My ode to the Des Moines House

Ode to South west six

Meet on the back deck it’s time to reminisce
Wildman is waiting with his smoking walking stick
That’s where our little oasis exists
Bob and Jack sets the mood, smoke thick, our conversations click

Down memory lane, must pay respect to 118
Pause for a moment of silence because that’s where we began
RBI Baseball, dessert storm, you can run, you hide, but can’t escape my love state
I wasn’t the hipster quite yet, but we had plans and the wild man
Move on down the road to a little home on south west six
Kylebuddy is along for the kicks the hipster wants chicks;
Take a sip form Wall’s lemonade mix. I believe at the time we were 73 cents rich, but that won’t stick
The band set up in the basement, playing Eve 6 for Dean, he does the Black Hawk rain dance
At a glance he seems to be in a hypnotic trance as he performs this mystical prance
Put that couch there, put that chair here, set up the ball pit in the corner
Does any one remember if sober Stan was a foreigner?


Meet on the back deck it’s time to reminisce
Wildman is waiting with his smoking walking stick
That's where our little oasis exists
Bob and Jack sets the mood, smoke thick, our conversations click

What shall we play while we drink?
Drunken Uno, Hockey, or about two up two down, what do you think
Zach you can play but no cheating, you neither Kyle buddy
Please don’t say your going to study we’ve got months until finals
In our first clothes draft I got the rebels hoodie
That was first round steal but that extra long tall is for Wild Mann hands off
Now we’re popular with all the ladies that used to scoff
When you guys throwing a party, I want to hang with you again
Ladies it’s not attractive when you’re easily attained
But now for you’ll entertain the crowd
Please stop being loud and no staying is not allowed


Meet on the back deck it’s time to reminisce
Wildman is waiting with his smoking walking stick
That's where our little oasis exists
Bob and Jack sets the mood, smoke thick, our conversations click


It never fails at three in the morning
Zach and Ross drunken singing their girls start to send warnings
Early that night we had a dancer for Billy jean not my lover
That Hipster has a new girl to discover
Liston’s chasing his toy on the wood floor and he can’t stop
There he went, flop, he’s back and ready to take it from the top
Dishes are piling up, check the calendar get them done before midnight
Get home early Walls making his taco dip tonight
We’ve got band practice at ten and now we’re 2 shots last letter
Except Braden feels that EP true is better but just for him
We’ve got a friend named Marcus but we call him Jim

Meet on the back deck it’s time to reminisce
Wildman is waiting with his smoking walking stick
That's where our little oasis exists
Bob and Jack sets the mood, smoke thick, our conversations click

Break out the old crow and the face paint Braden’s got a b-ball game
Chants of “Rogiane” and “Shoot it” might throw off their aim
Happy 21st Scottie is the name, and then his puke came
And went drip-drip drop on the bartender, take him to the car
You think this group would call it a night, but apparently you don’t know who we are
Kyle buddy grab your guitar, let’s play that song by Lit
Remember when Dean said, “yeah we need it” better make all that meat fit
Does anyone know what’s taking Jim so long?
“Sorry guys I got side tracked I took a nap,” He said we all went along
Riddlin kids was our first song, that weekend my brother wore the crown
I had my prime as a bachelor with a fixed turn signal on the bathroom sink but Jim almost burnt the place down.

Meet on the back deck it’s time to reminisce
Wildman is waiting with his smoking walking stick
That's where our little oasis exists
Bob and Jack sets the mood, smoke thick, our conversations click

Off to the hall tap for a show
Someone ask Wildman if the wood pile gives a good blow
Leg in the air, I’m 6’4” Wildman swears
The other day he peeled the an orange and yes that has a double meaning
For some drinks at Scotties’ we are all convening
Wall pasted out, we wrote him a note and taped it to him so it would last
Went to McDonalds and order a number 10 she said, “Sir we’re serving breakfast”
To the loft you say for another night of fun
We should have thought through being back those girls we’re always thinking on the run
Good thing you pasted out or you might have son, as for the hipster I had my normal outcome
No matter no we beat that drum, a good time was the sum

Meet on the back deck it’s time to reminisce
Wildman is waiting with his smoking walking stick
That's where our little oasis exists
Bob and Jack sets the mood, smoke thick, our conversations click

Summer time Summer Time
El Dora is in its prime
We came up with that ain’t my shit
Whiffle ball was a huge hit
We had the pear tree, the bunnies and El orchard that’s Spanish for “The Orchard”
Calling friends over to hang out and dropping water balloons was our from of torture
Had a sweet pool on the deck
Until Liston used to paw to give it a check
I know in my ability to error some memories and people I forgot
So I leave that open with there’s always room for what not
And lastly it wouldn’t be right to not mention the great Ranger Rott

Meet on the back deck it’s time to reminisce
Wildman is waiting with his smoking walking stick
That's where our little oasis exists
Bob and Jack sets the mood, smoke thick, our conversations click




From the office of Cotton Fields