More bad poetry. Actually it's words to songs written many a year ago. In fact, other than some very bad poetry, I have not sat down and written a song in almost 15 years.
Fire (circa 1972) (a song to Laura O'Donnell)
You were the fire of my life
you brough such fire to my life
but like the element of sorrow
I'll be back again tomorrow
But for tonight I'm weeping blue
I've lost my way because of you
But like the element of sorrow I
'll be back again tomorrow
Your time is worth your weight in gold
It presses on to make you old
Your heart is pained
you're worried that I've taken
from you your life
You brought such fire to my life
then you left and you
darkened all the lights
Untitled (circa 1979) (a song to myself, why sometimes too much sex, drugs and rock n roll are not suck a good thing)
A myriad of dying faces
they gather round you
and they
they clutch you tight
You can't remember
when you first came here
you only know you want to
to run tonight
(chorus) And oh your pain
when nothing
ever seems to change
yet nothing
ever stays the same
The fear surrounds you
it almost drowns you
you feel it tightening
about your neck
Before you now here
it all becomes clear
you're fading away well,
you don't belong here
And oh your pain
when nothing ever
seems to change
yet nothing
ever stays the same
A myriad of dying faces
they gather round you
and they,
they clutch you tight
You can't remember
when you first came here
you only know you want to
to run tonight
you run tonight
You'll run tonight
Sometimes I think of you (circa 1990) (a song to Gina Nicoletti)
Sometimes I think of you
when a full moon howls
on cold winter nights
and it's crisp to touch the air
Sometimes I think of you
in a summer sweat
while the canyons roll
in a torment of the sun
Was it so simple when
Fleetwood and Janis
tore open your heart
You took your love
you took her down
While I Robot
burned my broken soul
No they'll never know
I don't let it show
Sometimes I think of you
in a gridlocked stress
while the freeways roll
past the memories
and the years
and I'm biting back the tears
When sometimes I think of you
untitled, unfinished (circa 1990) (*a song to Suzanne)
Why can't I say this to your face
why has this always been the way
for all the words that I've kept locked inside
this is a passion I wish I needn't hide
For all the years that have come and gone
and all the tears I shed far too long
(chorus) Through all the years
beloved friends
though distance parts
we'll never end
(* I probably wrote at least 6 songs for Suzanne during the time period of 1978 to 1980, back when I was deeply in love with her. Right at this exact moment, I cannot remember a single one of them)
One last thing I wrote when I was 18 (circa 1972). This piece was titled Desiree and was epic in content. It was born from a dream I had had the night before. The beginning line was as follows below, other than the chorus, I remember nothing. Since it was written, the notebooks it was penned in have been lost. The music, like most of my music, utilized a ton of suspended unresolved cording, it's purpose was to keep the listener always wondering, always let on the edge, always out there in the unreal world waiting for a reality to come that never does.
Desiree (circa 1972)
(Verse one)
And Desiree
comes to me
in the night
in the night
And she wants to take me with her
and she wants to take me down
in the night
in the night
(Desiree takes me to all kinds of surreal places, I fight her most of the way and finally give in, then in a blinding andfrightening moment of revelation I realize that: see last verse below)
(Last verse, only line I can remember)
For Desiree, Desiree is me
(chorus)
And Desiree,
in the night is
wondering
will tomorrow
bring another day
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