Lyrics poem
Story first I set this to music on a site, typed lyrics in picked style , drums violin sax and other settings. This amazing female voice sung it blew my mind. I love saxophone and a bit was it solo. It 2am I pressed something and lost it. I could cried. It shot of around cyber space ha ha. Will do it all again. This is my lyrics.
Come fly with me above the stars
Soar on eagles wings by far
Ride a galaxy or two
Shooting stars will follow you
Higher ~ swifter up we go
Feel the fancy of the flight
Clouds are fluffy like cotton wool
Smooth and comfy of we go
Zooming round and round
Expressive joy, happiness abounds
Shoot the moon, my turtle dove
Just continue, feel the love
We never want the ride to stop
On the unicorns back we hop
Jump the rainbows all around
I shall lay waste to cities
fell mountains to rubble
drain oceans azure green.
I will melt arctic ice
eviscerate whole planets
shoot the moon dead.
I will vaporize the stars
pull the sun from orbit
tilt earth on its axis.
Aye, these things I’d do
to find the vile demon
that has harmed my love.
And if he should be
cold dead in the ground
lying there falsely.
Then to his coffin I’d go
crush him bone to bone
and send him swift to hell.
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Absolutely I apologize, with lies an indecisive lashings.
Could this be my innocence or some good intentions lapsing.
Shoot the moon ,prowl penny less an lacking under her spell or just collapsing?
The smell of ever after ,lingers gently although attacking
Get off my voice from around my soul
A twisted artist knows ,lames lay
Blameless and tasted
Broken luck awaiting, while aware there cares are fading
Mimic minor threats
My head`s against the ceiling
Sunshine that`s what I`m dealing.
VALENTINE – Vintage 2012 -repost
Valentine you rock!
You be a real cool tattoo
Got the hots for you
Let’s get it on damn fine soon
Sip Corona shoot the Moon
Dave Austin
COOL VALENTINE
valentine you rock
you be a real cool tattoo
got the hots for you
let’s get it on damn fine soon
sip corona shoot the moon
for Chris Matt's
Favorite Songs and Lyrics Contest
“We were born before the wind”
Held by angels and given wings
To fly this world ephemeral
Every breath a miracle
“And oh, I’ve seen fire and I’ve seen rain”
Chased spectrums of the rainbows burst between
Held my arms around the thunder storms of lovers
Rode on river bends deep with loss and wonder
But still I’ve only ever found an aching that is you
In alpine meadows drenched with light inside the morning hue
And when the sloping sun sends golden kisses out to sea
I “shoot the moon and miss completely”
It seems I‘ve always drifted out or crashed and combed this life
A seeker gleaning meaning in the shadows left behind
Where night is sleeping softly round the lonely stars above
“Oh, mirror in the sky, what is love?”
Van Morrison
James Taylor
Norah Jones
Fleetwood Mac/Dixie Chicks
Trying to shoot the moon!
Your butt looks like octomom’s womb.
Inclined as you ride.
Not a crack you can hide.
The seat got lost in a tomb.
© May 23 2010 For Carolyn’s “Battle of the Bulge” contest.
I assumed that the heartless ones would win.
So when you dealt me no hearts for my first hand
I was elated. I thought I had the game in the bag.
I could barely contain my enthusiasm.
(I don't play poker either.)
But I did get some high cards
And the queen of spades.
(What a ***** she can be!)
The other players put out their lowest cards,
Which was cruel to me
Because I kept taking heart, after heart, after heart,
Until I was full of feelings
And I still held the queen.
"Full of hearts yet disheartened?
Awful game, this."
What I did not realize
And you explained to me later
Is that if you can take all the hearts,
And keep hold of the queen
You shoot the moon.
So I held on
And put everyone else out.
And I found myself over the moon
Without you.
You called it beginners luck --
But, still, it felt like victory.
I cannot still believe my karma
When all drab hope expired
And with it my faith
In humanity -
We met.
I do not question Fate,
It's snakelike ripcord slither;
I accept whole the dream
For fear it is -
Not real.
I will not court denial,
Kiss belief in this fortune;
The living treasure you bestow
Upon my being -
Breathes exultant.
I know only these things:
Life weeps fluid ephemeral,
And bludgeoned by impairment;
Yet together we may shoot -
The moon.
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