Blues For The Lost Days

Blues For The Lost Days
Looking back through the years
Like I got myself a time machine
Memories flood around me
People and places where I've been
I had the blues for the lost days
Way back when times were lean

We had Sonny Boy, Freddy King and Hendrix
And they'd be sitting in till the break of dawn
Sweating at the all night Flamingo
And coming out to pigeons on a Sunday morn
So many raves, so much music
But back then, nobody knew that the London blues were born

So today I got to thinking
Where go friends that drift apart
Some of them are dead and gone now
But they still live on in my heart
I had the blues for the lost days
And there ain't never gonna be no counterpart
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# Posté le samedi 10 janvier 2009 15:35

The Night

The Night

The night we met I felt so good
The stars fell from heaven
The moon shined so bright
I never thought it could

But then the owls hooted
The coyotes barked
I wished it was day
My mind was polluted

The rain came pouring
The moon eclipsed
The night was blackened
By this single doing

I felt lost
I felt scared
I still so
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# Posté le samedi 10 janvier 2009 15:50

Lost a lifetime

Lost a lifetime

Wasting a lifetime
Trying to find love
Nothing happens
No hope...

Suddenly see her
But ten years before
Can't do anything
Used to be friends, nothing more...

Now realized affection
Can go no further
Lost a lifetime
And lost desire...

Try to forget
But can't
Try to die
But don't...

Mind suddenly gone
No end is near
Nothing to do now
But go on...
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# Posté le samedi 10 janvier 2009 15:58

Lost World

Lost World
Love's restricted to those we know
Care not for others but ourselves
When doctors and lawyers are criminals
What's gone wrong with this world

Love lost, panic started
Do something to change it
Before it's perished

The world is lost without our love
Cherish it, adore it
Before it's lost
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# Posté le samedi 10 janvier 2009 17:11

Modifié le samedi 10 janvier 2009 17:55

WHITE OF COTTON

WHITE OF COTTON
Oh, the white of cotton sheets, the perfect edge, the perfect pleats
The dreary walls, the lonely halls, the soft excruciating calls

I always gladly stood by you through every test they put you through
The chemicals, the painful nights, the nightmare dreams and stinging bites

But when I saw you lying there so thin and weak, no voice, no hair
Your chest, your head, your thinning back were left in radiation black

My eyes were not prepared to view this dying man, this other you
Who lived with me beneath blue sky, and now a man too weak to cry

And oh, the white of cotton sheets, the tubes and needles, rhythmic beats
Metallic bed, metallic sound, a skimpy robe they tied around

My heart was not prepared to see you tugging chains to set you free
And oh, how much your eyes beseech a nurse's button out of reach

Never had I seen on earth discomfort's torture on a berth
With sheets of alabaster white, with ends and corners tucked in tight
Your rose was but a thorny bush, a button there too weak to push

And all your pain I took as mine, til morphine's regulation time
A bowl of soup you could not eat, disturbing words you could not speak

A skeleton between the threads of sheets of white on metal beds
And every player played his part, but no one had prepared my heart
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# Posté le samedi 10 janvier 2009 17:19