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Beverly Ann Kegley

Beverly Ann Kegley
Senior Year - Narbonne High School

Beverly Ann Kegley

Beverly Ann Kegley
Beverly in Junior High School

Sunday, April 21, 2013

Dear Beverly


Just stopped by on this beautiful spring day to say that your memory is cherished.

           Mi Amor, you remembered.

Always.



Beautiful day.
A perfect day.

We won’t talk about your boys.
They are in a race to the bottom with mine.

Long season,
be thankful for this beautiful day.

Sad that you are not here to enjoy it.
Sad, so incredibly sad.

Do I hear an “oh wells” in the breeze?
Thought I did; I’m sure I did.

Have a tune for you today … enjoy.




All around me are familiar faces
Worn out places
Worn out faces
Bright and early for their daily races
Going nowhere
Going nowhere
Their tears are filling up their glasses
No expression
No expression
Hide my head I wanna drown my sorrow
No tomorrow
No tomorrow
And I find it kind of funny
I find it kind of sad
The dreams in which I'm dying are the best I've ever had
I find it hard to tell you
I find it hard to take
When people run in circles it's a very very
Mad world
Mad world
Mad world
Mad world

Children waiting for the day they feel good
Happy birthday
Happy birthday
And to feel the way that every child should
Sit and listen
Sit and listen
Went to school and I was very nervous
No one knew me
No one knew me
Hello teacher tell me what's my lesson
Look right through me
Look right through me
And I find it kind of funny
I find it kind of sad
The dreams in which I'm dying are the best I've ever had
I find it hard to tell you
'Cos I find it hard to take
When people run in circles it's a very very
Mad world
Mad world
Mad world
Mad world

And I find it kind of funny
I find it kind of sad
The dreams in which I'm dying are the best I've ever had
I find it hard to tell you
'Cos I find it hard to take
When people run in circles it's a very very
Mad world
Mad world
Halargian world
Mad world

Saturday, April 20, 2013

Dear Beverly


Just stopped by to say hello.

         You remembered me.

Always.

Beverly Ann Kegley Carvajal, Beverly Carvajal, Matisyahu: One Day

A beautiful spring morning.

You know, it sits there, like a cancer.

The anger.   

The sadness.

It is so hard not 
to give way to hate; hating.

How does one forgive 
the unforgivable?

Working on it ... working on it.

Have a tune for you today ... enjoy.


Sometimes I lay
Under the moon
And thank God I'm breathing
Then I pray
Don't take me soon
'Cause I am here for a reason

Sometimes in my tears I drown
But I never let it get me down
So when negativity surrounds
I know some day it'll all turn around because...

All my life I've been waiting for
I've been praying for
For the people to say
That we don't wanna fight no more
There will be no more wars
And our children will play
One day
One day
One day
One day
One day
One day

It's not about
Win or lose
Because we all lose
When they feed on the souls of the innocent
Blood-drenched pavement
Keep on moving though the waters stay raging

In this maze you can lose your way (your way)
It might drive you crazy but don't let it faze you no way (no way)

Sometimes in my tears I drown (I drown)
But I never let it get me down (get me down)
So when negativity surrounds (surrounds)
I know some day it'll all turn around because...

All my life I've been waiting for
I've been praying for
For the people to say
That we don't wanna fight no more
There will be no more wars
And our children will play
One day
One day
One day
One day
One day
One day

One day this all will change
Treat people the same
Stop with the violence
Down with the hate

One day we'll all be free
And proud to be
Under the same sun
Singing songs of freedom like
One day
One day

All my life I've been waiting for
I've been praying for
For the people to say
That we don't wanna fight no more
There will be no more wars
And our children will play
One day
One day
One day
One day
One day
One day

Friday, April 19, 2013

Dear Beverly


Just stopped by to say hello.

            You remembered me.

Always.

Beverly Carvajal, Beverly Ann Kegley Carvajal


Beautiful day ahead.
I am blessed.

The warmth of the
sunshine on my shoulders.
I am blessed.

Have a tune for you today
from your boy … enjoy.


I was always the crazy one
I broke into the stadium
And I wrote your number on the 50 yard line
You were always the perfect one
And the Valedictorian so
Under your number I wrote "call for a good time"

I only wanted to catch your attention
But you overlooked me somehow
Besides you had too many boyfriends to mention
And I played my guitar too loud.

How do you like me now?
How do you like me now,
Now that I'm on my way?
Do you still think I'm crazy
Standin’ here today?
I couldn’t make you love me
But I always dreamed about living in your radio
How do you like me now?

When I took off to Tennessee
I heard that you made fun of me
Never imagined I'd make it this far
Then you married into money girl
Ain’t it a cruel and funny world?
He took your dreams and tore them apart.

He never comes home
And you’re always alone
And your kids hear you cryin’ down the hall
Alarm clock starts ringin’
Who could that be singin’
It’s me baby, with your wake up call!

How do you like me now?
How do you like me now,
Now that I'm on my way?
Do you still think I'm crazy
Standin’ here today?
I couldn’t make you love me
But I always dreamed about living in your radio
How do you like me now?

Tell me baby...
I will free tone on...

Thursday, April 18, 2013

Dear Beverly


Just stopped by to say hello.

      Oh Doll, you remembered me.

Always.

Beverly Ann Kegley Carvajal


Sweep!!!   I’ll say no more.

I was struck by the
incredible sadness of it all
as I listened to the game
on the way home last night.  

I just want to curl up
into a ball and cry sometimes.

Let it go, I tell myself.
Let it go.
Let it go.

Have a tune for you today … Enjoy.


Winding your way down on Baker Street
Light in your head and dead on your feet
Well, another crazy day
You'll drink the night away
And forget about everything
This city desert makes you feel so cold
It's got so many people, but it's got no soul
And it's taken you so long
To find out you were wrong
When you thought it held everything

You used to think that it was so easy
You used to say that it was so easy
But you're trying, you're trying now
Another year and then you'd be happy
Just one more year and then you'd be happy
But you're crying, you're crying now

Way down the street there's a light in his place
He opens the door, he's got that look on his face
And he asks you where you've been
You tell him who you've seen
And you talk about anything
He's got this dream about buying some land
He's gonna give up the booze and the one-night stands
And then he'll settle down
In some quiet little town
And forget about everything

But you know he'll always keep moving
You know he's never gonna stop moving
'Cause he's rolling, he's the rolling stone
And when you wake up, it's a new morning
The sun is shining, it's a new morning
And you're going, you're going home

Wednesday, April 17, 2013

Dear Beverly


Just stopped by to say hello.

           You remembered me.

Always.

Beverly Ann Kegley Carvajal


Your Dodgers got pounded by my boys last night.
Sorry.   In two nights in Los Angeles
the Padres have double their win output for the season.

Go figure.   Kershaw tonight.

Saw a short video this morning
about a forensic artist doing sketches.
Didn’t know where it was going at first.

Various women came in and sat down
on the other side of a curtain — he could not see them.
He then asked them for
a description of their face. 
What they saw of themselves.

Then another person came
in and sat down
and described the same woman
as they saw them.

The self-description was,
in many cases,
very different from
that of the other person.

The beauty that others she in someone,
they may not see in themselves.
That was the point of the little video.

The beauty that we saw in you;
Your smile, the pleasant way about you.
The humor; a mother’s love and more.

You were beautiful,
and yet you were made to see
that you were not.

And sadly, there a came a point
where you believed the lie.

Have a tune for you today … enjoy.


You are so beautiful
To me
You are so beautiful
To me
Can't you see
You're everything I hoped for
You're everything I need
You are so beautiful
To me


You are so wonderful
To me
You are so wonderful
To me
Can't you see
You're everything I hoped for
You're everything I need
You are so wonderful
To me


You are so beautiful
To me
You are so beautiful
To me
Can't you see
You're everything I hoped for
You're everything I need
You are so beautiful
To me




Tuesday, April 16, 2013

Dear Beverly


Just stopped by to say hello.

      You remembered me.

Always.

Beverly Ann Kegley Carvajal


You know it is going
to be a long season
when your pitcher
is the one supplying the offense.

A three-run shot by
our pitcher took
your boys down last night, sorry.

Have a tune for you this morning.

“Through the tears of the day
Of the years, ba-a-a-by
Just call me angel of the morning, Angel”

Each day, 
knowing why
you are not here
has a tear just there, 
ready … ready to run.  

You don’t always see them,
but they are there; they are there.

… Enjoy.


There'll be no strings to bind your hands
Not if my love can't bind your heart
There's no need to take a stand
For it was I who chose to start
I see no need to take me home
I'm old enough to face the dawn


Just call me angel of the morning, Angel
Just touch my cheek before you leave me, baby
Just call me angel of the morning, Angel
Then slowly turn away from me


Maybe the sun's light will be dim
And it won't matter anyhow
If morning's echo says we’ve sinned
Well, it was what I wanted now
And if we're the victims of the night
I won't be blinded by light


Just call me angel of the morning, Angel
Just touch my cheek before you leave me, baby
Just call me angel of the morning, Angel
Then slowly turn away
I won't beg you to stay with me


Through the tears of the day
Of the years, ba-a-a-by
Just call me angel of the morning, Angel
Just touch my cheek before you leave me, baby
Just call me angel of the morning, Angel
Just touch my cheek before you leave me, darlin'

Just call me angel of the morning, Angel
Just touch my cheek before you leave me, darlin'

Monday, April 15, 2013

Dear Beverly


Just stopped by to say hello.

          You remembered me.

Always.

Beverly Ann Kegley Carvajal



Monday, Monday … Monday.
Must get to it.

Have a tune for you today …
A repeat, yes a repeat,
but oh so catchy.

I know you would have like this one.

… enjoy.


Heading down south to the land of the pines
I'm thumbing my way into North Caroline
Staring up the road and pray to God I see headlights
I made it down the coast in seventeen hours
Picking me a bouquet of dogwood flowers
And I'm a-hopin' for Raleigh, I can see my baby tonight

So rock me momma like a wagon wheel
Rock me momma any way you feel
Hey momma rock me
Rock me momma like the wind and the rain
Rock me momma like a south bound train
Hey momma rock me

Running from the cold up in New England
I was born to be a fiddler in an old time string band
My baby plays a guitar, I pick a banjo now
Oh, north country winters keep a-getting me down
Lost my money playing poker so I had to leave town
But I ain't turning back to living that old life no more

So rock me momma like a wagon wheel
Rock me momma any way you feel
Hey momma rock me
Rock me momma like the wind and the rain
Rock me momma like a south bound train
Hey momma rock me

Walkin' to the south out of Roanoke
I caught a trucker out of Philly had a nice long toke
But he's a heading west from the Cumberland gap
To Johnson City, Tennessee
And I gotta get a move on before the sun
I hear my baby calling my name and I know that she's the only one
And if I died in Raleigh at least I will die free

So rock me momma like a wagon wheel
Rock me momma any way you feel
Hey momma rock me
Rock me momma like the wind and the rain
Rock me momma like a south bound train
Hey momma rock me

So rock me momma like a wagon wheel
Rock me momma any way you feel
Hey momma rock me
Rock me momma like the wind and the rain
Rock me momma like a south bound train
Hey momma rock me