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In a crowded room filled with high society, and
In the facade of decadence, plays the Back Street Symphony
Winos falling asleep covered in yesterdays news
A lone saxaphone player, playing the blues
Neon signs and desinger lines are giving him his cues
He says "I've paid my dues"
I've got front row tickets to mainstreet
Walkin' by, don't know who you'll meet
A freak show on every corner
A broken heart walks on as a mourner
In a darkened alley you can hear him pray
Searching for a Savior with some words and a brown bag
Can anyone spare some change for me?
There goes the prom queen, is it a dream?
Hell is open twenty-four hours a day
I have front row tickets to main street
Watching the devils' choir earn their keep
There tearing down the walls in LA
There's a hooker on display, on main street
'You are the music', the guitar strings of my favourite song.
Your lyrics 'touch my life,' as you are the twin to my soul.
What 'am I' without you, when all melodies sound so wrong.
I'll never question 'what is a woman's role' in rock and roll.
Your lyrics touch my life, as you are the twin to my soul.
My 'midnight flyer' your spirit glows like a 'seafull' of stars.
I'll never question what is a woman's role in rock and roll.
When life 'makes you wanna cry' we can create memoirs.
My midnight flyer your spirit glows like a seafull of stars.
When you 'send me no more letters,' I'll ignore the post.
When life makes you wanna cry we can create memoirs,
I'll follow your footsteps, roaming from 'coast to coast.'
When you send me no more letters, I'll ignore the post,
wondering 'will our love end,' before the ultimate vow.
I'll follow your footsteps, roaming from coast to coast,
until you serenade about 'feelin' so much better now.'
Wondering will our love end, before the ultimate vow,
'it's only a dream,' but you get 'nothin' for nothing,'
until you serenade about feelin' so much better now.
'Your love is allright' when your muse is soft and loving.
It's only a dream, but you get nothin' for nothing.
It hurts 'way back to the bone' when you leave me alone.
Your love is allright when your muse is soft and loving.
'Black clouds' fade to white when I hear your sweet tone.
It hurts way back to the bone when you leave me alone.
I feel like a 'loser' playing solo to a 'jury' of 'back street love.'
Black clouds fade to white when I hear your sweet tone.
I ain't 'keepin' time,' but it's just 'another day' of grey skies above.
I feel like a 'loser' playing solo to a 'jury' of 'back street love.'
What 'am I' without you, when all melodies sound so wrong.
I ain't 'keepin' time.' but it's just 'another day' of grey skies above.
'You are the music', the guitar strings of my favourite song.
21 songs from Glenn Hughes with Trapeze:
What is a woman's role
You are the music
Touch my life
Am i
Seafull
Midnight flyer
Makes you wanna cry
Coast to coast
Send me no more letters
Feelin so much better now
Will our love end
Nothin' for nothing
It's only a dream
Your love is allright
Way back to the bone
Black cloud
Jury
Loser
Back street love
Keepin' time
Another day
I think I’m in danger
I could end up dead
When my wife smells the perfume
on her side of the bed
The perfumes I buy her
From a cheap back-street dive
Don’t smell like this perfume
It’s Chanel number Five
She’s been away a few days
Visiting her sick mother
So I brought home a Nympho
For a bit of the other
But my wife said this bedroom
Always smells of rank farts
But it now smells like a boudoir
That’s frequented by tarts
She’d smelt it and I told her
What jumped into my head
That the little Lord Jesus
Was asleep in our bed
But he smelt just like a manger
Kinda sawdust and dung
So I sprayed him with perfume
Well it had to be done
She cursed and I was thrown out
By the tip of her toe
And I flew through the doorway
Coming down in the snow
So it seems that like Mary
During that first Christmas
I shall go to meet Jesus
While I’m sat on my ass
Deep in London's back street lanes,
Jack's spirit angered still remains,
In shadows as he lies in wait, for the prostitute, his object of hate,
He sharpens scalpels, surgeon's blades, precision tools, to slice and mame,
His intention to acquire his thrill,
through blood, with ritualistic Kills.
He lies in wait his victim nears, feeding off her inner fears,
Beneath his cape he draws his knife, in preparation to take this life,
Blade to blade the knife so sharp,
Clean incisions cut out her heart,
Not content he cuts in more, her organs laid beside her on the floor,
Ripped and torn her body ravaged, by this animal depraved and savage.
He dips his fingers in her blood, and turns to face the wall,
He writes a message shocking red, a warning to them all,
"Whilst you walk these streets and sell yourself, your soul is turning
black, come to me for I await, Jack has just come back"
GIVE FEEDBACK
i met a wise man with the heart of gold
he told me all his stories of his days of old
he said a child is crying on the other side of the world
and her mother is dieing she'll grow a lonely girl
time and time again he i've seen the faces of death
and if we keep this up there will be no one left
he said just the other day i seen young man get shot
if you wanna see the blood walk around my block
i sat and i watched the tears roll down his face
and then he turned and looked at me and said just have faith
he said hold on be strong theres so much more
he said every dark room has at least one door
two babies and their mother walking down the road
toting grocery bags with their raggedy clothes
he said what about the man in the cardboard box?
what about the homeless women around my block?
no one seems to care about what they're going through
no one wants to hear about the back street blues
oh how sad it makes me to think about all the fine dining
oh how sad it makes me to watch them burn all their money
and still have their silver lining
when all that we do is struggle all day
and wonder why some people just cant keep faith
Verse 1
My second set of wheels was sunshine yellow,
Folded in the middle like a secret I could hold,
Scratches on the frame told stories of the miles,
Of a kid chasing freedom on suburban roads.
Verse 2
We'd ride to that hotel when the heat got mean,
Sneaking ice from a humming silver machine,
Cold cubes in our hands, laughing like thieves,
Cooling down our dreams in July’s thick breeze.
Verse 3
When the ice ran out and the machine was dry,
We didn't care, we never asked why,
Turned that garden hose till the water ran free,
Warm as the day but sweet as could be.
Laughing in the sunlight, dirt on our feet,
Simple little moments made life feel complete.
Chorus
We rode like we owned every cracked back street,
Kings and queens on two-wheel seats,
No license, no fear, just dust and sky,
Pedal down hard, let the summer fly.
Those handlebars carried who we'd be,
Long before life caught up with me,
On that yellow bike I learned to be free.
Verse 4
Parents working late, we were on our own,
Sidewalks and streetlights were the world we roamed,
Racing for glory at the end of the block,
Talking big dreams around a four-way stop.
Verse 5
Chrome and cards in spokes sounding loud and proud,
Every bike was built to stand out in the crowd,
We measured our worth by how fast we could go,
And who had the most badass ride on the road.
Bridge
Funny how time rides faster than a kid can see,
One day you're racing, next day it's memories,
But somewhere inside that younger me still rides,
On a yellow bike that time can't hide.
Final Chorus
We rode like we owned every broken lane,
Through joy and scraped up knees and pain,
Life was simple in that summer heat,
Freedom was two tires under my feet.
If I could go back that's where I'd be,
Just a Gen-X kid with a wild heart free,
On that yellow bike still riding in me.
Like a pack of howling wolves in need of prey,
A wounded urban psyche strains its gnarled voice,
Motherless, fatherless, ice cold pavement waif,
Wee small hours plight
The rocks of his facade dispatched in ghost trains
for those ghoulish oil float gutters to imbibe,
Back street burden stray, schooled in fringe art fables,
Phantom kite chaser
Eerie street lights peer into an aimless soul,
Clouds of pea soup fog engulf his raw foot slink,
Firefly knotted angst or bilious grumble,
Trash can tummy fare
But still he ambles on, inner plagues in charge
as loafers from the underworld gawk and gape,
Pithy, a phased out coin for snow cap straggler,
dead of night orphan.
Date Poem Submitted : 19 th Of July 2020
Title : A Dark Underbelly
Sponsor : Edward Ibeh
Precision swearing they call it
A term that may sound absur
But it’s economical with the breath
And wastes not a single word,
It rolls smoothly from the tongue
Instantly relieving pain
And, in the case of mental turmoil
Relieves stress and strain.
Better for use in private
When one can really let rip,
Out in public one feels
One should really keep a grip.
No perverted back street cursing.
No random state of mind
No ranting and raving
Of the common peasant kind
A selection of eloquent phrases.
Not all of them in general use
All carefully, precisely chosen
To avoid any language abuse.
An unappreciated form of therapy
That is readily there to explore
A bout of precision cursing
Satisfying to the very core.
Throw away your tranquillisers
Throw away your happy pills
A bout of precision swearing can
Remedy so many common ills.
The coffee shops stand by the canal
Beautiful scenery and in flannels
All spruced up to put on the show
How wealthy they are we don't need to know
Behind the wall is a back street ginnel
With bins and rubish and people making a nickel
Some even sleep along this dark dank place
Hiding away from the human race
But those on the wealthy side do not see
The man off huts **** on extacy
Those behind the wall can but imagine
What it would be like in that fashion
They can just make ends meet
But on suburbia side its a place to eat meat
Have fine wines and no worries at all
Oblivious of those behind the wall
I saw you standing by tree holding on to the leaves and folding your hands as the untold mystery with bare back and rocks walk through the wood looking for the man.
I stand aloof in the dark waiting for you to cross as the elephant cut through the tree leveling thick woods across the river, braking branches sweeping over dry grass while the minstrel with its fiery steps march towards the wood, beating drums and ringing bell to appease the devil in hell.
The clouds suddenly open wide spewing warm water from its side, filling up ditches and alley, back street and Corner Street and bursting up the leeves, such is the job of nature; you can walk with or embrace it.
I long for the day to come when I am no longer on the run. I will breathe fresh air and frolics on wet sand and ride the big waves on a sun drenched island. And early in the morning I will have continental breakfast on the balcony with my mysterious family. I will and screw the daylight out of the fool as it gathers the tools and raise you to another level of consciousness.
The wind is blowing lightly through the fields and I can feel your heart catering to my needs, reality is just seeping in and the lights are growing dim. At noon the sun raises its voice in the sweltering heat sending rockets through the sky and landing on thin air. I can see you over the horizons briefing strong men and women of velour with daisy and buttercup and forget me not and the lotus staring at the age old cactus.
Good deeds cannot be forgotten and some stories cannot be told the sweltering heat is rising from the east and the passage is opening into the deep. The mud is gathering in the trench and lions are thrown out of the den, their Jaws and teeth are broken and their hands and feet are severed. They cannot harm you again and they can never disturb your family or your friends. The water is receding and secret is revealing, I will see you next evening.
When you come to the door walk slowly beneath the wind and listen carefully to the bangs, the rustles, the hoots and the toots and take off your shoes, choose your words carefully balance your mind and you will find the harmony in you.