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Walk With Me
Tonight the storm rages.
Is it worse outside
Or inside my head.
The thunder threatens
To shatter the window panes.
My insanity threatens
To take my life.
As the lightening
Slashes against the night,
My tears fall faster than
The rain plummets from the heavens.
I can see Him standing
In the garden amidst the storm.
A black cloaked figure,
Wet and faceless in the dark.
His hood pulled up,
Shoulders hunched forward,
Against the ferocity of the wind.
A massive man, unafraid of
Each boom, every strike.
He lifts one long arm.
Extends it out in my direction.
Come out into the chaos.
Join me in the garden.
Still crying, gasping for breath,
I open the door.
I'm not scared.
I want this.
I crave the storm.
I have felt it forever in my soul.
Maybe it's my creation.
My own intention.
The thunder is my pain.
Crashing and rumbling
Always in turmoil and suffering
Because of my disease, my past.
The lightening is my thoughts.
Flashing bright as I always
Overthrow right versus wrong
Good over evil inside my broken heart.
And, of course, the damn rain.
I never run out of tears to cry.
There is no such thing in my
Head as lack of self loathing.
But my garden,
It is beautiful.
The one piece of sanctuary
In this hell I have to escape to.
I will go to you.
I will put my small hand in yours.
I will let the rain wash my pain away.
I will raise my face and close my eyes,
Feel my garden shake with each clap of thunder.
Open your cloak, Death,
Engulf me in its warmth,
Let me be dry, safe.
Hold me in your arms.
Walk with me.
The storm ceases.
Though the sun will never shine,
There is finally silence in my garden.
Clap clap
Pat on my back
You doing good
Getting yourself on track
Doing what you got to do
Believe it or not
You got this boo
Life gets to lifing
Problems remain
Turning a new leaf ??
Things can change
Change for the better
Not for the worse
Rewriting this song
No need to keep repeating the same verse
I'm working
Working on me
Don't need clarity
I'm working
That's the truth
I believe I can do all I said I can do
(Repeat 1x)
Greatness
Is what you are
Look up in the sky at night ??
You are the shining star ?? ?? ??
You have this glisten and glow
You've overcome so much
That's growth
I've made it through the worst
Like seeing my mom in that hearse
He's preparing for my best
Lord im ready for the test
I got it
Yes I do
A new chapter
It's what I'm after
Turning the page
Im preparing for the best days
I'm working
Working on me
Don't need clarity
I'm working
That's the truth
I believe I can do all I said I can do
(Repeat 1x)
Bridge
I will , I can , lend a hand
Im blessed beyond measures
Working on getting me together
I'm working
Working on me
Don't need clarity
I'm working
That's the truth
I believe I can do all I said I can do
(Repeat until chorus fades)
Written by Concetta Hardnett
09/20/2025
stealing space,
the only thing that disappears when new ideas are born.
we are clothed in past experiences, divining directions
from someone else’s shadow. We clap applause for airs
that carry each of us to cause, support us in our stirrings;
give us strings to act as wings, wipe memories away
at the end of every day. We pray, We play, We say
we are awake from all our dreams; or so it seems.
gather together each of who you think you are
and join to yourself an idea that will someday not exist.
a stirring you cannot resist; A stick without a switch,
eternal scratch without so much an itch. To write or not.
Independence Day has come and gone....
All magic has been trucked away to come again another day
Sweltering, yet, in the dewy lawn,
is the fragrance of burnt offerings....
hovering low like a old gray ghost,
vast over the Riverside Park
In the still, early dawn, that now murmurs like a whisper...
Where evening throngs and
voices of oohs and aahhs were heard just hours before...
Where excited eyes glistened and reflected a night's sky alive with fire
A solemn morning of chattering squirrels
remain the only sign of life
as they nibble on pieces of hot dogs, or popcorn hiding in the grass
Morning air is cool and damp
Park benches, a bandstand, hilly mounds of grass and a playground
abandoned, barren and lonely...
The day appears to be wearing mourning clothes
Of candy wrappers, watermelon rinds, mustard coated paper plates
spent sparklers, fire crackers, one lone sneaker....
Where hours ago, radios played, laughter, cheering, hooting, jeering,
deafening man-made thunder made babies cry,
dogs tremble, children clap their hands over ears
Now there sprawls a silent, somber dawn
The only music in early morning light...
comes from a slight breeze that stirs
a tossed Pepsi paper cup
as it clatters a pop, pop, popping tune...
hopping among the dried, brown leaves down an empty sidewalk....
The clattering fan
brushes the
hair from my eyes
And
through
sunspots
in clean window patches
I watch them
walk by
Do they see
What
I see
With the trees so delicately catching the wind
And
The
dew drops reflect
light from
its leaves
which clap and wave
with their long branches
almost to welcome us forward
A child
Joyously
pushes past
A muttering
couple
She reaches her tiny hands to the sky
laughing
to catch her red balloon
The wind
exhales
as the balloon dances
and bobs around
the people in the square
who fail to notice its invitation
She doesn’t fail to notice its magic
And tries to save it
From venturing into the unknown
BUT
the wind
hugs its tiny string
and I watch
as that tiny balloon falls into the great blue
abyss
I want to soar
like that red balloon
I want to escape
such day to day trivialities
But
who will catch me
and bring me back home
when I feel I have ventured to far
Shaking my head as a I awake from my daydream
I watch
as a lonely
windswept newspaper
is blown about
in each direction
Does anyone else see
How it like us
IT
Is just full of confusion
Aimlessly wandering
For
That place
To call our own.
I want to be that newspaper
Constantly fighting for control of
its destiny
and now
it sits solitarily in a patch of weeds
and
The
soil
absorbs its print
as it becomes one with the earth
i smile
because I shared a private moment
with
the
world.
Form:
Wang dang dang guh ditty, wang: wanga ooh!
wang:dang;ah ditty
wang danga ditty
wanga dang ah eh-ooh!
Womanizers and rakes!
wanga danga dity do woop ohh!
dang dang do!
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I stand to speak the Do-den-ah's
ah- ooh we
skit danttin do-woop-do-wah
skit dat-ditin we
ah she gally I do!
ah she gally ooh!
skit dattin dolly ooh!
ooh we ah
ooh we ah
ah we ooh!
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-----laid back------------------
woogie boogie
clap yeah yeah
ah that's the stuff!
ooh we ah ooh ah
Baby baby I can't get enuff!
Love your grind
makes me do the morning grin
kissey kissey
do your thang
Thats the kinda love
I'm in!
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A "sleazy" big band sound is
often characterized by
slow-to-mid-tempo swing
, heavy, muted brass,
and a dark, gritty atmosphere
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Who's voice meatus
with a sweet tenors
tone
which words are sung
so lovely
so smooth and sweet
Nonet Musette?
Atonal Baroque?
Vivace Trill Trombone?
uh, you don't know
Rubato Tutti?
Meatus Tablature ?
sweet, sweet tone
do you have interest
in the clefts notes, huh?
does the whiskey from de Tablature
calm you want mi?
Sensual sounds of a Clap Happy crowd,
yes which sung is sung
that which is played is danced to
yet this is the Minuet Mezzo,
who's mask is perfection
and who's face shall be revealed
this very Minuet Mezzo!
Must the Bass Note keeper
make the Cleft Note Keeper
smile, for one then to hear
them together?
Article Seven B', from the Works of Hussy, copyrighted 1856, She Chopped the forest down to create the perfect Bassoon, she found fun in a Dogwood tree. She became angered when An artist used one of her Bassoons to serenade his new lover. When a fella in the crowd took her away from where the tomato's were she was heard saying, " he so stupid, darling: he so stupid!"
She tossed tomatoes at him when he Played " Must be Love" to his fiancé.
When my day is hard and heavy
And the world’s too much to bear
I simply think of you, my dear
And just the thought, evicts despair.
I never dreamed of such great things:
You refresh like mountain springs.
Such is the joy of my daughter.
When I question my success
All I have to do is pause
And remember you’re my daughter
And my heart leaps in applause.
I never dreamed of such great things
You bless me so I’m moved to sing.
Such is the joy of my daughter.
When I tried to count the cost
Of what it takes to raise a child,
I consider what you’re worth
And I bow my head and smile.
I never dreamed of such great things
You eclipse what sunlight brings!
Such is the joy of my daughter.
I have a simple truth for you,
When you are sad or comfort need
Remember that your dad is near
Though apart, he intercedes.
I never dreamed of such great things
I see angels clap their wings.
All for the joy of my daughter.
Even when our voices clash,
When we withhold our hands from kindness,
When our tongues speak in riddles, stirring strife,
When we quarrel as if we own the gift of life,
Still, only God knows.
Even when we strike each other in anger,
Even when we hold a helping hand,
Even when we stand alone, trying to seek the meaning of life,
Even when we try to search for truth in the mystery of death ,
The days of the living are counted,
Only God knows.
Even when we argue and disagree,
Even when we curse each other in secret thoughts,
Even when we pray and forgive,
Even when we swear oaths, love, and trust again,
Through joy and sorrow, in trust we remain,
For death was decreed since ancient days,
The days of the living are counted,
Only the Creator knows.
He who has rested, let him rest,
He who has rested, clap your hands for he has conquered,
Freed at last from the burdens of this world,
So why do you weep when he no longer suffers?
The Creator made the path to call his soul.
Why then does this wailing weigh me down?
Let not your hearts be troubled,
For the Father’s house has many rooms.
Give them clear mountain lakes,
Kid-friendly swimming holes,
Rafts, canoes, and sailboats;
Dads and sons with fishing-poles.
Give them clear night skies,
With just a little moonlight.
To see the Milky Way,
Hunting snipes by flashlight. Hoowah!
(Boy Scouts) Chawanakee! (clap clap) Chawanakee!
Give them old patch jackets
So that they can tell their tales:
Camporees, jamborees,
And famous historic trails
Give them old traditions:
Native American folklore;
Ashes saved from campfires,
From Scouters who went before. Hoowah!
(Boy Scouts) Chawanakee! (clap clap) Chawanakee!
All Scouts want is just a chance
To meet wildlife, touch native plants,
Go stargazing and backpacking,
Earn merit badges for everything.
All Scouts want is just somewhere
To swim and hike and breathe fresh air,
Cook, laugh and sing ‘round a campfire--
There just ain’t much more
That a Scout can desire.
(Boy Scouts) Chawanakee! (clap clap) Chawanakee!
Give them wood to build with,
Lengths of rope with knots to tie,
Multi-tool pocket knives,
Tenderfoots wanting to try.
Give them trails to follow,
Maps and compasses to read,
Kindling for a bonfire,
And patrols of Scouts to lead. Hoowah!
(Boy Scouts) Chawanakee! (clap clap) Chawanakee!
All Scouts want is just a chance
To meet wildlife, touch native plants,
Go stargazing and backpacking,
Earn merit badges for everything.
All Scouts want is just somewhere
To swim and hike and breathe fresh air,
Cook, laugh and sing ‘round a campfire.
There just ain’t much more
That a Scout can desire. Everybody!
(Boy Scouts) CHAWANAKEE! (clap clap) CHAWANAKEE!