Do it
Do it all
Then start over again
‘Cause
Even if you never grow up
You’ll never be a kid again
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And though the media
Will apply its never-ending biased spin
We will know the forBiden fruit
He pulled a Biden again
He pulled a Biden
“He did what he believed
Was legacy smart
But instead what he did
Helped it all fall apart
So epically stupid
And ‘progressively’ achieved
I pulled a muscle in jerked response
As he pulled a McCarthy”“He did what he believed
Was legacy smart
But instead what he did
Helped it all fall apart
So epically stupid
And ‘progressively’ achieved
I pulled a muscle in jerked response
As he pulled a McCarthy”
…So for you
It’s apropos to say
You can have their cakes
And eat them too
My only hope is Karma
Hope she catches up with you
Because Karma is a bitch
And believe me
She’ll know what to do
You answered with silenceBut it spoke volumesYou made it apparentAbundantly clearFor wordsThere simply was no room
The moon is full
So full it’s overflowing
The moon’s so full
So pull your covers knowing
As you peek through
The moon
It’s gonna cover you
And soon
It’s gonna bath you in its overflow
The moon
It’s gonna shower you in overglow
From one pissed off American…
…But you
You’ll never amount
To the dust of diamonds
Need to fly straight
But you swerve more
Than the winding river bends
Regret’s the only destination
Where that river ends
Every day you spend with her
You live knowing
She deserves better
But you won’t let her go
More wrong that you’ll ever know…
She says
I can’t be a member
A member of this thing called life
If I spend it all
A fallen leaf…
Do you remember
When sane was in?
But you chose to put on Dem blinders
Then some half-wit lib shouted
“Let the games begin!”
In the Land of a Million Sunsets
7.29.2021
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…
Gonna Hold You Up, Not Hold You Up
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 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…
I’m at war with my peripheral vision,
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.
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.