My Ongoing Exploration of Earth
My Ongoing Exploration of Earth
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This is a poem I wrote in 2020. I imagine it roughly to the tune of Crazy by Gnarls Barkley. I wake up in the morning and it's still dark outside - yeah it's dark But I know I've got to go to work I climb out of bed, when I stand up my back creaks - so loud The dog is already running around my feet I get lost on my way to the bathroom in my own house - oh yeah So tired I could pass out standing up The clock is spinning ever faster but all I do is stare - at it, yeah I can't remember what I'm supposed to do next I need some coffee I need some coffee I need some coffee inside of me I feed the dog, the cat, the iguana, hold it, I don't have a cat - no cat Oh hell, I'll figure it out this afternoon I put on my socks, my shoes, my coat, my purse and hat - oh yeah I gotta go back inside to put on my shirt and pants The keys won't open the car, oh, these are the house keys - house keys Oh, I'm not sure this is my car I make it safely to the drive-through, I only hit the curb twice - only twice The employees ask me what I need I need some coffee I need some coffee I need some coffee inside of me The nice employees they help me, they tell me, they say Sorry ma-am, this is an oil-change bay You want the place next door Oh dear I need some coffee I need some coffee I need some coffee inside of me
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This is a poem I wrote in 2020. I imagine it to the tune of Yuve Yuve Yu by The Hu. Well you're a monkey, monkey, monkey, monkey, monkey, monkey livin' in a zoo Well you're a monkey, monkey, monkey, monkey, monkey, monkey yes it's true Well a monkey sees me drinking and what a monkey sees a monkey's gonna do Well a monkey's gonna find a way to get out, gonna find a way to get himself a brew - find himself a brew Hey monkey, what's up? You better put down that cup Well you're a monkey, monkey, monkey, monkey, monkey, monkey screamin' night and day Well you're a monkey, monkey, monkey, monkey, monkey, monkey always wants to play Well you've been a drinkin', stealin', wreckin', climbin', fightin' that's all I'm gonna say Well I think it's well past your welcome now; I'd wish you'd go away - wish you'd go away Hey monkey, shut up! Give me back my cup! Hey monkey, shut up! Better clean this mess right up! This is a poem I wrote in 2019. I imagine it to the tune of If I Had A Million Dollars by Bare Naked Ladies. You know I love you and I’d do anything for you and I’d buy you anything and I’d give you everything I have. In fact, I wrote a song about it and I’ll sing it to you right now. If I went to market (If you went to market) I would buy you a fat pig (But not a real fat pig; that’s gross) And if I came home again (And if you came home again) I’d go jiggity-jig jiggity-jig (Jiggity-jiggity-jig) And this little piggy went to market (And this little piggy stayed home) And this little piggy had roast beef (And this little piggy had none) And this little piggy cried wee-wee-wee-wee-wee (All the way home) (I thought this was a song about all the stuff you were going to buy me.) It was, but I forgot. I’ll do better next verse. If I was named Jack Horner (You’d be teased in high school) Then I’d eat a Christmas pie (But not a whole pie at once; that’s gross) And if I found in it a plum (A fat, juicy plum for me?) I’d say what a good boy am I (What a meanie!) I once heard a cat play a fiddle (You said you saw a cow jump over the moon) I once heard a dog laugh (You said you saw a dish run away with a spoon) I think I finally understand it all now (You’re insane) (What was in that Christmas pie anyways? Mushrooms?) No, I think it was just plums and magic reindeer meat. (That explains it.) If I was named Peter Piper (You’d still be teased in high school) I’d pick a peck of pickled peppers – for you (You know I’ve always liked pickled peppers!) And if I was named Peter Piper (Your initials would be pee-pee) A peck of pickled peppers is what I’d pick (A peck of pickled peppers is what you’d pick – for me) And if I was an old woman (Then I’d guess you’d live in a shoe) And if I slept under a haystack (Then I guess you’d be little boy blue) And if I sang this song to you on our wedding night (You’d be weird) This is a poem I wrote in 2017. I imagine all of my poetry set to music but I am rarely able to come up with my own tunes. This poem I imagine set to the tune of Candle In The Wind by Elton John. John was fresh out of school He worked on the railroad too When he met a girl And Daisy was her name He said, come along with me We’ll live the American dream If we stick together Nothing will hold us down There was a rocky start John was sent off to war But the allies won And he made it back okay He studied to become an engineer Learned every bolt, valve, and gear To make enough income To buy the perfect home He said, together we’ll beat the odds Just you wait and see Happily ever after Just you and me And we won’t let this world Get the best of us ever again We’re gonna make it We’re always gonna win Daisy and John started a family Soon their children numbered three They kept them well-disciplined And in perfect health They were living the dream They made the perfect team Their commitment let Them ride out any storm Had no need of charity Were models of self-sufficiency John said, all it takes Is hard work and careful thought They always carried an extra one or two In case the first one blew There was no problem They weren’t ready for He said, Together we’ll beat the odds Just you wait and see Happily ever after Just you and me And we won’t let this world Get the best of us ever again We’re gonna make it We’re always gonna win By fine-tuning every task They made every tool last John said, there’s no need To buy it just ‘cause it’s new Maintenance is key To longevity Whether our bodies, The car, or the home They took all their vitamins Stayed far away from sin Sickness was banned From their utopia They planned for every contingency Had systems to correct for failing memory, Failing vision, Or limited mobility He said, together we’ll beat the odds Just you wait and see Happily ever after Just you and me And we won’t let this world Get the best of us ever again We’re gonna make it We’re always gonna win They always knew they’d last Now seven decades passed While those in town All ended up divorced Daisy asked, if we made it this long Why can’t we go on? An eighty-year anniversary Sounds pretty good to me Though some things had also gone wrong John asked, where have all the railways gone? And the peace I fought for Sure didn’t last very long They discontinued our favorite brands So we had to change the plans They just don’t make things The way they used to do Still, together we’ll beat the odds Just you wait and see Happily forever after Just you and me And we won’t let this world Get the best of us ever again We’re gonna make it We’re always gonna win What! We had systems to back up loss of vision, mobility, and memory But now I’m losing all three I’m lucky to have You around, Daisy She said, I just can’t do it John I feel that something's wrong And where are we right now? And shouldn’t the kids be home from school? What are we supposed to do? Just me and you? He answered, we’ll get through it together Just like we always do And then came that dawn When Daisy was gone Now there’s nothing to do And no one to do it for What happened to our happily ever after? What happened to our dream? Our perfect home Has come apart at the seams How could I forget That everything must end? Perpetual motion is impossible; Entropy always wins This is a poem I wrote in 2017. I imagine all of my poetry set to music but I am rarely able to come up with my own tunes. This poem I imagine set to the tune of Thunderstruck by AC/DC. The ending is patterned after the ending of Dirty Deeds by the same group. It was hot - steam risin' up from the ground And you look, but there's no one around And the sun, it floats high in the sky As the flies, leeches, and ticks suck you dry You hack through thorns, stumble over vines, blinded by sweat But you know you haven't seen civilization yet Your throat's so dry now, you'd kill for a drop of dew You find a dirty stream to drink from - and a croc takes a hold of you You've been...nature dunked! Yeah, yeah, yeah, nature sunk! Yeah, yeah, yeah, nature dumped! Nature sucks You're out walking, and you hear a strange sound Then the ground opens up, and you're falling down Surrounded by darkness, leg hurts too much to stand No way out, nothing to plan Can't climb with your leg, can't dig through stones Call out for rescue but you are all alone Hungry and thirsty, the days drag on You know, that soon you'll be gone You've been...nature stumped! Yeah, yeah, yeah, nature flunked! Yeah, yeah, yeah, nature punked! Nature sucks Up in the mountains - high, high in the air Your feet are frozen - yeah, your feet are bare Can't start a fire - there's no wood or fuel Icicles in your beard now - that's from your drool Lookin' for shelter just over the next ridge And you're seein' spots now, the air's so thin Then you see smoke in the distance, and you jump for joy Too loud! The avalanche whisks you away like a toy You've been...nature struck! Yeah, yeah, yeah, nature bucked! Yeah, yeah, yeah, nature bumped! Nature sucks Smallpox Lightning strikes Volcanic eruption! Vacuum exposure Supernovas Gravitational spaghettification! You've been...nature trumped! Yeah, yeah, yeah, nature fucked! Yeah, yeah, yeah, nature drunk! Oooh, yeah, you're out of luck! Oooh, yeah, a sitting duck! Yeah, yeah, yeah, nature sucks! Oooh, oooh, yeah, nature struck! Oooh, oooh, yeah, nature bucked! Yeah, yeah, yeah, nature dumped! This is a poem I wrote in 2017. I imagine all of my poetry set to music but I am rarely able to come up with my own tunes. This poem I imagine set to the tune of Skyfall by Adele. You never stick around You went and crushed my heart on the ground Ran off and left me down So down You want to get away Always running every night and day Pushing all those you know away You never stay This May We're going away To join our fates And play together This May On the roadway It will be okay If we stay together Don't you agree Both of us yearning to be free We'll keep each other company You and me Now I've planned everything I'm coming for you in the spring Together we'll spread our wings And sing This May We're going away To join our fates And play together This May On the roadway It will be okay If we stay together The dream is ours Sleeping out under the stars Exploring both near and far In my car On the road Searching for that pot of gold Seeing things both new and old We roll This May We're going away To join our fates And play together This May On the roadway It will be okay If we stay together We will hold on Right the wrongs Sing this song And be stronger together We will stand long Come dusk and dawn So come on Because we belong together This May We're going away To join our fates And play together This May On the roadway It will be okay If we stay together I've seen your mercy
I've experienced your generosity I lack no faith in your greatness I know I'll soon be set free You give me hope In that coming happy day But knowing the distant future Can't ease my present pain How long to wait Until I win? Your love is endless But does it begin? It's too late I need help fast Nothing that happens now Can make up the past You rescue me from danger You protect and you provide But who will save me From who I am inside? You promise me paradise So I can live with you But how can it be Heaven If I must be there to? How long to wait Until I win? Your love is endless But does it begin? It's too late I need help fast Nothing that happens now Can make up the past Aaaah Aaaah Aaaah Aaaah I've learned when to make an effort I've learned when to step away Then I learned that The rules change every day I've learned to be patient I've learned to prioritize I trust that you will answer But you only deliver hollow lies You hide Yourself from me You grant me countless blessings But you hold back what I most need You give me it all And extras too You send your well-wishes But what I need is you My body breaks My mind is gone My heart is dark Because you took too long I'll wait for you And I'll wait some more Even now I know That it's you I adore How long to wait Until I win? Your love is endless But when does it begin? It's too late now I need help fast But nothing that happens now Can ever make up for the paaaaaaaast Aaaah Aaaah Aaaah Aaaah Patience Has run dry Forgot how to laugh Even forgot how to cry My life Is done I breathe my last And you say I've just begun Is this The end? Every time it's over I go around around again Is this My fate? Never satisfied Forever to waaaaaaaaaait Another day over
And you need your sleep But you know that this night You'll run out of sheep I know what you're thinking Because we're the same You're thinking of the one That you pushed so far away, baby So why don't you say hi tonight? You know God loves you, baby Why don't you put it right? Just call him up tonight Heaven watches out for you, baby Why not give it a try tonight? You've tried it all It always turns out bad Your heart can't take another try The thought makes you too sad Patience is a virtue Sometimes waiting is best Prudence is healthy, but This is not the day - for it So why don't you try tonight? You know God loves you, baby Why don't you set it right? Don't go down without a fight Heaven has your back, now, baby Why not give it one more try tonight? Give it a try tonight You know God loves you, baby Isn't it about time to make things right? You just might fly tonight It'll work out for good, somehow, honey Why don't you try tonight? You won't listen to me You've heard it all before Don't listen to me, baby But don't expect to ever be sure You may get hurt again And get in it too deep But isn't fighting with new problems Better than counting sheep, now darling? Don't wait another night You know God loves you, baby It just might be all right Just accept now all your fright It's only natural, baby Give it another try tonight So, why don't you say hi tonight? You know God loves you, baby Why don't you put it right? Just call him up tonight Heaven watches out for you, baby Why not give it a try tonight? This is a poem I wrote in 2015. I imagine all of my poetry set to music but I am rarely able to come up with my own tunes. This poem I imagine set to the tune of Hey There Delilah by Plain White Ts. Hey Jeremiah Thought I'd stop by and say hiya See how things were with you You're a friend that's always been true Me I'm not so well I'm fighting with my woman Israel She and her sister Judah too And I just don't know what to do I prepare her every path But she just tries to provoke my wrath I really think we might be through I really hope it isn't true Hey Jeremiah I think I'm gonna crya I might be omniscient but I don't have a clue And I've had centuries to think this problem through - oooh And I really don't know what to do Well there Mr. God You know I might be wrong But have you shown her all that she means to you? Maybe she doesn't know all you do I think she receives your help Thinks she did it all herself You know sometimes she doesn't have a clue Maybe you could create some new flowers for her too Hey there Mr. God I could also put in a word Let her know the stuff that you do Tell her that you're awesome too I'll show her the right way I'll tell her every night and day Who sends the rain and the dew She'll see she means the world to you - oooh What would she do without you? Hey Jeremiah What else can I trya She certainly didn't listen to you And now she's praying to the moon By now I thought she'd learn But she still takes that same wrong turn Makes fun of all the commandments I drew Mocks the instructors too She makes up her own paths Always gets caught in traps Then flirts with her captors too Right in front of me too Hey Jeremiah What else can I trya She only treats me like a fool She never listened to you - oooh And at this point I don't know what else to do Hey there Mr. God I agree that's quite a load I can't believe she'd do this to you It's very obvious your love is true I'll talk to her again Let her know that you're a friend She's got to learn her lesson soon She's got to see she's on the edge of doom I'll tell her she has one last chance Deliver one of my famous rants Maybe I'll smash a jar or two Surely then she'll listen to you Maybe when she sees you gone She'll realize that she was wrong Then she'll come running back to you I really think you should go away for a few - oooh Well, at least that's what I would do Hey Jeremiah I think I'm gonna crya I feel like I've a spear running through And my hands are nailed down to boot She still refuses all my help Still runs off by herself I even had to rescue her from you-know-who And it cost me so much to pay the due She gets herself hurt every day Won't listen to a word I say Won't let me patch her up like new So I just stand and watch as she turns black and blue I'm sick of seeing her get hurt Scratched and covered in the dirt And teeth, well she's lost a few And I still don't know what to do - oooh I just don't know what to do This is a poem I wrote in 2015. I imagine all of my poetry set to music but I am rarely able to come up with my own tunes. This poem I imagine set to the tune of Hello by Adele. I met A girl last month She’s pretty, smart, talented, And we want the same out of life We grew Up in the same church Have the same taste in movies And boy does she know how to flirt I think She has nobody else We’re both getting older And this is such an empty house She laughs At most of my jokes We have fun together So why do I feel about to choke? Why do I feel sick inside? With a pain that I can barely hide? After all these years, you’re still in my heart And who’s left for you if I were to start…again? I haven’t Yet told her my past She hasn’t told me much either But I know she’s allergic to cats Somehow I haven’t yet scared her away She returns my messages And she calls every other day I feel Like we’re all running out of time I’ve been so lonely In ways I can hardly describe It’s nice To have someone to care about There is just this one thing So hard to figure out Why do I feel sick inside? With a pain that I can barely hide? After all these years, you’re still in my heart And what’s left for you if I were to start…again? They say to never lose hope Or give up your faith But how is it fair To make her wait? We're running out of time We're running out of time We're running out of time We're running out of time Why do I feel sick inside? With a pain that I can barely hide? Is she worth the work to tear out my heart? And how can we ever be if I were to start…again? This is a poem I wrote in 2015. I imagine all of my poetry set to music but I am rarely able to come up with my own tunes. This poem I imagine set to the tune of Thank You by Led Zeppelin. Sometimes I stay up at night Thoughts in my head they play and fight And I wonder how it is I know That I'm sure I love you so What if it turns out I've lied? What if this feeling dies? And when I can't decide I hold my fears deep inside So many days have passed, so long So many risks, can I take them on? Shall I hang around when you want me gone? Abandon you in the middle of my song? So much hurt of so many kinds And no solutions around for me find Where can I turn, no one to help You know I want no one else Whatever now can I do? To be sure my love is true? It seems there's always more to learn Another layer down below that churns Until then I'll do what I can I'll always be your loyal man And so I choose to love you so And this is how I know This is a poem I wrote in 2015. I imagine all of my poetry set to music but I am rarely able to come up with my own tunes. This poem I imagine set to the tune of Deirdre by The Beach Boys. That girl over there The one with long hair No one ever told her she’s pretty Soon I’ll say hi Call her apple of my eye I’m going to tell her she’s pretty One day, some sunny day I’m gonna make her mine And then I’ll get to look at her all the time Don’t anybody tell me she’s not pretty She doesn’t know How she dazzles me so She still has no idea that she’s pretty I’ll bring a mirror Explain I admire her She should understand that she’s pretty Sometimes she acts like she’s deaf and blind Sometimes I really think she’s lost her mind That she can’t see that she’s pretty So so so so so so pretty I must have took too long Preparing for her this song That guy there just told her she’s pretty Now she’s happy But what about me? No one else is so pretty Now that she’s been swept away I hardly see her anymore anyway I still haven’t told her she’s pretty So so so so so so pretty There was still so much more to say And I still think about her every day I still haven’t told her she’s pretty This is a poem I wrote in 2015. I imagine all of my poetry set to music, though I am rarely able to create my own tunes. This poem I imagine set to the tune of Wonderful World by Sam Cooke. I ain't got any friends I ain't got money to spend Don't have a bank account Don't have life figured out But I've got a car that goes And a song on the radio And I'm happy for no reason at all I ain't got any bed Got no place tonight to lay my head Got nothing on which to gnaw Except a box of raw pasta But hey I've got fancy clouds above And a radio station I love And I'm happy for no reason at all Some say I drive too fast! Some say I play my music too loud! But I say that all those people! Are just tryin' to get me down! Now I've got a rash on my face And my shoes are as porous as lace And my mother just called again To remind me of my every sin But I've got a highway to drive And it feels good to be alive And I'm happy for no reason at all But now the cops are on my tail And I think I'm headed off to jail And I'm happy for no reason at all This is a poem I wrote in 2015. I imagine all of my poetry set to music but I am rarely able to come up with my own tunes. This one I imagine set to the tune of Wild Horses by The Rolling Stones. You tire of waiting For him to text first You keep on chasing Even when it hurts They all believe you When you say that you're fine But what is this longing I see in your eyes? If you keep chasing Well, I'll guess I'll run with you Please stop running And let me catch you You wanted someone To think about you To make you happy And to not make you blue It's not everything You thought it'd be They've all got someone Except you and me If you keep chasing Well, I guess I'll run with you Please stop running And let me catch you They said they loved you But they showed the truth You were nothing But a convenient tool You do the best With the cards that you're dealt You say you're happy While your eyes scream for help If you keep chasing Well, I guess I'll run with you Please stop running And let me catch you This is a poem I wrote in 2014. I imagine all of my poetry set to music, though I am rarely able to come up with tunes of my own. This is one time that I succeeded. It has a Billy-Joel-style sound to it. She is fire She is flame She's dancing light and color And impossible to tame She is all-consuming Brilliant and pure Her energy my ecstacy My luminescent lure She is dazzling light Bringing her life to the night Leaping, licking, snapping A most mesmerizing sight Hidden danger exists Under her healing warmth Her wholesome heat I crave And the most amazing show on Earth She is fire She is flame Forever changing Always not the same My entrancing inferno Blazing in the dark My beauty, my cutie My little jumping spark Unpredictable vengeance Unpredictable grace I know that it's pointless Trying to keep her in her place Some say I'm crazy Some say I'm a case Because I love a woman With golden hair and rosy face She is fire She is flame We keep each other going When comes the rain I blow her kisses When she gets down Stirring up her world So she can rise off the ground She is beautiful Of this I've no doubt I cherish her ever smile Every laugh and every pout My lover, my lady My firecracker girl I'm gonna take you To illuminate the world She is fire She is flame I stare at her for hours Until she calls my name I fuel her with cards and flowers So her smoke can reach the skies Though she often brings me tears I don't dare close my eyes Her scent lingers on My clothes for days on end She burns in my memory And will always burn again Her glowing embers Bring me wonder and delight And I will stay till sunrise And tend her through the night You're beautiful Of this I've no doubt Burn me if you must But don't ever ever go out This is a poem I wrote in 2014. I imagine all of my poetry set to music, though I am rarely able to come up with my own tunes. This one I imagine set to the tune of Every Breath You Take by The Police. You sent me away Said we couldn't play You can't get rid of me Not that easily I'm already there You took away all I had And you hurt me so bad You can't get rid of me Not that easily I'm already there One day you'll see That you want me As always, best of luck to you In everything you do You won't listen at all You don't return my calls You can't get rid of me Not that easily I'm already there You play mind games And spread lies in my name You can't get rid of me Not that easily I'm already there I don't want to make you feel bad The last thing I ever want is to make you sad It hurts me even to mention it Just agree and I won't say it again Forgive yourself as I've forgiven you There's nothing more you ever need to do I've already forgotten all about your sin I've done it before and I'll always do it again My aid you spurn And to your idols you turn You can't get rid of me Not that easily I'm already there My temple you've defiled Your injustices you pile You can't get rid of me Not that easily I'm already there You kill my friends And the prophets I send You can't get rid of me Not that easily I'm already there You took things too far Now I wear your scars You can't get rid of me Not that easily I'm already there This is a poem I wrote in 2013. I imagine all of my poetry set to music, but I am rarely able to come up with my own tunes. This one I imagine to the tune of I’m On Fire by Bruce Springsteen. Come on little girl Just take my hand I'll make you a woman And I'll be your man The honor's mine Oh, I'm on the line I'll show you things In a brand-new light I'll take you places Make you high as a kite The honor's mine Oh, I'm on the line I know you think You're second best But I know different From the beating in my chest Come on girl Don't take your time Oh, I'm on the line Sometimes I feel I'm stretched too thin As the days run on And on without end I'm stretched so fine Oh, I'm on the line The honor's mine Oh, I'm on the line This is a poem I wrote in 2013. I imagine all of my poetry set to music, though I am rarely able to come up with my own tunes. This one I imagine set to the tune of Sweet Loraine by Fred Stobaugh. Oh dear Deirdre Where did you go? What happened to ya? Oh dear Deirdre Are you happy now? What have you done? Oh dear Deirdre Do you ever think of me, now that I'm gone? Oh dear Deirdre Do you think you know why we had to stop the fun? Oh dear Deirdre There are so many things I want to tell ya. I thank you for the good times. I thank you for being you. I really do wish you well. I wish you luck in all you do. We never said goodbye. Well, I guess there's no point to say it now. Oh dear Deirdre I thought I had more to learn. I want to know your favorite flava. Oh dear Deirdre If our paths ever cross, what will you say? Will you speak at all? Oh dear Deirdre There are so many more things I want to tell ya. I hope you've no regrets. You only did what you had to do. It was never part of the plan for there to be a me and you. We never said goodbye. Well, I guess there's no point to say it now. Oh dear Deirdre I'll say a prayer, a prayer for ya. Oh dear Deirdre When we meet in heaven, what will you say? Will you speak at all? Oh dear Deirdre There are still so many more things I want to tell ya. This is a poem I wrote in 2013. I imagine all of my poetry set to music, though I am rarely able to come up with my own tunes. I am still trying to come up with something decent for this one. I was going to write a song It was going to be long I gave up How do fluids flow? How does grass grow? What makes water freeze? What makes dogs sneeze? How does blood clot? How does food rot? How do eyes see? How do we disagree? Who invented steak? Who invented taste? How do bees fly? How big is the sky? When was the dawn of time? Who can name all primes? Who knows when you lie? Knows the digits of pi? How many atoms in your purse? How many in the universe? How far to the farthest star? What really is a quasar? How many galaxies? What makes gravity? What is quantum topology? What is space-time geometry? I was going to write a song It was going to be long Words are just inadequate So I gave up on it I've barely scratched the surface yet Who let it all go? Became an embryo? Came down to Earth? Lived through a birth? Covered by goo? Crying for food? Bound by space and time? To ancient Palestine? No roads paved? No microwaves? Limited in sight? To wavelengths of light? Surrounded by greed? Lust, hate, and need? Misunderstood so? By both friend and foe? Striped for you and me? For his enemies? Died willingly? So sinners could be free? Nailed to a tree? So they could live in peace? For all eternity? Could a greater love be? Inexpressable Indescribable Undeniable And even this falls too short I'm just going to stop talking This is a poem I wrote in 2013. I imagine all of my poetry set to music, though I am rarely able to come up with my own tunes. This one I imagine to the tune of She’s So Cold by The Rolling Stones. Caramel apples Caramel apples You're a caramel apple girl Caramel apples Caramel apples I want a caramel apple girl Sweet and tangy Wholesome crunch There's nothing else I want in the world Caramel apples Caramel apples I want a caramel apple girl Young and sweet Good to eat Let me have some apples please Caramel apples Caramel apples You're a caramel apple girl Caramel apples Caramel apples I want a caramel apple girl Putting two and Two together There's nothing better in all the world You can't get enough I can't get enough You're my only caramel apple girl Give me your apples Give me your apples I want a caramel apple girl Caramel apples Caramel apples You're a caramel apple girl Caramel apples Caramel apples I want a caramel apple girl Sweet and tangy Wholesome crunch There's nothing else I want in the world Caramel apples Caramel apples I want a caramel apple girl Young and sweet Good to eat Let me have some apples please I can't get enough You can't get enough I'll get you some more apples, girl Maybe we can share Our sweet sweet snack Take the caramel - make it swirl! I like your taste And I like your plate Tastes like nothing else in the world Caramel apples Caramel apples I want a caramel apple, girl!!! Caramel apples Caramel apples I want a caramel apple girl This is a poem I wrote in 2013. I imagine all of my poetry set to music but I am rarely able to come up with my own tunes. The chorus I imagine set to the tune of To Be With You by Mr. Big. Livin' on lies and broken dreams Bad mistakes, insults, and blame Is it you, or is it them? Either way, you're not the same No one understands you Nothing left but doubt and pain Is it them, or is it you? Either way, you're not the same I miss you I miss you when you're gone And I miss you when you're not you I'm not trying to feed you a line I'm not even asking you to be mine Any guy would be lucky to have you and so, I just wanted to let you know Please just be yourself Please do it as a favor to me 'Cause I know what I like And there are worse things you could be I might not be right for you Truth is, I'm not sure you're right for me But I know what I like And there are worse things you could be I miss you I miss you when you're gone And I miss you when you're not you I'm not trying to feed you a line I'm not even asking you to be mine Any guy would be lucky to have you and so, I just wanted to let you know This is a poem I literally dreamed up in 2012. I imagine all of my poetry set to music but I am rarely able to come up with my own tunes. This time I might have succeeded. I can’t remember hearing it before though it sounds familiar. It has a Beatles-ish style to it. Why am I scared? Why am I sad? Why do I feel 'bout to fall? It's a dre-eam I'm only asleep after all Why do I hear laughing? How did I get lost? How long has that face been on the wall? It's a dre-eam It's just a dream after all I hear the words on the TV I read the newspaper I see people follow the crowds They promise more of the same They promise more of the game I watch them wrestle themselves Why am I singing? And why do I care? And why am I making this call? I'm hearing a lot of porcine acid out there today (cheers) Well, I've got as much porcine acid as anybody (cheers) All I'm saying is even someone with a food disorder could've bought that lake, yet it has one of the most hotly contested senate races in the Netherlands. Let me explain. The world is a round pizza, and we're in one corner right now, but later we'll be in the middle. And then, they'll have to hear us! (cheers) I'm for slushies and you can to! (chanting: slushies! slushies! slushies! slushies!) One thing about dreams, is they don't make sense And when you wake up, they're gone When things are strange, then you know It's time to go back to bed It's a dre-eam I'm only asleep after all This is a poem I wrote in 2012. When I used to work at McDonald’s, the maintenance guy once spoke (rather than sang) some of the lyrics to Goddamn Devil by Ugly Kid Joe and told me we should make a song for them. Not knowing that the song already existed, I wrote up a new song with different structure and the verses set to the tune of Back In Black by AC/DC. I’m rarely able to come up with my own tunes. I'm the God-Damn devil This job pleases me I'm The God-Damn Devil And I do it for free I'm the God-Damn devil This job pleases me I'm The God-Damn Devil And I do it for free I don't get dental I don't get vaca No company car Or 401k There're benefits I'm told If you do as you should But I gotta tell ya It ain't no fun bein' good I'm the God-Damn devil This job pleases me I'm The God-Damn Devil And I do it for free I'm the God-Damn devil This job pleases me I'm The God-Damn Devil And I do it for free I looove my job The art of sin With pride on my side I know I'll always win I abuse the saints I collect my souls I play my fiddle And I play rock 'n' roll I'm the God-Damn devil This job pleases me I'm The God-Damn Devil And I do it for free I'm the God-Damn devil This job pleases me I'm The God-Damn Devil And I do it for free (repeat chorus twenty times or so) This is a poem I wrote in 2012. I imagine all of my poetry set to music but I am rarely able to come up with my own tunes. This one I imagine set to the tune of Learning To Fly by Pink Floyd. Digging through relics Day after day How did they work? How did they play? Broken fossils Are all that's left Was the way they lived The cause of their death? Their names long lost Their dreams never done Nobody knows them No, not one Was she a peasant? Was he a scribe? Question is, did anyone Know them even when they were alive? If I was gone Would you miss my support; how I always tried to help? If I was gone Would you miss my insights; how I always saw through tricks? If I was gone Would you miss my jokes; how I always tried to entertain you? If I was gone Would you miss my attention; how I embraced your quirks? If I was gone If I was gone Would you ever wonder what went wrong? Would you think I was insane? Would you find someone to blame? If I was gone Friend of harlots Frauds and thieves A wino, a glutton Was this your creed? Enemy of the law Enemy of good Casting out demons by witchcraft Or misunderstood? Want us to rape you What does that mean? Did you marry for love? Why do you smell like a teen? Wise men say You were the king Do any remember The way your hips used to swing? If I was gone Would you remember the foods I liked? If I was gone Would you remember the books I read? If I was gone Would you remember my favorite dinosaur? If I was gone Would my catchphrase finally catch on? If I was gone If I was gone Would you ever wonder what went wrong? Would you think I was insane? Would you find someone to blame? If I was gone Would you ever wonder what went wrong? Would anyone find this song? Would anyone even notice? If I was gone Who would wonder why? If I was gone Would they look for clues? If I was gone Would they find my blog? If I was gone Would they find this song? If I was gone Would they buy my books? If I was gone Would they buy my shirts? If I was gone Would they search my notes? If I was gone Would they understand? If I was gone Would they find my lists of things with no description? Can they read my shorthand? If I was gone Would they understand? If I was gone Would they make theories? If I was gone Would they make interpretations? If I was gone Would they ever get it right? If I was gone Would they ever know? If I was gone Would they cut th...(uncomfortably abrupt ending) This is a poem I wrote in 2010. I imagine all of my poetry to music though I am rarely able to come up with my own tunes. This poem I imagine set to the tune of Dancing In The Dark by Bruce Springsteen. Always busy with your studies Always busy with your plans To make lots of money You never had time for a man You're always so driven You're life's so full of haste To learn the world of finance How long can you keep up the pace? I thought I'd give you... I thought I'd give you that chance For fun and recreation And maybe just maybe romance Now you're still alone Baby, I'm lonely too Here's just an idea Maybe I could spend time with you You can make me think That's such a rare find To find a woman Who has more than half a mind You've got a nice figure I like your smile, I like your face I like the way you stand up And you put me in my place We could take over... Take over the whole God-Damn World I'd do the politics And you'd be my economics girl Now you're going nowhere Soon you'll have to go home and leave the states I'm not asking for commitment I'm just asking for one date We could just try it... Try it out and see what unfolds What better option But to leave each other in the cold? I know its hard When you've got so much on your plate I'm not asking for commitment I'm just asking for one date I'm just asking for one date I'm just asking for one date just asking for one date asking for one date Mmm-mm mm mm mmm |
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