Not cause it's dump
Not cause it's stupid
It pointless and loveless
Blame it on Cupid
It ain't centered
It lacks sentiment
Get what I am saying
Even if it's not want I meant
Theres ah new way of loving
The one you thinkin of and
See what you are saying
And we aren't playing
E'ry one knows it's us
You and I
Love and lust
Ooh be-doo-bee auh ooh!
Let you kiss me when you see me
We can doo- dottil around
You be the serious one
Let me be the clown
Next time we meet
We'll spent precious time
Together
What ever it is
Whatever the weather
Pling told Pling , plung, plung
The strings were tense
And strung
The words were reversed
What came next was
Put first
Love was I am singing
Love the joy this sound
Is bringing!
Principles of mod
Cantor is interlopers
and Cantrix is a
romantic saboteur.
Mixolydian is there
religion Lydian the
emotional character
in description of
"the Sleaze or
there way of Being"
sai this way of performing
is the sense of shoddiness
defined by there acts
which is due to the fact
of Cantrix and Cantor's
disloyalty to there
defined roles.
Charters in the Scripts
of love they deviate from
the purpose of there
togetherness and are seen
as misleading in the presence
of there audience.
.Core motivations needed
definedment because they are
obligated to others
Assocate members found
them in Chaos as there passions
for one another showed on stage.
Limiting there perform
and replacing them
were mentioned.
Guitar and Saxophone were seen as sexy
but this performance
scale back that assessment.
he is as much like Frank Sinatra as I have ever met
A natural crooner, said the boy named Leer Jet
I was curious of course, so followed him to the bog
Good grief, he was right about this singer, a frog!
The frog had a look that was Sinatra-like too
He reminded me of Frank, his rhythm was of that hue
He gave me a “come hither” look and I melted away.
I kind of lost my heart at that pond that day.
Dedicated to Stuart A. Staples
I want to break someone's little finger
In three places
Give me strings on a hollow wooden body
Crumpled suits and apprehension
The warbler, the jongleur
The slur, the trill, the quaver
I can only serenade in that way
Without drop z tuning
Barmonies and mashed taters
Send in the French horn
Alone in the living room
The air conditioner remote
Engrossed and enthralled in the music
The dog watching me
Where's the Crooner with his smooth,
intimate style
singing sentimental songs in a soft
smooth tone
quieter sounds and wider ranges
complimenting the sounds
which two are unique and customized
fitted
orastratas fused with a band
tandem collaborative grooves
crisp trembling edges
and a strong stern bassy mellowed
rumbling causing us to move
to the groove
People closer together are more
prone to form a relationship
then those further away
lean on your lover
hold on tight
it's real it's right
something way more
special.
Exploiting the proximity of
being together
fully comfortable
soothed to a relaxing coolness
As my ship blows on the sea of life...
I'm a man with a golden voice!
And I... search for my one true love...
so I can feel that underlying joy...
and I can be something whole!
Tears fall on my sleeve.
The wind flows on me...
and the moon is my only company!
My ship...ooooo...blows on the sea of life...
and I'm a man...with a golden voice...
and I wish to fall...in love...
in love!
As I appear today
don't know if Summerland is far away!
Would you regret to stay...
and ease a lonely man's pain?
Is love to feel this way?
Then I am not the same
Let not my heart to stray
and leave this beautiful game!
But if I said too much
beg you forgive my touch
Let us sing our days away!
As I appear today
don't know if Summerland is far away!
Would you regret to stay...
and ease a lonely man's pain?
But if I said too much
beg you forgive my touch
Let us sing our days away!
Saddle steak catering
he bragged of the flavor.
We though he was
a clownish type
of joker who wished to
create an audience for his
product. We found the price
quit steep, and looked odd
for a steak. The center hole
made room for jokes: but
when they tasted it they
swooned to there knees.
i saw the crooner sing spoke
the woman, i heard him whoo.
i knew then what I was about to
taste was something
incredible something
far more then intriguing. The spotlight
shoned on the stranger: who's
performance
would be determined by
his expression to
the flavor.
they Sernaded the
Saddle Steak as King
of all steaks!
Neupert and Bluthner
accompanis an orchestra to
decribe the tenisity of bife!
Mezzo Soprano said of the meal.
I'M NO CROONER
Hey! I'm not all doom and gloom,
I have a laugh, just don't ask me to croon.
Crooner Bruner loved his schooner 'Billie'
He took a short holiday in Chile
He went to Torres del Paine
Crooned across the terrain
And Came back home with a robust chilli
.
The old balladeer sounds
like a tired man.
Under the wind of an
electric fan,
he blinks his bleary eyes
as fast as he can.
His breath reeks of tobacco
and stale rum.
As he hiccups through songs with
a coarse hum,
the drunken audience gossips
and chews gum.
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