Absurd Third Werd.Moon June Spoon...mb
The Awful Waffle
I've always been torn An' a little lovelorn I'm twisted Blacklisted An' worn I have a loose grip On the wheel of my ship It's mistin' I'm listin' This trip I can't see the docks Or the wind when it talks Poseidon He's hidin' The rocks I spy a lost gull As the shoals crush my hull In the hell Of the swell An' lull Squall rages to gale An' I no longer bail I succumb An' become A whale sept9/2008 |
That Don't Make It Right
you might be some cool dude
or you might be a square you might be pretty business-shrewd or talk to folks who are not there you might be a food inspector or you might be a king or maybe you are just some jester who's forced to dance and sing that don't make it right oh baby it just ain't right we can sit here and talk all night my friend but we don't get the chance to do it all again that don't make it right you might be a shepherd's wife who has a way with words and diction dreaming of a better life but you can only write bad fiction you might be a billionaire whose passion has gone listless you might live without a care or maybe you're just his mistress that don't make it right oh baby it just ain't right we can sit here and talk all night my friend but we don't get the chance to do it all again that don't make it right you might be a profound preacher in churches or tabernacles acclaimed to be a tremendous teacher but you still wear your shackles you might be a man of men or beg below a steeple but you won't know the why or when you're judged before the people that don't make it right oh baby it just ain't right we can sit here,drink,laugh and grin try and fool each other but then again that don't make it right Oct8/2008 |
Thistles and Whistles
you asked me how I knew
that I loved you you smiled sadly as I thought madly for the perfect thing to say to move you in that way you pretended to pout after the silence ran out and I stuttered as I muttered words which only got in the way forming some old cliche my head started to swim when you talked about him as I saw you to your train and I tried to explain how my feelings were true just as the whistle blew apr3/2008 |
Emily Jo-Hannah
I tried to seduce her
With conversation and gin It was cold outside And I wanted in Snow'd begun falling When the first smile finally broke It warmed up the place As we shared a smoke Emily Jo-Hannah Touches my leg with her toes Emily Jo-Hannah Blushes-the tension grows Her eyes were the colour Of warm molasses brown bread And I made a point of hanging On every word she said When she was younger Said she lived on a bay Was a sculptress of things The tides washed away Emily Jo-Hannah's Voice suddenly slows Emily Jo-Hannah Shrugs says that's how it goes I woke up beside her As she was leaving the bed I used to be somebody She quietly said She brought back coffee And some grilled cheese melt I reached out and touched her Said I knew just how she felt Emily Jo-Hannah Kisses the tip of my nose Emily Jo-Hannah Without any clothes (she tried to seduce me with conversation and gin it was cold outside and she wanted in) oct2/2008 |
This. Is. ****ing. Brilliant. Please dude, write more, and I really want to collaberate! Show me music man! I got so lost in these songs, I felt the story and they showed me pictures. Awesome!
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Hate This Song
Part of me is sayin'
That I hate this song 'Nother voice is whisperin' I might be wrong Still a third is whinin' An' beginnin' to pout 'Bout havin' nothin' to say An' feelin' left out Part of me is singin' Just a little off tune Part of me is sleepin' Just a little past noon Cause one of these voices Deep inside of my head Apparently didn't hear me Askin' to repeat what I said Part of me is writin' An' it flows like a dream Words pourin' out Like current in midstream But now all of them voices Ain't doin' nothin' excitin' They're lost for words Cause they can't read my writin' oct12/2007 |
Let Go of My Heart(and I'll Let Go of Your hair)
let go of my heart
you ain't gonna break it i got a little faith left and you ain't gonna shake it all i need is just a little time to find me again and i'll be fine let go of may heart,girl (and i'll let go of your hair) let go of my soul you ain't gonna curse it it's all i'll ever be and you can't reimburse it all i need is for wounds to heal time to mend it's no big deal let go of my heart,girl (and i'll let go of your hair) B7... E A7 E A7 B7 A7 E A7 E B7 E A7 B7 ty for the compliment. |
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I also like the repetition of the first and last stanzas in which you simply change the pronoun to show the reciprocity of their feelings. I like how you create a sense of Emily Jo-Hannah's history and weave it into the current moments the two are experiencing together, all within one short song. I admire that you tell a story concisely especially since I'm almost always overly long with my lyrics! One word I wish were different is "things" in these lines: "Was a sculptress of things/The tides washed away." Compared to all the specific details you use elsewhere, "things" seems so generic, though I couldn't think of a good substitute...just that I wished there were one. The cheese melt was a nice touch, although I at first debated with myself whether it was too specific such that it became humorous...but I decided I liked it. The simple gesture of someone bringing another food in bed is sweet and comforting. I enjoyed the detail of Emily once being a sculptress. I like the idea of her having worked at things that didn't last or pan out...but she appears to be going on with her life and enjoying it. I was reminded of completely fabricated lyrics I wrote about a man who meets a woman who makes sculptures from twisty-ties: "Then one night he went out to eat, gave his order to a stranger who smiled. He thought, she’d be someone he’d like to meet. She seemed so open like a child. She saved twisty-ties from bags of breads, wove them into colorful tapestries, characters with twisty-tie ring heads, and mobiles swaying in the breeze." http://www.musicbanter.com/song-writ...tml#post725912 Maybe that was Emily Jo-Hannah when she lived by the bay! ;) I like the combination of regrets, understanding, acceptance, and comfort in these lyrics. Your description makes the events feel vividly real, as if they could have really happened. |
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Hi Vegangelica
Wow.Thanks for both the nice words and the good constructive criticism!I had not thought about the word "things".But what you said gave me some food for thought.I was trying to use it as a metaphor I guess,to give the impression that in the past she tried to"create" things ( was it a family or a marriage or something else----something of importance to her for sure ---) that the tides "of time" took away.This was an afterthought of the original first draft of that verse.I tried to coax it out more,but I think it still remains obscure. Personally,I find that the line "And i made a point of hanging on every word she said" is somewhat weak.But I despise editing a piece of writing once I feel like it's pretty much done,UNLESS,suddenly a more accurate and honest line or word comes to mind. I understand your feelings about how easy it is for a piece to become too wordy.I used to do it myself.I have binders to prove it.In the last few years though ,I have been making a more conscious effort to try and say more with fewer words.Another thing for me recently,I learning to give hints in a song or poem,about things which may or may not have happened,instead of blurting it right out, so much easier for me to clean up those details - if they're not important to the main idea I'm trying to convey that is....lol Again,thanks so much for taking the time to respond.You really did give me stuff to think about,and apply in the future.It made my day.Keep writin'. |
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Sometimes
Sometimes,I look into your eyes
Penetratin' your disguise An' I see you Starin' into space Wearin' a different face Sometimes I wanna free you Sometimes I wanna be you Sometimes... Darlin',I'm beamin' when you smile An' you kiss me once every while But now I see through It's like you're fast asleep And you don't hear me weep Sometimes I wanna wake you Sometimes I wanna break you Sometimes... Honey,I don't think you know But it's time for me to go Then I see you You're back here with me Where you think you oughta be Sometimes I wanna save you Sometimes just enslave you Sometimes... Aug24/2008 |
The Life And Death Of Otis Brown Part One
He sat all alone
By a weathered headstone One evening,silent,not a sound His mind full of thoughts As he pondered that rock In those lonely graveyard grounds One wizened finger Seemed to linger On the faint etchings in the granite stone But the years had long erased The hallowed place Where once a name had shown Between his legs In a brown paper bag A bottle of cheap wine To keep fresh His old feeble flesh As he sat before this shrine He did not know The corpse below It was not why he came To this boneyard So cold,so hard To this headstone with no name He lit a smoke And then he spoke To the one who had long since died Friend he said I know you're dead So I figure you're qualified Ya see,I'm getting old My clay's getting cold I'm just an old vagabond But before I go I'd sure like to know What it's like in the great beyond And then he paused To rest his jaws And to muse how the other might reply Then he damn near choked On his smoke When he thought He'd heard a sigh He was a little ruffled When he heard a muffled Voice speak from the deep Who is he That speaks to me And awakes me from my sleep? Well he sputtered To the voice that had muttered With such dark and dismal sounds I'm from these parts He said with a fearful heart And my name is Otis Brown I sure didn't mean To disturb your dreams If dreaming is what the dead do But I'm searching out facts (Said he as he began to relax) Of what is and isn't true Well Otis Brown Said the voice underground Is that the fragrance of wine I smell? Give me a sip And I'll give you a tip Of happy heaven and horrid hell Otis quickly agreed And the earth with selfish greed Soaked up the liquor he poured Then out it squelched A satisfied belch As the last drops of wine were absorbed Ah fruit of the vine It's been a long time The voice lustily said It's the one thing I've craved Since being stuffed in this grave A drawback of being dead But now that I think Something to put me right in the pink Would one of your fine smokes So if you'd an extra one- Don't mind the pun But for a puff I think I'd croak Uncertain of proper etiquette Otis lit another cigarette And propped it up on the headstone He watched as a plume Of the smokey fume Rose into the air as if blown Ah,that hits the spot And I thank you a lot But just before I answer your plea We will play a game You must guess my name Before you get any answers from me I should have guessed There'd be some test! Otis said with a frown But how can I claim To know your name You being so long in the ground? All I need Is your expertise Yet you hold the truth from me Like a good bloke I gave you a smoke And wine to ease sobriety There came not a sound From that one underground Until the voice sulkingly said You're being hard-hearted To someone's dearly departed Do you think it's a picnic being dead? How'd you think it'd feel To be a worm's meal And with so much time on my hands? Being buried down here Ain't no budding career And it sure ain't no disneyland Be that as it may Otis interjected to say I don't think you're treating me right For you to act so When the things that you know Might comfort me in the dark of the night So as for your name And your little silly game I reckon I choose to not play I still got time For another bottle of wine So to hell with you 'til judgement day Otis started to rise But was caught by surprise By a bony claw that burst from below It clutched to his leg Shook him like a limp rag Then began pulling him in an undertow You'll stay here with me To keep me company The voice said in an ominous tone I can no longer bear Being alone down here Beneath this cursed gravestone Wait!Otis exclaimed I know a game And my life will be the stakes! If you're up to the task I question I'll ask- But our deal we must seal with a shake Agreed!Cried the voice Seems I have little choice Since you're putting up such a fight But you already know My foolish foe You'll be below before the end of the night Two hands were clasped Like two angry asps One of flesh,the other of bone Two wills collide One dead,One alive One vibrant with life,the other moss-grown Begin!Said the dead You're in over your head For soon you shall be mine! Otis thought in a flash For the question he'd ask His query,his only lifeline- "Tell me the thing That makes a bird sing And without thought makes a heart rejoice Tell me what makes A dead heart ache And gives what is not,a voice?" Otis glared at the grave Of that deadly depraved Saying,Do you know the answer I seek? You appear rather bold For being rotted and cold So now I command you to speak There came not a sound From that graveyard mound As it considered the words Otis spoke Finally it said You deal with the dead And this wager I hereby revoke The old bony fist Wrapped around Otis' wrist And the voice now sinister explained You owe a debt You lost the bet For you never guessed my name Indeed I did! Otis crowed to the dead As he brought the wine bottle crashing down And just like a charm It severed the arm Of the demon deep in the ground He picked up the hand Of that long dead man And on the shrine by use of buddy's finger bone So self assured He scratched out the words Half Handless on that ancient gravestone Then Otis stood Though his legs felt like wood And said I may be a vagabond But I've more stuff to do Than to live like my life were through As though I were already in the great beyond He turned to walk away Then stopped long enough to say Dead man - with the self-crafted strife Contrary to what you said- You're the one in over YOUR head For the answer to my riddle is Life Aug 1994 |
Add yer best to it!!! (Salvadore Dali Meets Hunter S Thompson style if you please)
Untitled and Undone #31
"Trickle",said the stream as it flowed into my dream it splashed and licked the stones beneath my unshod feet,telephones blossomed into hummingbirds then fluttered into secret words which reminded me of kids at play of ancient rhymes and yesterday. "Grumble",said the man as he ate another can of silver things and open doors of faint rumblings and metaphors he came in low across the sky perched within a needle's eye displacing a murder of crows he snorted,then he picked his nose. |
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I rushed over to your house to beg you not to go,but all I saw were the oil stains in your driveway.
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The December Song
Last thing I remember
In that third week of November I had my gun,my girlfriend and the truck We knew that they was comin' So we couldn't risk it thumbin' We'd make it with a lil gas an' a lot a luck I met the girl beside me By chance,but she called it "destiny" An' this truck I found just on down the block With the keys hidden so clever An' this gun I've had forever An' trust me friend,I know how to make it talk Well the pa of my little honey Owed some folks a lot of money An' he'd lit town so they was lookin' for his kin Long ago I'd laid down my pistol For the love of my darlin' Crystal An' for the same reason,today,I picked it up again An' this is what it came to amountin' Our backs against the wall with seconds countin' She held my hand as I held my gun in that firestorm I don't remember them pleadin'(Red on my shoes) but I don't 'member them bleedin' All I recall it was late in the fall An' both my hands were warm March 27/2008 |
Add your best to it,good citizens!
He wasn't that good
at much in particular- 'cept strummin' guitars, pointin' out Mars, an' rhymin' words like perpendicular. (Now to work on "orange"...) |
Her presence wafted into the room like comfort bathed in light.
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Double Cheese and Brown
im gonna take my paycheck and
buy a fourwheeler talk pretty to the girl and try to steal her (heart) gonna take her for a spin down by the river gonna keep her warm if she starts to shiver gonna lay in the sun maybe pick her wild flowers laughin' and kissin' and whilin' away the hours if i can't find no girl or afford no four wheeler if i ain't got the cash to even purchase a "peeler" and if im all alone with no one to spoon hell,i might as well jump out of this hot air balloon oct14/2011 |
Non Sequitur
Scenarios and alibis
Some cheerios or fresh cut fries It's "Thar she blows!" Well my oh my... (She loves the O's as I do I's) Ontario's deep backwood flies I gots to go's!I say me' byes... January 26,2012 |
Really nice stuff. Nice to see another Nova Scotian.
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There was a time when I was solid
There was a time I had thick lush hair Don't remember when everything got squalid Cause it wasn't me and I wasn't there... Do you remember when we had that old car And dirt roads as far as either of us could see 'Member when I got that deep scar? That looked a bit like you and a lot like me Do you remember the year that I stopped drinking Cause your smile had hardened and turned to stone I was sitting at our kitchen table and thinking Must I numb myself to feel at home? There was a time when I was solid There was a time I had thick lush hair Don't remember when everything got squalid Cause it wasn't me cause I wasn't there... |
Having a cold beverage.
So there it is.A few lines and a chorus.Add your best to it!No reasonable facsimile will be refused!All for wordy fun!Cheers!
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It was cold as a Mother in Law's kiss.
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It was as cold as yesterday's donair.
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"The cold hard truth bit into him like an early morning January sunrise."
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Ok,that's it,I'm done I quit..tomorrow's not yet nor am I.So I'll slide awhile on marbled tile of dreams and reams of paper.
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There once was a certain man who lived in a hotel on a main street of a large town .The common room faced the street and from where the man always sat, he could see the goings-on and passersby through the large picture window.He started to notice that the women who passed by would stare at him and smile,sometimes coyishly perhaps brushing a strand of hair from their faces at the last moment,and then rushing on.It continued for sometime.Finally,unable to contain himself,the man confided in his next door neighbour the startling facts.It was at this point Dwayne (his next door neighbour) stated the women,in fact,were not looking at him,but they were on their way some where and they were making sure they looked ok by checking themselves out in the reflection of the glass and that,in fact,none of them had even notice the man.Upon hearing this,the man promptly moved to another hotel.Dwayne never heard from the man again.
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