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Birthday Blues
Say it’s not happening; please say that it’s not true
I’m definitely getting older and feeling kinda blue
I stretch out in the morning to feel the strain of another day
Leonard Cohen says it best “I ache where I used to play”.
Driving to the CVS to buy a new bottle of pills
Another attempt by the doctor to cure me of my ills
The car behind sees my Jerry sticker and begins to cheer
“Are you a Dead Head? We’ve been fans for 20 years
‘My Dad took me when I was little to so many of their shows
Our whole family went to Chicago and Denver like it was twenty years ago.”
The light turned green and off they went.
I turned up the Landover ‘90 show with good old Jerry and Brent.
Growing older is another stage, death another door,
I have so much to look forward to... ...zillions of new releases from the Grateful Dead store.
And the road goes on forever....
BobbaLee
Why Love-(Spirit) is better than Acid-(matter)
Why Love is better than Acid.
You don't ever come down,
it is free,
it is legal,
and it never runs out.
Satellites beaming
Satellites beamingWhile the world is sleeping
Unaware
We continue to pollute
Pumping chemicals
Into the air
Now we have encoded
Matter vibration
And a million conversations
Pass through you
But you still feel lonely
Asking what kind of onion
To buy standing in the store
It's a small price to pay
To wiggle the vibrations
Fill them with useless
Information and porn
And now we work and toil
Sweat and die
So that Time Warner can decide
Which electrons our eyes
Will ride
Everyone sleeps
Satellite beams
While baby dreams
On her pillow at night
I ride the waves
To faraway lands where
People still lie
And when things get hard
They fly
Oh so sad that they closed
The book
Satellites beaming
While the world is dreaming
Dream you little dreamer
Dream your little life away
But up beyond
Around the stairs
Even where you are
You need not care
Just lift it up a little
Then a little more
The castle's keep
A tower door
The stars beyond
A leap
Wings will appear
To sleep to sleep
I will care for you
My darling until you wake
And when you pull your head
up off the pillow near
I will turn and smile
And say
Good morning dear
Barking horse with tiger claw
It's a painting not a raceWe'll all pass in and out of this together space
Space in time
But in Eternity, we are always all together
In Eternity we are always all together
We don't have to worry about it
It's all written in the book
We all stay together nobody falls away
I never lost anybody not until this day
So set your thought on kindness
And ride the waves
All the way home
I'll be waiting for you baby
I got here first
But I have been all alone
Waiting for you mama
To lighten up my fire
You burn so bright baby
I will never feel cold
So lets throw some paint on the wall
And get started making it look pretty
Dont worry about those people measuring up the walls
They never ending painting anyway
They're just learning how to stall
So let's get on with it
The eternity party never ends
Stick it hard
To the side of good
Then there are no rules
And we don't lose anybody on this trip
We all will pass in and out of this together space
Space in time
But there is no need to worry
We are already super fine.
In eternity we are always all together
We can confidently act that way here too
Cause its da twufe.
Sometimes I feel like a nut
Sometimes I feel like a nutsoftly humming to myself
on a sunny morning
It always hits me
just like a rocket ship
a sweet sweet missile of
Love divine
hitting the bullseye
everytime
I don't care anymore
I just don't care
About anything but Love
Couldn't care less
It is all funny to me
Wild waving of arms
And gesticulating
Just how that word came
Up to be used right when
I wanted to say
Gesticulating, there, there
was an opportunity,
That is really funny to me.
It is all storm and fury
Over nothing
How upset do you want
to become
Over illusion
It is unseemly and
A waste of time
Good time that could be spent
Reforming the thought around
Perfect Love.
I give you Life
Who gives you death?
Not I
I only give Life
Everlasting.
Song for stephanie
Song for stephanie
I can see that
You can see that
We can see
Each other
Now
One step
Closer
That's the way
We'll move into
Union
Now we are
Here to
Stay.
daisy chains and blueberry jam
Always free and sometimes chainedNow only free and no more chains
It is mental slavery vs
Mental discipline
Who will win, will you decide
Their sentence was up
We should all be glad
They won't be seen
Any more in the prison yard
Now they don't have to wear
Grey with stripes
No more; now
They are dressed in
Gold and white
Purple and blue
Saffron
All the colors of eternity
No longer the dust of dreams
It's a jailbreak baby
You've seen the scene
Everybody without tickets
Rushing the poor scared
Ticket takers
Always free and sometimes chained
Now only free and no more chains
We should all be happy
We won't be seeing them
In the prison yard
No more
Have a blast on the 4th!
Walking It Off
Sitting 'round the fire getting high
Looking at the moon up in the sky
The stars begin appearing
The time for dreams is nearing
Days like these I never want to die
Walking up the trail through wilderness
I watch the sun burn off the morning mist
With mountain snow-fields shining
I see a black bear dining
I smile at the sun and pump my fist
I take a little break among the pines
Shade is getting scarce near timberline
I give the dog a biscuit
Wonder, should we risk it?
Heavens just across the next divide
Moving on we finally hit the pass
And see blue lakes and meadows of green grass
It's where I aim to go
Two thousand feet below
It's summer-time and I have found the path
very nice !!
Nice words Andy ! And starsleeper , That is a very nice one !! Thank you guy`s for sharing !!
thanks stuman...
I had gone out and bought a JVC camcorder with "one-touch" upload to U-tube so I could get videos of my dog and also record my songs in beautiful nature settings and post them here but after about a month of trying to upload to u-tube and never having it work I took the damn thing back. I thought the college had dvd burners but it was only a cd burner and I would have had to pay another $200 for a dvd burner. I really got depressed for a while after that but that's the way it goes I guess, at least there's a place for my lyrics.
Sleep in the stars
Don't you cry
Dry your eyes on the wind
La da da da
writing it off
Back On The WagonG
Well I'm back on the wagon again
Yes I'm back on the wagon again
'Cause my morals they were sagging
And my lame ass it was dragging so I'm
Back on the wagon again
Oh the wagon it goes rolling up the hill
You know the wagon it goes rolling up the hill
And when it gets near the summit
That ol' wagon starts to plummet
And it rolls back to the bottom of the hill
The wagon it gets stuck down in the mud
You see the wagon it be stuck down in the mud
In a bog full of beer
Lord please get me out of here
And help me wash away all of the crud
Well I'm back on the wagon again
Oh I'm back on the wagon again
Gave the wagon a shove
Now it's powered by Love and I'm
Back on the wagon again
Back on the wagon yeah
On the wagon again
Back on the wagon
life story
From an Old Testament rootA Buddhist trunk did grow
With branches of Islam,
Christianity, and LSD.
Sprouting New Testament leaves,
Wisdom brought forth the fruit of
Universal Love,
Set to music, an eternal tone.
I shall walk the sad streets
of this lonely world
Sharing an inward smile
Needing no education
To be understood.
I shall walk these sad streets
With a Love no hate can reach
Until my wick runs low
Then I shall bid adieu
And say anon, anon,
And be gone
On the
Whispering wind
That shakes the leaves
When you remember me.
Attics of my Life
Attics of my Life
Lyrics By: Robert Hunter
In the attics of my life, full of cloudy dreams unreal.
Full of tastes no tongue can know, and lights no eyes can see.
When there was no ear to hear, you sang to me.
I have spent my life seeking all that's still unsung.
Bent my ear to hear the tune, and closed my eyes to see.
When there was no strings to play, you played to me.
In the book of love's own dream, where all the print is blood.
Where all the pages are my days, and all the lights grow old.
When I had no wings to fly, you flew to me, you flew to me.
In the secret space of dreams, where I dreaming lay amazed.
When the secrets all are told, and the petals all unfold.
When there was no dream of mine, you dreamed of me.
and the petals all unfold
Flower Children
I went down to the General Store
To see what's going down
It's up above the river's shore
With mountains all around
There's horseshoes and bar-b-ques
And Blackberry pie
And when she looked at me
My oh my
Underneath the Maple trees
I took her hand
To the swimming hole we walked
Naked we swam
Washing off the dusty day
Feeling revived
Looks like there's a full-moon on the rise
Summer breezes blowing
A wild river flowing
You're like a flower
Opening to light
Back up to the General Store
To watch the band
A knock-knocking on Heaven's door
We dance upon the land
And when the drummers
Call down thunder
You touch my lips
Next thing I know
We're lost in a kiss
Afterwards we take a drive
Up to the old Lookout
Never feeling so alive
With so little doubt
Moonlight escapades
Shooting stars all over the place
One couple face to face with love
Summer breezes blowing
A mountain meadow glowing
You're like a flower
Opening to light
Summer breezes blowing
A mountain meadow glowing
You're like a flower
Opening to life
Holly Holy, by Neil Diamond
HOLLY HOLY
Written by Neil Diamond
Holly holy eyes
Dream of only you
Where I am, what I am
What I believe in
Holly holy
Holly holy dream
Wanting only you
And she comes
And I run just like the wind will
Holly holy
Sing a song
Sing a song of songs
Sing it out
Sing it strong
Call the sun in the dead of the night
And the sun's gonna rise in the sky
Touch a man who can't walk upright
And that lame man, he's gonna fly
And I fly
And I fly
Holly holy love
Take the lonely child
And the seed
Let it be filled with tomorrow
Holly holy
Sing a song
Sing a song of songs
Sing it out
Sing it strong
Call the sun in the dead of the night
And the sun's gonna rise in the sky
Touch a man who can't walk upright
And that lame man, he's gonna fly
And I fly, yeah
And I fly
Holly holy dream
Dream of only you
Holly holy love
Holly holy love
1969 Prophet Music, Inc. (ASCAP)
for Steph, and the Diamondbacks---Andy
Neil Diamond
people dis ol' Neil, and it's certainly true that he veers into self-parody on occasion, especially in the '70s, but he also wrote some of the best songs EVER.
totally agree, marye
Thought it was interesting that he wrote thatmost beautiful love song to love in 1969, 40
years has only seemed to make it sweeter.
I shall be mocked by my three fans, but I am
planning to add some Neil songs to my active
song folder.
Corinna > I am, I said > Eternity > Kentucky Woman
sounds nice to me. : )
the guy who, when everyone sat down for "My Brother
Esau", would jump up and dance like a dancing fool.
"slackin' on the back beat"
yup, I love all three of those
also Cracklin' Rosie.
And perhaps most of all, the version of Sweet Caroline that's on Love at the Greek.
I'm definitely ambivalent about the Jonathan Livingston Seagull material. On the one hand, self-parody personified. On the other: some of the songs manage to rise above it.
Slow down so the kids can play
Walkin with Harlan PepperDown the Motown Mountain road
Clouds hug the tips of the mountain
Peaks all around
Fog in the valley down below
He likes to run on the downhills
I am learning to like it too
Busting in the cabin door
Both out of breath, he's
Headed for the food bowl
Baby hands me a warm mug
And we listen to the public radio
It's an old hunting cabin in the woods
With purple trim and moose on the wall
Right down from the swimming hole
Dig my heels into the cool mud
Still left over from the flood
We see our image upright
Then we see it flipped
Depending which side of the
Silverware we look at ourselves in
Roasting mutantly large chicken legs
Over the campfire, it was funny
The bridge is down for repair
Now all the traffic is racing down
This lazy gravel track
So the sheriff set up a speed trap
Right across the lane, and
The wind kept blowing the smoke
Right into his cruiser.
He took it in stride for about
A half hour, then it drove him off
It was funny smoking out the bear
Everybody on the road has
Set out the cutest little signs
To say slow down
Slow down so the kids can play
Llama dancing, a lemonade stand
Yo!, Hear ye, all different sorts
Of signs to say
Slow down so the kids can play
Slow down so the kids can play
Slow down so the kids can play
blooming like a red rose
Flower Children: The completed full-moon edition
I went down to the General Store
To see what's going down
It's up above the rivers shore
With mountains all around
There's horseshoes and bar-b-ques
And Blackberry pie
And when she looked at me
My oh my
Underneath the Maple trees
I took her hand
To the swimming hole we walked
Naked we swam
Washing off the dusty day
Feeling revived
Looks like there's a full-moon on the rise
Summer breezes blowing
A wild river flowing
You're like a flower
Opening to light
Summer breezes blowing
A wild river flowing
You're like a flower
Opening to light
Back up to the General Store
To watch the band
A knock-knocking on Heaven's door
We dance upon the land
And when the drummers
Call down thunder
You touch my lips
Next thing I know
We're lost in a kiss
(Jam out)
Afterwards we take a drive
Up to the old Lookout
Never feeling so alive
With so little doubt
Moonlight escapades
Shooting stars all over the place
One couple
Face to face with love
Summer breezes blowing
A mountain meadow glowing
You're like a flower
Opening to light
Summer breezes blowing
A mountain meadow glowing
You're like a flower
Opening to life
no stake in the matter
The light is always shiningThough one may feel
The need to enter in
It is ever on
The light is always shining
Bringing all to good
Basking in the illumination
Of understanding
The whole human family
Instantly healed
In the rays emanating
Ever present
The light is always shining
Waiting for us to get over our selves
And join in the silent
Party of smiles
Heaven is ever ongoing
All around and
Inside you
No need to miss out on
Its panoramic view
I am leaving the written word now
To extemporize
Reverse the illusion to
Regain Truth
Reverse the dream
To awaken into the real
Reverse hatred to know Love
So not to miss out on
Paradise in full bloom
The harvest is ripe
The thought is perfect
All that is needed is a
Slight flip of the focus
An instant perspective change
Rights the ship
The light is always shining
From its inexhaustible source
I have used my last piece of paper
To write these words
But my thoughts never run dry
We shall return to bathing in the rays
That know no day or night
The ocean of Love
Envelopes you
In its infinite healing certainty
To activate the divine
Home security system
Surrender to Love
Stand upright
In the goodness of Soul
And hold your ground
Against the suggestion
Of anything less
Than Infinity..
Everyday blues
Watching everyoneGo through the same thing
Thinking that they are the only ones
It might make it easier
If we would just talk to each other
Or wordlessly hug each other
At least it would ease the pain
Of endless cycles round the sun
Did you know the way
I told you
I showed you
It is all that I can do
The rest is up to you
To catch the mass trance lie
And wake up to heaven
In your lap purring
On your lawn chirping
In the trees singing
You never even knew.
You were full of dead lines
After care and street signs
Telling you where you can go
I will start walking now
The other way
You are free to follow
Or wallow
In your worst fears
You are not fooling anyone
But you
Everyone else is laughing
As they try to keep you from
Yourself
Trying to punish every one
But it just keeps on falling
Up on you
Pick your self up and let's
Take a walk around the pond
It won't take too long
It won't take
Too long.
Watching everyone
Go through the same thing
Thinking that they are the only ones
It might make it easier
If you would just talk to each other
Or pick a day and everybody
Hug each other.
Oh, when you hear that whistle blow
Oh, when you hearThat whistle blow
Over on the other
Side of the hill
Then you will know
That I love you still
And you will know
That I always will
When the whistle blows
Its sad refrain
It's only saying
Did I ever know your name?
Oh, when you hear
That whistle blow
Oh when you hear
That whistle blow
Oh, when you hear
That whistle blow
Over on the other
Side of the hill
Then you will know
That I love you still
And you will know
That I always will
Oh when you hear
That whistle blow
Oh when you hear
That whistle blow.
{Bluegrass runs in C--- for Stephanie]
Tunnel of Love / Bruce Springsteen
Tunnel of Love by Bruce Springsteen
Fat man sitting on a little stool
Takes the money from my hand while his eyes take a walk all over you
Hands me the ticket smiles and whispers good luck
Cuddle up angel cuddle up my little dove
We'll ride down baby into this tunnel of love
I can feel the soft silk of your blouse
And them soft thrills in our little fun house
Then the lights go out and it's just the three of us
You me and all that stuff we're so scared of
Gotta ride down baby into this tunnel of love
There's a crazy mirror showing us both in 5-D
I'm laughing at you you're laughing at me
There's a room of shadows that gets so dark brother
It's easy for two people to lose each other in this tunnel of love
it ought to be easy ought to be simple enough
Man meets woman and they fall in love
But the house is haunted and the ride gets rough
And you've got to learn to live with what you can't rise above if you want to ride on down in through this tunnel of love
Copyright © Bruce Springsteen (ASCAP)
once upon a time in 1854
The Ballad of Poker Jim
Poker Jim he said his prayers
Then saddled up his horse
They trotted down the Applegate
Following its course
Over the hills to Jacksonville
He checks in the Hotel
With pocket-full of nuggets
They always treat him well
He sees Benny the barber
And Tom the tailor too
He comes out looking smarter
Then heads for the saloon
The doors went swinging open
And Jim he rang the bell
The women looked and whispered
The men let out a yell
Soon Jim's at the table
Shuffling the deck
He eyes the competition
Their "tells" they will regret
The cards are down and dirty
Raises build the pot
Jim is getting thirsty
The day is getting hot
chorus
Poker Jim
Needs jacks or better
And aces to win
They're callin' him
He lays down his hand
And rakes it all in
Poler Jim
The Spirits they whisper
To you in the wind
To go "all in"
Just play what you're dealt
And never give in
Back out on the streets
A rider rushes into town
Someone robbed the Stage of gold
And gunned the driver down
A posse soon was forming
The men were looking mean
Charlie Buck was there
Along with Cook and Green
And when the sherrif ordered
They started in pursuit
And tracked the desperate killers
To a hideout in Red Buttes
Poker Jim dismounted
With rifle in his hand
He knew where they were hiding
This was their last hand
And as the sun was setting
The bells of justice rang
The end had finally come
For the Cameron brothers gang
As Poker Jim rode off
He waved his hat and smiled
Take it easy boys
I'll see you the next time!
Poker Jim
Needs jacks or better
And aces to win
They're callin' him
He lays down his hand
And rakes it all in
Poker Jim
The Spirits they whisper
To you in the wind
To go "all in"
Just play what you're dealt
And never give in
once upon a time in 1854
The Ballad of Poker Jim
Poker Jim he said his prayers
Then saddled up his horse
They trotted down the Applegate
Following it's course
Over the hills to Jacksonville
He checks in the Hotel
With pocket-full of nuggets
They always treat him well
He sees Benny the barber
And Tom the tailor too
He comes out looking smarter
Then heads for the saloon
The doors went swinging open
And Jim he rang the bell
The women looked and whispered
The men let out a yell
Soon Jim's at the table
Shuffling the deck
He eyes the competition
Their "tells" they will regret
The cards are down and dirty
Raises build the pot
Jim is getting thirsty
The day is getting hot
chorus
Poker Jim
Needs jacks or better
And aces to win
They're callin' him
He lays down his hand
And rakes it all in
Poker Jim
The Spirits they whisper
To you in the wind
To go "all in"
Just play what you're dealt
And never give in
Back out on the streets
A rider rushes into town
Someone robbed the Stage of gold
And gunned the driver down
A posse soon was forming
The men were looking mean
Charlie Buck was there
Along with Cook and Green
And when the Sheriff ordered
They started in pursuit
And tracked the desperate killers
To a hideout in Red Buttes
Poker Jim dismounted
With rifle in his hand
He knew where they were hiding
This was their last hand
And as the sun was setting
The bells of justice rang
The end had finally come
For the Cameron brothers gang
As Poker Jim rode off
He waved his hat and smiled
Take it easy boys
I'll see you the next time!
Poker Jim
Needs jacks or better
And aces to win
They're callin' him
He lays down his hand
And rakes it all in
Poker Jim
The Spirits they whisper
To you in the wind
To go "all in"
Just play what you're dealt
And never give in
Ratdog coming to Jacksonville Friday
inspired me to write that one
Stay on the silly side of the street
Stay on the silly sideSilly side of the street
You just have to watch
Where you put your feet
Stay on the silly side
Silly side of the street
It's no joke to
Skip a beat
If you lose track
Of your funny bone
The world don't look
Too sweet
So far from home
Stay on the silly side
Silly side of the street
Let the serious ones
Take all the heat
Stay on the silly side
Silly side of the street
That's where all
The people are
Who you will
Want to meet
Stay on the funny side
Live on the sunny side
Stay on the silly side
Silly side of the street
There ain't no real reason
To get stressed
There never has been
The first problem
In heaven
So stay on the silly side
Walk on the sunny side
Keep to the funny side
Stay on the silly side
Silly side of the street.
The Dog Days of August
Drove the coolest coastPast ancient Redwoods
Along a wild river
Ended up in Wilderville
Harmonized with the summer breezes on the Applegate
Joined the dream team
Slept on Panther Flat under a blazing sky full of stars,burning off the darkness
Drove the lazy river road from Reedsport to Drain
Watched barefoot Bobby make us smile
Pissed him off taking too many pics of him and the dancing bear
Sorry Senor
A Hard Rain was so beautiful that soft tears flowed from my eyes
The Dark Star shimmered with radiance
The boys were being stellar and all hands contributed worthily to the stew
Jerry stared back at me from the cover of the songbook
A beautiful young woman named Sheila came up to my car to see if I would buy a sticker for a buck to help a childrens charity she supports
She gave me a warm hug
I gave her an agate too
Her sticker says: "Yes!" What Your Inner Heart is Searching for Does Exist!
Had the feeling I'm just a poor pathetic crippled lonsome loser
Decided it's better than nothing, keep trying
A certain song meant everything to me
and now for something completely different
Live The Dream
The last days of summer
Before their out of reach
We're going for a ride
Time to hit the beach
We'll do a little cookin'
Maybe get a little fried
And have a lot of fun
Forget the world for a while
Oh Friday come and set me free
To live the dream
We're cruisin' 101
Rollin at 55
I ain't in no hurry
Just want to make it there alive
The gals are in bikinis
And sunshine sets the mood
I go from feeling tiny
To like a surfer in a tube
(bridge)
As the wave curls above
You're the one I'm thinking of
Together we can be so free
To live the dream
Here comes a tsunami
A tidal wave of Love
It's time to come together
It's gonna be a flood
The sun is going down
The lights are coming up
And all the world's a stage
For filling empty cups
Oh Friday come and set me free
To live the dream
nice one, stu
you should give your Mrs.some kisses
And tell her
She tastes delicious
a toast of brandy to Stu & Andy
And to her my best wishesThough I might be suspicious
If she wasn't a Mrs.
She`s definatley a Mrs.
My Mrs. Thanks guy`s !! Made me smile . And made the Mrs. smile too ..
little wax saxophone
I'm the little wax musicianIn the little wax museum
Over in the corner
Playing my little wax saxophone
Sitting on its little wax stand
Spitting out the pretty wax colors
Fat and shiny yellows greens and blues
And as the wax cools it turns
into porcelain spots
Upon the silk knotted linen
Resting atop the little wax divan.
I play all your usual numbers
Like any street musician would
But I am busy working on my tone
Little wax notes are a dime a dozen
I can only afford eight at a time
So I stretch them out in the moment
Enjoying each moment and note
for its own self
Digging deep inside each note
To find its true tone
I am the little wax musician
In the little wax museum
Over in the corner
Playing my little wax saxophone
On its little wax stand
Every instrument has its role
Oh the happiness
to skillfully play my part
Sometimes just one note
From the little wax saxophone
Can make me cry
And break my heart
The good way.
giggle proof
Giggle proofI can't be started
My face is stone
It's not funny
Don't even try to make me laugh
No, I'm not ticklish
Get away from me with that
This is serious stuff
No time for smiles
It's not like there's a full moon
Or we've been driving for hours
We're just sitting here
You and me
And there is nothing funny about it
Why are you smiling?
What's so funny to you?
You look like I am saying the funniest things
Can you explain to me
What is so ridiculous to you??
Leaning over the car like that
Talking about apple orchards
It all became so funny suddenly
I couldn't help myself, sorry
And when you fell into the stream
Retrieving the ball
And got stuck in the mud
And I had to pull you out
I am sorry for laughing
And that time we were
Faced out in the winter snow
Twinkles all around
And you were laying on that tree limb
Stretched out over the almost frozen pond
I remember the reflection and the tree
Forming a doorway of eternity
That I walked through
Never to return
Behind me, I heard a splash
As you fell in
I am so sorry I laughed
On our walk back to the warmth
But all the other times
I am not sorry for
It was good laughs
But this isn't funny at all
So stop laughing
I'm serious
Why are you still laughing?
I mean it
This is serious.
Giggle proof
I can't be started
My face is stone
It's not funny
Don't even try to make me laugh.
No, I'm not smiling.
I'm not.
Okay, maybe a little.
Just about the pond thing, though.
Sorry.
It was funny!
Oklahoma (musical)
There's a bright, golden haze on the meadowThere's a bright, golden haze on the meadow.
The corn is as high as an elephant's eye
And it looks like it's climbing clear up to the sky.
Oh, what a beautiful Mornin'
Oh, what a beautiful day.
I've got a beautiful feelin'
Everything's goin' my way.
All the cattle are standin' like statues
All the cattle are standin' like statues
They don't turn their heads as they see me ride by
But a little brown mav'rick is winkin' her eye
Oh, what a beautiful Mornin'
Oh, what a beautiful day.
I've got a beautiful feelin'
Everything's goin' my way.
All the sounds of the earth are like music
All the sounds of the earth are like music
The breeze is so busy it don't miss a tree
An' a ol' weepin' willer is laughin' at me
Oh, what a beautiful Mornin'
Oh, what a beautiful day.
I've got a beautiful feelin'
Everything's goin' my way.
Oh, what a beautiful day!
Oh, what a beautilful morning
The above is "Oh, what a beautiful morning" from the musical "Oklahoma".
and should be credited
To Rodgers and Hammerstein! I believe Rodgers was the lyricist.
I saw Rhianna on Leno the other night...
thought she was awesome. This one's for her. I wrote it last night.
Initiate Contact
Work all the day
Here all the jive
Don't hold me back
I want to be alive
I see your face
You little clown
You think you're special?
Chasing me around?
Boy, take a seat
Cause I'm the news
And if you're sweet you can
Shine my shoes!
Under the lights
It's going down
If you're too busy
Then I'll see you around
Chorus
Don't leave me hanging on
(Ooh baby)
Don't leave me hanging
(I need some Love)
Don't leave me hanging
(Initiate contact)
Don't leave me hanging on
Don't need illusions
Just keep it real
And if it works
I'll give you a feel
Show me some Love
Don't close the door
Cause I want to be
Something more!
Don't leave me hanging on
(Ooh baby)
Don't leave me hanging
(I need some Love)
Don't leave me hanging
(Initiate contact)
Don't leave me hanging on
Beam me up Scotty
Rodgers and Hammerstein
And it always bothered me As high as an elephants eye" Have you been to Oklahoma? Where are the elephants?
And the road goes on forever....
BobbaLee
credits and elephants
Sorry, marye, that you have to clean up my posts, with all you have on your platethis week. Nice catch, though. I guess Hammerstein gets the lyrical credit.
From Wikipedia
"Oklahoma! is the first musical written by composer Richard Rodgers and librettist Oscar Hammerstein II."
I haven't been in Oklahoma since the 70s, but I did not see any elephants at that time.
I did catch a ride in a nice old Ford Mustang, however.
and 'starsleeper', I love reading your poems.
Elephants in Oklahoma?
That's just silly! Makes more sense to look for them in Alabama, where the Tuscaloosa. Just be careful who's pajamas they're wearing.
Thanks, Groucho!
Where are the elephants?
thnx fi u2, I thought there was a strange breed of red elephant in OkArk.
Roses are red
Violets are blue
Way down in Kentucky
They shine the moo
Circle songs and sands of time
And seasons will end in tumbled rhyme
cat naps
Cat naps under bird clockMarking time 'clack clack'
Morning fire plays a waltz
Upon the smoky glass
Cello draws a human voice
Imploring
Dog is backwards
Under the covers
In between
Flights of fancy
Silence but for the
Comforting snap
From the bed of coals
And the clack clack clack
Of the bird clock
On the cabin wall
Night Train -- Winwood/Jennings
Out of the night burning with lightTrain shining black, I wont look back, life is running
Hoping some day someone will say I got it made
Pull up the shade, let the sun in
Down on the night train, I feel the starlight steal away
Use up a lifetime looking for the break of day
Border patrol looking through me
Towns without names all look the same, I hear crying
Paris to Spain, countries in pain
Caught up in flight, feeling the sight, Europe dying
Rolling on, hear the wheels singing, fever keep coming on so strong
My ticket paid, trying to fade
I hope I get there not just somewhere I was leaving
Out in the dark all the wolves bark
I fold my arms try to keep warm by believing
Hard rain following on, cold wheels moving on
Everybody they're so alone down on the night train
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could be my first CD
1. Climb2. Your Love
3. One Way
4. Wide Open Feeling
5. Muse Fodder (Not Much I Can Do)
6. Angel of Love
7. Live The Dream
8. Flower Children
9. The Ballad of Poker Jim
10. Initiate Contact
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