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The moon over my barn just now

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Coming soon! My new novel, THE CURSE OF OUR PROFOUND DISORDER, from Parisian Phoenix Publishing!! Watch this site for more info!!

ON SALE NOW! A Man in her Arms & Other Stories (Erotica)

ON SALE NOW! A MAN IN HER ARMS & OTHER STORIES (EROTICA)

On Sale Now!1954 Powder Blue Pickup (erotica)

On Sale Now! Half-Moon Bride (Erotica)

On Sale Now! The Guitar Hero Goes Home (Adult Experimental Fiction)

TELL MY BONES: A new play with music by Marilyn Jaye Lewis; Directed by Kevin Connell

Tell My Bones: The Life of Kentucky Outsider Artist, Helen LaFrance

Tell My Bones

Tell My Bones by Marilyn Jaye Lewis

A new play about the life of Helen LaFrance

Painting by Helen LaFrance

Helen LaFrance 100th Birthday

Helen at the church where her celebration was held

A nice close-up

She Ain’t No Virgin At All [Demo 1982]

She Ain’t No Virgin At All (Lyrics)

Lost in your room
You’ve got the dial on your radio
Tuned to the Country & Western
‘Cause you’re feeling low

Your woman calls out from her pillow
With a soft “hello”
But you can take her or leave her
‘Cause you’re thinking that you’re growing old

She drifts off to sleep
‘Til you’re lying alone with the dark
“Whatever’s the matter, won’t you tell me?”
Is her last remark

You light up a cigarette
Hiding in its lonely glow
While down in your heart hides a feeling
That never lets go

CHORUS
Kneel down, boy, realize
The Virgin Mother hears your cries
Well, hail Mary, full of grace
If you would, save me from my own disgrace
Well, I was unwise and I took a fall
You see, it seemed that my back was against the wall
And she hears you
But she ain’t no virgin at all

Dawn awaits you and
You’ve only slept an hour or so
You turn to your woman
She’s smiling and you take her slow

You’re not so old, you know
You’d like a little rock & roll
But on this Sunday morning
There’s nothing but the preacher show

You talk for a while
You like the way she understands
It hasn’t been easy
But she still wears your wedding band

They say love is forgiving
And you’re thinking that it must be so
But down in your heart
Hides a feeling that never lets go

Kneel down, boy, realize
The Virgin Mother hears your cries
Well, hail Mary, full of grace
If you would, save me from my own disgrace
Well, I was unwise and I took a fall
You see, it seemed that my back was against the wall
And she hears you
But she ain’t no virgin at all