Kicking through the fallen leaves of a lifetime's memories
'live large' comes to mind and to quote the same old lines
seize the day and make hay while the sun still shines
tho' only the good die young
don't think the bad survive
when on high the end is nigh truth be told young and old
no one gets out of here alive
watching the wake I left behind through calm and stormy seas
'live wide' occurs to me not to choose the same old lot
carpe diem and then strike while the iron is yet hot
for when our time has come
let's hope we made the most
then bingo it's time to go our number's called
the rug is pulled no one escapes yes we're all toast
and wherever on this earth we roam
to the place of our birth we'll return
make no mistake you'll learn
we all take the Low Road home
God made Billy Joel
gave him clothes
to dress my soul
I wear those clothes
listening to music
My style my face
my picture of grace
From young to old
the picture is told
Decades were made
that did not fade
Music that I will
always remember
My soul music
my September
The words of music
always displayed
the feeling of life
'The Piano Man's life'
'She's always a Woman'
'Just the Way You Are'
Take me to 'Allentown'
and 'Zanzibar'
'To Scenes from A Italian
Restaurant'
'It's a Matter of Trust'
'A New York State of Mind'
We're always under "Pressure'
For 'The Longest Time'
'Only the Good Die Young'
for you that was a lie
You sailed 'The River of Dreams'
While singing a 'Lullabye'
This is the time to look in
'Rosalinda's Eye's'
Standing on a "Stiletto'
don't ask me why
So why should I worry
'You're my Home'
My 'Uptown girl'
it is shown
'She's got a Way'
'To Turn the Lights Back On'
When you Wish apon a Star'
'My Life' is half way home
'We Didn't Start the Fire'
We just kept it going on
with a song and a lyre
being our only strong
tapping my feet to Uptown Girl
Captain Jack, Say Goodbye to Hollywood
Swinging my partner to Piano Man
Billy Joel, Billy Joel, Billy Joel!
New York State of Mind
Only the Good die young
Good night Saigon
It's still rock and roll to me!
Billy Joel, Billy Joel, Billy Joel!
yes indeed life is not fair
why would the end be any different
we lose the people we love most
it breaks our heart and
shatters it in a million pieces
oh what a void it leaves
only the good die young
imagine if death was fair
some kind of logical exit strategy
we could wrap our head around
something we could accept
at least vaguely understand
but that will never be
oh no ~ only the good die young
while others freely roam the earth
miserly bitter in their quest
inciting strife at every chance
their itty bitty shriveled hearts
at home sitting on a shelf
soaking in formaldehyde
oh yes ~ only the good die young
what a waste and somehow
we have to bite our tongue
we have to grin and bear it
live with the injustice of it all
maybe even find meaning
it’s just the way it is
and not about to change
Read on air by invitation ~ May 28, 2021 'WORDS & MUSIC'
AP: 2nd place 2022
Do only the good die young because only the young die good
27 April 2021
Contest: Paradox of Life
Sponsor: JCB Brul
people insist on speaking French to me c’est la vie
smelling salts in a ten gallon vat that’s not to be sniffed at
the mouse met an elephant so prim she looked down her nose at him
I must learn to type more quickly before the grimy rapper gets me
in prison no convict would moan if all rooms had a cell phone
scrape the bottom of the barrel and you’ll find the one who emptied it
I can’t have an inferiority complex I’m not man enough
only the good die young heaven must be tedious
If we learn from our mistakes I’m some kind of genius
behind every great man is another with a tongue tan
Guess it must be true then
That only the good die young
And are given less time
Stolen from us far to early
Every good thing
Comes to an end
Like a bird
With flapping wings
Bound to break and bend
It flies
It flew
It clung
To the life it barely knew
To the good life
To the Dove’s favorite lie
But the good soon die
Only the good die young
The bird was young and dumb
But if she’d lived a longer life
She would’ve soon
grown old and wise
And evil
And quite numb
And then she’d be corrupt
Little Miss Dove
Didn’t die when she should’ve
Little Miss Dove
Is still flying
And the bird that dear Dove
A long time ago was
Is slowly
Slowly dying
Little Miss Dove
If only a little
Wanted to live longer
Who’s she trying to kid?
All the Dove did
If only a little
Was prolong the inevitable
He was the mystical poet,
breaking through to the other side.
A young man with pure raw talent,
upon a river deep and wide.
"The Crystal Ship," and "Soul Kitchen,"
"Light My Fire," and Waiting for the Sun."
Songs to name a generation,
a martyr not to be out done.
A poet is known by his words,
some are found in dusty old books.
He was found on the western coast,
full of charisma and good looks.
They say only the good die young,
and why that is I do not know.
But the one known as Morrison,
put on quite a hell of a show!
date:5/9/2019
Even though "Only the good die young"
A very well known song that's sung
But should it be said
Means less in the head
They wanted death before off the tongue
I need you to prove to me
That I mean something
And that there's more to this life
Than what I'm living
Life is a game
But there's no way to win
I keep trying to fix my mistakes
I need to find the restart button
Is it possible to feel
Anything but contempt?
You never treat me right.
You don't even attempt.
There's a darkness that surrounds me
It's seemingly invisible
Only the 'good' can see it
An aura that is indivisible.
This dark gloomy life
Is too much for the good to bear
That's why only the good die young
And their fate, is what I'll share.
So tonight,
I'll say goodbye
To the dark
And desolate sky
My faith in humanity
Cannot be restored
And this life I lead
will be no more.
It’s said that only the good die young.
So many souls with hearts of gold we’ve lost!
How many heroes now have gone unsung?
They’re taken with no mercy. At what cost?
We cannot know the good they would have done.
So many souls with hearts of gold we’ve lost!
They lie in cold hard graves beneath our sun.
If only they had been allowed to bloom.
We cannot know the good they would have done.
How swiftly do they sometimes meet their doom.
And all their loved ones have to show is grief.
If only they had been allowed to bloom!
Each sprout not let to even grow one leaf!
What utter waste! They had so much to give,
and all their loved ones have to show is grief.
Each sprout not let to even grow one leaf.
It’s said that only the good die young.
What utter waste; they had so much to give!
How many heroes now have gone unsung?
Written 5/27/2013
Teacher and students
Sitting slumped in impossibly rigid chairs
Staring at
Shadows creeping deftly into
Corners never considered
Classes never attended
Vacations never enjoyed
Wedding bells never rung and the
Glorious reality that
“Only the good die young.”
Billy Joel's stories were top notch
Always enjoyed his music very much
He claimed only the good die young
So what have you been up to my old chum?
Grew up with bands like Three Days Grace
With mad Gontier screaming in my face
Bobbed my head to the heavy sound
But the constant rage really brought me down
Now there's kids like Justin Bieber
I claim bubonic, they say it's fever
Not his "music" that makes people stare
It's because of that ridiculous hair!
1908-1934 Not taken soon enough! Not only the good die young.
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By: Richard Lamoureux
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