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I swallow her bluest serenity whole
So she may return the favor,
In her consumption of my soul
My feelings I may waiver.
Give me my soma, you pretty young thing
So I can’t imagine the happiness you bring.
Then should your lips depart my direction,
I shall not regret exquisite perfection.
Let my dreams dissolve with numbing sleep
And dispense my blood of wonder,
For from my fears she’ll gently keep
The pain that would asunder.
Give me my soma, you pretty young thing
So I can’t imagine the happiness you bring.
Then should your lips depart my direction,
I shall not regret exquisite perfection.
And so our fleeting tryst must end
And fondness found thereof,
For she forbids to comprehend
A notion such as love.
Give me my soma, you pretty young thing
So I can’t imagine the happiness you bring.
Since your lips did depart my direction,
I cannot regret exquisite perfection.
Getting tired of hearing sad songs
Tearing out my soul
Just give me a little Jack Daniels
And a whole lot of rock 'n roll
Don't want nothing making me feel sorry
Nothing making me feel down
Just want to get out and party
And rock all over town
So, let your hair down baby
And give up what you call class
Cause all that melancholy
Is becoming a pain in the
There isn't time to stand and whine
That just leave me cold
So give me a little Jack Daniels, babe
And a whole lot of rock 'n roll.
Gonna fly tonight, out of sight
Where I ain't ever been before
Gonna get all my frustrations out
And scream till my lungs get sore
Gonna shout and yell, and raise some hell
Until the night gets old
Gonna have me a little Jack Daniels, babe
And a whole lot of rock 'n roll.
Another charming woman is
sharing with me what I used
to share with you without guilt,
even without a sad feeling or thought:
to find a substitute for this loneliness...
for that deep void you left inside!
The cell phone always rang
at the end of the evening;
and I was so thrilled
to hear you at the other end:
to listen to the sweet words that were
able to turn an uncaring man
into a gentler and kinder one...
and I learned how to care!
Oh,how I long to hear that voice again,
and like a dream that needed litttle dreaming:
you came knocking on my door at dawn,
and I let you in without hesitating...
so earger to touch you like nobody could;
so impatient to invent a magical world!
Another night is coming to haunt me mercilessly
with the beautiful memories and secrets
of two close hearts loving endessly;
what other choice do I have...if not look away,
and tell myself that you don't exist in my thoughts...
to find a substitute for this loneliness?
I'm not afraid to die anymore.
It happened when I realized what it'd really been like to be young.
There were all these things coming in,
and all of them fascinating,
like the unbiased smiles of potential friends
on the first day of school.
When I didn't expect the pain to last.
When I didn't acknowledge that laughter would end.
But everything does,
all the good things and the bad things,
eye to eye, hand in hand.
I'm not afraid to die anymore.
Ring around the rosie, we all fall down.
A cheerful song for death,
because when we were young,
we didn't divide the lines
between right and wrong so quickly.
I was hateful without knowing hate,
self-indulgent without apology,
loving, giving, happy, sad,
and for a little candy,
anything could be forgotten.
And everything will,
so I'm not afraid to die anymore.
Now I'm older,
and the smell of rain on the sidewalk
tries to remind me what it was like.
Sometimes I slow down and let it.
There was the sound of church bells,
when they didn't remind me of the failures of god.
Dogs could entertain me for hours.
A movie watched a hundred times,
and a song replayed daily, for months on end.
For everything, I ached.
For anyone, I grinned.
That was then,
but it turns out that none of it was really lost,
that can't be found.
All I had to do was hit the ground,
after losing a thing I loved too much.
And get up to find that I could walk
with less care than was learned,
with a little less love than what was bought.
With less attention, the little things distract me now.
With hands that are open, but don't attach themselves too much
to what is felt, I can touch almost anything,
and nothing can pull so hard.
Not even life.
Not even death.
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Sing it loud and clear
and make it the laude voice I hear
bring me home to the hearth of my youth
where mom and dad always told the truth
sing me in behind a curtain of pure fantasy
song me through the chorus of a shasta daisy
air me out to the beat of your sweet drum
sing it out loud and sing it clear...
Sing it in your native tongue
help me climb Soprano, wrung by wrung
bring it in and hold me in, sweet cantor of old
nothing in our world of music is ever undersold
song me ahead mistake me not for dead
in this land of honey and gold , I got heart
or so I'm told...
I feel the rhythm very sad and slow
You’re gone from my eyes and I’m feeling low
The pain of the chord the singe of the guitar
Sooths my soul even though you’re far
I need to hear the verse when we are parted
Play me the song of the broken hearted
The whisper of the drums and the keys of the piano
I’ll be much better when I hear the singers solo
The kiss of your life I wish it was here
Please play that solemn melody so I can hear it clear
I need to hear the verse when we are parted
Play me the song of the broken hearted
I miss you so much I wish you were here today
I’ll hit replay when I hear the music fade away
So sing me the song it’s my favorite tune
I’ll hope with all that I am I’ll be with you soon
I need to hear the verse when we are parted
Play me the song of the broken hearted
Twinkle twinkle brilliant star
Heaven’s best to me you are
You’re the brightest star of night
And you are my guiding light
Twinkle twinkle brilliant star
Shine on me from where you are...
Sleep my love, my star
Stop your hard work
Of lighting the way for me
Let all the burdens go
Let me lull you to sleep
Hear the lullaby of my heart
As you put your head
On my pillowy breast
Hush now, hush
Leave your cares behind
Let the whole world go
Let me cushion your body
And sooth your mind
Don’t make a sound
As my hands ease away
The rough handling of your day
Let it all go
There…there. Yes, give in to my care
Listen to my song
Let me cover you with
My warm blanket of love
Hush now my man, my child
Let me carry you to dream land
Let the gentle motion of my rocking
Become the rythm of your dreams
There…close your eyes
Hush….now hush
I'm here....I'm here...
Twinkle Twinkle brilliant star
What an awesome man you are
You're my shinning light so high
You're my diamond in the sky
Winkle twinkle brilliant star
You’re my man, oh yes you are
You're my man.....
oh yes......
you.......
are.......
(zzzzzzzzzzzz.....sh....he's finally asleep! ;)
Eileen Manassian Ghali
You may think without a doubt,
they had me and I enjoyed it a lot;
but your angry and jealous eyes
wander how I keep this secret to myself!
I am ready to make
my commitment;
and I'll be faithful
to the one I adore;
I'll be tender
and sensible;
and I hope you'll believe
that no one has ever
loved me so platonically...
to make an irony of me!
You wished you had taken
more time to know me better;
to trust my feelings longer,
but rush and distrust
twisted your opinion
and effected your judgement...
to make our joy shallow and useless,
and justify your actions with cleverness!
You're so platonically attracted to me
and erase any evidence
when I refuse to give in
or resist your temptation,
but the lack of patience
is none other than unjustified frustration
when you're so platonically
and madly drawn to me!
I lie in chances
Cotton white
Relaxed in your fragrance
A scent
No rose could pleasure
After me
Laughter chases
With open arms
It looks
To embrace me
It’s always bad news that saves the day
The sadness that dawn’s upon your Saturday face
A sadder day’s grace
These songs are written
To never be spoken of
Whispers
Lie hidden
Above the trenches we’ve dug
Just like yesterdays disappear
I feel my departure
Is so very near
Secrets trespass
To only remain out in the open, clear
It’s always bad news that saves the day
The sadness that dawn’s upon your Saturday face
A sadder day’s grace
I heard that line and presto!
It was 1962.
This band was great, but who they were,
I didn’t have a clue.
My room was painted pink;
My AM radio was on.
Before I got the lyrics down,
The song had come and gone.
But soon enough those pale pink walls
Were filled with Beatle faces.
I close my eyes and conjure up
Those pictures in their places.
What happened to that fresh-faced girl
Whose future lay ahead?
A song can bring me back to her,
Connected by a thread.
Some melodies are magical,
Transporting us, so fast,
To the time those tunes were new,
A moment never meant to last.
And hearing such a song we fall
Enchanted, back to when
We didn’t know we’d never be
That younger self again.
“I saw her standing there” for me
Performed its magic trick.
I see myself at twelve but wonder
Just what made me tick.