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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

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

Sunday, April 14, 2013

Dear Beverly


Just stopped by to say hello.

Within my heart your memory lives on.

          Oh Doll, you remembered me.

Always.

Beverly Ann Kegley Carvajal



A special day for you 31 years ago.
Savor those days; those memories.

Savor the love, a mother’s love.

Have a tune for you today … enjoy.


Can you hear the music, can you hear the music?
Can you feel the magic hangin' in the air?
Can you feel the magic? Oh, yeah
Love is a mystery I can't demystify, oh, no
And sometimes I wonder why we're here
But I don't care, I don't care

Can you hear the music, can you hear the music?
Can you feel the magic dancin' in the air?
Can you feel the magic? Oh, yeah
Love is a mystery I can't demystify, oh, no
Sometimes I I'm dancin' on air
But I get scared, I get scared
When I hear the drummer, get me in the groove
When I hear the guitar, makes me wanna move

Can you feel the magic, floatin' in the air?
Can you feel the magic? Oh, yeah
Sometimes you're feelin' you've been pushed around
And your rainbow just ain't here
Don't you fear, don't you fear
When you hear the music trouble disappear
When you hear the music ringin' in your ears

Can you feel the magic floatin' in the air?
Can you hear the magic? Oh, yeah, yeah
When you hear the music ringin' in my ear
Can you hear the music? Oh, yeah
Can you hear the drummer? Gets you in the groove
Can you hear the guitar? Make you wanna move? Yeah
Can you hear the music? Oh, yeah
Can you hear the music ringin' in my ear?
Can you hear the music, can you hear the music?

Saturday, April 13, 2013

Dear Beverly


Just stopped in to say hello.

          You remembered me.

Always.

Beverly Ann Kegley Carvajal


Up early, lots to do.
Long day … 

I wonder if anyone knows about 
all of the things you lost. 

I wonder if anyone knows of 
the pain you were in at the end.

I wonder if anyone cares.

I wonder about such things, 
but what is the point?

Like you would say, "oh wells."

Everyone lost yesterday,
I’m 2 – 8 to start the season.

When does college football begin?

Have a tune for you today … enjoy.


Ev'ry time i see your face,
It reminds me of the places we used to go.
But all i got is a photograph
And i realise you're not coming back anymore.

I thought i'd make it the day you went away,
But i can't make it
Till you come home again to stay-yi-yay-yi-yay.

I can't get used to living here,
While my heart is broke, my tears i cried for you.
I want you here to have and hold,
As the years go by and we grow old and grey.

Now you're expecting me to live without you,
But that's not something that i'm looking forward to.

I can't get used to living here,
While my heart is broke, my tears i cried for you.
I want you here to have and hold,
As the years go by and we grow old and grey.

Ev'ry time i see your face,
It reminds me of the places we used to go.
But all i got is a photograph
And i realise you're not coming back anymore.

Ev'ry time i see your face,
It reminds me of the places we used to go.
But all i got is a photograph
And i realise you're not coming back anymore.

Ev'ry time i see your face,
It reminds me of the places we used to go.
But all i got is a photograph
And i realise you're not.


Friday, April 12, 2013

Dear Beverly


Just stopped by to say hello.

        You remembered me.

Always.

Beverly Ann Kegley Carvajal, Los Angeles Dodger Fan


Your boys won last night 3 – 2,
but there was a brawl on the diamond.

One of your ace pitchers, Zack Greinke,
hit Carlos Quentin with a pitch,
when the dust settle your boy
had a broken collar bone. 

Beverly Ann Kegley Carvajal Los Angeles Dodger Fan


I’m sure you are kicking
clouds around over that one.

Have a tune for you today … enjoy.
 

You held me up, held me down
Made me crazy, then you brought me around
Were my darkness and my light
You were my blindness and my sight

Were my shelter and my storm
Made me cold then you made me warm
You were my fever and my cure
Made me doubt then you made me sure

One step forward and two steps back
Nobody gets too far like that
One step forward and two steps back
This kind of dance can never last

You were my hope and my fears
You were my laughter and my tears
Were my destiny and my fate
Kept me movin', you made me wait

Were my weakness and my power
You were the thorn and the flower
You were my sunshine and the rain
Made me feel so good, brought so much pain

Now one step forward and two steps back
Nobody gets too far like that
One step forward and two steps back
This kind of dance can never last

And we were never really meant for each other
We were never really meant to last
In the years that we danced together
Each step forward we took two steps back
Each step forward we took two steps back

Now one step forward and two steps back
Nobody gets too far like that
One step forward and two steps back
This kind of dance can never last

One step forward and two steps back
Nobody gets too far like that
One step forward and two steps back
This kind of dance can never last

Thursday, April 11, 2013

Dear Beverly


Just stopped by to say hello.

          You remembered me.

Always.

Beverly Ann Kegley Carvajal




All-square, your boys won 4 – 3
You’d have a smile on your face about now.

It isn't right that you're not smiling.

Something so wrong about 
the way your were treated. 

Like you would say, "Oh wells."

Have a tune for you today ... enjoy.


To this day when I hear that song, I see you standing there on that lawn
Discount shades, store bought tan, flip-flops and cut off jeans
Somewhere between that setting sun, I'm On Fire and Born To Run
You looked at me and I was done, we were just getting started

I was singing to you, you were singing to me
I was so alive, never been more free
Fired up my daddy's lighter and we sang oh
Stayed there 'til they forced us out
We took the long way to your house
And I can still hear the sound
Of you saying, "Don't go"

When I think about you
I think about 17
I think about my old Jeep
I think about the stars in the sky
Funny how a melody sounds like a memory
Like a soundtrack to a July Saturday night
Springsteen

I bumped in to you by happenstance
You probably wouldn't even know who I am
But if I whispered your name, I bet there'd still be a spark
Back when I was gasoline and this old tattoo had brand new ink
And we didn't care what your momma think 'bout your name on my arm

Baby is it spring or is it summer
The guitar sound or the beat of the drummer
You hear sometimes late at night on your radio
Even though you're a million miles away
When you hear Born In The USA
Do you relive those glory days from so long ago

When you think about me
Do you think about 17
Do you think about my old Jeep
Think about the stars in the sky
Funny how a melody sounds like a memory
Like a soundtrack to a July Saturday night
Springsteen, Springsteen

Woah-oh-oh-oh Woah-oh-oh-oh Woah-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh
Woah-oh-oh-oh woah-oh-oh-oh Woah-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh

Funny how a melody sounds like a memory
Like a soundtrack to a July Saturday night
Springsteen, Springsteen, oh, Springsteen

Woah-oh-oh-oh Woah-oh-oh-oh Woah-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh
Woah-oh-oh-oh woah-oh-oh-oh Woah-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh
Woah-oh-oh-oh Woah-oh-oh-oh Woah-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh
Woah-oh-oh-oh woah-oh-oh-oh Woah-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh

Wednesday, April 10, 2013

Dear Beverly


Just stopped by to say that you are always in my heart.

           Mi Amor, you remembered me.

Always.

Beverly Ann Kegley Carvajal


Love
Kindness
Respect

With these, there is
no need for control.

The laptop doesn’t
need to be hidden.

Email accounts don’t
have to be deleted.

Comments on Facebook
should not be viewed as a threat. 

Love
Kindness
Respect

Sorry, that five-run eighth did your boys in.
Padres 9 … your Dodgers 3.
You didn’t lose any ground … still a ½ game out.

Have a tune for you today … enjoy.

Link:  Sara Evans: Low

Like your dreams were meant to fly, like a bird up in the sky
Just like Heaven's somewhere up above clouds
I was made to raise my voice, lift my hands up and rejoice
Just like Jesus they couldn't keep him down low

Like the way your mama felt the very first time you were held
The way your daddy still looks at your mama now
Ain't that the way that love should be? Gets you high, makes you believe
There's nothing in this world can get us down low

I'm gonna roll this stone away
Live my life my way and stand up on my faith
Just like the sun rises every day
The tide is gonna change
You can't keep me low

Now when my worries seem too big, I'm gonna dance like David did
'Cause hallelujah I am glory bound
No, I won't be afraid when trouble gets in my face
I'll turn my back and stomp that devil down low

Oh, I'm gonna roll this stone away
Live my life my way and stand up on my faith
Just like the sun rises every day
The tide is gonna change
You can't keep me low

I won't let my dreams get buried even when I'm feeling down
I won't linger in the darkness, I'll be walking out!

I'm gonna roll this stone away
Let the light shine on my face and stand up on my faith
Just like the sun rises every day
The tide is gonna change

Oh, I'm gonna roll this stone away
Live my life my way and stand up on my faith
Just like the sun rises every day
The tide is gonna change
You can't keep me low
No, you can't keep me low

Tuesday, April 9, 2013

Dear Beverly

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Just stopped by to say hello.

        You remembered me.

Always.

Beverly Ann Kegley Carvajal


Good news, my boys didn’t play yesterday
and yet they moved up in the standings.

When you consider how badly
they have been playing,
not playing could be a good strategy.

We open at home tonight against your boys.
You know the rules.

I pull for the Padres
and you root, root, root
for your beloved Dodgers.

I do thank God for one thing,
at least you were not an Angel fan.
If that were the case
my boys wouldn’t stand a chance.


Have a tune for you today.

You would listen to his “Moments” album.
Over and over again.
Wonder what the attraction was?

And then saw him in concert.
And their we were at Denny’s
after midnight, and he walks in.
You were like a little kid.
Oh, how you loved your tunes.

Here’s one from “Moments” … enjoy.


I never dreamed
I never dreamed before I started
That I'd chosen such a hard hard road to choose
Farewell sweet dreams
But now it seems
That I will forever sing the blues
Hey that I will forever sing the blues

Hey lookin back
It could have been predicted
Yes lookin back
It could easily have been foretold
Oh but we were blind
And who at that time
Who was worried 'bout the winter and cold mmmm
Who was worried 'bout the winter and the cold mmm
Well alright!

Well excuse me if you catch me feelin sorry
If my smile gets hidden behind last night's headlines
Well it's not good news
But I'll sing the blues
Life keeps getting harder all the time
Yes life keeps getting harder yeah all the time
Yes life keeps getting harder yeah all the time
All the time yeah

Whoah all the time

Yeah just keep on yeah
Just keep on yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah
All the time... all the time
It just keeps on yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah
All the time... whoah all the time
Whoah alright yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah
Alright yeah