don't let them bring you down
Love can cure your problem
You're so lucky I'm around

Let my love open the door
Let my love open the door
Let my love open the door
To your heart

San Quentin by Johnny Cash
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San Quentin, you've been livin' hell to me
You've hosted me since nineteen sixty three
I've seen 'em come and go and I've seen them die
And long ago I stopped askin' why

San Quentin, I hate every inch of you.
You've cut me and have scarred me thru an' thru.
And I'll walk out a wiser weaker man;
Mister Congressman why can't you understand.

San Quentin, what good do you think you do?
Do you think I'll be different when you're through?
You bent my heart and mind and you may my soul,
And your stone walls turn my blood a little cold.

San Quentin, may you rot and burn in hell.
May your walls fall and may I live to tell.
May all the world forget you ever stood.
And may all the world regret you did no good.

San Quentin, you've been livin' hell to me.