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Thelonious Monk, In a world where he spins not just notes, but notes where bebop rides vibes/
Monk plays funk, Groovy good-time funk, A jazz revolution, a sonic delight/
No, Thelonious Monk did not play funk, But what if he did?/
are you hip to the scene a smoky room filled with the beat, would it be jazz funk? Bebop of today, with a strong, rhythmic bassline, a pulse that pulls your mind strings like a JB embrace/
a prominent drum groove, that makes your soul sway, funk chords dancing, Minor 9th chords, slipping and sliding, Dominant 13th chords, bold and inviting. Can you hear it? /
The bebop beat, fast tempo, bandstand sweaty heat always exceeding 200 bpm/
a race against time, a chase through sound, complex chord progressions, rapid shifts, and a whirlwind of keys, to catch you off guard, and bring you higher into the bebop ozone. C, D, E, F, G, A?, A, B/
Man, what a drag, to think Monk didn’t play funk, what a world he might have created, If his fingers danced on those keys, In a vibrant, electric harmony, where Bebop jazz meets funk, and the night spins on/
A tapestry woven with sound, Riddled with the heartbeat of a genius, A world where Thelonious Monk Is the king of the jazz-funk groove/
Thief in the night that stole my heart
Shot me with your poisoned dart
Took from me against my will
Be careful of that which you steal
Why do you have to be so obtuse?
Do you really think I like the abuse?
Dangling your promises on a thin straw
Promises broken there should be a law
Bragging about what you once had
But you sold it all off, man what a drag
If it wasn't sold you claim it was stoled
Stole or sold your statement seems bold
Always thinking everyone owes you
Them owing you is not always true
It's a sense of entitlement
that emanates from you
What are you doing people aren't dumb
You about as predictable as the morning sun
Searching for fault in everyone you meet
Pointing your finger is far from discreet
There's a darkness in you that stains your soul
When you stand in the light it casts its shadow
What does it take to get through to you?
Yet every so often a bright light shines through
My wish for you is your demons be gone
I wouldn't wish them upon anyone
Your perception of things is slightly skewed
Paranoid and delusional no one is out to get you
Ripple in time like a rock skipping in a lake
Tiny bubbles could result in a wake
Or it could smooth itself into calm - A flat surface likened unto a pond
There is a shadow inside you called ego and pride
causing a quake from which you can't hide
Getting rid of the demon would be most wise
Before it consumes you and becomes your demise
The light that's within you now will abound
No longer blind you see light all around
Now I am sitting alone in this
Funny wagon with my boom box
and minding my own business
along with a bunch of numskulls
who thinks I am a nutcase like them—
What a drag! And they think we are
all going to a Funny Farm where
they take those who go bananas!
But I know better because
I am good and dandy--
One hell of a cockscomb dude!
All I am doing is
bamboozling them for now,
Behaving as if I am one of them—
These dolts, dim-witted blockheads!
But, YOU, who’s reading this,
can vouch for me, won’t ya?
Why? Because you are as cool as I am,
It takes one to know one!
You catching my drift, ain’t ya?
~07/16/15
~"Colloquialism" contest by Laura Leiser
Textbooks,
chalk dust,
young men
full of lust.
School bus,
school bag,
mathematics,
what a drag!
Woodwork,
English lit,
some pass,
some quit.
Autumn leaf,
summer sun,
playin’ truant
on the run.
Fibrolite
prefab,
bunson burner,
science lab.
Trampoline,
gym rope,
girls flirt,
boys hope!
Written: 1992
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I attended “Rangi”
1974 ~ 1977.
You know its so short lived but do we not think or realise
Who gives it a second thought, it's gone before your eyes
It sounds cynical your born, you live, you die, end of story
One frowns but guess it's part of the cycle of life’s journey
Though I would still question what about the in-between
What’s ones intension we ask our self’s what dose it mean
You know I was once told that time, it will wait for no man
Go with the flow, whinge and whine, or do the best you can
With obstacles to tackle, herldes to jump ,bridges to cross
At times there’s miracles, theirs hope and too, love and loss
What a drag, if not enjoyed, it's endured, where is the rapture
A zigzag, getting annoyed or bored, moments we try to capture
There's no straight path in this life, it's like one side or the other
Makes you laugh or cry at times it's rife , so much too discover
But gone so fast, like your picture taken then faded into obscurity
A touch of a button, a flash, I guess it's just apart of life's journey
WITH THIS I WAS TRYING TO DELVE IN TO THE MEANING OF LIFE LIE SORT OF THING
GOT LOST AND BORED WITH IT FINALY BROIGHT TO AN END I STARTED TIS JANUARY 2012
WAY BEFORE I CAME ON THE SOUP MAYBE ILL CHANGE IN FUTURE M TAKE ON THE CYCAI
ALREADY ON SOUP BUT FAR TO LONG ALL OVER THE PLACE IN BETTER CONTEXT
NOT SO MUCH ABOUT MYSELF BUT UNIVERSAL...........................completed January 2013
LIFES JOURNEY WRITTEN BY MYSELF DAVIDSCOTT,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,
NOTE THIS WAS ON HERE BUT DELETED AS FELT ALL OVER THE PLAC THIS IN BETTER CONTEXT
OF WHAT AM TRYING TO GET ACROSS........................this is not a rehearsal you only get one life
NOTE DONT KNOW WHY i TRYED REWORKING THIS AS MESSED IT UP PUT BACK
AS WAS AND CHNGED LAST TWO LINES TO FIT WITH TITLE
I wish that for just one time you could stand inside my shoes
And just for that one moment I could be you
Yes, I wish that for just one time you could stand inside my shoes
You'd know what a drag it is to see you
Positively 4th Street by Bob Dylan
If You Could Change Places with Me
My friends tell me you
criticize my home, dog,
music, girlfriend, and
everything else about me.
When you see me in the street
you ask how I am doing
but your body language tells
me you don’t care.
You talk behind my back
while smiling to my face
your eyes look away
searching for an escape.
If you could change places
with me you would see
how much of a drag it is
to see you.