Dancing out on a limb fits mighty fine with me
don't need no tango nor fandango
give me razzmatazz and all that jazz
the whole shebang to set my soul free
breaking out on the floor feels pretty good to me
don't want no rumba or no samba
give me a beat to move my feet
and set my soles free
I can rock with the best of them
roll with the rest of them
born to boogie I'm a rock 'n' roll man
the spotlight's the only place to be
anything less is second best
in the limelight's home to me
a rock 'n' roll man is what I am
A feeling that the room is spinning
especially with specific head movements
Bout of dizziness
don't look up, down or to the side
- just straight ahead
I loved carousels when I was a kid
One step, one goal
grab a door frame or a chair
Vertigo... hits the labyrinth in the inner ear
My crystals ran wild
finally the diamonds are where they should be
I don't like carousels anymore
With a few exceptions
across the land
the voice is the face
of any rock 'n' roll band
without Janis Joplin
who remembers
Big Brother and the Holding Company
and the names of its members
for no matter the genre
when listening to a song
it's not the instrumentalists
but the singer you focus on
and today when songwriting contests are judged
it's human nature to hear that on which songs are hung
(arrangement instrumentation performance production)
and not hear the lyric or melody being sung
If pessimists you need to find
They are passing through
If they push you, never mind
They're busier than you
Bending over their phone
Chatting with a friend
They end up sleeping alone
With the phone in hand
I don’t have their modern tools
For I’m an optimist
My glass is usually half-full
And I can’t resist
Playing loud some chosen stuff
That uplifts my soul
Getting lil’ more than enough
Of my rock n' roll.
Hopin' and flyin' high
Still somethin' was amiss,
Just you know why ...
It had to end like this
Not fade away a shining star
With three million records sold,
Yet, silent fell his guitar ...
And, glasses rest infold
A sound never to be heard
Soon after that final show,
Boy, give us a clue, a word
Maybe one day we'll know
What happened that dark night
Over a quiet field of corn,
Lost in a flurry of white ...
Then found early the next morn
Ever altered by what he gave
Things change and time flies,
Rock n' roll, rant and rave
And still the music never dies.
christ is a liberty
christ is a liberty of rock n roll
christ is a liberty of hell
christ is christ of liberty
rock n roll is a christ of a crisis
rock n roll is hail as a crisis
rock n roll is hail as hell
a crisis is a crisis of hell
a crisis is a crisis of rock n roll
hell is hail as hell
hell is hail as crisis
a hail of rock n roll is a hail of crisis
liberty is hail as hell
liberty is hail as rock n roll
liberty honor liberty
liberty honor crisis
honor is honoring crisis
honor is honoring liberty
honor is honoring rock n roll
rock n roll honor crisis
liberty is a liberty of rock n roll
Louhi Louhi, me gotta go
Louhi Louhi, me gotta go.
Fine little demoness waits for me
Me sail across Pohjola Sea
Me sail dat ship all alone
I never think I go back home.
Oh Louhi Louhi, oh behbee now, me gotta go
Yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah
Louhi Louhi, me gotta go.
Three nights and days me sail that sea
Me thinks of Louhi constantly
An on de ship I dream she dare
I smell the sulphur in her hair.
Ohhhh Louhi Louhi, oh no, me gotta go
Yah yah yah yah yah yah
Louhi Louhi, ye mama now, me gotta go
I say, me gotta go.
Pickled okra, pickled beets
Pickled corn and pickled beans
Of all the pickles that I see
Cucumber pickles are the best
Dancers, players, pickles
Celebrating, showing their
Vinegar tails, their garlic
Smells – dill with a zest
All the aspects of becoming
A pickle worthy of munching
A pickle devoured by the ones
Who pick these pickles
From the depths of the jar
Where they linger, awaiting
The chomping away, the day
When they make their way
To the stomach, consumed
By the appetite of a soul
Who knows that as pickles go
This is the one who has found
Its way to the final round
With visions of vinegar seas
It says its last goodbye to me
The hands who picked it
Then flavored it with vinegar
Awaiting this moment, this time
When it would find the last sign
That it was the beloved pickle
Who would forever be considered
- The king of every other pickle –
This is the rock n’ roll pickle party!
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August 13, 2022
Missy, Suave Donnie,
and sweet Suzi Q.
Saw a rock concert,
in Seventy-Two,
No need to bother.
it was the Guess-Who.
You heard of those Dude's
They Jammed Saskatoon.
Well, they had No Time,
To be Undun.
When American Woman,
Went number One.
And they ran out of Sugar,
to play late at night.
So, they joined Mother Nature,
in Rock-N- Roll Style.
Missy, Suave Donnie,
and Sweet Suzi Q.
went to a concert,
on May Twenty-Two,
You heard of that band,
It was The Guess-Who.
And they Rocked Seattle,
In Seventy-Two.
The river rolled over the rocks
Moving in a spirited motion
Rock n roll through the valley
The mountains danced above
Heidi Sands
9/28/21
The king
Not a royal,
Yet he was a king,
Rocking and rolling,
You sang,
Black hair, blue eyes and that quiff,
Gyrating pelvis, those moving legs,
The oldies not keen,
Girls going wild plus the odd boy too,
The voice of a god, so good looking,
He was an actor to,
Died way to young,
Will always be known,
The King of rock and roll.
(1943-2003)
He was a renegade.
He was a rebel all his days.
Then something broke inside. And I, I --
I cried and cried when Warren died.
Our time to spin round the world,
Back to rock n' roll!
Springtime leach's wings speak a lot
Back to rock n' roll
I've been to Mars still never let hopes
In flyin' around the world
Our time to spin round the world,
Back to rock n' roll
Fistful figurative piece of word
Back to rock n' roll
Riverside fresh, beaches of green
Really melodic peaches of leaves
Dancin' along, ready for any brawl
Back to rock n' roll
Time soon turns over
No more time to do things slower
Our time to spin round the world,
Back to rock n' roll
Seaside salty, beaches of sand
Really melancholic shrieks of leaves
Singin' all day in a lot of woes,
Back to rock n' roll
Our time to spin round the world,
Back to rock n' roll!
Autumn-time its morbid limbs alone
In silence beg for more
Our time to spin round the world,
Back to rock n' roll
Fistful figurative piece of word
Back to rock n' roll
(A typical example of poetic Rock Songs' Lyrics)
Without a break they launched into their next song, one that sang about war in the sky and described old flying machines that didn’t exist anymore. Angie waved her hands around like a devil and on long song notes held out her hands
and closed her eyes, dreaming of what her song described. Nodding her head in rhythm to Ronnie’s thundering bass guitar, she kept her eyes shut as the song thudded through a long instrumental bit until her chorus kicked in. She went
crazy, dancing over the stage and Sunny let rip in a wicked guitar solo that had the audience dancing and moving around like fish out of water. On and on the music went.
Her band was made up of many cool members. Cecil on drums; he wore a cut down decades old Sisters of Mercy t-shirt bought from Jason, old blue jeans and scuffed boots. Jason noticed this and elbowed Craig in the ribs and drunkenly
grinned to his mate, “That’ll do wonders for my business!” On bass was Ronnie. A full-length leather jacket made him look like an undertaker. Underneath he wore nothing but leather hot pants. Boys and girls alike loved this and thought he looked a million dollars. Then there was guitarist Sunny wearing his studded
motorbike jacket with the picture of a speeding snail painted on the back (this was Sandra’s handiwork, she was too busy making love to a random lad she had picked up to notice). Sunny had black leather combat trousers on and massive
gothic boots with chrome toecaps that glittered in the light. Finally there was Snot the keyboard player, he had a plain white t-shirt on and black leather jeans backed up by combat boots.
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