lyric

A song for Paul Simon

and so in his Augustan phrase
forced between the ringing bars
a poetry of his young passions
duets with his cold guitar

(chorus)
there’s loneliness
where none should live
and sadness takes
when love must give

and though his rhymes are older now
they still beat inside my dreams
sing along with my heart somehow
and drive away the clouds it seems

(chorus…)

the patterns make their way through
those memories we have all shared
and though they fall to pieces
even scattered shine those words

(chorus…)

second verse from a naive imaginary pop song

and I was back in eighty five
when everyone was still alive
and nobody had dragged the world away
from the futures we had planned
to change the face of every land
we thought that hope was ours and here to stay
but that would change out in eighteen
as all the world had lost its scene
and screamed out for that better yesterday

Blue Silver Midnight (a rather awful earnest song I never completed thirty five years ago)

new romantic ghosts in two tone silk
tailored words stitched by gilded hands
and in their eyes expectant lovers
see themselves reflected…
…and stand…

to sing blue silver midnights
to the white gold morning sun
when both empty hearts awaken
as if they’d sang as one

and as the neon streetsigns flicker
to drown in the winter daylight rain
one hit wondered one time lovers
see themselves rejected…
…to refrain…

to sing blue silver midnights
to the white gold morning sun
when both empty hearts awaken
as if they’d sang as one