Doug Jackson, Songwriter

Hate To Love This Game (Me, a guitar, a wild story)
Written and, Performed by Doug Jackson ©

It’s all too far extreme
a monster by design
Not a real bad dream
just playin’ in my mind
Death-whore’s the game
and, every kill’s a crime
In a war that no one claims
but, it’s playin’ all the time
I hate to love this game

No memory left at all
of the moment I fell in
This pit of serpent protocol
to die if I don’t win
Faces haunt my sleep
not a single one my friend
This game is just too deep
and, it never has an end
I hate to love this game

I curse my granite heart
for the day that I became
Satisfied to tear apart
every player in this game
No matter who gets dead
or, who gets out the same
I’m just one step ahead
of a bullet with my name
I hate to love this game

Chorus
I hate this game so much
I’d buy tickets just to play
Someone‘s time is always up
and, I play it every day
Truth is hidden in the dark
And, covered by disguise
Whoever gets the mark
There’s no place safe to hide
I hate to love this game

A silencer, a smoke line
chalk white when I’m through
The Reaper’s always close behind
He follows every move
I’m dead if I get caught
so, I live by just one rule
Use anything I got
and, kill before they do
I hate to love this game

My life is incomplete
I’m a shadow in-between
Always sweatin’ different sheets
to cover where I been
Every day’s a nightmare
my brain's about to scream
Death is lurking everywhere
and, nothin’s what it seems
I hate to love this game

Chorus
I hate this game so much
I’d buy tickets just to play
Someone‘s time is always up
and, I play it every day
Truth is hidden in the dark
and, covered by disguise
Whoever gets the mark
There’s no place safe to hide
I hate to love this game

Stories in the headlines
they never tell the truth
Ghost-like dagger serpentines
no one knows what they do
Players start the show
Pawns all start to move
They come & go & noone knows
who is really who
I hate to love this game

Now, everything about this game
is just so really wrong
A virus of the mind to blame
but, I've known it all along
Always one more turn to come
it’s just the same old song
The simple truth is no one
really wants it to be gone
I hate to love this game

Finale’

They thought they made a worker
But, they bought a killer bee
My instinct is to kill and cure
Whatever’s buggin’ me
Now, I know the player’s names
who took my soul to sell
I’m comin’ back to end their game
And, send them straight to hell
I hate to love this game
I hate to love this game
I hate to love this game

The Storm - Bounty Hunter
Written and, Performed By Doug Jackson

Wind’s steady blowin, a storm’s comin on
And, it hurts like hell knowin, things that I done
A long time ago, I gave up my soul
All I got left is try to live with myself
Before I move on

I took some chances, when I was young
Took the Devil for dances, to live by the gun
I don‘t pretend, I don’t know how this ends
Or, what I’ve become, what’s done is done
Before I move on

I don’t worry about tomorrow
Until I’m done with today
Every sunrise here’s just borrowed
From a short life, anyway

Faces they haunt me, from mem’ries I’ve known
And, years that I won’t see, to claim growin’ old
Life’s only promise, is a grave when I’m done
I’ll never outlast, things from my past
Before I move on

I didn’t choose, all the things I done wrong
I just paid the dues, to keep livin’ on
I’m still alive and, I will survive
To lay em’ all down, 6 feet under ground
Before I move on

I don’t worry about tomorrow
Until I’m done with today
Every sunrise here’s just borrowed
From a short life, anyway

So, here I am breathin, ’stead o’ them I made gone
And, I won’t be forgiven, when my time finally comes
I’m just a storm, and I’m packin harm
If this is your day, it’s your time to pay
Before I move on

I don’t worry about tomorrow
Until I’m done with today
Every sunrise here’s just borrowed
From a short life, anyway

As bad as I am, there’s worse to be found
And, I aim to cross their trail
In the blink of an eye, they draw and, they die
My 44 ends their tale

I don’t worry about tomorrow
Until I’m done with today
Every sunrise here’s just borrowed
From a short life, anyway

You always know what you got, with a storm
And, a whole lot can change, ‘fore it moves on
You just hope and pray, that it don’t stay long
And, the dirt that's piled up gets washed away - by the storm...

Consumption Love
Written and Performed By Doug Jackson

Well, I woke up this morning, like any other day
but, I discovered something different, had come over me to stay
I don’t have the blues, but there’s things I can’t do
All because I’ve fallen helpless, so deep in love with you

Chorus

I can’t eat, and I can’t sleep,
I can’t even hold a brush to warsh my teeth
I can’t think, and I can’t drink
I can’t even close my eyes, tight enough to blink
I can’t breathe, and I can’t believe
how lovin’ you’s consumin’ all my needs

I had a good friend, take me downtown
where they put me in the hospital, and funny little gown
Doc says I’m done, if you don’t come
Ain’t a prayer of hope in sight, if you ain’t here by tonight

Chorus

I can’t eat, and I can’t sleep,
I can’t even hold a brush to warsh my teeth
I can’t think, and I can’t drink
I can’t even close my eyes, tight enough to blink
I can’t breathe, and I can’t believe
how lovin’ you’s consumin’ all my needs

Now, this is my last, letter to you
Just forget all of them others, I wasn’t thinkin’ straight then too
I know it’s out of your way, but I need you today
‘Cause they brung on in the Chaplain, no chance I’ll recuperate

Chorus

I can’t eat, I can’t sleep,
I can’t even hold a brush to warsh my teeth
I can’t think, I can’t drink
I can’t even close my eyes, tight enough to blink
I can’t breathe, and I can’t believe
how lovin’ you’s consumin’ all my needs

Now, I hope I don’t seem, like I’m beggin’ again
but, it’s come down to critical stages, that I see you ‘fore the end
So, if you would only, have mercy on me
And say you’ll be my wife, you can save this poor man’s life

Chorus

Cuzz, I can’t eat, and I can’t sleep,
I can’t even hold a brush to warsh my feet
I can’t think, and I can’t drink
I can’t even close my eyes, tight enough to blink
And, I can’t breath, and I can’t believe
how lovin’ you’s consumin’ all my needs
Yea, how lovin’ you’s just suckin’ up my needs…

Cowboy’s Last Ride
Written & Performed by D Jackson

Starin’ out over the hills of the prairie
A cowboy keeps eye on his herd for the night
Off in the distance he hears some coyotes
And, wonders if they’ll come callin’ ‘fore light

As moonlight softens a long hard day’s sun
Wind gently whispers a familiar ol’ song
Seems pretty quiet, but the night still ain’t done
He shifts in his saddle, right where he belongs

He’s not what he is, to not be forgotten
Just an ol’ cowboy, who lives a hard life
His fate and his plans, don’t have much in common
But, he thinks they’re waitin’, at the end of his ride

His thoughts turn to trails, he made in his day
Towns with hot meals, some card games he won
And, there was a woman, who begged him to stay
But, his saddle kept callin‘, so he up and rode on

He’s not what he is, to not be forgotten
Just an ol’ cowboy, who lives a hard life
His fate and his plans, don’t have much in common
But, he thinks they’re waitin’, at the end of his ride

Ask him his dreams, he prob’ly won’t say
Tell him a tale, he’ll see through the lie
Ask him who won, ‘tween the blue and the gray
He’ll un-strap that Colt, that hangs by his side

Many a campfire the ol’ cowboy’s known
Many a sunset, spent ridin’ the line
Many hard rains that he rode out alone
Many regrets, that he left h-e-rrr - behind

He’ll never know, he’s a dime novel hero
Every kid’s dream, how a man ought’a be
Stories of his time, will someday be told
Legends of his kind, who made history

He’s not what he is, to not be forgotten
Just an ol’ cowboy, who lives a hard life
His fate and his plans, don’t have much in common
But, he thinks they’re waitin’, at the end of his ride

Well, as to that woman, he still kept the ring
He just couldn’t see, past the long trail ahead
He never put stock in what next year might bring
For all that he knew, he might just end up dead

He’s not what he was, to not be forgotten
Just an ol’ cowboy, who lived a hard life
His fate and his plans, never had much in common
But, he thought they would, when he m-a-d-e his last ride
Yea, he thought they would, when he m-a-d-e his last ride

In The Beginning
by Doug Jackson
10 December, 2017

In the Beginning, there was God…
And, there was God’s God…
And, the God of God’s God…
God, was everything and, God was nothing…
So, the God of God’s God said, let there be time…
And, God’s God, told God of the Beginning to create time…
And, God of the Beginning created time…
God realized time was nothing, without something…
So, God created forever from time…
But, forever was also, nothing without something…
So, God created the Universe that, forever had meaning…
It was on a Monday...
The End…

Here
by Doug Jackson

Chorus
Here I am with you, now that I’m free
Here I am with you, safe in my dream
Here we touch our hearts, together as one
Here we never part, there’s no setting sun
Here our love will be, and always shine
Here you love just me, ‘til the end, of, time

The moment I saw you, our eyes felt like one
But, inside my heart knew, that she was the one
I’ve stepped on broke glass, it hurt less than this
So, I just walk past, while she gets your kiss

Maybe I’m wrong. Maybe I’m right
But, I’ll leave you alone, and stay out of sight
Why does it happen, I really don’t know
Love grabs me in, and it won’t let me go

Chorus
Here I am with you, now that I’m free
Here I am with you, lost in my dream
Here we touch our hearts, together as one
Here we never part, there’s no setting sun
Here our love will be, and always shine
Here you love just me, ‘til the end of time

I wish I were pretty, and had all her charms
Maybe you’d hold me, like her in your arms
I’m more than her too, but you’ll never know
So, here I can love you, and you can’t say no

Go on. Have her. She’s what I can’t be
It really don’t matter. You’ll never want me
I’ve had you, you know, here many times.
When I close my eyes, you’re always mine

Chorus: Instrumental Interlude

(Holding a bottle of sleeping pills)

Please hand, quit shaking, you know this is peace
Heart, just stop beating, I don’t want to breath
Sleep my old friend, take me one last time
Where love never ends, and he’s always mine

Finale’

Here I am with you, now that I’m free
Here I am with you…..
fi-na-lly…
fi-na-lly…
fi-na-lly…

Just a few thoughts... For those of you who, like I, have been curious and, then puzzled by the Matrix of the Nim; let me assure you that, I have been vigilant and, very diligent in studying the processes at work... While a few things are still indeterminate as to both the method of the processes and, outcomes derived, there can be little doubt there is at least, some degree magic involved... Most everyone loves a good mystery... It drives the imagination to solve it; even just a portion of it to summarily let the mind wrap around the concept of why it behaves as it does... Throwing logic out the window can be the only rationale for the invention of a set of very special formulations to extract results which, follow very little to nothing that could even remotely be perceived as standard, normal or, even ordinary... So, at this time, the mystery of the Nim will, in all likelihood, remain a mystery to those not involved with the practice itself... While, it is an unfortunate product of the process to not understand it completely, the Nim will continue to rule the Nim world; at least or, until such time, the light of day exposes the true colors of it's nature to all... Know that, I will remain vigilant and, ever watchful of the Nim; as should we all... Brightest blessings to everyone and, may the forces of good bring light to the darkside of the Nim... The track is one of my inventions titled, The Story That I'll Tell... Seems fitting... Doug

Another milestone... Today, I've reached 1000 subscribers... Thanks to everyone who thought enough to follow my music and, let's just keep the ball rolling... Blessings to all... Doug

I've gotten so many requests for head stands, reverse lay ups, and fractoid nodules that it's become very difficult to keep up with the demand... I am trying so, please be patient... I've scheduled regular visits with my therapist; I mean advisor and, have been assured a practical solution is within the theoretical probability estimates of the factoid team managers... It is complicated; yes but, I would like to let everyone know that while, the Daktonian risks outweigh any measurable Frontonheiser theorem rewards, I intend to stay on top of this thing until we get some kind of substantively tangible improvement done on it... Thanks to everyone for giving this some thought... Blessings, Doug

Today, at a faster pace than ever before, the world is changing... Around the world, people, cultures, and borders, the leaders and, followers, the bad guys and, the good guys; nothing is quite the same as we have always thought about it for a very long time now... Out beyond people, the world's wildlife, our oceans, the climate and, even life itself is evolving... And, where we once looked up to see the sky, imagine Heaven beyond and, pray to a silent God, we now look so far back in time we can almost see the beginning of time itself... And, God doesn't look smaller; we do... Somehow along the way, we decided we, were the main subject of life and, we made ourselves believe that for as long as we've been thinking... We are only just now, as a species, beginning to understand how our whole world is but, a tiny grain of sand on the beach of a Universe so vast, we can't even imagine the end of it... So, as we now plod along self-awarding ourselves as the only thinking, thoughtful species we know of, how do we keep giving ourselves hope that life as we think of it, really means something that matters beyond ourselves...??? We, as humans, symbolize our feelings with the passage of time... It's called art... All art is an imagination projected outward into our world... It's beautiful to us in most of it's forms but, there is only one form of it that has the ability to pierce souls when we shut off all other senses: music... Music Is the one thing we can see with our eyes closed, feel when we're totally covered, think how it feels and, feel how it sounds... It can change how and, what we feel... It can create a mood within us that wasn't there and, change our very thoughts... This makes music the one art form universal to all humans and, even animals who have no concept of what it is... We can live without it but, why would we if, we didn't have to...??? There are many sites online to get music now and, this is only one of many thousands... But, it's one where I've put my songs so, to visit that part of me I call music; this is a place you can do that... Brightest blessings to all... Doug

This is my tribute to those men and, women of our armed services who's honor is duty to our county... These outstanding men and, women lay it all on the line for us all... Some come home tattered, some in pieces and, some covered by the very flag they honored... In those moments of rage and, chaos of battle they fight for what's right and, forsake themselves for others... There is no greater gift a man can give his country than to fight to protect it... To them all, I give my humble musical tribute: Johnny's Last March To Glory...

Glad everyone is enjoying the music. Next one thousand subscribers are going to get my complimentary Sacknock Nurfrod complete with my personally engraved Golden Glooter-glotter... I know, it's a shock but, this is a one time offer and, you need message me for details on how to make this unique offer, your very own... I can tell ya, this is the latest edition Nurfrod and, there are many counterfeits out there so, don't be fooled.. If it's not Golden Gooter-glotter engraved; it's not the real deal... Good luck and, happy listening...

I upgraded and, added more of my demos... I appreciate the listens... Songs are free to download if, you like any... I've found it very interesting how the rankings, charts and, trends work as well as, emailing to your subscriber list and, messaging fans to offer appreciation and, ask for feedback... Keep the tunes coming... Bright blessings to all... Doug