Lyrics in progress Will you? Will you let me hold your hand when you are lonely Will you let me smile when you walk in the room? Will you let me cry when I see you feelin' blue Will you let me be a friend that is true to you?
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Yes I used to be a professional Trumpet/flugal player, stage, vocals and limited keyboards. (about 10 years prior to health issues) Now a days I just write/compose using a PC package instead. Sample
@Wegs, I don't normally share this sort of detail as the musical side of me has a very sad story attached... Do you play an instrument?
Sunday Park Brightly filters sunlight through the foliage of the scarred old tree bearing knife marks Joe loves Mary, 1963 broken hearts, carved so bold for anyone to see Sunday morning park basking in the sun flowers blooming, beetles zooming so inviting to have fun Car pulls up the parking lot slamming doors, engine hot blankets, dishes, picnic baskets on the grass that is still wet balls and bats, strung out net now we’re ready, we’re all set. Watch it Johnny, don’t do that Steven, see, you broke the bat oh, where is that catsup now we need more coals, this meat is raw oh, my, I’m just to old for this I should have stayed at home mother, look, you see this bump he hit me with a stone Sunday, funday park blazing in the sun people bustling, children tussling all pretending to have fun Time is up, time to go it’s getting onto six let’s break it up, pack it in no, no, no, no more tricks we’ll be back next week for sure you can count on that hurry up now, let’s get going has anyone seen my hat Sunday evening park slowly sets the sun litter scattered, flowers battered all is quiet from the fun Dimly filters sunlight through the foliage of the scarred old tree bearing knife marks I love Mary, Joe is crazy, 1963 broken hearts, pierced with arrows but no one to see.
I used to look up at the night-time sky And ask myself the age-old question: “Why? Why does the sky appear so dark at night?” And then I found out: Because there’s no light!
What? Let there be light, day and night! Don’t judge the night sky with a naked eye. Due to endless space, there’s still a trace. It’s a common misunderstanding. The universe is still expanding. So, don’t be misled. There’s light…in the infrared.
Of course the Universe is still expanding – At least the Big Bang is my understanding – Though if the Universe is dense enough A Big Crunch may start pulling back all stuff.
Swallowing Butterflies Hurriedly on my way to a meeting, I met a pause in the hallway - She wore my crooked smile While I carried my anxiety My arms full of notebooks Scattered pages poking out Dog-eared and dirty with use Like an agenda of worries I continue to write minutes - Hours of concerned intentions Drawn forth by my worn pen tip From a dark inkwell of insecurity Contracts I write with myself I envied that pause - Moving counterclockwise She had so much time To breathe
Code: [CENTER]No names will be mentioned in the description of this portrait This man once welcomed me with wide open arms I fell into his trap like a lost and wandering sheep I tried to do everything he told me to do afraid he might turn me out But now I am strong enough I now need not be his slave for I can now at last stand on my own two feet No names have been mentioned for this portrait but if that man reads this and knows who he is I can only say I am sorry but it is not my fault I have no power to save him from knowing who he is[/CENTER]
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Old man Old man sitting, rocking , dreaming summer evening, swamp air steaming he's a'thinkin, puffin smoke pipestem worn, burned out bowl crops of corn, grandma's stole he's a'thinkin, puffin smoke Jody's dog, what a scare Billy's hog, last year's fair he's a'thinkin, puffin smoke Old man, sitting all alone thinking and a'dreamin, ain't no phone he's had a good life by and by now he's resting , time does fly silver watch, cousin Joe boxing match, what a blow he's a'thinkin, puffin smoke caught a trout in the rain damn that gout causin pain he's a'thinkin, puffin smoke Old man sitting, rocking , dreaming summer evening, swamp air steaming he's a'thinkin, puffin smoke