Tag Archives: Music
Has my song struck outFlorida
I like your music
Drunken karaoke
Stumbling elders wearing not much else but Sunshine State smiles
Escapees of all ages, retired from thinking places
Evolved, now
Intuition and third-eye compass — be damned!
Disregard for reason wafting freely into my consciousness on your cigarette smoke-laden, early morning, top-of-your-lungs, southern-drawled out conversations
About nothing that matters
But I like your music
I like it
Just Like Yesterday
Were I to wear cowgirl boots on New Year’s Eve’
Would they walk me to your shine?
Were you to spin 70’s tunes on your record player
Would your dancin’ feet meet mine?
What did you wish for on your birthday without me
A shared path for us to find?
What I begged of the Ghost of Christmas Past
A machine to turn back time….
Felt Like Nebraska
Never could fathom the ’70’s
What 60’s Kids admired
Left this old soul bewildered
These eyes always seemed to need the sun
Mediocre music, odd politics
Old Paint horsepower commanded by screaming chickens
Oh, the Pacers that couldn’t keep up
But for that tripartite campout for peace
Those white-washed years are yours
Such conspiracy — felt like Nebraska
Bring me King Elvis
King of Cool — or Dean, if you please
War heroes at the helm
Courage in the courts
Damn right, Topeka — you’re wrong
Steel with Crowns
Jets
Chieftains
Bench seats so we can stay close on cold nights
California Dreaming, it seems…my zodiac sign
It Kills Me
I cannot remember the words
The top-ten song that found us there, together again that night
A vintage crimson string, tethering us to our wild years
All we knew in common, refined in the storm of them
I sang to you in the sheets we shared
That now escaped melody, I swear to you, sugar, it kills me
If you heard me, say you remember the words
Linear Track
You should turn on your headlights and come drive ’round here
Get here fast, then cruise real slow
For this pavement may not be ready yet for such a soulful soul
Such intention and growl, bold and sweet, has long been absent from this street
May spinning wheels find linear track
Have a song playing loud in your heart, so the whole neighborhood knows
Your intentions
Whatever they may be
I’ve no wants or words of wisdom there, and you’ll do what you want, anyway
As you should, but I will say
You should turn on your headlights and come drive ’round here
Music
My longing drips from every note and I’m quite tired from it
The truth is others dance away while I am fated to sit
The aching seems to fuel the band of devils in this cruel world
What do I sing of hope and love to the woman and the girl?
Mute
I take back the lavender and the twin beds we pushed together, drunk on the pollen
Those saltwater waves and sand dunes?
Say goodbye
Every mile of concrete, each and every city song — mine alone, now!
Hot gravity and thick urban beats, such gifts I do revoke
But the mountains
I’ll let you keep
For you were late
You fell asleep
And they don’t remember you, anyway
Where We Find Ourselves
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