Saturday, September 21, 2019

going into


verse 4 is a mystery..

"Crazy Chester followed me, and he caught me in the fog
Said, "I will fix your rack, if you'll take Jack, my dog"
I said, "Wait a minute Chester, you know, I'm a peaceful man"
He said, "That's okay, boy, won't you feed him when you can"
-"The Weight", Robbie Robertson

with a conditional pivot point
why the trepidation,
is Jack a war-like dog?
will "me" ever get a good night's sleep ?
somehow i think not but
it matters not
for verse four is
a great bit of songwriting in spite of or because of it all

why i listen to Dylan
and hey also Buddy Holly

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wobbling, at a typically uneven pace
probably really not that complicated
nothing is

like matter isn't even anywhere
, quantum-wise
we're mostly space

mystery will abide
can't be manufactured
it's been tried
more than once or twice

Buddy sings it so easy
up tempo.. down tempo
it's raining and the weatherman says clear today
maybe baby, but there we go
just enough of  a question to disappear

through a portal on a time ticking line of fate
an off note that's so right on, a twist
busting up predictable increments
diving headlong into incredible predicament

ho hum it's just a tune right? can't be that hard..
some sort of bridge,  maybe a middle eight..






 

























Thursday, September 12, 2019

cactus inspired songwriting, part 1

cactus, found by the side of the round


[chorus] or [verse] not sure

maybe you won't, maybe you might

find occasion to write

a rough draft
one finely wrought
with spiny symmetry

'bout the dreams
under your skin

sensitive and thin
anymore i'm
too old to hold them in

or it's breezy where you are
and papers won't stay put
nice imagery, like kites without strings

who knows these things?
the next day the wind is calm again
and magic is a foot
remembering

moon rise 
over the rose garden














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