Slow Dancing

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http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Y_LOy3MJFMo

Slow dancing and we’re feeling so fine
This is where I’d be if I could stop the hands of time
And I hold you close
Yeah and you’d hold me close

They turn up the lights and soon they’ll  go home
but we keep on dancing ’cause we both know
we don’t want to stop
Yeah, we don’t want stop

And the music plays on and you hold me so tight
and we say that we want to dance on through this night
And the next one too
and the next one too

When I’m with you and we get to slow dance
I forget all the shit and think just of romance
And we sway in time
and g*d damn it feels so fine

Now they’re closing the bar and we’ve got to go
but I’ll always think about you and dancing so slow
And I’ll make it through
and I think of you

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The Gamble

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Hey Sweetheart
Do you gamble?
Would you take
a chance on me?
Go on and roll them
lucky 7’s
It’ll happen
I guarantee

And how long
must we go on?
Yeah how long
will it be

’til we collide

Hey Sweetheart

Are you a singer?

Let me play

my songs for you

and I hope that

you will like them

I did the best

I could do

And how long

must we go on

Yeah long long

will it be

’til we collide

Hey sweetheart

Are you a dancer?

Would you like to

head out on the floor?

The band is

Playing our song

And I just want

to feel you in my arms

(instrumental)

Hey Sweetheart

Do you travel?

I’d like to take you

around the world

I’d be your

lucky fellow

If you would just

be my lucky girl

And how long

must we go on?

Yeah how long

will it be

’til we collide?

Hey Sweetheart

are you lonely

would you like

some company

I’ve been down

this same road

and I know

just where it leads

and how long

must we go on

how long

will it be

’til we collide

Yeah when we collide

you and me

We’ll go ’round

sail across seas

we’ll find a mountain

and learn to fly

and dream again

when we collide

The Freebird

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You come to me on a cold, dark lonely day
and tell me like a Freebird you are going to fly away
You tell me that you need to do this on your own
And I tell you no matter what, you’ll never be alone

The road of faith it twists and turns
And embers within us can suddenly burn
And we make our choices and lie in our beds
We walk our own paths, the unknown waits ahead

The good times, the hard times make us who we are
I am reminded of you when I look at the stars
Shining so brightly so far far away
Yet in my heart you always will stay

And so Freebird as this page you do turn
Walk on my son and seek what you yearn
And never ever think that alone you will be
Just look in your heart Bud, ’cause that’s where I’ll be

Back In The Day

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What’s normal?

What’s wrong with turning the wrong direction or missing my own street every now and then? Who wants to travel the same path over and over or always go the shortest way?  You never see anything new or different if you are always on the same roads, the same paths, the same sidewalks.

I remember walking to school as maybe a fifth grader listening to my transistor radio and trying to learn the new Monkees song. Making our own tapes where we were the DJ. Playing outside until way after dark. Not worrying about getting jumped in our own neighborhoods. Our house had the only street lamp and so it was base as we played hide-n-seek.

Speaking of music, we actually had to listen to a song over and over to learn the lyrics and even then would probably get some of them wrong. Now adays a few keystrokes and you can listen to anything at anytime and have a copy of the lyrics right in front of you. There were no tapes or TiVo. If you didn’t watch something, you missed it. Unless it was a show that had reruns during the summer.

And that’s another thing. Exactly when is the TV season now? It used to be the new shows started in September and ran until April or May sometime with a little break around Christmas. Summer was a time for reruns and crappy pilots that would never air again. Now you might watch a show and have to wait 6 weeks for the next one then there are 10 in a row and an all day marathon, etc, etc.

And the Reality shows. There is something about them I only ever seem to watch them when I go on vacation. I turn the TV on and get sucked into these awful things but I can’t stop watching them. I’ve seen one called American Chopper more than a few time and even though I know Paul Sr is going to yell at Junior at some point and they’re going to have an argument and a deadline that they are going to have problems meeting because he crucial part isn’t working… I know its going to work out just fine in the end. And yet I sit a watched. Sucked in. This is probably why I keep my TV off almost all the time.

Sometimes I look at the icons of my youth. Neil Young. Ozzie Osbourne. When did they become so respectable? Alice Cooper a legend? Gene Simmons a beloved TV star and marketing genius? WTF?

We used to take a week or two vacation every year and there was no discussion about where to go. We went to Grandma’s for the week. And it was a good time. Saving our money for a year so we could walk up to the drugstore to buy baseball cards and Dr Pepper.Going to church on Sundays. Coming home to pot roast and potatoes and carrots. Every Sunday it was the same thing. Then Mondays mom would take the left over meat and shred it and make gravy and we’d have that over toast. Good stuff. McDonalds was a rarely indulged in treat. Now, my kids could eat at a restaurant every day. I just might would too but I don’t want to not be ably to fit through the door. Sadly, a lot of places main attraction is portion size. Probably not a good thing for our waist lines.

I am not saying there is anything wrong or that today is worse than yesterday. I like the variety and choices we have now. What I don’t like is being feeling forced into things. For instance, if you have a kid in school you almost have to have a computer with certain programs and internet access. If you don’t, your kid ends up at a big disadvantage to the ones who do. But I think they also never learn things on a permanent basis. Like how to spell. Why learn to spell if you have a machine that corrects your spelling as you go? Or how to add or multiply. Just pull out your phone if you need to know something.

And phones. Jeeze. Is it just me? Everywhere I look someone is on the phone. Texting. Talking. A teenager nearly walked in front of my car because she was walking and texting and I guess never learned that wasn’t a good idea when you were crossing a street against the light. Good thing I wasn’t dialing or selling my stocks or something. I think I talk and text less than anyone I know. I suppose that could be the reason I don’t care for it. I don’t know.

Well I suppose that’s enough for now. Don’t get me wrong. I like today. I like that I can see what Iggy Pop’s real name is if I want to (James Newell Osterberg Jr) or who won the 1975 World Series because I forget (I don’t really forget The Big Red Machine). I think its great and I can’t wait for tomorrow but sometimes I guess I do miss yesterday

Someone Who Believes

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Come dance the sadness down with me. Please don’t make me go.
The night is glowing soft and lonely the darkness overflows
And I wanna be someone who believes That anything can happen
Yeah I wanna be someone who believes

Come dance the sadness down with me. The hour is growing late
Its been so long since we were here. I think it must be fate
And I wanna be someone who believes that anything can happen
Yeah I wanna be someone who believes

And all the roads that lead us here are turning
And all the bridges that we built are burning
And all the seas that we crossed
And all the miles that we lost
And all the dreams we left undreamt
are returning

Come dance the sadness down with me the hour is growing late
Its been so long since we were here. I think it must be fate
And I wanna be some one who believes that anything can happen
Yeah I wanna be someone who believes

Play Your Own Song (Song For A)

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Play your own song

Dance your own dance

We grow up and grow old too soon

don’t be afraid to take a chance

Paint your world with colors

Don’t settle for green and blue

Be yourself  and soon you’ll find

they sing and dance with you
When the Little Princess

was born her mama cried.

and when she smiled and when she laughed

The stars rose in the sky

She often danced in puddles

and talkes to angels too

She’d spot the bunnies in the clouds

and my spirit she did renew
She loves with all her heart

she lives with all her soul

She loves to ride on rainbows

and visit Santa at the North Pole

And once she caught a unicorn

and while stroking its silky fur

a shooting star blazed across the sky

she heard her mama’s words

Play your own song

Dance your own dance

We grow up and grow old too soon

don’t be afraid to take a chance

Paint your world with colors

Don’t settle for green and blue

Be yourself       and soon you’ll find

they sing and dance with you
Soon the day grows quiet

and she lays down to sleep

With dreams of the circusand rings of flowers upon her feet

She sails upon the ocean

She flies high in the sky

Tomorrow’s a brand new adventure

And she’s sure to tell you why

I Can’t Feel You

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I felt the morning’s bright red glow

I felt the evening with the sun sinking low

I felt the sky turn

from black to blue

But I

Can’t

Feel

You

I felt the clock ticking on the wall

I felt the summer changing into fall

I even felt the sparrow

as overhead she  flew

But I

Can’t

Feel

You

I can’t feel the way you want me to feel

I can’t feel your sunshine or your rain

Your love’s gone cold

Been bought and sold

And we’ll never get it back again

I felt the river rushing over me

I felt the stillness of the devil’s tree

I felt the lies

I felt what was true

But I

Can’t

Feel

you

I felt the song of the whippoorwill

I felt the lion as it made its kill

I felt the moon

when it came into view

But I

Can’t

Feel

You

Where are all the good times now that they’re gone?

What happened to the us that use to be?

I just can’t run

Our day is done

Tell me was it you or is it me

Can’t feel your heart

Can’t feel your love

All I can feel

is the sadness undreamed of

I felt the river rushing over me

I felt the stillness of the devil’s tree

I felt the lies

I felt what was  true

But I

Can’t

Feel

you

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