through gleaming teeth
came a mutter came a curse
a wicked little spell
from a wicked book of verse
But from the same smile
such joy has been told
these mighty pipes
ringing both hot and cold
a great organ in a church
cobwebs on the keys
echoes in the pipes
a thousand memories
this great and mighty king
powerful and bold
whimpers if you let it
blowing both hot and cold
warm your frozen fingers
or cool the porridge in your bowl
from the same humble breath
blowing both hot and cold
a treasured golden horn
now locked safe behind glass
once commanded all the troops
an army from the past
it blows high it blows low
and its sound reverberates
it finds a lonely soul
and so deeply resonates
This lad was taken prisoner
and thought his life be spared
He thought himself so innocent
And thus he so declared
But his captor saw it different
And his plea it went ignored
He was a soldier like the rest
and his song it was his sword
With his melodies he'd given
More than he could afford
He was just a prisoner
But his song it was a sword
it blows high it blows low
and its sound reverberates
it finds a lonely soul
and so deeply resonates
(repeat)
The soldier he sings now
"I've given all I had
I'll sing now to the heavens
And in my final song be glad"
it blows high it blows low
and its sound reverberates
it has found this lonely soul
and so deeply resonates
(repeat)
Oak and hazel
birch and pine
Found safe haven
In tangled vine
Noble beast
here he awaits
it's too soon
for heaven's gates
i've got time, I've got time
I've got time. I've got time!
I've got time to repay
this debt of mine
In the forest
On the prowl
A hunter's cross bow
A watching owl
This beast waits here
tucked away
This knotted vine
will shield this prey
I've got time, I've got time
I've got time, I've got time!
I've got time to repay
This debt of mine
But here i lie
in mean estate
an arrow pierces
and seals my fate
I had squandered
And i had lost
And my beating heart
Will be the cost
I've no time. no more time,
I've no time, no more time!
I've no time
to repay this debt of mine
everyday a circus
everyday a parade
cotton candy moments
and making lemonade
i'm a tight rope walker
balance up high
see me in the rafters
see me in the sky
all the pretty little faces
watch with eyes a glow
they see me on the wire
at this crazy circus show
some want to see me fly
some want to see me fall
from where i stand up here
they all look so small
The stars are in my eyes
The stars they fill my cup
I’ll no more look down
I’m only looking up
some want to see me fly
some want to see me fall
from where i stand up on my wire
they all look so small
Brave Irene through all the snow
To the palace she must go
The moon will dim
The wind will blow
Tut still Irene must onward go
Somewhere far ahead
Is a glowing warm abode
The duchess she awaits
At the end of this road
Brave Irene she must fight
Through the wicked wind of night
On the way through icy snow
Brave Irene must onward go
Then there will be laughter
And joy a mountain high
Though the way is lost and dark
The end must soon be nigh
Brave Irene she must fight
Through the wicked wind of night
On the way through icy snow
Brave Irene must onward go
Martha, Martha, i will get there yet
Martha, Martha, on that you can bet
the tree is in the future
its reach i've not attained
i see it in the distance
it keeps me entertained
i am one step closer
and then closer even still
and suddenly that tree
is behind me down the hill
Martha, Martha, i will get there yet
Martha, Martha, on that you can bet
Moving, running, tired, scared
Martha, Martha we will get there yet
and now to shift my focus
on a light pole down the street
the light pole of the future
soon enough i'll meet
and before i can even blink
the street light has arrived
and then poof! it has vanished
right before my eyes
Martha, Martha, i will get there yet
Martha, Martha, on that you can bet
Moving, running, tired, scared
Martha, Martha we will get there yet
Freshly written this evening. Working title Winter Dreaming, tho that could change.
Frozen on the windshield gray
another stormy kinda day
nothing is forgiving in each
aching moment living and
i'm driving in slow motion
down the narrow road commotion
cars crammed up to the snow banks
spinning tires and slamming on breaks
Summer is forgotten
the clouds bury the sun
all color has been drained
the shadows they have won
Frozen on my face i pray
the sun will melt my blues away
this sad lament i'm singing
while the winter winds are stinging
to Lake Superior I go
when all the beach is white with snow
Angel impressions here i find
were printed by clever design
i skate on the frozen edge
of a lake that reaches to the sea
a long and winding way
another place that i could be
is it frozen just like me?
scraping on the windshield gray
another stormy kind of day
nothing is forgiving
each aching moment living
i'm driving in slow motion
and i'm dreaming of the ocean
its waves forever rolling
even when the sky is snowing
I’m beginning Tuesday Tuesday again here on my website starting tonight. This means I’ll be discreetly posting a freshly written song each week by 8:30pm on Tuesdays. It will be a raw, unpolished recording with lyrics.
I’m doing this to provide some structure in my silly little world.