A few attempts at being lyrically brave...
The Rose
I am singing along and never alone. I crave you in the red, needing you, your support in the blue, and the strength is mine alone, mine and lonely, red faced shame craves company I’m longing for their songs so long ago but when they are gone, they’re gone for ever blue I go on singing you ...my shame,is my name its my sorrow… Its my song I sing along I sing alone…no more bang… and no gong, I beg of you -to beat on these- beating drums. pound out the song- Bang Gong! I strum along, playing the notes all wrong...till I go blind and then I feel it...so strong I make my way along, I'm running in- the red and blue. I'm bleeding sound and searching outthe perfect note and then its red, and the perfect beat is blue seeking out, some sick sorrow to drown it out but I won't Ibang the gong because I know it all through my bones - and let it out and out and out- OUT LOUD, in a blood red moonscape, I drown it out once in a blue-moon our hearts beat loudly and I sing my song- I sing for you, and it goes on- Bang Gong- and goes on, and into the red and blue, I am a true blue brother- loyal to the rhythm,loyal to the song and I’m loyal to the strings...that puppet pull me-you see through to me, and I’m singing, see?- rand the reds and blues are what they are- and aren't we lonely? loyalty... to the guitar...this time its blue, and I’m dressed in the red and blue- dressed in the red and blue….the chorus climbs pulling itself on upward...and its a swelling round, of such blood red swelling scales bang gong- goes the drums I keep the time plucking these strings to the beat in the blue- in the blue. Then Bang... Gong… rings out so loudly…. bang gong, the peeling bells call ringing out, I'm singing out and calling you by name, but I'm redly rung and I'm reeling because my sister sung it too- My sister blue- your so turuly lovely sister of mine so psychological…My blue, broken hearted girl- BANG on my GONG pull your hair back- I wanna see your eyes- so blue and so deep… so lock your eyes with me and sing with me don’t wait…in harmony I want to sing, but there is no sign no sorrow bound, no doves flying, just my faith in myself and in you my love... I’m red! I'm red! Red and inside I am so blue- red and blue singing into the red and blue... red and blue singing into the red and blue... and still we Sing it out- So here it is…but the thing is this(red and blue) that in the end, (red blue) in the end, (red blue)in the end I am alone,we are alone...Bang it out ! Bang it down! We'll drown it out in the song...and I swear that I will always sing along with you –RED BLUE–RED BLUE- but we don’t have to stay here and I Bang the Gong and sing this song, we don’t have to belong, to the red and blue- we don’t have to stay here- alone and lonely- in the red and in the blue. the red and blue- we don’t have to stay here- alone and lonely- We ca leave this behind and move on to sing a new song and end the one I'm on... so leave this behind and move on and sing a new song and end the one I'm on... sing a new song and end the one I'm on...the one I'm on...
And next...
...and I wrote
"One last night of shame is all that remains. The fruit I ate so eagerly... left naught but sourness and then the stains, some stains to remind me and to show you all...and to show everyone to show everyone to show everyone -And I sing the Sorrow- ascend the scales of my pain as the stain glows from within me this being its sign that my last night of shame is not over, that my last night of shame, shame, shame, is a never-ending rondo a canon or maybe just a drunken refrain
The Song Goes On, The Song Goes On, Scales Endlessly Climb Onward, Chords Keep Rhythm Infinitely, And The Song Goes On, The Song Goes On...
all that remains is the same thing that always remains and has always stained me and I conceal how sweet this shame is and wonderfully painful I must hide it But I am bare and the only thing to do is a distraction...one last refrain, One reeling verse I sing so proudly as if it is all I have, As if it were mine and I sing this song... I Sing MY Song! this song is for their sorrow and in the morrow and at the noontide and moonlit midnight in the dark, even in the darkness I even still sing for my shame.
The Song Goes On, The Song Goes On, Scales Endlessly Climb Onward, Chords Keep Rhythm Infinitely, And The Song Goes On, The Song Goes On...
The song haunts me whispers to me Ben, until dreams are all that remain I will lift you up again and again until you awaken you lust to the song so sing the song when shameful sweet caresses do not belong inside your heart Sing it out Your Shame! everyone knows your tender embraces are just a way to refrain The song of SHAME sweetness and passion and pain and restraint. Restraint. Restraining myself retraining myself to sing this song like I always have…like I always will
The Song Goes On, The Song Goes On, Scales Endlessly Climb Onward, Chords Keep Rhythm Infinitely, And The Song Goes On, The Song Goes On...
And I am so old so bitter and now I just want it to Shut up! my sweetness, Shut it up! but it still haunts me inside empty rooms, along silent dusty halls and through the door: I do not want to remember this…. parlors' shame the way those games gave me the sweetest chills, my deepest pleasure ever and did pretending I was playing help the pain when I finally surrendered… gave in, yet still playing coy then the song led me pulling me by my pleasure- taking me out there in the candy enchanted forest until it all cane apart and So I sing it out! scream it! out! belt it out! I’m singing the sluts anthem…I try not to be so sore so mad so eager and my deck is showing …
The Song Goes On, The Song marches Onward, and Scales my heights… it endlessly climbs upward, and onwards toward my forty-fifth degree Chords Keep Rhythm Infinitely, And The Song Goes On, The Song Goes On...
* I will probably post that one again with the rant that followed it.
and then...more later
I am singing along and never alone. I crave you in the red, needing you, your support in the blue, and the strength is mine alone, mine and lonely, red faced shame craves company I’m longing for their songs so long ago but when they are gone, they’re gone for ever blue I go on singing you ...my shame,is my name its my sorrow… Its my song I sing along I sing alone…no more bang… and no gong, I beg of you -to beat on these- beating drums. pound out the song- Bang Gong! I strum along, playing the notes all wrong...till I go blind and then I feel it...so strong I make my way along, I'm running in- the red and blue. I'm bleeding sound and searching outthe perfect note and then its red, and the perfect beat is blue seeking out, some sick sorrow to drown it out but I won't Ibang the gong because I know it all through my bones - and let it out and out and out- OUT LOUD, in a blood red moonscape, I drown it out once in a blue-moon our hearts beat loudly and I sing my song- I sing for you, and it goes on- Bang Gong- and goes on, and into the red and blue, I am a true blue brother- loyal to the rhythm,loyal to the song and I’m loyal to the strings...that puppet pull me-you see through to me, and I’m singing, see?- rand the reds and blues are what they are- and aren't we lonely? loyalty... to the guitar...this time its blue, and I’m dressed in the red and blue- dressed in the red and blue….the chorus climbs pulling itself on upward...and its a swelling round, of such blood red swelling scales bang gong- goes the drums I keep the time plucking these strings to the beat in the blue- in the blue. Then Bang... Gong… rings out so loudly…. bang gong, the peeling bells call ringing out, I'm singing out and calling you by name, but I'm redly rung and I'm reeling because my sister sung it too- My sister blue- your so turuly lovely sister of mine so psychological…My blue, broken hearted girl- BANG on my GONG pull your hair back- I wanna see your eyes- so blue and so deep… so lock your eyes with me and sing with me don’t wait…in harmony I want to sing, but there is no sign no sorrow bound, no doves flying, just my faith in myself and in you my love... I’m red! I'm red! Red and inside I am so blue- red and blue singing into the red and blue... red and blue singing into the red and blue... and still we Sing it out- So here it is…but the thing is this(red and blue) that in the end, (red blue) in the end, (red blue)in the end I am alone,we are alone...Bang it out ! Bang it down! We'll drown it out in the song...and I swear that I will always sing along with you –RED BLUE–RED BLUE- but we don’t have to stay here and I Bang the Gong and sing this song, we don’t have to belong, to the red and blue- we don’t have to stay here- alone and lonely- in the red and in the blue. the red and blue- we don’t have to stay here- alone and lonely- We ca leave this behind and move on to sing a new song and end the one I'm on... so leave this behind and move on and sing a new song and end the one I'm on... sing a new song and end the one I'm on...the one I'm on...
And next...
...and I wrote
"One last night of shame is all that remains. The fruit I ate so eagerly... left naught but sourness and then the stains, some stains to remind me and to show you all...and to show everyone to show everyone to show everyone -And I sing the Sorrow- ascend the scales of my pain as the stain glows from within me this being its sign that my last night of shame is not over, that my last night of shame, shame, shame, is a never-ending rondo a canon or maybe just a drunken refrain
The Song Goes On, The Song Goes On, Scales Endlessly Climb Onward, Chords Keep Rhythm Infinitely, And The Song Goes On, The Song Goes On...
all that remains is the same thing that always remains and has always stained me and I conceal how sweet this shame is and wonderfully painful I must hide it But I am bare and the only thing to do is a distraction...one last refrain, One reeling verse I sing so proudly as if it is all I have, As if it were mine and I sing this song... I Sing MY Song! this song is for their sorrow and in the morrow and at the noontide and moonlit midnight in the dark, even in the darkness I even still sing for my shame.
The Song Goes On, The Song Goes On, Scales Endlessly Climb Onward, Chords Keep Rhythm Infinitely, And The Song Goes On, The Song Goes On...
The song haunts me whispers to me Ben, until dreams are all that remain I will lift you up again and again until you awaken you lust to the song so sing the song when shameful sweet caresses do not belong inside your heart Sing it out Your Shame! everyone knows your tender embraces are just a way to refrain The song of SHAME sweetness and passion and pain and restraint. Restraint. Restraining myself retraining myself to sing this song like I always have…like I always will
The Song Goes On, The Song Goes On, Scales Endlessly Climb Onward, Chords Keep Rhythm Infinitely, And The Song Goes On, The Song Goes On...
And I am so old so bitter and now I just want it to Shut up! my sweetness, Shut it up! but it still haunts me inside empty rooms, along silent dusty halls and through the door: I do not want to remember this…. parlors' shame the way those games gave me the sweetest chills, my deepest pleasure ever and did pretending I was playing help the pain when I finally surrendered… gave in, yet still playing coy then the song led me pulling me by my pleasure- taking me out there in the candy enchanted forest until it all cane apart and So I sing it out! scream it! out! belt it out! I’m singing the sluts anthem…I try not to be so sore so mad so eager and my deck is showing …
The Song Goes On, The Song marches Onward, and Scales my heights… it endlessly climbs upward, and onwards toward my forty-fifth degree Chords Keep Rhythm Infinitely, And The Song Goes On, The Song Goes On...
* I will probably post that one again with the rant that followed it.
and then...more later
