Letty,
Thank you for sharing that.
The unborn song died in the quiet throat
And vibrated there.
I really like that so short and to the point and discriptive all at the same time.
I'm always wordy BlueMonkey, just look at my posts. No offence taken.
Thank you, BlueMonkey. That was a very sad time in our lives.
Drops of rain and falling leaves
Are tumbling through my weathered roof
The music sends then up and out
They slowly fade away
Someone's hands are dealing cards
That fall and make a tiny mark
Upon the brilliant shining sun
He does the best he can
When will it be today love
Hours just pass me by
When will it be today love
Hours just pass me by
Turning points and going straight
Are thoughts I've often entertained
I'm haunted by a magic spell
I've never really known
If by chance there comes a time
When little boys will turn and grow
I'll find the time I've never lost
Inside my open mind
When will it be today love
Hours just pass me by
When will it be today love
Hours just pass me by
Drops of rain and falling leaves
Are tumbling through my weathered roof
The music sends then up and out
They slowly fade away
tcb. That's haunting, all right. "...he does the best he can..." caught my eye immediately. Why? I haven't a clue.
Old song Letty (minor key)
A bit self-absorbed but non the less therapeutic at the time
Cheers
t
Tall man he was to those who knew him
Small man he was to none
"And be careful of the blinding corn
Be thankful of thee and yours"
He would say to me
He would say to me
Half-cocked he was to those who dug him
Not cocked enough to the few who shrugged him
"Pull the curtains when you rob the store
Be sure to watch out for the law"
He would say to me
He made a point of telling me
Dead man he was to those who slew him
Having some fun when they shot right through him
"Pull the curtains when you rob the store
Be thankful for thee and yours"
He would say to me
He made a point of telling me
tcb, those are great posts! Everything I have posted here is old, and I do wish for your sense of brevity and simplicity. I always feel my songs are overly complicated.
This is just a fragment, can't find the whole song:
I regret I never told you you were pretty as a picture,
I hate that I can never say I woke you with a kiss.
I'm filled with mixed regrets about the times we never shared,
I never broke your heart, but then I never made it sing.
CAV
Thanks.
The verse you posted is simple enough....
Post some more...I will too
Cheers
Ted
The creativity and generous sense of sharing on this thread is something that feeds my soul each time I come here. Please never stop. Now I'll go back to reading.
Another from the 'long time ago file'.
Treason, Ruts and Reasons
Saturday, and it's about noon
Playin' my six string, and thinkin' bout you
Where'd you go, and how've you been
Since we parted, this time last June
They say there's a reason, for everything
I might know of one or two
And there's one, two, three
Four, five, six
Then I lose count
You see, there's treason
Ruts and reasons, causing doubt
Oh, and treason, ruts and reasons
Sum up things, that don't work out
Think that I'll go outside
Me and guitar in tune
Try to sing you off my mind
But, I may be a hopeless case
Every time the wind blows
It reminds me of your hair and how it flows
How many times, must we splinter
Before we split apart
Well, there's one, two, three
Four, five, six
Down for the count
Again, it's treason
Ruts and reasons, causing doubt
Oh, and treason, ruts and reasons
To sum up things, to sum up things
Oh, that don't work out, ah yeah
Bridge:
Next time I swear, I'll try harder
Maybe you'll hear this song and call
I don't know
Until then, I'll be making rhymes
And keeping time
While I'm waiting
(Before anyone gets offendedÂ…these lyrics depict and actual occurrence I witnessed in Manhattan's Penn StationÂ…albeit with a smidgen of "poetic license" thrown in by me)
Poor Old Nun
Alone and brown with her wooden bowl
Her crusted hands, her lifeless soul
She sits all day with her head held low
Is she begging for Jesus or dinner?
Poor old nun, no she hasn't anyone
And the church in which she lives is getting older
She just begs all day "For the Church" the people say
I never knew the lord our god drank vodka
There she sits with her book of lies
"A dime for the poor!" we hear her cry
"It matters not what faith you are
Cause I've a tip on a horse that's a winner"
Poor old nun no she hasn't any fun
And that cross around her neck's not getting lighter
Dear blessed one, the say his work is never done
I never knew the lord drank scotch and soda
I think that is quite powerful there tcb.
Thanks Cav...
But I'm just the reporter
c&c=Cheers & Ciao
t
Wicked Past
People say things without thought
The damage inside me rot
I continue pretending to ignore
Not knowing the anger I inhibit, the anger I store
I grow older and it returns
My insides on fire as I burn
Chorus
Twisted is the past
Never healed by a figurative cast
People come and go
Taking a piece of me as a trophy to show
I can scrub but never become clean
I am dirty from every angle seen
I've tried to move on without looking back
Evil against me a million times stacked
A jagged scare across my face cast
Twisted is the wicked past
The past grips with hooks of pain
Using its vacuum to suck out my sane
Not allowing me the strength to fight
So I close my eyes and slowly lose sight
The danger of the past can touch me no more
Because it push me one final push
now my life paints the floor
Chorus
I finally have peace at last
Twisted was my wicked past
Skin Case
My heart was kicked
With the force of hate
bruised and damaged I cried
Tears filled my hands
I drown in dispare
But a figure floated by
I saw you there
Chorus
A scent of life drifts my way
I breath it in my lungs to stay
Touched by love my heart unbruised
Your hand in mine forever fused
Through sickness and in health I'll be by your side
whispering my secrets in your ear I confide
Every morning waking up with a smile on my face
Because i am next to a jewel in a skin case
With a rainbow smile
My self pity clouds drift apart
You lift my head up
Kiss of silk given to my cheeks
embarrassment shades of red
Conversational band-aides
As my blood elsewhere fled
Chorus
With you as my hope
Loss is extinct
Anger immunity I gain
A taste of love smooth
Danger cannot stop
Rain cannot wash away
I love you now and forever day after day
Every morning I do wake up with a smile on my face
Because every morning it is next to a jewel in a skin case
Gotta Get (December Song)
Gotta get that inflatable snowman
Gotta get that string of lights
Gotta get that plastic Santa Claus
Got no time for Silent Nights
Gotta heat up those appetizers
Gotta get that champagne iced
Gotta get that party platter
Got no time for the birth of Christ
(work in progess)
SealPoet, it must be finished, I love it already.
tcb, I noticed your comment about your earlier post being 'self-indulgent'. Personally, I think everything I have written is self-indulgent, but I will continue to soldier on posting here, given that it's my thread, heh heh.
LULLABY SONG
One day I'll sing someone lullabies,
and she'll look to me with love in her eyes.
Chorus:
Make me no promises and you'll tell me no lies,
and I'll love you while the moment lingers.
One day I'll hold someone dear
and go to the ends of the earth, and she'll still be near me.
(Chorus)
Bridge:
Tonight I'll dream of my lover even though I've never seen her face,
and of course I'll dream of you as well, but it won't be so flattering,
as I've been betrayed one too many times by your soft Spanish eyes.
One day I'll sing someone love songs,
and she'll look to me and smile, and wonder what's wrong.
Chorus 2:
Make me no promises and you'll tell me no lies,
and I'll love you while the moment lingers....tonight.
Great, seal and Cav. (that ought to be on someone's Christmas menu)
When I was in advertising, I wrote a bunch of jingles and sang them too. Here's a Christmas jingle from a local dairy company:
From our local dairy,
A very, a very Merry Christmas.
To everyone listening a bright and a glistening
Merry Christmas to you.
And when you want to serve holiday guests,
(name of dairy) egg nog is really the best.
From our local dairy,
A very, a very Merry Christmas to you!
Hey, it ain't Bach, but it sold lots of egg nog.
Cav
I soak up self absorption like a soggy sponge..Rock on
Cheers
t
