Last night I dreamed I owned a Beatles album from their break-up period that was never officially released and even most Beatles experts didn't know it existed.
I had one because I'd had a lover who had partied with Paul and he gave it to her and she didn't give a **** about it so she gave it to me (I did have a lover who partied with Paul, but the rest of the dream wasn't true).
So it popped to the top while I was sorting through storage boxes. It was vinyl, in a slip cover not indicating what was inside, just various bits of colored paper without words or imagery.
The record consisted mostly of terrible instrumentals with now and then John or someone cussing or mumbling.
Then I remembered I had a lot of similarly rare things by British invasion groups and realized if I dug them out now, I could probably sell them for a fortune.
LOVERS POINT
I'd watch the waters of the bay
mingle with the rocks and sand.
Failing stars misted in gray
Again fail to illuminate that strand.
Lovers Point won't understand.
Lonely people seem to like it there.
I watched them all as they passed by--
Nodding to my equals there,
Gentle ones who came to tearless cry...
For what? Only the rocks know why.
One night I left that lonesome band;
Reaching out to you I touched love's flame.
You held me close and took my hand.
Once 'twas a lonely place of pain,
Until you gave Lover's Point back it's name.
LOVERS POINT REVISITED
I stood above the misty shore,
My time was short as it was late,
And watched the reflections once more--
lover's Points nocturnal state--
Our meeting place of misread fate.
Nice it was when we were there,
Except there's no more 'you and I'.
Only a memory of a brief affair,
Not lasting long as it went awry.
Cold and dark: Lover's Point's sky.
Every so often it seems to me
My life is like the waves off the shore:
One special person comes near to me,
Retreats again, is then no more.
Even the Point knows not what for.
As I dusted off an old jazz LP
A musical genie appeared to me
With seven notes in his hand
And a wish for each one
So I wished to see some singers and bands
Then I traveled back in time
On a C note
To hear the great jazz bands of old
My first stop was with the Count
Count Basie caressed the piano
As the saxophone turned out gold
The bass guitar was strumming away
And I listened to Billie Holiday
As she sang 'Blue Moon'
I then hitched a ride on a D note
And that took me to see the Duke
As I watched him tickle the ivories
I was taken for a ride on the A train
Where I heard him play Moon River
I left the train on an E note
To see Ella Fitzgerald sing
I did not want to depart
Until she sang "Cry you out of my heart"
Then a G note took me away
So I could hear Nina Simone play
I still had a few notes to spare
As Nina sang "My baby don't care.......
Before I left, I wanted to see one last show
So the B note took me to see Louie Satchmo
With his trumpet blaring
To "When the saints go marching in"
It was a great musical affair
And I rode home on the melodic notes
of the great trumpeteer
Been in the rain,
stood by the flood,
Rode the last train
long through the mud.
Sang one more song
that set me free;
Still don't belong
in memory.
Can walk alone
under a mask,
Carry on loan
all that they ask,
Then pay the price
for what is owed,
Going through twice
all things untold.
Still she sings sweet
on morning's rise,
With voice complete
and blinded eyes.
Tomorrow's come
from high on throne,
When the day's done
and songbird's flown.