Spotted Pardalote
very rare singer to see
cute Australian bird
A bar singer asked for a request
But all he got was "give it a rest"
He said "I know that song"
"Please all do sing along"
In that moment he felt truly blessed.
He started to sing and he got jeered
His eyes then filled up in floods of tears
So he ran out the door
Was not seen any more
Till he returned much older by years.
Customers in the bar sat and stared
“His singing's out of tune” they declared
They all went from the room
Left the singer in gloom
His ego was severely impaired.
He said to himself, “that’s it, no more
I’ll ask if I can just sweep the floor”
The manager said “yes”
“You can clean up the mess
But don’t sing when doing your chores.”
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.
As my ship blows on the sea of life...
I'm a man with a golden voice!
And I... search for my one true love...
so I can feel that underlying joy...
and I can be something whole!
Tears fall on my sleeve.
The wind flows on me...
and the moon is my only company!
My ship...ooooo...blows on the sea of life...
and I'm a man...with a golden voice...
and I wish to fall...in love...
in love!
As I.. talk with you...
I feel I'm sitting here...
under a rainbow...
in the sky!
Which is a recipe...
for love and harmony!
And dreams...
as cheesy as they go...
dill like a pickle...
or false like fools gold...
can come true!
If you only knew...
how to reach...
for those very stars!
And my heart...
was forever lonely...
till I met you...
my true love.
You make my vision...
come true...
oooooo!
As I.. talk with you...
I feel I'm sitting here...
under a rainbow...
in the sky!
Which is a recipe...
for two lovers...
to embrace!
And my heart...
was forever lonely...
till I met you...
my true love.
You make my vision...
come true...
oooooo!
As I.. talk with you...
I feel I'm sitting here...
under a rainbow...
in the sky!
Which is a recipe...
for love and harmony!
And dreams...
as cheesy as they go...
dill like a pickle...
or false like fools gold...
can come true!
If you only knew...
that I...love you.
that I...love you...
that I...love you.
Permit me to say how much I admire
Your voice and music--oh, how they inspire!
Each note from your lips speaks straight to the heart,
Awakening love as from Cupid’s dart.
My world seems to rest when you start to sing,
Entranced to go wherever your songs bring;
Suddenly I find in spite of all strife
A perfect world and a wonderful life.
The shadowy room when your music plays
Fills with colors diffused by the sun’s rays.
Forgetting all my troubles, I rejoice
Listening to your mesmerizing voice.
From fields of gold to the streets of Beijing
My thoughts take flight by each pluck of the string
Of your guitar, and then Time passes by
Like riding a sailboat where Sea meets Sky.
Thank you, Star, for your enchanting presence,
For piece by piece I feel my existence
Radiates at the sound of tones so sweet
From an Angel that makes a day complete.
November 3, 2024
Baguio City, Philippines
Come with me, oh clandestine friend
Staring at a child, caretakers sharpen the edges of her fatigue.
Look at the wounds they keep running over—
I hear they are a source of mystique.
As they swarm around us, watch the fireflies
Eating away the spot where my youth lies
It must be forgotten but I let it linger
Lit up by the song of a haloed singer.
Fireflies love it when we reminisce
All our days of bliss.
When we carried around a burden as if it meant nothing
As if it weren't our elders who should've held it
While they showed us false prophets
Fireflies love when we sing of youth lost to Judas knives
And all the tragedies that become our lives.
Storyteller
telling a story in
Emotional song.
I will play my music for people I like
On a stool in front of a stand up mike
No jumping jack run
Across stage in fun
Just songs about people I met down the pike
Frankly, he was a man
Though not very tall,
His voice made him seem
Very big to us all ...
He could be an actor
He could even dance,
With a photogenic smile
And a dapper stance
Gentle and sweet
Known for his eyes,
Donning a fedora
With suits and ties
He was generous ...
If you needed something,
Gave you his all ...
Even when he'd sing
The lonesome road
Didn't always go his way,
With twists and turns
That's life, he'd say ...
He was renowned for his good looks
when I met this young man,
--at work, admittedly, gadzooks!
'Twas about four a.m.
He was one with lots on his mind
arms on the desk, leaning,
offered water, but he declined,
now face to face, smiling.
His thorn, a Hollywood idol,
a while will be a pain
hand fanned me close, his truth was told
till he boarded a plane.
Soon nineteen-eighty will then square
I know what's coming next ...
suite keys for this one-song wonder
plus for his replaced ex.
His family are known figures,
both his mom and his dad,
and his older brother, and him
too! Pointless 'Want Ad'.
Sing us a song oh giant of the deep,
an ancient refrain to hear in our sleep,
let no man silence you and your kin,
if contemplated would be a sin.
Across the oceans of our world,
we hear your song till tears explode.
Catching our emotions filling us with joy,
uplift your song to the very sky.
andrew mcintyre 7/1/2024.
If there was one movie left for me to forget
And you placed a bet,
On the one left for me to forget,
I think you would lose that bet.
The singer not the song,
May be, in most memories long gone
But for me it is still the one,
That places the singer of the song,
Above the song,
And I don't think that wrong.
It is not too late,
To set up a plate,
And make a date with 1961,
The year this one,
Let Dirk Bogarde and John Mills shine,
A spotlight on a song that has been sung,
For so long,
Yet not always sung,
As strong.
The poem speaks,
its words scare the songbirds away.
Who drops or raises
those stage-lit
opening or final curtains?
Not death, nor life,
it is the phantom in our opera,
the shadow of all our songs.
What is that which sings unseen
in the throats of lovers?
Not you nor I,
we are but the curtains
that rise and fall.
Simon Le Bon English singer who rocked the eighties
Three Ivor Novello Awards British Academy, maties
Duran Duran's lead singer and lyricist
Flair for poetry my favorite empiricist
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