The Lyrics to Two New Songs...::yay::

Sweet Sunday Love
..................................

I want a sweet sunday love
sitting sweetly in my drive
a little pickup truck
lets go for a sunday drive

wishin on sweet bread in the oven
wishin on stars up in my sky
swinging on the front porch hammock
a little love to light my fire
my fire


And a Blue Morning
and a
True
Love

someone to whisper sweetly
in my ear
discreetly
you are the one
you are the one
you are the one

you are the one
you are the one
you are the one

you are the one

I want a sweet sunday love
the kind that will never make me cry
we're too busy making love
too busy kissing the first rays light
goodnight

Wishin on Love forever
wishin on sweet potato pie
swinging holding hands
a little love for all time
all time

and a blue
morning
and a true
love

someone to whisper sweetly
in my ear discreetly
you are the one
you are the one
you are the one

you are the one
you are the one
you are the one
...........................................


Carry The Weight
................................

I've been talking to the tide
the Red moon says close your eyes
and throw your wish into the bay
but don't let yourself get swept away

cause whose gonna carry
yes whose gonna carry

carry the weight
carry the weight
carry
carry the weight

Well it's easy to love from afar
look at Galileo and his stars
but darlin I can't risk this heart of mine
on the ebb and the flow
of your mind

Tell me
would you?
Tell me
would you?
Tell me would you?

carry the weight
carry the weight
carry
carry the weight

(bridge)
I never stop believin
I never stop believin
I never stop believin
in you

I never stop believing in you

we both keep to ourselves
pretend like theres no one else
and if the bar and the beer
don't suffice
we turn it over to the night

To carry the weight
carry the weight
carry carry the weight

(outro)
It doesnt matter what I do
I always, always miss you
silent surrender
pulls us through
a little more time and I'll be ready to
a little more time and I'll be ready too.

...................

shhhhh

well its late and I have a feeling... that if I write too much I will be writing until the sun comes up.

I was anxiety ridden tonight. A million different reasons really. I needed to unwind and instead was smacked into reality... not a place I like to often visit.

I drank a beer fast and not even a few miles down the road was doing the dance. Rorie pulled over the boat and a picked a shady place in bluepoint to "release" and ironically reminisce...to the sound of a train whistle toot tooting ... past my ...
well...
you get the point.


not very romantic...
but a moment of inspiration none the less....


and the chorus goes:


Should we
should we
should we

( sort of sounds like a (woo woo)...
only less of the annoying sound repeated in the song everyone needs to cover.

not sure what to do with it yet. It will be a slow one.

then again
isn't that just me
in a nutshell

spider spider

caught with this feeling
I'm not where I am suppose to be
oh spider
weave a little web for me

jump little spider at my feet
weave me the story or let me be
the rains pouring in
and its wet outside
in my doorway
you will hide
oh out of sight
out of sight

oh but your web is much too white
and its too dark in the night
spider spider
I'll be caught
in your net
wrapped in the gauze



...............
those lines came into my head on the way home
I'm guessing If and when I write a song about a spider (which I have been meaning to do) It wont be quite like that.

For over a few weeks now we have been coming home to a web in the doorway.
We kept getting caught and tangled and kept brushing it aside.
We even had a conversation that if the spider was smart
he would make his little web off to the side
out of the way
and then you know...
we could live in harmony.

(right).

turns out the spider was smarter than we thought.
we came home last night and he had built this beautiful HUGE web right in the lattice work of the gate on the stoop.

He wasn't so small either. He was quite large. All this time we had been pushin this fella out of the way, not knowing of his presence.

well there he was right as rain... but I couldn't let him live there. Its not like a spider can ask permission. Even if it could would it guarantee it wouldn't bite me... or jump on me... probably not, its a wild lil thing.

......
long story short
we killed spidey with
"scrubbing bubbles bath cleaner"

I came downstairs with an arm full of options...tequila... nail polish remover... Resolve. ....

it was the scrubbing bubbles that did him in though.

::sigh::
c'est la vie.
He was a cute lil fella...
built a beautiful web

but he was also scary
he looked like he could bite
and I wasn't about to have that living right outside my front door... oh no.

I would like to write a creeping song... about a spider.

we shall see.

:-P

I actually changed a song I was working on ... tentatively called "the moutain" and used some of the verse or idea from the last poem I wrote in the song. The Song originally was about two people who both wanted all they could hope for... their dreams to be fulfilled but each was a bit jaded and kept themselves busy until an incident created them to notice each other. (The story did not end happily ever after.) Unfortunately neither one of them wanted to "carry the weight" or the burdens of history into their new partnership. One tested the other... the other failed... and in the end no one was happy. It was kind of a downer. lol. Besides which it was a super cheesy song because it had this very mapped out story line. The only thing that survived is the chorus. "Carry the weight"....


played it for the first time yesterday @ Jay Scott's gig... and since I only just rewrote it yesterday I couldn't remember al of it... and they were closing the place aorund me so that didnt help.


however it is ten times better but sort of lacking a title. I said I was going to call it "the weight" ... that got booed cause of the famous song. I was gonna say carry the weight .... but that is too close to ... "carry that weight"


so...
I think I am gonna go with ...."talking to the tide"

and as I sit here now... super sicky poo and unable to practice seeing as how my nose is running like a faucet and yet oh so stuffy that I sound like someone is holding a pillow over my face... i will write instead.


(also need to save voice for Friday. Double header with the band). !!!


.......................
thoughts are collecting like droplets in the back of my mind
and I speculate at semi colons
and parenthesis
and wonder what they mean
put together

its not a grammar lesson
but a lesson of
tender loving care
the kind that with even careful attention
and constant watering
can cause a whole plant to die

doting too much is a problem
and dotting too much causes speculation
I say to her
in the smoke filled kitchen
"what does it mean?"
but she doesn't answer
shes looking back at me from 1987
and all I can read in her eyes is affection

closing my eyes at night
I search my eyelids for an answer
I pray to every mother
and say their names
like they will hear me and
answer
one rocks in her chair
the other scratches her hard polished nail along my forearm
and the last is puffing smoke in the corner
not knowing her heart well enough
she answers mine by saying
"what does your heart tell you?"

this is how it always is
conversations with inanimate objects
are easiest
I know them better
and they know me

the refridgerator purrs
sputters and stops
my head is cemented to its cool exterior as tears
drop to the floor

this is all the conversation I will have today.

Strictly Poetry, where I was before the music. (only really rusty now).

talking with the tide
the ebb and flow is my only memory
as the south shore pulls me in
sinking deeper into consciousness
I stare at the red moon

I can not extricate you from this feeling
and I crunch a shell with my feet to alleviate
and ring out the water from my dress

sedate the feeling to pitch my self in
over my head
and under the waves
by letting my fingers touch my wet skin

The water is already on me
the sand already beneath me
the moon looks all too knowingly at me
tonight with its red face

twisting my feet and knotting my dress
toasted lager running down my chest as I laugh
and hum a song to forget
why standing here made me feel this way
when I have never stood here before
but I was
lead astray
to the shore