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(Verse 1)
This empty room still hums your favorite song,
Sunlight cuts the dust where your laugh belonged.
I trace the cracks in every worn-out tile,
Searching for your shadow one more mile.
(Chorus)
**I can still feel you like a phantom limb—**
A ghost in every room, under my skin.
This house is just a cage of might-have-beens...
*I reach for you, but all I touch is wind.*
(Verse 2)
Your coffee cup’s a fossil on the shelf,
I talk to it like I talk to myself.
That sweater in the closet still holds heat,
Smells of rain and old dreams, bittersweet.
(Chorus)
**I can still feel you like a phantom limb—**
A ghost in every room, under my skin.
This house is just a cage of might-have-beens...
*I reach for you, but all I touch is wind.*
(Bridge)
The neighbors say, *"You should turn the page..."*
But how do I quit a ghost I still stage?
These walls rehearse the echo of your name—
A silent fire only you could tame.
(Outro Chorus)
**I can still feel you like a phantom limb...**
*(Whispered, fading)*
*...All I touch is wind.*
Our Nordic God run roughshod by the cynics
Mimics all those skeptics & pundits in pulpits
Sod odd bod critics clinics their unfair optics
Hysterics but Bazball clerics are not yet relics
Despite batting lapse alright collapse specifics
The insult not horrific result of cult’s gimmicks
Got it wrong will still sing same mesmeric song lyrics
Twits witticisms & criticisms taken a toll…troll gits
Shaken has Bazball forsaken its soul..drole misfits
No more stealth or self control just abysmal skits
Dismal death roll rigmarole gambits whole Bazball in bits?
On the dole or run rate wealth in rude health call it quits
Flits their way to play their flair hits as prole media spits
Grandstand Baz Ben stable fable big band brand label fits
Aussies canned.. gawking Larrikin ti*s balking..its the pits
Goal corking victory at the Gabba hoodoo fortress venue
Folks blabber talking of Stokes blokes stalking voodoo
Oz jibber jabber fibber distress as we made history..phew
Yes JuJu mystery temptress played express Yabba Dabba Doo!
Form:
When you! Were so young and free.
Your love! Would never come to me.
Finally! We would come together.
Our love! Will always be forever.
So hold on..
Hold on to me.
Hold on..
Don't let me be..
Hold on..
Wait a little longer.
Our love! Will grow a little stronger..
Stand there.
Stare me in the eyes..
Don't tell me..You will be surprised..
You are! The only one for me..
You have! Exactly what I need..
So hold on..
Hold on to me..
Hold on..
Don't let me be..
Hold on..
Wait a little longer.
Our love! Will grow a little stronger..
Time will! Always come to pass.
Don't wait! Try not to laugh.
Tell me! You will be my lady..
Stand still! I will always be with you..
So hold on..
Hold on to me..
Hold on..
Don't let me be..
Hold on..
Wait a little longer.
Hold on..
Our love! Will grow a little stronger..
So hold on....
Song-Lyrics By Kim Robin Edwards
Copyright 1989,2015..All rights reserved..
Song Lyrics I wrote to a melody played by vionlinist Diana Yakawa who's Father was among the 520 who died when Japanese Airlines flight 123 crashed into a mountainside on August 12, 1985. She was born 5 weeks later on Sep. 16th. Shiaumanu Taiyo translates to "The Never Setting Sun". her performance is on YouTube. (Diana Yukawa/Shizumanu Taiyo) It's haunting.
Your blood runs through me, it runs like rivers
that feed the mountains where last you lay.
You never held me, but I have held you,
in every sweet dream, you run to me.
Into the twilight, off to horizons,
where tearful memories, are yet to fade -
but now the promises of never setting suns
will always beckon me, and light my way
and always light my way...
37 second interlude
Your blood runs through me, it runs like rivers
that feed the mountains where last you lay.
You never held me, but I have held you,
in every sweet dream, you run to me...
I'm crazy about living.I'm crazy about love.
I'm crazy about giving.I'm giving what I've got.
What I've got's a little money, and a inexpensive car.
What I've got's a little girl I know..
Who knows how to play guitar.
I'm crazy about living.I'm crazy about love.
I'm crazy about giving.I'm giving what I've got..
And if you give it back to me..
I will give it back to you..
'Cause what I've got's a little money, and a inexpensive car.
What I've got's a little girl I know.
Who knows how to play guitar..
I'm crazy about living.I'm crazy about love.
I'm crazy about giving.I'm giving what I've got.
I'm giving what I've got....
Crazy Song-Lyrics By Kim Robin Edwards
Copyright 1984,2015..ALL rights reserved.
Come on, have a little fun. All of your viewers let's sing along, this is an interactive set of song lyrics I wrote one day after a pretty rough night. I have left certain spaces blank in the chorus for you to fill in with whatever you think would work best. I know the word I used, but it’s not appropriate for soup. : )
Verse 1
It was hot, and I was thirsty, I needed a drink since noon
But now the work day is done, it’s time to have some fun
Down at the Old Red Dog Saloon
I drank the first one, then another, the third went down just fine
I started thinking, continued drinking,
and lost a track of time.
Verse 2
The bar was closing, as I sat frozen, to my stool against the wall
They shouted no more, and kicked me out of the door
To get back home, I had to crawl
Roll back the covers, and climb in under, as soon as I close my eyes
That alarm clock rang, fell out of bed with a bang
That’s when I realized
Chorus:
I feel like ____ today. Put too many beers away
All I remember is a slamming door
And someone shouting you can’t have no more.
Everything today is going wrong. It’ll be that way the whole day long
There’s nothing more that I can say, I feel like ____ today.
Verse 3
Throw up the curtains, my eyes won’t open. As the sun begins to rise
My head is pounding, the showers sounding, like the volume is way too high
I finish dressing, my clothes need pressing, but it’s way too late for that
I put the coffee on, I hope it’s good and strong
So I can figure out where I’m at.
Chorus:
I feel like ____ today. Put too many beers away
All I remember is a slamming door
And someone shouting you can’t have no more.
Everything today is going wrong. It’ll be that way the whole day long
There’s nothing more that I can say, I feel like ____ today.
Bridge:
The day is long, it’s going on and on, but eventually it will end
Then I’ll hop in my car, drive over to the bar
And sing the same song, tomorrow again.
Chorus:
I feel like ____ today. Put too many beers away
All I remember is a slamming door
And someone shouting you can’t have no more.
Everything today is going wrong. It’ll be that way the whole day long
There’s nothing more that I can say, I feel like ____ today.
Ok, Rick Keeble was off key, let's try that again.
As a principled parchment puller, i observe no rules you see .' Its a variable piece of
Lingo' after a dekko, you may well agree.?
It could mean to inflate and flatter.? Or maybe to decieve.? To percieve of superflous natter.? To test what may be
Beleived.? Its a fluid term i do descry..Only an Aussie can' i think? make such really fly.' By all means others may
Use this term, but think on Australia? For
You might well learn.' Laconic we are and
Frugal in words.' But in us burns a bushfire of linguistic terms, i cite other
Parchment pullers Patterson, Lawson just
Two.' Historical giants, Dorethea MacKeller
I'll add, Brian Woodlys which brings it to a
foursome, how.
His song lyrics will
Always ring true.' then little Alison Smith
Is climbing up poetry's rungs, mind you'
its real
Early stages, Though.. I guess she's my
no two? ( yeah thats the one')
Precious and precocious, but no doubt
i'll just have to make do.? Its like that
on the dirt track..You go along to get
along..And maybe down the
ranges? As you travel on; and on'
That bonding of mateship, transpires; up
to rise' just like the mighty red gums,
that line the
Jagged ridged skies, so onto SUZ and to
Laurie and Deb M; Doug G, hats off to
All of you too, from me.', theres a
blackend old can a
Boiling, if you'll stop and take a brew.?
The damper in pan is forming, and i'll
break it; with all of youse.' Look we can
all pull out some parchment; by
God!! And so we'll do.' as the billy can gurgles
And the whip-bird calls out grand. We'll
talk on; of our Australia.One rich and truly varied land.'
This one goes out to a special poetry souper.
Dedicated to an unknown rhythmic ink trooper.
Her poetic pen is mightier than any sword,
she cares not for attention nor craves to be adored.
Not a daily poster, but like petals her words grow,
releasing deep thoughts like tranquil rivers flow.
Pouring out pain, portraying a life full of commotion,
she's never afraid to reveal deep repressed emotion.
Nonchantly, composing sonnets, prose and monorhymes.
A 'free verse' soul with a pure gift, ahead of the times.
Sometimes her humour can lead to hysterics.
Other times her words sing like melodic song lyrics.
From undefined uncertainties to unseen and unheard,
they're relatable verses, reflected through sentiments stirred.
Elegant as a redolent rose with that Midas touch.
Her art is like a masterpiece that needs no retouch.
Needs not hide behind metaphors to create her poetry.
Hails from an island of sapphire skies and turquoise sea.
I know her journey has faced a mountain of adversity
and living among devious souls has caused controversy.
Despite the darkness, she glows like a lantern at night.
In times of trouble, always finds the willpower to write.
When torment arrives, stabbing my heart with spears,
she's always there to ensure my mind's not full of fears.
A honest heart with the modest grace of a pacifier.
Has formed a legacy of an unassuming versifier.
Like a peacock spreading beauty - flamboyantly.
For me, the Aura of Rhymes is poetic royalty.
I’m laying here with a broken heart
Sweet Girl, remembering you..
Is the hardest part
John Mayer is singing slow
On the radio..
Why did you have to go
These empty words repeating
And it’s a lie to say I feel your spirit
Your voice, I almost hear it
That soft touch is just beyond
You’re all the lyrics of my song
It’s not true your smiling down on me
Is that our baby with you I see
No, that’s sorrow’s wishful thinking
But soon I’ll believe cause I’ve been drinking
And if somehow I fall from this bed
Dripped in tears and dread..
I couldn’t get any lower
Hopeless cries from sore knees
I can’t breathe
Begging please..
But you’re already gone
And it’s a lie to say I feel your spirit
Your voice, I almost hear it
That soft touch is just beyond
You’re all the lyrics of my song
It’s not true your smiling down on me
Is that our baby with you I see
No, that’s sorrow’s wishful thinking
But soon I’ll believe cause I’ve been drinking
Yeah...
Sweet Girl.. I’m gonna feel your spirit
Your voice, I almost hear it
That soft touch is just beyond
You’re all the lyrics of my song
Soon I’ll feel you smiling down on me
Is that our baby with you I see
And everything’s gonna be alright
In my dreams I’m with you tonight
I’m with you tonight
I’m with you tonight
~Lyric Man
Note:
Oh, look! Open sky!
Cosmic Wave Sci-fi poem.
Moonbeams beat softly.
Oooooooo Oooooooo Oooooooo.
Aaaaaaaa Aaaaaaaa Aaaaaaaa.
OoooooooOooooooo Oooooooo.
Aaaaaaaa Aaaaaaaa Aaaaaaaa.
Wow, wow, wow, oooo, la, la.
Shhhhh. Shhhhh. Shhhhh. Shhhhh.
Whoosh. Whoosh. Whoosh. Whoosh.
Ew, ew, ew, ew, ew, ew.
Oh, man, that's so good.
Don't hop. Oooooo. La. La.
Shush, shush, shush, shush.
Oooooooo. Shining, glittery, sparkling.
Stars emerge at twighlight. Oh! (Wow)
Oooooooo. Oooooooo. Oooooooo.
Aaaaaaaa. Aaaaaaaa. Aaaaaaaa.
Sensualmente Cosmos glittering.
Oh. Whoosh. Uuuuuh. Oh! OH! Oh!
Ogham symbols. Uuuuu. Uuuuu.
Aaaaaaaah. Aaaaaaaah. Aaaaaaaah!
Awe. Awe. Awe. Awen. Awen. Awe.
Oo. La. La. Oh. Oh. Oh. Oh. Oh. Oooooh!
Wow! Oh! Oh! OH! Sooooo goooood.
Uh. Uh. Uh. Uh. Uh. Uh. Uh.
Owe. Owe. Owe. Ouch. Oh, good. Woo it.
Whisper, pop, whoosh, rumble, reverberate.
Swooshing vibrations pulse heartbeats.
Resonates with nebula; feeling Quasar.
Singularity in the Zenith. Corona.
Heliosphere, Magnetar, Nebula, Capsule.
Telescope station, Mars, Saturn so far.
Orbiters above, space stations, oh, ah, oo.
So good to fly in the Saucer. Oo, la, la, oh!
Sailing in Twilight
Rising with Cosmos inside.
Parameters guise.