song

Singin’ Dylan

he sat upon the museum steps
singing Desolation Row
and all the people passing by
never seemed to know
that he threw them headlong in his words
to make of them a muse
though I believe they didn’t hear
or simply had refused
to see themselves as actors
within his play you know
so on the steps he strummed and sung
of Desolation Row.

Tomorrow

sing a song like Yoko Ono
and dance like Stephen Fry
tell a joke like the next James Bond
for tomorrow you may die, may die
for tomorrow you may die.

drink like The Pope at Easter
eat up your humble pie
then sleep it off on pay TV
for tomorrow you may die, may die
yes tomorrow you may die.

write down your prayers for gods to read
by lamplight in the sky
but implore them not for answers
as tomorrow you may die, may die
yes tomorrow you will die.

Always September : An Homage I Meant To Send To Aznavour (but then he died)

the springtime of love
like it’s autumn’s fall
is the same song I sing today
ce une dichotomie ridicule

and we question not
but simply play our parts
in this melodrama’s comedy
That’s written in the scarred hearts
of September.

the passion’s fire
and its dying embers
two acts of the same play
ce une dichotomie ridicule

and we question not
but simply play our parts
in this melodrama’s comedy
That’s written in the scarred hearts
of September….toujours septembre