Yearly Archives: 2013

Weary

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Miles to go before I sleep.
Miles gone by that I did not see.
I never really thought that I would ever get this far.
Like a storm on the wind,
the dark clouds are my friends.
Seems like so very long ago,
I thought this would all be so different.
Life is never what you would expect it to be.
Every second is a miracle
and most don’t see it.

When I walked alone down that white line,
right out of town so long ago,
I did not think I had anything to lose,
but I was so wrong.
My life passed by in the twinkle of an eye.
Time is like a bullet,
you will never see it coming.

I walked that center line right out of town on a dark and moon lite night.
Afraid of the noises I could hear in the darkness to my left and to my right.
I walked for hours through the countryside down that straight white line.
I thought somehow I might loose those bad dreams I had left behind.

They say don’t look back
but I did so many times.
What was lying deep in the darkness drove me harder down that line.
With the sun came a ride
now I’m a million miles away.
There is no going back,
I left no tracks.
My path has faded in the day.

Notes

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Just a couple of notes,
on my finger tips.
Let the tune roll off my fingers.
Some soft words might pass my lips.
Let the night stay and linger.

I’m floating notes out on the wind.
Let the sound slip through my fingers.
There’s an angel falling from my hand.
She touch my heart and start a fire.

Just let it rock.
Let her roll. Let the tunes roll.
Let it move you.
Let it start a fire down in your soul.

Just let it rock.
Let her roll.
Let it move you.
Let it start a fire burning out of control.

Just a couple of notes, on my finger tips.
Let the ring roll round her finger.
Some soft words to pass my lips.
Let the night stay and linger.

I’m floating notes out on the wind.
I Let her hair slip through my fingers.
There’s a rainbow falling from my hand.
It echoes back like the sounds of thunder.

Just let it rock.
Let it roll.
Beat the drums all night.
Start a fire burning out of control.

Just let it rock.
Let it roll.
Let it move you.
Let it start a fire down in your soul.

Falling notes, like the tears I cry.
Like embers floating on the wind.
Float out the door and float out of sight.
Please come back and bring my lover.

Just let it rock.
Let it roll.
Let it move you.
Let it start a fire down in your soul.

Moon shines bright right through the night.
Don’t let the night be a stranger.
Now beat the drums to the dancing feet.
Echoes back like the sounds of thunder.

Just a note on my fingertip.
Some soft word while we linger.
A rainbow falling from my hand.
Crashing down like so much thunder.
An ember floating on the wind.
Touch your heart and start a fire.

TechNo

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So many buttons now in this world, we don’t even need a pencil anymore.
In this wilderness of wires and signals where is the real world that we used to know.
In its day the pen and paper carried the greatest thoughts of all man.
Now I see my old guitar standing in the corner and it calls out.
The only real expression left to make in this world.
A sound on a wave.
It was here long before the pen and the papers, the buttons and the switches.
I don’t know why I did not see it sooner.
All the effort to speak a truth unspoken,
taken so many lives and left them broken.
Burn that energy to make a sound
that takes your feelings for a flight.