Making Lemonade

I got my own sour songs, my own sour wrongs,

My own damn right to sing the blues

Catch me if you can because I’m elusive conclusive

Lemon tree very pretty and the lemon flower is sweet

but the fruit of the poor lemon tree is impossible to eat

Lemon tree very pretty and the lemon flower is sweet

but the fruit of the lemon is impossible to eat

One day beneath the lemon tree I realized I’d been fooled from the start

Make it a point to fool myself regarding matters of the heart

Love is very pretty to see

adrenalin runs thickly through my veins

tries to convince me I cause the sour taste

so I swallow the bitter trying not to wallow in self-pity,

To regain insight without blame trying my best to believe love exists

Our great nation is at the mercy of another oppression

a rising recession a looming depression of immense proportions

like we’ve only seen once before.

I’m tired of making lemonade with so many lemons

I want to leave the bad behind, keep an open mind

I’ve come to like the taste of bitter lemons discovering it’s better than nothing at all

Search for direction a solution to the pollution, the destruction of humans and planet looking for a way out of the confusion, the inevitable destruction giving up human rights, praying for evolution some simple solution another revolution

In a rhapsody of blue dreams unable to define, blowing in the wind

The planets aligned provide piece of mind

a little peace of mind to help hope stay alive to dream

about fresh ground and brewed java served with a little steamed cream each morning

Sunlight steams though the window blinds provide a remnant of peace.

A world where everyone’s kind, people refuse to be blind truth dominates

Lemon tree very pretty and the lemon flower is sweet

but the fruit of the poor lemon is impossible to eat

WHAT’S GOING ON

Why blame me for all the pain

Credit me for all the gains you’ve had

For years and years

Credit me for fame

Who wants the blame for what you said I did

That I didn’t do

I know your name

It’s ok for you to jump in my game

  

Stop acting like we’re Cain and Abel

Or like we’re both rebels on opposite sides

In line for the same resources

I’m your friend not your enemy

Don’t confuse me,

I won’t excuse you

Don’t play this game today

My name is your name

Let’s put us in a frame

It sounds a little lame

But it’s true not contrite

We’re staying tight

Don’t give up the fight

I’m trying to keep you alive

Finally saw the light

Left behind the blight

Left me in such a fright

Really not trite

I assure you

The value of my life depends on fame, on my name, my game and gain

Spread the word

Don’t blame me for the pain

For not seeing the way you claim

To see I can’t pretend to be or see what I don’t see

I’d like to play that game sometimes, would make life a little easier and I admit I took that turn several times – went down that path knowing the truth had left me there, alone and bereft

So I try again and again

Help, help me please