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"We’ve come to see and to be seen - to hear and to be heard - Our shoes were made for healing - so let’s get down to the cure"
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"Gonna hit the boards together, groove with everyone in sight / electrify the music, with the magic we ignite"
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"Cause you turned I around and showed me the sky for the first time"
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"(When/while) Rose-coloured glasses - won’t recharge our rainbow’s blush / It’ll take a bolt of Love to mend the tears - painted with this fatal brush"
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"smudged with sage and words of (the) old - unchoking paths so long overgrown"
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"As the moon stole softly over the sun, this song was given soul - to breathe life back to dying language, singing spirits whole"
Lyric by M. Ocho:
"We’ve come to see and to be seen - to hear and to be heard - Our shoes were made for healing - so let’s get down to the cure"
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"Gonna hit the boards together, groove with everyone in sight / electrify the music, with the magic we ignite"
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"Cause you turned I around and showed me the sky for the first time"
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"(When/while) Rose-coloured glasses - won’t recharge our rainbow’s blush / It’ll take a bolt of Love to mend the tears - painted with this fatal brush"
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"(These) Quickening pains of Love’s (daily) revelations (Are) Thickening our skins and our blood across the nations"
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"Whatever is contagious You may get a bad case of Wash your hands of apathy And dirty them with love"
Lyric by M. Ocho:
"Questions give us purpose Answers give us wings But what is most contagious Is pulling all the strings"
darden smith commented on M. Ocho's lyric:
"cool. i would switch it around. courage to survive / codes between our eyes.
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Lyric by M. Ocho:
"The code between our eyes The courage to survive"
Lyric by M. Ocho:
"Get some more chill pills from my analyst"
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"Frantic Lullaby"
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"Currency Of Time (Tad Donovan)"
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"Floats the song of a journey playing ticks of the mind, / conducted by destination's tempo crime mime"
Lyric by M. Ocho:
"Before destination is left far behind / After is becomes was, and from's to in rewind"
Chris Barron commented on M. Ocho's lyric:
"the things that we, you, i/the struggles that our, your, my"
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"The things that we, you, I / The trouble that our, your, my…"
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"I've got something to do - I know what it is / Gonna find me some back up and prove there's a Wiz"
Lyric by M. Ocho:
"Between our eyes I can see now / the language that will always show us how ...to..."
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"The mist has dissolved at the break of the day / Like the feud from which we wisely walked away"
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"Above all, get understanding"
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"Above all, get understanding"
Lyric by M. Ocho:
"For a long time we've journeyed, through darkness and light. Even soul mates are bound to, occasionally fight."
Lyric by M. Ocho:
"This dance of destiny/ By faith will set you free"
Brad Roberts commented on M. Ocho's lyric:
"this is v beautiful, ocho. hope is see you in the peg soon. xo"
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"With soft caresses quantum gauzes spin / arrays in loops of time and space akin"
Brad Roberts commented on M. Ocho's lyric:
"there"Sometimes you want go where everybody knows your name, and they're always glad you came....""
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""Come in! - Sit down! - Hey Mate! - So glad I came!" / A yearn to rest where souls know well your name"
Brad Roberts commented on M. Ocho's lyric:
"ocho - you sound paranoid. are you getting out enough? xoxo fondly yours..."
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""Come in! - Sit down! - Hey Mate! - So glad I came!" / A yearn to rest where souls know well your name"
Brad Roberts commented on M. Ocho's lyric:
"ocho - obviously you know you are doing this consciously, but when you use older englyshe spelynges and contractions like 'awake'ning' and 'pon, it sounds hyper-stylized. many older english poets - milton, for one - thought that poetry should have it's own language. wordsworth rebelled against it, and i like the dormant seed. good image. something that can take us somewhere. i personally prefer the rhythms of modern speech. "
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Lyric by M. Ocho:
" Awake'ning senses, whisper to pay heed. Confused I stumble 'pon a dormant seed."
Brad Roberts commented on M. Ocho's lyric:
"ocho - all my dreams have come to center in one town, a town that i have to come to know intimately in my dreaming world. it is on an island surrounded by sea monsters. i can sit here and picture the town center: one hotel, with a bar that is too often closed; a place where i stay with friends who live there (I am not a resident, always a visitor. this only started happening in the last 5 years. i'm sure there must be literature about this phenomena...."
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Lyric by M. Ocho:
"Walking through life finding new open doors, getting strange senses of being before"
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"So I look again - (and) wish 'pon my mother - / That soon she stops crying, her and the others"
Brad Roberts commented on M. Ocho's lyric:
"mary anne - of course i remember you and i'm very impressed with your submissions. you have real wit and are very insightful. xo bard"
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"Finding a hook can leave you hard pressed / Lets skip the deep thinking and simply write in jest"
Lyric by M. Ocho:
"We've encapsuled our essence our stories and signs / And catapulted them to the cornerstones of space and of time"
Brad Roberts commented on M. Ocho's lyric:
"this is soooo awesome, i wish i could put it in the song. "
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Lyric by M. Ocho:
"They once spoke in tongues / And were losing their wits / They now speak in rhymes / CURED! thanks to Hookist"
Brad Roberts commented on M. Ocho's lyric:
"i just want to shout out that i like the idea of this thread. my only contribution to the conversation here is that i'd like to stay in touch with you folks and maybe do this again sometime. i have always wanted to do a songwriting course online, and this is such a great platform. i feel like the videos are educational for you guys, and the collaboration is the real meat of it. i have a bunch of methods of generating material that would be fun to explore somehow online together. if folks were interested, I would take the time to write up a course with writing assignments that will help develop your technique, avoid pitfalls, tricks about getting ideas grow - basically my 20+ years of experience learning to write songs."
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"Im gonna put this post out as a common discussion area if people are so inclined"
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"Dashes and dots (helped) spread news of the racket / When we "secured" the God particles all in one basket"
Brad Roberts commented on M. Ocho's lyric:
"i know what the god particle is, but i still don't get the second line"
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"Dashes and dots (helped) spread news of the racket / When we "secured" the God particles all in one basket"
Brad Roberts commented on M. Ocho's lyric:
"you're doing well without the UK guy. tell him to play!"
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""Shoot for the moon!" we advise with great fervour, while shooting the oceans and our terra firma"
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"(All) The stars that have fallen just to simply create us / Are awaiting an end to their lengthy hiatus"
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The hearts of their totems swell (or louden) to be heard -
to breathe back the pride to our body of words
Their powwow of totems must be reheard -
in a treasury built with our body of words
Just a steadfast powwow will cover the damage -
of our treasury of language and enduring advantage
to put out the word from the damage done -
in a shining new lexis where there’s no ‘h’ in sun
and to intervene, but this time, to mend this vicious/silent cycle -
with more than bliss of ignorance, and careless trifles
I must intervene in our cycle of pain -
for the bliss of its ignorance doesn’t run in my name
I can’t intervene in our cycle of pain -
with the bliss of its ignorance that’s not running in my name
It’s all about me and it’s all about you /
it’s all about every word lost in this queue
In dreams of decoding my tribal chart / a misty totem points to my counterpart
When I close my eyes they beckon me -
the missing totems of my family tree
I close my eyes but/yet/still I see -
the misty missing totem in/of my family tree
(Posted in a brooding - and presently also taxing - state of diversity … tbc)
Waking with a start and a pounding heart -
from dreams (of) decoding my tribal chart
(I begin my journey …)
In the words of our fragile safety net -
some sing to remember, some speak to forget
Can I breathe life back to a voice in my soul -
or just sing one spirit whole?
Can’t play it by ear to learn them by heart -
Mother tongues are at stake so I/we must play it smart
In games of stickball, and circles and crosses -
in words of home runs, and cutting your losses
(inspired by the awesome senecalanguage.com/games site - et al)
smudged with sage and words of (the) old -
unchoking paths so long overgrown
beating a path, (with) heart to hearts, -
(and) words, young and old, all playing their parts
(Re) Beating a path from heart to heart
Birds of a feather somehow know -
that flashing in the darkness is a many coloured crow
“Ast’a Nitl’a” - are ancient words they proved could still stop traffic -
(on) signs to link with healing souls - (their) endangered gifts of magic
As the moon crossed the sun, we shielded our eyes to survive the burning rays -
but opened them wide to the purpose of singing our languages up from their graves
As the moon stole softly over the sun,
this song was given soul -
to breathe life back to dying language,
singing spirits whole
As the moon darkened the sun
these words were lit with soul -
to revive a dying language
and make a spirit whole
To save a language, feed the souls its many splendored courses -
where words are shared with love and joy, and spirits find their sources
Their conversations are a dish - best served in loving courses -
where words fused with experience make old and young join forces
The last of speakers joined her droid to share their final meal - through a wire spiriting the threatened words from flesh to steel
From Aotearoa to the shores of Turtle Isle /
words yearning for a voice plot courses through a dream’s quagmire
From blood to blood, it sticks in our bones /
tells where we came from, guides where we go
Empowering’s their time machine, as moving as wood smoke /
their words revive their past with fire only they can stoke
It’s said (or ‘They say’) languages are spirits, and their words are medicines /
where each one speaks through (or ‘empowers’) time machines, another (or - ‘that others’ - or - ‘translations’) cannot send
When you’re shivering and spent
and the gigs don’t pay the rent
My love letter will never leave you hypnotized
with words that scheme seduction past your boundary lines
(When) My love letter’s done, better turn up the woofer(s) /
Don’t mess with me ‘cause I’m a ballroom hoofer
I’ll strut my stuff in any weather
can’t take it off ‘cause it’s on forever /
but this coat of mail fits better and better with each love letter (that) I sew together
I wrote the truth the (w)hole truth and nothing but the truth -
I once was like family - now your business casualty -
Got to wake my memos (or innocence) coldcocked by your careless cold un-couth
For her mnemes are too strong /
Fixed to fleeting as they please /
He runs for the River Lethe /
But in her presence they both freeze
Riffing with the stars is all /
they’ll ever share with appetite /
But stalking moons balladly loom / haunted cocoons to afterlife
Gotta get down for love - get down to jibe - get down with the scars that we survive(d) /
Gotta get down now - gotta get down to feel (or stay) alive - (again)
(We/Let’s/Gotta) Get down for love - Get down to jibe/jive - Get down with the scars that have changed our lives -
(We/Let’s/Gotta) get down now - ‘cause we get down to survive
Get down for love - Get down to jibe (or the jive) - Get down with the scars that have shaped our lives - Let’s get down now cause we’re going to survive
Get down with love - Get down with life - Get down with the scars that have taught us to survive
We’ve come to see and to be seen - to hear and to be heard - Our shoes were made for healing - so let’s get down to the cure
Sweet salvation - amping up the sound / Look out everyone - Our Worlds are rising to get down
Sweet tarnation - You were sicced upon our crown / Hey World! - We’ve been humbled - Please let’s get back to gettin’ down
Sweet salvation! - It’s amping up the sound / Hello World! With (over)due respect - we’re (gettin’) back to gettin’ down
Sizzling off this skillet - with the heat to jump a flame / split the damn inferno - we’re gettin’ down back in the game
(Now we’re) Sizzling off this skillet - with enough heat to jump the flames / splitting the inferno - gettin’ down back in the game
So long we’ve sizzled in this skillet - and tried to cross the flames / for once we ‘ll miss the fire - and get down before it’s too late
Gonna hit the boards together, groove with everyone in sight / electrify the music, with the magic we ignite
Limelight darling (OR Darling of the limelight) - who could miss that silhouette? - You’re a storm of mind and passion that nobody (OR noone) could forget
Limelight darling - can’t resist your silhouette - but you’re all about the passion and you’re not afraid to sweat
Even the spotlights can’t resist your silhouette - beaming separations from the insincere coquettes
Electrification is (in) the music you ignite - when you hit the boards and juxtapose and blind the numb with sight
Jolting the pigments - beaming through the strobe - shaking up the rainbow with every step you (or we) juxtapose
Jolting the pigments - beaming through the strobe - shaking your true colours every time you strike a pose
With swe-et nothings - beckoning from your lips / blowing out like kisses - swinging with your hips
Striking a pose under a disco ball marquee - in a little black dress bedazzled you’re the strobing galaxy
Shifting this burnout smoothly into gear - we’ll meet back on our loop-the-loop and zoom (with) the stratosphere
With swe-et nothings - beckoning from my lips / blowing out like kisses - swinging with my hips
like a green light stopping traffic on the highway of blue funk slaying through the ether real close to a conjunct
Like a green light stopping traffic on the highway of blue funk your beauty whispers through the ether soon we really will conjunct
Now I’m not a hugger don’t mind hanging by myself - but when you reach out from the ether we go way past somewhere else
Now I’m not a hugger don’t mind hanging by myself - but when you reach out from the ether you pull me off the shelf
In a flash I understand your vibrations in my hand / join a party line with time ‘cause we ring each others’ chimes
Streaming from a blind spot tweeting “you are not alone” - it crosses Ts and dots the Is with fingerprints of tone
Caught within the echoes the shards embrace the sound -
Exploding like a brand new demo my feet release the ground
So we can use it or lose it - take it or leave it - dance like noone is watching - love like noone is notching
Embrace the sound
Release the ground
I’m halfway between believing and not - Hard to live without answers that won’t leave my blind spot
(Both) Caught in a draft between a window and a door - I started whistling along and then my feet fooled the floor
(Both) Caught in a draft between a door and a window - whistling through the cracks - glued to their soft innuendos
(Both) Caught in a draft between a door and a window - whistling through the cracks - glued by their sweet innuendo
We’ve got the therapy and God is out quarantine / and bouncing back (with you) will be easy as - with a one and a two and a three!!!
Live it, breathe it, never be conceited / It’s Your Get-Down and some will not believe it - but never ever let yourself deceive it
Gotta keep building and protecting - learning and healing - but strutting-your-stuff’s fed by - an unextinguished (or a flaming) feeling (or believing)
We’re traveling without moving to keep recharging with our peeps / but through the windows nature calls to (be careful/get down) in (or past) the streets
We’re traveling without moving when recharging with our peeps / but through the windows nature calls while getting down right on the street
My socks look like sliced Swiss cheese but smell like an antiseptic breeze / Can’t (Wouldn’t) touch you with a ten foot pole but will you get down with me Web-wise please?
At first I must be careful before kicking up my heels - but I’m not my own worst enemy so I won’t hurt instead of heal
Gotta take the load off to fill the space with what I need and demand a simple answer because the question isn’t deep
But there is a fifth dimension blasting through the tear in time / with a force that’s so magnetic getting down is by design
One’s insult - one’s injury
The meek and the guilty
Brought them together
But there was no treaty
There is no therapy and God is deep in quarantine / but bouncing back (with you) is easy as - with a one and a two and a three
Don’t know what tomorrow brings - Gotta get down now and make a change
Afraid to move afraid to speak the last time sent you up a creek
We aced the test for getting down - Let’s play it safe but rock (or shake/wake/heal) this town
We’ve held our breath until tonight
Working up an appetite
Sway your soul - move your mind / lose control before going - back the grind
Sway your soul and move your mind / Gotta work that body to do this grind
(Get down) Take the first step and believe it
(Get down) Slide it over and conceive it
(Get down) Make it count with every move and then achieve it
... walking on air
In a twist of fate we’re two hopeful romantics
Our fate is sealed - We’re two hopeless romantics
Two minds to wind a dream that shines through a rainbow built to pass the tests of time
Two dreams to banish/shield/hold back/slay any nightmare - Two minds to manage everything we share
Two arms to unfold two hands to hold our hearts attuned to charm the bitter cold
Two arms unfold two hands to hold two hearts so close their heat rubs out the cold
Two sharp ears to listen Two sage eyes to see - Two soft lips to comfort and dull (or brainstorm) every fear
Two sharp ears to listen Two bright eyes to see - Two soft lips to comfort and loudly cheer
Two hands reaching to be found – Two arms pulling them homebound
Two hands reaching to be found -
Two arms pulling them from harm
Two bodies to harmonize two heartbeats - two spirits to break through false realities
Two spirits feeding their passion’s flame -
Two hearts composing their bodies’ sway
Two bodies swaying (or melting) to a heartbeat - two spirits building a reality
Two for two - through and through -
Seeing you in me and me in you
Two for two - through and through -
The coolest factor (is) me times you
Two is how you make me feel - Two is all we’ve got that’s real
Two hopeless romantics (living) in a constant state of magic
Twice the hunger twice the heat
Twice the magic feeding (or between) our heartbeats
(... made for -) Twice the passion - twice the speed (or creed/heat) - Twice the happiness guaranteed
Now together to explore our kismet - our life’s meaning’s turned from fearful to business
Now everyday - there’s something new in both our stockings -
and - I pinch myself to see if I’ve been sleepwalking
When you got into my car - we spun a 360 - Drove on with an astral beat after where we’d been
Now together we are speaking without talking - and together we’re a force that there’s no stopping
Now we’re living in the springtime of our love - our light’s growing in the darkness with the skies’ above
Now together life has double the purpose - (and we’re) growing stronger every day beneath the surface
From womb to bloom to tomb there echos all that is true
(But) The echo of us has still percussed beyond this bloom
But we were writing (or written) in the stars behind a cosmic clue
We found serendipity when the Earth moved
Destiny showed (or led) us to our bliss when Earth moved
Since we found ourselves inside that kissing booth
And then SUDdenLY the WORLD was something new
Since I FOUND the PICture PAINted by my heart of you
Compressed in my address
In my love of fancy clothes
I zoomed past every rose
You found me where I lay
Highways were my way
Before you shed your light
Existing was my life
My life was lying in wait
Like a fish out of the lake (or water ... etc)
Like swords and shields
Seeing ourselves times two
Seeing myself in you
(The) Ours, (the) mine, and (the) yours
Home brewing a/our “Road Story 2”
(Like)/Road-stories and home-brew
Growing/Holding/Releasing a love that’s true
Knowing what’s false and true
Telling the lies from truth
Turning from lies to truth
Leaving no page unviewed
Leaving no page unturned
Listening with our hearts
(We’re) Living it/life from/with the/our heart(s)
We’re) Beyond(/between) past and future
Living moments to moment
Painting clouds with silver linings
Stilling our restlessness
Turning unrest to peace
Turning the dispaired to one
Turning despair to hope
Like two God particles - (We’re) mutually cathartical
Like opposing brackets - We can make quite a racket
Like heads and tails / Like stamps or Ponies) and mail
Like Hansel and Gretel / Escaping from the kettle
I’ve found the coolest factor and I’m calling it “The You Times I”
‘Cause I’ve found the coolest factor and with you I’m more than ready to multiply
Because between us is a cool factor blowing past every borderline
Between us is a cool factor far beyond the borderline
Cause you turned I around and showed me the sky for the first time
‘Cause between us is a love that could even make the Grim Reaper cry
How much I never needed to apologize / For the cards that I was dealt and the choices that led me to you
It’s clear - Time’s teaching lessons from which noone gets dismissed /
So we’re handcuffed to our desks till we pass muster on our lists
Subducting the crumbling peaks of these stolen orogenies - hoping to climb this strong new epeirogenesis along with our all of our progeny
We’ll rob the thief beside grace on our knees and stand with science to infect the disease
While kneeling with grace to escape with (or break out) the stolen
We’ve been blessed with science and pulled up to be whole again
Kneeling for a weapon to reclaim what’s been stolen
Blessed with the sword of Science to make us whole again
(Solo en masse OR Sandy_ann_c’s line - see comment 8D) ... facing ourselves / finding each (/every) mirror - is a world on a shelf
(We’ve been) thrown into the mirror
/ and our eyes (or truth or bleeding’s) are getting clearer
But we’re all sad mad and gladiators at any given time / and giving up without a fight would be a real crime
(We’ve been) Entered by our own reflection(s) / living in uncommon (or a new) dimension
(We’ve been) Entered by our own reflection(s) / trying to fit into this (harsh) new dimension
(We’ve been) Entered by our own reflection(s) / broken by (/from) our past (/new) connection(s)
We’ve been) Entered by our own reflection(s) / (now we’re) spinning out in new direction(s)
(Now we’re) Hitchhiking through the sky // (Optional middle line - Our thumbs/necks are sore and we’re) // waiting for the end of this ride
You’ve felt what it’s like to be called “nobody” / Trying to to respect - and be - “somebody”
Now’s the time to use the words you wish you would have said - would have written, would have done, in the times we lost our heads
But we’re all in the family - in this virtual reality (- and ...)
But damage to damage like rust to rust - has worn away what’s left of our trust
(... part of the plan) To help us keep each other breathing between to be and not to be - until we bring this hugger-mugger to its knees
Shrink the fire grow your flame
Shake the sand out of your brain
There’s Smithdown and there’s Penny - but there’s just one Bioletti’s
Hey Morgan - I know we are now writing a pre-chorus as per your Facebook video today - But for the little extra lines you mentioned you were gonna think of yourself - for just after both MJs and MariaJack’s last lanes - I was intrigued and will put out my two pennies anyhow to suggest -
... Shrink but grow / ... Take your head out of the sand
(When/while) Rose-coloured glasses - won’t recharge our rainbow’s blush / It’ll take a bolt of Love to mend the tears - painted with this fatal brush
When rose-coloured glasses won’t recharge our rainbow’s blush / Will love mend the tears we’ve painted with this fatal brush?
Can’t be fooled by missing images - to lower the drawbridges
We’ve got ourselves a stalker
And there’s nothing we can do
Except get to know it/him
While staying dry in heavy dew
We live with eyes on every corner and in any patch of sky - A drone can bring you pizza and shoot a gun that notes(/logs/takes) your (vital) signs
The day would come when time stood still and chaos shuffled the cards - to took us on a journey (or for a sail) that could tilt an even heart
We were living truth, for loving’s proof, when chaos breached the peace (or light) / So we could learn much more about some other sides of life
When asked if he was bluffing (or flubbing/flirting/flurbing) - Death froze in his tracks - He grabbed the cards as he unthawed / Now he won’t give them back, or stop shuffling the deck D
Time straggled our (or It’s) feet when the louting started - so we could handle the heat and be less hard-hearted
Time straggled our (or It’s) feet when the louting started - so we became adept(s) in heat and got the shouting started
We’re only living truth - for loving’s proof - still the chaos only stops to shame(/tame/claim) it
It’s (or Love is) our future and it’s at our command / Uniting all our voices and the hearts of every land
(These) Quickening pains of Love’s (daily) revelations (Are) Thickening our skins and our blood across the nations
Gotta cover all love’s bases To unmask our one oasis
It sweetens every pot - and will never hide in Vegas
Our common ground - beats through our feet - It holds the seeds - of our vaccine - One day we’ll all - be back at ease
In the desert of this chaos
We are our own oasis
We’re all children of the (or its) sign / (It’s) why we’re born and where we die / Flashing in the eye of the chaos (or oasis)
From the heartland to the steppes
Through the coldness of the web
The beating (or heartbeats) is contagious
Just watched and was inspired by your video from the other day Morgan - and someone had suggested using the word chaos which you liked alot - then I thought of oasis - so to continue your train of thought ——————
(If we just pray) and find our way
Through the desert of this chaos (the beautiful chaos) There is an oasis (we’ll drink from the oasis)
The words that smell the most courageous must become the most contagious / to save (or coax) the roses from the thorns and throw the bull out by the horns
Whatever is contagious
You may get a bad case of
Wash your hands of apathy
And put on your lovin’ gloves!
Whatever is contagious
You may get a bad case of
Wash your hands of apathy
And dirty them with love
Questions give us purpose
Answers give us wings
But (is) nothing (is) more contagious
Than pulling on a string(?)
Questions give us purpose
Answers give us wings
But what is most contagious
Is pulling all the strings
Growing pains of separation
A drip undamed sires many torrents
My reflection in your eyes /
Never judged and never lied /
So in light of all that’s true /
I will always carry you
My reflection in your eyes /
Never mirrored any lies /
To you always I’ll be true /
And I’ll always carry you
My reflection in your eyes
Never sold me on a lie
And since then I always knew
I will always carry you
My reflection in your eyes /
Never told me any lies /
And for that I always knew /
I will always carry you
I/We will always bridge the dark
In the space between our hearts /
Where I’ll never fill your shoes /
But I’ll always carry you
In my life - through the good times and the bad- In my heart - when its shield you unclad
In my life - through the good times and the bad- In my heart - where its shield’s been unclad
In my heart - where we’ll never be apart - In my life - where your light has cut the dark
In my heart - through the good times and the bad- In my life - sometimes you’ve been all I had
The code between our eyes
The courage to survive
Mending the rift of this paradigm shift with rays spanning time and space
You fought with me to distract you from your grief - and found that stolen moments never stray
(With our) Rays entwined we’ve transcended space and time
Drawing sleep and stolen moments back to stay
(With our) Rays entwined we’ve transcended space and time
Now we sleep knowing our beacon cannot fade
Precious/Pristine moments to paint with minds of no restraint as untainted and sainted as a child’s
In these moments we see and also have been seen with the unrefined minds of babes
To see and be seen with (the) eyes and ears and spleen - unbiased as the mind of a child
Our voices meet in a piercing cry of need - unchallenged by malice and greed
The tone of our words on the canvas of the world is
sketched and stretched in time
The hues of our words on the canvas have been heard - to be faded but graded in time
This brush with fate has strained our living from the wraiths and our souls are rathe (or ripe) with faith
Truth belies a falsehood fashion -
(and) stains its label’s claim to passion
Truth belies our passion ration(s) -
faked and baked by/in falsehood fashion(s)
Our) History rolls legacies of labels / But (our) fate has earned its place behind Time’s table
With our fate at stake upon Time’s table / Crap shoot pasts roll legacies of labels
From a foxtrot to a waltz our stride (gait) has been restyled
Our hearts unlock the gates thunder cuts the silence, lightning joins the earth and sky reminding us we’re giants
With two steps up and one step down / we’ve met (or claimed) our highest height
Our personal - equation must be solved / despite our deviations from the mean
Our last pretence - of (our blissful) innocence / lies impaled - by a (blood-stained) picket fence
When cords - are snapped - and voices - untapped / get stalked - and mocked - by the clouds
Both spindle and spear of foil and fear estranged inside one common thread
When spindles and spears can’t foil their fears for pawning their one common thread
When spindles and spears - divided in fear - foil only their main common thread
To ride stolen moments from sacred prisms - dance far beyond these Elysian elisions (or heavenly omissions)
The blinds are drawn in the windows of the hearts of strangers housed in glass
What (crux) lies barred past the windows at the heart of a house that’s made of glass?
A parchment quilt - sheds its alma mater’s gilt - and throws the cinders - to the caution - of the wind
Parchments wilt in their alma mater’s quilt swathed in her inky tears of gilt
A parchment wilts from within its mater’s gilt nourished by the rest of her quilt
And minds of sparks strike strings upon its harp - exsanguinated and flayed with with a hiss
Stolen moments will haunt, stolen moments will rob, / stolen moments, in time, must be returned (or “will return”) to their hearth (as in home)
The mneme (memory or goddess thereof) is strong, comes and goes as she pleases / You can run for the Lethe (mythological river of complete forgetfulness) but in her presence it freezes
No moments were stolen - plenty were shared - forgiving consumed them - nobody cared
The family had two sides - One stitched up the wounds - the other side made - and kept chafing anew
On and off Time’s (or Life’s) beaten paths - where 1’s “Step Forward” and 2’s “Step Back” - once a giver - twice the thief - of stolen moments never sleeps
From the clash (or thunder) of shortcomings over a shallow past rained stolen (or re-choired) moments not built to last
Once a giver - twice the thief of stolen moments never sleeps
(Born of/She was/They were/etc)
oil and water in oversized shoes - shook down to shake up - till the day (they) shook loose
As the stakes get steeper
and the treasures, deeper
Finding countless reasons built this world between us
(Every heartbeat reminds me) -
There’s (some) courage behind me - But if we lean on each other -
When things fall apart
And chase all our worries away (can also be - “and while our worries away” - as in “while away the time”)
(Every heartbeat reminds me) start slow and stay steady
(Every heartbeat reminds me) - we’re all one big family
(Every heartbeat reminds me) - and/of echoes inside me
(Every heartbeat reminds me) -
(and) yours echoes beside me
(Every heartbeat reminds me) - it always will guide me
(Every heartbeat reminds me) - to trust it will guide me
(Every heartbeat reminds me) - of the fire (or spark that’s) inside me
(Every heartbeat reminds me) - That’s another behind me
(Every heartbeat reminds me) - That moment’s behind me
(Every heartbeat reminds me) - What will be will be
So we never feel alone (again) ‘cause - life is short
Give (OR giving) gifts that keep giving ‘cause - life is short
These gifts will keep giving but - life is short
Leave with no stone unturned
We can freeze time in grains of sand, but, life is short - - -
(the silicon in microchips extracted from sand)
I’ll keep my glass full - never serve emptiness
(And) We’ll/I’ll go everywhere they don’t serve emptiness
I’m young and I’m old - I’ve been over some hills
And make all my kisses say more than a kiss
And all of my kisses will be more than just ...
And I know which kisses won’t be just a kiss
Keep knowing know which kisses are - well - just a kiss!
Sew up the fabric of time that was ripped
And keep making memories to reminisce
‘Cause time’s not for sale while reminisce
And our words become one with each train’s parting hiss
Till our voices drown in (OR drown out) a train’s final hiss
Till they become one with a train’s final hiss
I’ve packed up my bags cause I’ve been so homesick
Get some more chill pills from my analyst
(I’ll) Be surprised by each day and its first and last kiss
(I’ll) Bring today’s sunlight to yesterday’s mist (Inspired by Frank Westcott)
(I’ll) Bring down the sunlight and break down the mist (Inspired by Frank Westcott)
(I’ll) seize every day like a first or last kiss
(I’ll) seize every day with a first and last kiss
Another attempt at a collabo-lyric with Pekkepop’s - see - https://www.hookist.com/single-lyric-view/?lyric_id=24424
Procrastination - won’t build a foundation / And with this silver platter - of what really matters / My cornerstone (or time capsule) I will endow
My take on Pekkepop’s lyric - see - https://www.hookist.com/single-lyric-view/?lyric_id=24424
Procrastination - won’t build a foundation / And with old silver platters - of woes that don’t matter / My castle walls won’t be endowed
I drowned in an ocean -
Of confusing emotions -
I believed many words -
That in my eyes blurred -
The line between me and the clouds
Those overtime hours -
Taste sweet but yet sour -
And I met with rock bottom before I recovered -
And found how I’m truly endowed
But (part of - OR - I learned) the key note -
Is we’re all in the same boat -
There’s plenty of sand -
And we’re all helping hands -
Together we’ll build them somehow
I was self-deluding -
So who was I fooling? -
Jumping through hoops -
Getting stuck in these loops -
But I’m so antisphexishness now!
With the blessing of Lovie D’Sa - I’m submitting our collabo-lyric (see comment for original)
At the edge of the ocean -
Where faith meets devotion -
I untie my boat - Of dreams and lost hopes - Knowing I’ll catch up somehow
I must have been dreaming - Of many roads meeting - As I (stood by / fell off) the wayside - I heard from great heights - That I won by a landslide somehow
I (woke to/ lived by) the chiming
Of nickel and diming
Now I smell each rose
Growing under my nose
From the petals long
shed by their boughs
A different future by now
If the weather allowed
And more low-hanging boughs - OR - And less low-hanging boughs
From the proverb “The boughs that bear most hang lowest” - depending on how you look at it
And less low-hanging boughs - OR - And more low-hanging boughs
Life is short
Stretch it out
Count the days
Make them count
Approach In Sync
So(u)l(e) Searching
Halfway To Forgiveness
(Driving In The Middle of [the Road) To Forgiveness]
Song/Melody/Chords/Score/Voice/etc Of Forgiveness (Debi28)
Learning To Forgive (Worldstock271)
Stuck In The Middle Going No-/Some- where Fast (rsmithline)
The High Road (kiva simova)
Numb Pedestrian? I'm not sure if the Google translation from Bengali is completely accurate, but I came across this today and was compelled to share it
http://www.somewhereinblog.net/blog/numbpedestrians/30237749
Let's Cease Emoting
It takes a long time to forgive and forget, but if you don't fight for justice, you'll only regret
From which side of pride your conscience is sounder
is where forgiveness for you or another is softer
Calamity, calumny echo her voice,
from which side(s) she comes from, was a matter of choice
The mneme is strong, comes and goes as she pleases
You run for the Lethe, but in her presence it freezes
and like any memory of a light that turned dark,
(she) sailed back to illume what still hides on the dock
Grasping for words that rhyme well with problem's
like weeding the lawn - with a bar of chocolate!
With hope in our hands, together we're rising / to leave every home with the sun always shining
With hope in our hands, together we rise / and make every place where the sun always shines
As long as the days keep turning to night / wherever the darkness is something to fight
together let's harness hope to the darkness / the sun's in our hands to meet the demand
Before there is light at the end of a tunnel / before there is peace and an end to a struggle
Let's light up tomorrow, together today (a variation on the 2nd part of journeyde's line "gonna soar over every mountain, that gets in our way/ gonna make some changes, send light today.")
Soothing the silence of absent moons
Lullabys reaching from out of the gloom
Stepping to leap for humanity
Steps up to leap for humanity
and shifting the tide that's clouded the sky
Dishearkening doubt and resolving our sight
A Rara echos though the land / bring a light to every hand
We're many hands, the load is light / a piece of sun for every site
Men anpil, chay pa lou / let's bring the sun to every room
From Trou-du-Nord to Jeremie / from the mountains to the sea
Edge of the Pendanticuliar (Axes)
(The) Frant
(The) Frant
Rant Of A Frantic
Frantic Lullaby
Currency Of Time (Tad Donovan)
A matter of why will (not) cut unattended
A matter takes place in a how, where and when / The duration of why cuts deeper extended
Matters take place (for) durations of why
(It's) (not) (just) What's wrong with you dressed as what's wrong with me
Starving its teeth on on locks it once fed / bleached yet annealed by the spit of its id
A wish washed by tune, an Eye for an eye, an exchange of sense, all love that I'm
Floats the song of a journey playing ticks of the mind, / conducted by destination's tempo crime mime
Before destination is left far behind / After is becomes was, and from's to in rewind
Floats the song of a journey, playing ticks of the mind, / destination conducting a tempo- mime crime
If nil, Then Do Until / For Else, Not Or, Count less and more
The things that we, you, I / The trouble that our, your, my…
222s bring news to me / Weird or what? Wait and see
I've got something to do - I know what it is / Gonna find me some back up and prove there's a Wiz
THANKS SO MUCH - for choosing my lines (especially my collaboration with Pekkepop for the bridge) and dubbing me MVH, Eric Stuart, and for all your kind words; all the best to your awesome band and Phil Nix - also to all you terrific Hookists that I immmensely enjoy working with so much, and to Hookist for this terrific platform - I wish you ALL the best always, on this most extraordinary day of solstice, first day of summer, unusual full moon!
Our song of love & dedication / Of brothers born & brothers sworn
Here's another take on Pekkepop's line - Now's the time for inspiration, our song of love and dedication, / of brothers born and brothers sworn, to walk the walk and brave this storm
Truth is we've rocked the tests of time / Let's roll with faith across the line
We know we've stood the tests of time / Let's keep our faith and cross the line
Let's rock our faith for hidden signs / That's how we've rolled through test(s) of time
Let's ground our faith and see (or read) each sign / That's how we've rolled through test(s) of time
So believe as we hit this road, with or against the wind / I'll always be there for you to hold, helping lean into every bend
Together we're power, together we're strength / It's time to win this battle, and we'll go to any length
For you've found yourself faced with a former ally turned to foe
Now I'm (or you're) crying like a child scared of running out of tears
You've (or I've/We've) lost your share of innocence and conquered many fears
You said you woke this morning / Just before your memory / And soon the peace was shattered / By its new reality
Words Of Change
Congrats to Kathryn and Paul for completing our bridgeness! Also thank you for accepting my multiverbal chorus suggestions which can also include Dan Herman's "must", if all are in favor. Here is a Comedic Break: I am delighted to have discovered the MTM Show for the first time in the last month, because I was very young during its original run, and found it too grown up and boring. As many examples of the woes of humanity echo throughout the microcosms of each of our daily lives, as well as in the plot of this episode, which outlines the use of wisdom in executing the power of both positive and negative forms of knowledge, I hope this inspires, at least, some laughter for you today. The entire episode is great, but my favorite segments are at 3:54 - 6:05 and at 21:10 - 22:55 https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=tw9T1G5uSc0
Hey Hookists - I could use more time for ideas today - you?
But this was our nature right from the start / We knew best, as children, how to open our hearts
A rough bridge idea based on the fact that students are also teachers sometimes - But why is it there's been no end to our plight? / We need to recapture our own childlike sight
I appreciate Saturday's enthusiasm regarding my suggestion and the application of Dan's contraction. Not to beat a live chorus, but since there will be more repetitions of it, perhaps an extra sense of gradual movement and variation can be also be achieved by saving the chosen "We're / We'll" version for AFTER the surley epiphanous bridge - and placing an additional version using "CAN" BEFORE the bridge - "WE CAN find a better way/ The dawning of a new world starting today (kathryn simova) / WE CAN build bridges, knock down walls / Love and peace for one and all (rsmithline)"
I have a suggestion - the second chorus could be something completely different - or - just a more affirmational version of the first - for example: WERE GONNA find a better way/ The dawning of a new world starting today (kathryn simova) / WE WILL build bridges, knock down walls / Love and peace for one and all (rsmithline)
Today, this world could really use a better sleight of logic / It's "So long, and thanks for all the fish" if we remain lethargic
P S R (an acronym also used in the naming of pulsars)
Do I Know
So with eyes closed in twilight, I'll surrender the urge / to fight for the flight, only just to diverge
The contrasting logistics and buried statistics / of dreams might reveal what's fiction, what's real
(Try) Counting the seconds to take a fresh breath, expelling each atom till nothing is left
Based on pamby1's line below and the idea of order in the chaos of the universe - Time is the greatest musician on stage, / but composing through space are bravados of rage!
But I don’t fear the crack slicing through zodiacs / Stopping time in its tracks
When a star is reborn it explodes / as if it's extending its soul / But two out of three will implode / to shrink or to shift many roles / Can't turn it back now, don't back down
When a star is reborn it explodes / It's like opening a heart / But two out of three can endure / One heart shrinks (or) one heart shifts / to no start (or) no end? / Can't turn (your) back(!)
We seek to soldIer rays of matter, much to their delight!
Two silent dreamers, dusk and dawn, determine day or night. / To minds that seek to solder rays of matter, see in twilight.
to question being questioned by these questionable doors
Cosmostatic
Cosmically Numb
The Infinite Space Behind Your Eyes
Cosmic Expectations
(Two) Cosmoknots (Passing) In Space
Cosmic Fabrications
Hellocinations
At An Impasse
No Bogos Fo(r) Mofos
Star Doors (or Door of the Star if you have a hangover)
Tug O' Peace
Let's Tock
I got your number, I got your lines, / stop appealing - atone the crime
Tell our BardBardBard how you feel and I will divulge the interior of MY card
Let Us Santafy Him!!!
Incomplete Santance
The Deer With Headlight - Sleighing the Kidnapper
Santa's Original Recipe
Santa Draws Trouble
Santacipation
Santa Was ParT Of His Own Trap
Santa's Losing His Religion
Santa's Veganese!
Blitzen Nearly Killed Him
Krampus 'n' Hoots
The Sound Of Santa
The Hunt For Red December
Crash Test Bunny
It Was Just The Lebkuchen
For it was this same pain that reopened his heart / and then every chakra below and above
For all the lonely young children that never belong / and for even the ones that keep kicking them down
And then he grieved for the childhoods that light never saw / for motherly hearts that never unthaw
If you want fun, then Oooh La La - listen to this - New York's hottest song is: Santa's Untold Story - Don't be thrown off if you hear a chanting Crash Test Yogi - you're on the right track! This song has everything - great rhymes, wormholes, safety equipment, altitude, blizzards, humor, a hopped up drone, regression, ..... (congrats Marcel Bingley, rsmithline, Qortni Medovichova, kathryn simova, and Ray Lonsdale!)
In an instant - they were just Harvey and Nick / when Christmas meant something and wasn't so slick / In a world filled with parcels of treacle and coal / they would share their good cheer and feed many a soul
For just a split second, the drone made some racket / then - zing! - it sailed off through time's infinite fabric
He gulped down some Gravol, while he gathered his wits, / then took a deep breath, and waved with his mitts
Young HE said, "Halloo! What happened to you? Now hear out the Bunny, our wife, and the crew!" / "(Even) our NEIghbor has moved, yet you keep spending time / at the FORTress next door mumbling nonsense that rhymes!"
He gingerly types "Humbug" and it opens wide / "I knew you would choose that!", his visitor cried --> [From inside the box rose two long fluffy ears/A bunny emerged to applause filled with cheers (pamby1)]
A voice from within the box speaks up at last / and a keyboard slides out as he stands there aghast (mostly pamby1) / "I’m stuck in here till you let me out/ Just enter the password to what Christmas is about" (kathryn simova)
Each year it has come since he grew disenchanted / Just a note with a wish that has never been granted
Inside was a nametag, a stocking hat - and - a ransom note listing a single demand
I switch to full throttle, let go of the choke
another take on Shefik's line --- We have tried to cross the bridges that we left too often burned / Now let's build some new ones with the lessons learned
We unite, to face addiction, not just now but every day, / keep a light on and the darkness far way
It imprisons with deception, sowing darkness, fear and pain / What's your weapon when Addiction calls your name?
There's a war against addiction that's is growing and well known / yet so many face each battle all alone
See comment - inspired by pamby1 - Well we hear it all the time - a life extinguished far too soon / Does it strike a chord or play the same old tune?
It is found on any corner, touching every walk of life / and it cuts both ways, this double sided knife
There's a darkness in the shadows, hunting both sides of the tracks and it's victims keep on falling through the cracks
It is found on any corner, touching every walk of life / It's a darkness roaming each side of the tracks
There's a darkness in the shadows, hunting every walk of life / It's addiction haunting both sides of the tracks
There's a soul whose life was darkened by an unexpected storm, / who was tempted by a shelter strange but warm
Sing for life, sing for liberty / sing for strength and recovery
We’re for life! We’re for liberty / on the road to recovery
We choose life! We choose liberty! / We choose joy and recovery
Claim your life, claim your liberty / claim your right to recovery
Raise your voice for recovery / Help each day end in victory
Share and cry, help a soul to fly / Feed the high that will never die
Silence ends when we really try / seeing life through each other's eyes
When the rules don't seem to apply / see the world through another's eyes
Break the rules and give it a try- / see the world through another's eyes
(You can) leave this train of addiction / on the same old trip for one to nowhere fast
(Believe that) Someone's just beyond the silence / to listen and to finally make it end
Enough of liquid love and powdered freedom / that disappear like smoke clouds in the breeze / The time is ripe to break these vicious circles / Let's unite to face addiciton, help light each road to (lasting) peace
Each day, we're free to choose, and we choose freedom (I choose freedom!)
Today we make our choice and we choose freedom (I choose freedom!)
Congrats to Natalie, Jerry, Tod, G.T., MJ, Dan, pamby1, Victorialyn, songirl, MichaelSean and all the rest of you Hookists - Great work on this haunting song - I enjoyed myself immensely - Until we write again!
"All my life", you told me once, "I've felt like things were wrong" / I know you'll keep on searching - hope you find where you belong
It took no more than a change of wind, and so that bird has flown / But I saw in your eyes as well, with me you felt alone
(Listened for truth, in your mode of rebound) It's logical, I hear you whisper / No more to say but - Live Long And Prosper...
Jokes were my shield. My enemy was fear / I wasted our time while you were, still so near
wasted my time when you were still near / and bottled those feelings instead of my fear
Waiting is, a game of chance / The least I had hoped for, was just, one last dance
Who are you really? (To me you’ll always be, my unopened letter)
(To me you’ll always be) Until we meet again (my unopened letter)
A chink in my mail!
To me you’ll always be / Stamped in my heart / my unopened letter
(To me you’ll always be) Most inevitably (my unopened letter)
Wistful their melodies (To me you’ll always be / my unopened letter)
It's in the delivery - the joke of an unopened letter
There's more to the story / of this unopened letter
Thundering whether (....to..)
Struck by your scepter
Haunt like your specter
(Un)veil your specter
This kiss that you've blown
I'm left holding the phone
You wouldn't chase that bone
I reap what I have sown
The love I'd never shown
And shaking my throne
I always watch the videos doubly - In case I miss a subtlety - As per our Captain Natalie - End your lines with "silently" - Or at least with words that rhyme with "me"! - (Click on "Watch" in WINNERS' CIRCLE at the top of page) ---- Concerning feedback. Here are my thoughts I was inspired to write last week but never posted as this is long winded. Some points have been expressed by others long ago but not for a while as far as I know. Sorry if some this seems obvious but it wasn't all obvious to me when I got involved last year -(1)- Read the comments in the "WINNERS' CIRCLE" - twice! -(2)- Watch/listen/read The Artist's video/notes - twice! (I find that it's easy to miss crucial stuff) -(3)- Copy all the chosen lyrics into a Notepad/TextEdit and start writing right underneath where you can always assess how your line fits/makes sense with what is already there -(4)- If necessary use online resources - eg - dictionary/thesaurus, "rhymes with ??", "ends in ??" -(5)- THAT being said - We are all, largely, read but unheard voices amongst ourselves here - even those who have been involved from the beginning - and of course texting is never the same as knowing someone and speaking face to face - YET - there is such a special unique intimacy in writing lyrics from our hearts and sharing them - immediately! - whether they directly relate to the song or whether you feel like sharing an occasional Comedic Break - Hookist is like a virtual "Dead Poet's Society" if you will - My experience is that it can sometimes be challenging to be myself and express my sense of humor, while being careful not to offend within my comments regarding someone's Art - so I do it sparingly unless I'm full of beans that day - I often make a fool out of myself - (yes it's true) - for as Jerry wrote recently - "My words slip out before I pause to think. Sometimes I’d do better by putting them to ink" - (that doesn't always help either when I'm convinced something I'm driven to write is a really good idea but in reality may not be - like this essay for instance) - BUT, the Hookist community is very empathetic, giving and protective - Noone involved is in any way an average person - If anyone wants more detailed feedback from others, just ask and ye shall receive!- I'm always open to feedback and collaberation - If I agree with a suggestion, I say so - if I don't, I explain why without taking any offense -(6)- Take every opportunity to give Jerry Brace, Walker Todd Davis and Dan Herman a hard time. - Cheers! Mary Anne Ocho
Your eyes saw just as silently
You suffered just as silently
You'd leave my life as silently
Now my wait ends silently
Their fate non sequitur
And time stands still
From your notice of rejection
From Once upon a time
(But) There's no answer as I gaze at the sliver of white beneath the vase
We said goodbye — when we were young (dmgerbino) / There was no choice - our song was sung (M. Ocho)
(As) The rushing stream of yesterdays hushes in the winter haze
Above all, get understanding
Above all, get understanding
Between our eyes I can see now / the language that will always show us how ...to...
Between our eyes the same as now / is the language that has shown us how
My pride has faded with the mist, and now I see the crime / I never heard the song between your words until this time
I was too proud to listen - now I realize my crime / Your soul was singing in between - your words for all this time
A word to the wise is not about giving / Hear more than you speak in the land of the living
The mist has dissolved at the break of the day / Like the feud from which we wisely walked away
Idiotic Interlude.... The table is set with crumpets and tea / It's nice to see you smiling back at me (Oooh Jerry!) / I spill some Earl Grey on your handmade doily / And find myself back up that Newfie treeeee / Above all, get understanding......
Is the whisper of a wish to come together / in brand new harmony
(Is the whisper of a wish to come together) and bridge the space with brand new harmony
and restore a state of perfect harmony
Is the whisper of a wish to come together
What precious bonds we dare (to) parlay
(Well) It's true how much can change in just one day
Above all, get understanding
Above all, get understanding
In spite of fear, no matter the ending
So after you're born and before you die
So after the war and before the peace
Above all, get understanding
Above all, get understanding
If you can't fix it - get understanding
Friends or enemies - get understanding
'Cause Mama always said, "Get understanding"
'Cause when I give you The What For and you wave me away, does it get any better? No how, no way!
For a long time we've journeyed, through darkness and light. Even soul mates are bound to, occasionally fight.
For when our ship yaws, and the crew grows unkind, above all we let, understanding unwind
I must flake off instead of out / escape this limbo, where time crawls
You give it all to play your part / while stuck at bases lacking heart / Win or lose, hang tough and wait / your diamond's found on home's sweet plate
In (the) Mirror's admonition, i spy / no Peace until, i am She and She is I
In (the) Mirror's admonition, i see / no Peace until, i am Her and She is Me
I gave Sin a role when Life got all SNAFU / Expected a cameo, not this Lulu!
I shot that life, I had one take / My peace is present's humble cake
This dance of destiny/ By faith will set you free
This was really fun to craft during my travels yesterday. Don't mean to write the entire 4-guitar-riff chorus - not sure whether the chorus will indeed take up that entire section either. Just got lost in my ideas and couldn't stop. I am putting this all in one post to explain my vision. I will also try to record this today to Gary's guitar track (if I can get around to it) - just to see how it sounds. The same idea could be used with other submitted lyrics. ******** The lyrics I wrote to recap our protagonist's plight can be chanted exactly to the rhythm of the guitar riff. I hear it as multiplied voices sounding like a heavenly choir. The options I give are easier to say, or, cool but harder to say.--------> He found himself on a wire / Got burned by keepers of fire (OR - Got burned and baptized by fire) / Infernal songs of the choir / Torment the soul of the liar (OR Torment his soul like a pyre) Devil's dance Devil's dance / Devil's dance of destiny (Dan Herman) / This dance of Destiny / by Faith will set you free (M. Ocho)
Astra castra, numen lumen / Astra castra, numen munimen ----> A neat Latin motto used for many things - Emily Dickinson named a poem after it - was inspired by Lora to submit an extended version of it ----> The stars are my camp, the Deity is my light / The stars are my camp, the Deity is my guard
(Guilt or Shame or Fear) is just the Devil's preacher / Destiny's a loving teacher
This dance with destiny / will one day set you free
Heard Ballroom Blitz - can't get this out of my head!.... Now this knight's spite of fright reignites his true might, / no respite in his fight till he rightens his slight....(Oh Yeah!)
Guilt is just the devil's preacher / Man up, Son, have faith you'll reach her
Damned deeds done for all the right reasons / Loosen sanity's adhesions
Secret crimes of heartful treason / broke his sanity's adhesion
THESE LINES HAVE ALSO BEEN SUBMITTED FOR THIS ROUND - SEE BELOW /1./ Spinning euphorically thru the clouds / Dreaming metaphorically amongst these crowds - Wally Peters /2./ Footsteps pounding on the ground / can my horse outrun the devils hounds? - Mephistopheles /3./ SECOND VERSE L.H.O.O.Q. ATTEMPT — Bribing Destiny to dance / With desperate deeds, there is no chance - M. Ocho /4./ The wedding singer was a dead ringer for the best man cheater. - Shefik
SECOND VERSE L.H.O.O.Q. ATTEMPT --- Bribing Destiny to dance / With desperate deeds, there is no chance
(It) Shook the steeple, woke the bell / (And) The toll is calling / Hell is calling.
Providence is of no deliverance / Lightning strikes with indiscriminance
Gotta date with destiny / I can feel it calling me
Threads on a Loom
Eyes closed, you awaken, still loving romance / Smiling, remembering, that life is a dance
Candles and shadows, dancers unfrazzled / Brooks all ababble, hearts leap bedazzled
If you should fall right on your face / Get up, dust off, take back your place (/ And give a poke to Jerry Brace!)
Bring it on and lead your dance / Never, never, never, stop taking a chance
Hush and breathe, to grow your flow / Happy, happy, happy, to be so aglow
Push your soul and raise its height / Happy, happy, happy, to be so in light
Around and round we spin and get the knack / Of shaking all the monkeys off our back
The gurus say / just hold the nay
So bring it on and wait no more. / Find out what shakes you to the core.
Bring it on, bring it off / Round three - next chime.
Cause everything! Will change to focused paths! / Take aim at lists that matter! Minus wraths!
Just take six steps and breathe a happy sigh, / when you find others in this great big pie
Go on! Just do it! Dare to cut a chord! / We're never boring when we are not bored!
Mid loss and gain, mid happiness and pain / A balance rests and keeps us not insane
The tides shift courses time and time again / And like their source make fortunes wax and wane
Criss crossing courses ever change their fates / They sink and swim alone or with their mates
Across the sea of life, with head to wind / Sail souls of pirates, fools, and bads of Sind
Two New York steaks were BarBeQued and great! / I did not mind the wait - 5 stars! - I'll rate!
Jerry is red Jerry is blue / Souvlaki is better off of the loo
I come back to joust with a spring in my step / feel like a thousand - not a million quite yet
Narcolepsy is a horrid ennui / Hey Prince of Sleep watch for falling debris
(clean up kitchen ocho...) Martinis are great shaken or stirred / cider not so much - lost some in a spurt!
Ten credits left - each one four bits / If Jerry comes by I'll have to refit
Who will it be - our next great Bard? / to guide and teach - we'll try real hard
Potatos onions garlic and dill / creme fraiche - voila! - my hunger is filled
Ter and Mer I hold you dear / Your greatest site brought joy and tears
Dopplelgangers I espied / played some havoc with my mind
Our former task is finished, done / Let's end this with a different one!
better - A Cornucrapia Of Four Letter Words
A Four Letter Word
Dalidems
Thingamagangers - The Jig Is Up!
I feel just as deeply, of that don't have doubt / My joy, it precedes me, I'll laugh and I'll shout
But now I must go I feel some regret / as for this discourse - I'll never forget
I entered this 'trifle' anonymously / never I thought I would feel so free
The minutes that pass are no longer short / Are you still ok? did you fall off the court?
How deeply you speak, how serious your soul / take a short minute and just rock and roll
I sneeze as the fluffies tickle my nose / I look at pink bushes with buds of wild rose
I reach out to touch a squirrel in the lawn / air runs through my fingers I look like a clown
Something is hiding and getting nearer, / tapping my shoulder urging and hissing
Breathless I wait to get back to this state / I travel 'tween worlds, speak to difficult wraiths
I grugingly go and tend to my chore / Back I will be to wait for the score
Parallel lines, yet different they be / opposite fates, lives lived in the trees
Dishes and laundry piled high as the weeds / They should be the focus but yet they aren't needs
A squirrel came to visit I feed it with nuts, / the air is so heavy, and so is my butt
A couple of goats climb on in the rain. / No mountains too high, no need to complain
Ten of the first, six of the same / a middle eighth spouts, in songs with no name
Has future been seen? - no meaning or hope? - Might as well bring out that really long rope?
Is there a lunch date or flying of kites? / (shoulda rsvp'd before the invite....)
As hunger of body gets sated, I find / its nothing compared to that of the mind
Hasten the pace / prolong the race / come show your face / at the same place
24...23....beep... beep...Cowbells and coffee, tricksters and treats, Put on some armour there is no retreat - Let the Joust begin
Have we met before? - Not really / Pictures were not let - ideally
You smashed and crashed out of the scope / You raised no arm, there was no hope
The erth of eighth is hastening its beat / this jesty jaunt will never see repeat
Each time I look I notice something new / Asleep or not I get this deja vu
I close my eyes yet still I see the book / my only answer is just through a look
--Everybody's- Wor-kin'-On-The- Week-end.........dadadadada everybody now!
oops...dancin i was / at the top of my lungs -
(F)hors d'oeuvres I pine, they vibrate as they're served, (and smoothen out one's curves), champagne à l'ananas gets on my nerves (and pervs with great verve)
The drapes drawn tight console a puzzled mind / The crib unveils demons not unkind
With soft caresses quantum gauzes spin / arrays in loops of time and space akin
"Come in! - Sit down! - Hey Mate! - So glad I came!" / A yearn to rest where souls know well your name
"Come in! - Sit down! - Hey Mate! So glad you came!" / A place of rest with souls that know your name.
Congrats to Daniel, Tod and Jerry Brace - I will switch to a melancholy face
Surprised at stumbling on a dormant seed, A sense recalls lost instincts and a creed
Awake'ning senses, whisper to pay heed. Confused I stumble 'pon a dormant seed.
A piece of me I give - it will grow back. Do with it what you will - I won't hold black. So here's my fifty cents just shy a dash.....(and so must I....later!)
A scratching at the window? - But no tree! - Drawn curtains beckon - Strange - I feel its - ME!
Walking through life finding new open doors, getting strange senses of being before
Exploring along these alien shores, I get a sixth sense of being before
As-tu deja eu mon cher, un bizarre "deja vu"? she asked me with a straight face, in a language I once knew
As-tu deja eu mon cher, un bizarre "deja vu"? she asked me with a straight face, in a language not my own
Lost in thought, exploring, along an undiscovered shore, I had this sudden feeling - I've been here once before
topic regarding results of mass group positive intention/prayer experiments - much interesting info out there recently
anybody else hear about this - water music and other stories ....see link below - just fascinating
the 'turning page ania
what the lives of fey and elves and other little folk would be like
A song about all the really great accomplishments in this world
Topic - The creative process (of writing a song/hooks))
Uncosmological - thanks tod
Just A Dot In The Faric Of Time
Repeat As Necessary - just following instructions Dan Herman!!! hahahahahahaha
a quagmire of (cosmic) indebtedness (see dictionary.com)
Branding Our Existence
A.N.D.........? ( see walker's D.N.A. just below
A Point Of Singularity
An Infinite Singularity
Life Behind The Eight Ball
A Cosmic Da Capo al Coda
Ark Of (or For) The Ages OR just simply Shefiks's line - A Modern Noah's Ark
A Planet On The Hook
(A Flirtation) OR (Flirting) With Cosmic Blunder
Requiem For A Wish
Requiem For A Miracle
Supernova(('s) Lullaby
What('s) The Hook?
Hooking Up To the Stars
Message In A Gas Clump
RSVPing Before The Invite
Running Amok The Stars
One Way Ticket To Betelgeuse
Big Bang Wonder
Faulty Terras (and/or Faulty Powers)
I guzzled from this Hookist cup, and got right good and high. / I overbared my soul a bit 'fore collapsing with a smile.
The stars they keep a-falling. / Are we sat'llites truly blind / to this gift that just keeps giving, over space and over time?
I contribute my tears, as they count down the time / Will our capsule rehook, with their mothers and mine?
I look up again - (and) ask 'pon my mother - / When will she stop crying, her and the others?
[just a restless hungry crowd] - of falling stars in a / descent down from grace - or sat'llites being / hooked back into place (?)
Will they hear their dharma beckon from revolving mother lights? (Or) Will their lusts be never sated like the black holes' in the night?
What recipe will save them? Whose menu can unite? The voices whisper noiselessly 'mongst (the) gas clumps in the night
What recipe will save them? Whose menu can unite? Is this really the last supper? What's after the last bite?
Things that make you go hmmmmmmm - I invite you take a break from your Hookist toil to share and ponder relevant queries, trivia and humor as well to toast and roast our enigmatic Bard as well as this wonderful site with as much disciplined affection, creativity and intelligence as we can muster - as we near the end of the first half of this Hookist chapter......
"Brad, you know that movie where that girl said that thing?" / "You had me at 'that movie' M. the song's wrapped up - lets sing!"
But our mothers (do) keep falling, they patiently remind / This gift will keep giving, through space and through time
So I contribute my tears as they count down the time / As our capsule runs back - 'wards their mothers and mine
So I look again - (and) wish 'pon my mother - / That soon she stops crying, her and the others
Finding a hook can leave you hard pressed / Lets skip the deep thinking and simply write in jest
We've encapsuled our essence our stories and signs / And catapulted them to the cornerstones of space and of time
They once spoke in tongues / And were losing their wits / They now speak in rhymes / CURED! thanks to Hookist
Im gonna put this post out as a common discussion area if people are so inclined
We've rehashed the problems but what's the solution when fittest survival's now (just) selfish delusion
(With) History repeated, (and) our credits depleted / (We cry) "what is this virus that won't be excreted?"
The truth stands fast in slick hookish rants / Inspiring enlightenment and unified chants
Dashes and dots (helped) spread news of the racket / When we "secured" the God particles all in one basket
"Shoot for the moon!" we advise with great fervour, while shooting the oceans and our terra firma
(All) The stars that have fallen just to simply create us / Are awaiting an end to their lengthy hiatus
(We're) burning our nest before seeing the light (We're) RSVPing before the invite
(We're) burning our nest before seeing the light
Nathaniel Arcand commented on M. Ocho's lyric:
"I like the picture this paints"
(more)"smudged with sage and words of (the) old - unchoking paths so long overgrown"