The who am I lost & found in who I am, a contradictory introspection of a delusion of who I want to be mixed with who I already am, the me that is so deep it transcends lucidity the me that fires synapses constantly. I am the me with no home inside, listless, desolate, discontent, abjective, retrospective, lost in grim moments of lost wishes and dreams of who I could be if Clinton was my family, or even Obama would be better for me, I love color. I’ll sell myself for a less, I promise I’ll settle.
You can't always get what you want
You can't always get what you want
but if you try sometimes - well you just might find
you get what you need, oh baby
Let me sing the blues for you again today like I sang for you yesterday
My eyes run misty blue for you
The holiday a passed disgrace I saved no face my eyes stay misty blue for you
An outcast jew singing outcast blues, my mother sang them before me. I want to sing misty blue for you this season.
Freshly showered I emerge to sing the blues for you, to bring you back to where I want to be
I go back in time to rhyme with you, keep my flow to your flow, the glow of my flow keeping rhyme to your rhythm.
You go Charley Brown; come back to hear me sing misty blues
Your eyes shine misty in return I see beyond your armor, sing misty with me
Come in, stay a spell, let me sing misty blue for you.
I put a spell on you
I’m a give you some real life southern comfort, a few pecans, flow the red river stills your mind without forgetting the questions,
I falter, our laughter fills volumes of silent banter, I stand before you, my sensibility turning chill while I wait for the lantern of my soul to light this space
Make this day holy, my life skips an Eartha Kitt beat
my mind feels my heart sing for rain is misty blue I’m sensing changes maybe I’ll wait for you, what if I don’t know all I claim to what about you do you play misty blue and know more than I know.
Inky blue, dusk settles a cool blanket on the sky glimmers of silver clouds shimmer remain
Do you see the same inky sky I see when I see what you see when I look for you to see if you’re looking where I’mmm looking for you, I want a raspberry sky to roll its toll onto golden unplowed fields of ripe green wheat
Common Daddy let the good times roll
Common Daddy let me fill your soul
Common Daddy don’t you be late I think I may have a date with fate
I’ve got this date for old time’s sake, just let me fill your plate
Let the good times roll for old times, for old soul’s sake
Sing me those old time blues give me a taste of those old soul blues
A blue eyed soul girl singing the old soul blues for you Daddy
Very lyrical, Joy. Liked it a lot, good use of Billie's lines... and it finished very well, rollicking away. So like Blues! yes, a sax or a horn accompaniment would be perfect for this kind of writing thta needs to be performed.
ReplyDeletelike this joy, could hear the music playing while you wrote this.
ReplyDeleteYou can put a nice slow sax solo behind these words. Then pick it up with a sexy beat! This piece played to my ear really well and i liked it. I found myself reciting it out loud.
ReplyDeleteWho needs lines like "walk my way and a thousand violins begin to play," when you've got a "raspberry sky to roll it’s toll...?
ReplyDeleteGood read- n nice tribute to a few old pieces.
ReplyDeleteI love blues. I've written a few myself- have suffered to earn them all- Even better is new blues, making the old style new again.
I used to hang with some blues guys, you make me miss them!
Joy,
ReplyDeleteI too can hear the music in your words, I was tapping my feet as I read along. Wonderfully done, I look forward to reading and hearing the rest of the series.
:) bebe
Good... well written... I especially liked the last 4 lines...
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