So here we are
Here we are
Hangin’ in the Always
Tryin’ to find a place
A place called New
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In The Wind These Words
Fall is sad
Winter’s lonely
Not so bad
For the trees
If the leaves would only
Stop living up to their names
Put an end
To their falling games
Maybe the leaves
Would change their ways
If the trees would start
To call them stays
…I should have known
When we first met
She picked me up
I’d won the bet
As I got in
And sat beside her
I saw her car
It was a Spyder
Now it’s as dark
As darkness gets
She spins me
From her spinnerets
Life
Blooming
It’s as good as it gets
Finding love
Blooming
In the land of a million sunsets
In the land of a million sunsets
What I’ve found
Blooming
It’s the most life lets
Finding love
Blooming
In the land of a million sunsets
In the land of a million sunsets…
Don’t want to hold you down
Like the laces of an umbrella
Meant to tie it when it’s down
Tie it up to hold it down
Gonna hold you up, not hold you up
Just want to hold you up
Let your wings open wide
Meant to fly
Not tied down
Fly high in the sky
Not tied
Completely unbound
To let you fly
I only want to let you fly
I only want to hold you up, to let you fly
I share with you a sad, sad story. The sad, sad story of Handsstill and Regrettel…
We…
Hold these truths
To be self-evident
They…
Withhold all truths
To fit their narrative
We’re…
Live and let live
Don’t tread on me
They’re…
Take and no give
What’s yours belongs to me
They flip that story
Handy
But their witches house
Is made of candy
The Handsstill’s and Regrettel’s
Think it’s all dandy
All fat and happy in their cages
While the world around them rages….
I would like to think
Our time together
Not all disposable
Our memories memorable
All pictures poseable
As I look back
I take a drink
We shared a love
I’d like to think…
Step
Don’t step
Do
Don’t do
I’ll be me
You do you
A choice to make
A choice for you
But not for time
I’m at war with my peripheral vision,
Don’t let the freedom of America become a lost idea, a memory.
CRICKETS AND COWBELLS
Crickets and Cowbells is the closest I will probably ever get to writing lyrics for a country song.
I intended a dark Stephen King-like play on twisting perspectives. The first half of which would have you believe it were lyrics to a country song about young love...two young lovers enjoying a sunny summer day in the country.
The chorus gives the first hint of the reality of the scene portrayed.
They may have been two young lovers, but in the second half of the song, you learn they would only wish they were enjoying a sunny summer day in the country.
KEEP YOUR PROMISE
“Wrapped by your mother, given on your birthday, you are a gift to the world...
keep your promise.”
— rAveNswAn
IN TIME YOU WILL FIND ME
Started off with some George Carlin-like fun ended with words within words.
ADAEDA
In my thus far pathetic efforts to learn to play guitar, I came across a series of guitar chords, A, D, A, E, D and A, that form a basic blues guitar riff.
To me, it sounded like a woman's name, Adaeda, and naturally, as it was inspired by a riff, she has the blues.
FORTUITOUS FOR TWO OF US
Inspired by just another play on words...similar to "...'til ravens wane." and "'...til rAveNswAn," "Forlorn for Lauren" or "Philadelphia, Pennsylvania...Fill'd with death, ya pens'll hang ya."
I like finding words you can almost lay over each other and in a twisted and muffled way, they sound the same.
Two thought threads were sewn together to come up with this one. First, the concept of someone being "saved" by another, thus assuming the other to be an angel, then longing for proof.
The second thread, the cable downing Hell's elevator, manned by none other than Dante Alighieri.
Birden the albatross carries peoples' problems in a sack on his back. The load is heavy and he needs some help.
He tries to enlist help from many other birds he encounters, including a carrier pigeon and a carrion crow, but none will help him carry.
Finally, he receives a message from a man who wants his problem back. The man realized he needs to take responsibility for it, consequently lightening Birden's load.
(Akin to an Aesop's Fable)
YANG'S NOT SO DARK BUT SCARY STORY
Sequel to Yin's Dark and Scary Story
Yang, a baby polar bear, is afraid of the light because she cannot see herself.
Hear how she too is saved from her daydream nightmare by a white maned knight mare as told by the now familiar black and white hare who also happened to witness it there.
Yin, a baby black bear, is afraid of the dark because he cannot see himself.
Hear how he is saved from his nightmare by a black maned knight mare as told by the black and white hare who witnessed it there…