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When a memory is looped ....It plays forever!

Three Quarter Sad

Somewhere in the silence
Of what might have been
A memory walks to the Jukebox
'Drops a quarter in......

That old song was just waiting
For her sweet embrace....
But the edge of forever
Cuts deep down my face

Where hurt meets the dance floor
That waltz,  we loved... flows
As hell has an encore
And heaven is closed

Reliving the dying
Of all we once had
I'll be dancing forever
To three quarter sad

Never forever
And three quarter sad.......

Somewhere in the silence
Of what might have been
A memory walks to the jukebox
'Drops a quarter in.........




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Duet Avatar
March 31, 2019 at 12:35 AM
I love this one, Chuck. It's a "hit" with me! P.S. *soupmail
Smith Avatar
March 27, 2019 at 9:54 AM
Great lyric Chuck, a real tear jerker, need to set that to music my friend...
Onclaud Avatar
March 19, 2019 at 10:37 AM
ohh, touched by your mellow, mellow lyrics, chuck... huggs
Kiser Avatar
March 18, 2019 at 11:13 AM
Quite a unique write; Lovely.
Krutsinger Avatar
March 17, 2019 at 8:15 PM
Wow! A joy to read. This part is so pronouncedly great! "Where hurt meets the dance floor That waltz, we loved... flows As hell has an encore And heaven is closed"
Pandit Avatar
March 17, 2019 at 4:12 PM
This is splendidly done, Chuck..so many lines of depth and meaning like: Somewhere in the silence Of what might have been.. and..But the edge of forever Cuts deep down my face. Your songs are always written well..hoping some day you will put this to music.
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