Played them like a...
A lyric for a 2012 Christmas song
Table cloths and napkins
Now rumpled bundles of stains to clean
Bright ribboned boxes
Which held surprise
Lie crushed and torn before our eyes
Well intentioned learning toys
discarded by the girls and boys
Turkey gravy fish and ham
fight for the shelf space in leftover land
Jingle bells and other cheer
Banished For another year
Hit the sidewalk fast
The ghosts of recent Christmas past.
This came to me today. Why or from where (as usual) I don’t know.
Feel free to adopt it. Hopefully I wont need it for a while.
No plot for a marble slab to grace.
No euphemistic “resting place”
No oblong patch with box below
No place compelling tears to flow.
Reduce this corporal shell of mine,
to smoke and ash and dust so fine
it can be carried on a gentle breeze,
to settle where the wind may please.
Those who feel the need for prayer,
can exercise it anywhere.
For I’ll be in the light of dawn,
and each sunset that you gaze upon.
The Kings of Avarice
By Johnny Blue
The man who would be king
Sees the coming prize
Yet never thinks to view the kingdom
Through the peasants’ eyes
He builds his castle turrets high
His avarice is unbound
He rewards himself each day his castles
Don’t come tumbling down
All the market kings
Play their daily game
Millions may be hurt
And yet nobody takes the blame
They built the towers high
On the backs of those below
And all the kings’ men spoke in tongues
That the peasants did not know
The kings of avarice
Would party every day
Knowing when the bill came
None of them would pay
They built the towers high
Knowing they were unsound
Yet the headmen heaped rewards on them
As the walls came tumbling down
The peasants gathered in the streets
Beneath the castle walls
But the kings of avarice refused
To hear the peasant calls
There came a shout for heads to roll
The kings laughed at the peasant scene
For the kings decide who has control of
Everyday the peasants ask
Who will bring us justice?
The headmen shirk the task
They have been bought by
The Kings of Avarice.
If you would like to fit them to music get in touch and we'll work it out.
Having the lyric first is not unheard of, it worked for Elton and Bernie.
From the Globe and Mail
The Dude of Avon?
“A South African anthropologist has asked permission to open the graves of William Shakespeare and his family to determine, among other things, what killed the Bard and whether his poems and plays may have been composed under the influence of marijuana,” says LiveScience.
Grave photograph by David Jones from flicker
This may be good as a graphic novel
Mizaree and Ace
She was a girl called Mizaree
but Mizaree didn’t like company
despite what other people say
that was just her way
Mizaree didn’t like company
He was a boy called Ace
who never had one in the hole
whatever he had he stole
Seldom diamonds mostly coal
A little like his soul,
a little clubbed and cold
There never was a sign
that said this town’s called “Hell”
that was just the way it felt
maybe not how it was spelt
But a rose by any other name will still have thorns.
The first time they crossed paths
was in a bar called “The Purple Orange”
Mizaree had heard of love.
Although she never knew romance
Ace never stood a chance
It was love at each first glance
lady luck had finally dealt him a winning hand
They say that lives can change in the twinkle of an eye
He was a loser who loved gambling
larceny and philandering
He could turn his hand to anything
except an honest days work
It was a part of life they’d never known
Mizaree loved his company
They say the good Lord moves mysteriously
and Ace realised that finally
he would have to change his ways
They agreed the time was right
that they should make a brand new start
abandon hell and its hand cart
it was time to play it smart
and arrow straight
She sat looking from the window
of the last train out that night
with Ace nowhere in sight
and the clock; if it was right
gave him ten minutes
He came running around the corner
without a minute more to spare
a fist of green-backs in the air
and a smile from here to there
that made her heart leap
But her heart was stopped mid-leap
as Ace jumped for the door
three little pops no more
she heard them like a cannon roar
as Ace fell to the track
The train began to pull away
slo-mo at first then getting faster
unaware of the disaster
she watched her old life slipping past her
and her new life fall apart
The train chugged on its way
leaving her lover on the track
she saw enough of the attack
to see no point in going back
she walked with a heavy heart to the last carriage
There was a bridge at “Three Mile Gorge”
she had been there once before
she would go there just once more
she stepped through the carriage door
into the night
The wheels clattered on the rails
the wind went whipping past
the train was moving fast
as she prepared to breath her last
something caught her eye
It was tucked in to the panel
on the platform just below her
a card that he would often show her
in the hope that she would know her place in his.
She stepped down and lifted up the ace of hearts
The card felt electric in her hand
As she pressed it to her breast
She wiped her tear stained face
and vowed she’d always carry Ace
inside her heart.