Ceroc Jock wrote:I aint happy 'bout the shape I'm in: I can't sing, I aint pretty 'n' my legs are thin.
Don't ask me what I think of you cos I might not give the answer that you want me to.
Oh, Well.
Peter Green is my God.
(Well, one of them. ]
Let your mind go and your body will follow. – Steve Martin, LA Story
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Sometimes, the 4 chords (which are only 3: e, D, C) at the beginning of The Green Manalishi say more to me than any lyrics.
Grant me the serenity to accept the things I cannot change, the courage to change the things I can
and the wisdom to know the difference. www.readitandweep.net Risk more than others think safe; dream more than others think practical;
care more than others think wise; desire more than others think possible..
... then the Universe is yours.
Together we have discovered
The languid fatigue of love
Interrogated all our beauty
We've turned each other inside out
Drowning in ebony tears
The long face of cherrlessness
The only bonding we share
Enlightened by degredation
The only pleasure is pain
Drowning in ebony tears
Embedded in our resentment
Lay the keys to disengage
But still we burn in persecution
For the punishment of possessiveness
I've seen the bright lights of Memphis
And the Commodore Hotel
And underneath a street lamp I met a Southern belle
Well she took me to the river, where she cast her spell
And in that Southern moonlight, she sang a song so well
If you'll be my dixie chicken, I'll be your Tennessee lamb
And we can walk together down in dixieland
Down in dixieland
Well we made all the hot spots. My money flowed like wine
Then that low down Southern whiskey began to fog my mind
And I don't remember church bells or the money I put down
On the white picket fence and boardwalk of the house at the edge of town
But boy do I remember the strain of her refrain
The nights we spent together, and the way she called my name
Oh baby, my time has come
I'm gonna step aboard this ship today and head for the sun
Don't know what I'll see there
Don't know what I'll find
But baby, I'll be happy if I find a peace of mind
Time travel, it's been getting me down
I've been gone so long I don't ever think I'm coming down
I've seen tomorrow
And I've seen yesterday
Will I see your face again
Well baby, you know I just can't say
Oh no, no
No I just can't say
Baby, I'm comin' down
I'm comin' down
No I just can't say, baby
But I'm comin' down
Yeah I'm comin' down
Oh won't you take me away, baby
Take me away, away, away
Yeah
Will we see the sunshine, baby
Will we ride the skies
Will we find tomorrow, baby
Will we travel time
Will we see the sunshine, baby
Will we ride the skies
Will we find tomorrow, baby
Will we travel time
We own the sun, we own the sky
We own tomorrow and we wanna fly...
Did you think I would leave you dying when there's room on my horse for two?
Grant me the serenity to accept the things I cannot change, the courage to change the things I can
and the wisdom to know the difference. www.readitandweep.net Risk more than others think safe; dream more than others think practical;
care more than others think wise; desire more than others think possible..
... then the Universe is yours.
The sands of time were eroded by
The river of constant change...
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Take a little trip back with father Tiresias...
I have crossed between the poles
And for me there's no mystery
Once a man, like the sea I raged
Once a woman, like the earth I gave
Ah, but there is in fact more earth than sea...
---
Genesis
Let go of my hands and for God's sake STOP BOUNCING!
Yesterday seemed as though it never existed:
Death greets me warm, now I will just say goodbye
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Grant me the serenity to accept the things I cannot change, the courage to change the things I can
and the wisdom to know the difference. www.readitandweep.net Risk more than others think safe; dream more than others think practical;
care more than others think wise; desire more than others think possible..
... then the Universe is yours.
I have held back from posting my own lyrics, but it occurs to me that I would not have posted them elsewhere if I did not like them, and musicians would not have recorded them if they did not like them too, and these got high praise from a songwriting consultant.
Sean Holland wrote that he was putting on a lot of weight. He then said he was going to the seaside. Another joked that he better take plenty of sun screen. Sean responded that, to anyone in his locality, he was sunscreen. This inspired:
"Summer days are coming
sun loving times begin
I want to surf you baby
til' the waves come rolling in
Put me on like sunscreen
wear me like a tan
I want to swim in you like water
be your loving seaside man.
Put your old love Aside
that isn't natures plan
and soon you'll find that you're beside
beside you're seaside man"
Let it be, let it be, let it be, Let it be
Whisper words of wisdom, let it be.
And when the broken hearted people
Living in the world agree,
There will be an answer, let it be.
For though they may be parted there is
Still a chance that they will see
There will be an answer, let it be.
...
And when the night is cloudy,
There is still a light that shines on me,
Shine until the 'moro, let it be.
"Some people hope for a miracle cure, Some people just accept the world as it is" -Billy Joel "I'm going to miss you when you're gone" - Dan Hudson
late night and early morning low clouds
with a chance of fog
chance of showers into the afternoon
with variable high cloudiness
and gusty winds, gusty winds
at times around the corner of
Sunset and Alvorado
things are tough all over
when the thunder storms start
increasing over the southeast
and south central portions
of my apartment, I get upset
and a line of thunderstorms was
developing in the early morning
ahead of a slow moving coldfront
cold blooded
with tornado watches issued shortly
before noon Sunday, for the areas
including, the western region
of my mental health
and the northern portions of my
ability to deal rationally with my
disconcerted precarious emotional
situation, it's cold out there
colder than a ticket taker's smile
at the Ivar Theatre, on a Saturday night
flash flood watches covered the
southern portion of my disposition
there was no severe weather well
into the afternoon, except for a lone gust of
wind in the bedroom
in a high pressure zone, covering the eastern
portion of a small suburban community
with a 103 and millibar high pressure zone
and a weak pressure ridge extending from
my eyes down to my cheeks cause since
you left me baby
and put the vice grips on my mental health
well the extended outlook for an
indefinite period of time until you
come back to me baby is high tonight
low tomorrow, and precipitation is
expected
Oh there's a very pleasant side to you
A side I much prefer
It's one that laughs and jokes around
Remember cuddles in the kitchen
Yeah, to get things off the ground
And it was up, up and away
Oh, but it's right hard to remember
That on a day like today when you're all argumentative
And you've got the face on
"Everything that happens to you is your teacher. The secret is to sit at the feet of your own life and be taught by it." Mahatma Gandhi