To: bentfeather
I have tunes stuck in my head, and sometimes lyrics, but I have absolutely no musical talent at all.
Can't read sheet music to save my life, let alone write it.
And I'm tonedeaf as a post.
Sometimes poems will come to me to a tune in my head.
Or I'll hear a song while dreaming, a song that does not exist in the waking world.
I end up having to write furiously to get it down before it fades.
Kinda like these two fragments that came ot me last night, to Pink Floyd style music off of Momentary Lapse of Reason:
You shoved me, wingless
Out into the darkened sky
cruelly smiling
Knowing that I wouldn't fly
And again, this one to a tune similar to'Yet Another Movie'
here on the road
here onthe road to nowhere
without a hope
(what is hope?)
without a prayer
(borrowed prayer)
a kamikaze game
of truth or dare
Cripes dreams are so disturbing and surreal.
787 posted on
10/16/2003 7:32:59 AM PDT by
Darksheare
(Resistance is futile, but we may be placated with chocolates and shiny trinkets to add to our hord.)
To: Darksheare
You shoved me, wingless
Out into the darkened sky
cruelly smiling
Knowing that I wouldn't fly
Why?
You knew you were my wings
I, in shadow, knew, you would
cause me to free float
Yet, I believed that you in
gossamer gloaming
would not let me go
You promised me...
Star filled eyes and grandeur
were the grease paint
of your charisma
and your chivalry
a cacophony of night music
bedazzled my longing eyes
filled aching arms with form
Now a ghost of mirage
haunting my free floating...
You knew...why???
bentfeather ©
10/16/2003
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