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In Milwaukee, Music on January 28, 2014 at 1:28 pm

So this past weekend looked like –

And tasted like –

And sounded like –

And played like –

And felt like –

The World

In Music on January 21, 2014 at 10:37 pm

Well, I’m often sharing poems or quotes or thinky-thoughts from an afternoon or a foreign shore or a just-before-bed on Minutes of Honey here, but that probably doesn’t speak to the half of it, really. Because the half of it these days, dare I say the three quarters of it, is music.

Having written songs since I was racing down the street with my best friend as a kid, tumbling into her house, a new jingle on our squeaky mouths to the day someone in college turned around to me on a bus and said I kinda could sing sure thing to when my dad picked me up a rummage guitar and a cute boy sitting on his porch offered to teach me to today, finding myself smack dab in a band, in the throes of poetry wedded to sound wielded as music, I have found nothing more useful for a step-ladder to God, peace, or whatever it is we usually don’t know in life, than a song.

$7 guitar

$7 guitar

And, since the words behind a song often take second fiddle, I thought today, on a long overdue edition of Poetry Tuesday, I would promote them to first. So, dear friends, a little song I wrote last April called –

The World

So my little girl
I promised you the world
And here you are
You wanted sun and moon,
To smell the flowers in June,
To see the light, to see the dark
You sought torrential rain,
Days of joy and pain,
I promised a little too much of that last part

Hey there lollipop
I pulled out all the stops
I hope this is the place you want to be
Because your face by campground fires, your laugh on the telephone wires,
You alone are all I’ll ever need

Chorus
So when the night comes howling
Its malady and strife
And all out there is stalling
And you lose yourself to fright

I want you to stop

And think upon heredity
The swan song of centuries
Ended to begin here in your life

Hey there apple pie
I’ve yet to find a word to paint you by
You surely would have done the old masters in
Remember summer days when we just lay a-ways
After getting up for bakery in the morning
Remember all that school, showing me all that you knew
You surely were the smarter of us two

Woo-oo-oo, my whistle symphony
I know you wanted to believe
That we would always land here at the top
But to my ken since fate is quick to join or journey as she sees fit
I’m just glad to know our love is journeying on

Chorus
So if the night’s been howling
And I have left you here
And all out there is stalling
And you start to catch the fear

I want you to stop

And think upon heredity
The swan-song of centuries
Ended just to meet you, my dear

So my little girl
I promised you the world
And here you are
You wanted sun and moon
To hear the rooster croon
To see the light that once was dark
Turns out you’re what I live for
And so forever more
I bless you with the love that’s in my heart

PS

In Life, Milwaukee, Music on January 18, 2014 at 12:19 pm

ImageThings really rallyingly decent. Playing with my band. Playing solo. Writing songs. Writing for a marketing company. Spending time with a nice boy. Keeping the existential thought junkets at bay by waking up in the morning and eating breakfast and washing dishes. By going swimming and vacuuming the rug and running races with my reading eyes to keep ahead of library fines and generally, in so busily doing, digging enough of a trench in time to keep worry from prying.