songs

The East End

I’ll write a song called The East End

For he who was more than a friend

Composed in a phantom key,

A microbarom frequency,

And when you cross the overpass,

Won’t you hear it say, “Alas.”

Paris Blue

I’ll write a song called Paris Blue

And dedicate the words to you

I’ll fold our little happy psalm

Until it fits inside your palm

Like a kiss, a moment fleeting,

Locked inside for your safekeeping

Begin Again

I’ll write a song called Begin Again

Non in eadem

Each verse, in truth, will be a bridge

Leading past the horizon’s ridge

And by Apollo’s homily,

Won’t life hum with transcendency

Autumn Light

I’ll write a song called Autumn Light

And my, won’t you think it a sight?

‘Tween bars of gold, each note will glow,

Waving towards the ground below

And by Nature’s sweet elegy,

We three will grieve in harmony

Fare Thee Well

I’ll write a song called Fare Thee Well

Upon it, Time shall cast her spell.

Bound by stone and blessed by sage,

The melody shall never age.

And by the Moon’s astral decree,

Our song shall haunt eternity.

Adhaereo Virtuti

I’ll write a song called Virtuti

From all the words you’ve given me

I’ll pour them into rocks, like veins

And place them back from whence we came

And by the moon’s fair gravity

Your words will ring true from the sea

Flutterby

I’ll write a song called Flutterby

With words that dip low, then swing high

Along a staff of golden rays,

Our clumsy cares will cast away

And when our timid souls take flight,

We’ll coast in the candescent light

Made

Could’ve sworn there was something

In the love we made

Could’ve sworn I touched a piece of you

Your body betrayed

But baby just won’t let me in

Sure, it’s a shame, sure is a sin

He’s been playing to lose, I’ve been betting to win

Baby just won’t let me in

And timing’s just a thing folks blame

When they are afraid

Now it’s time to make a call

Call a spade a spade

So far as the future goes,

Feelings always fade

Never held ’em up my sleeve

But he managed to evade

Baby just won’t let me in

Sure, it’s a shame, sure is a sin

He’s been playing to lose, I’ve been betting to win

Baby just won’t let me in

Love, it’s what burns up the stars

It’s what goes down in flames

Baby, least I took the chance

Least I played the game

No Reservations

Well, I guess you weren’t expecting me

And now I’m standing here

I’ve got no reservations

Didn’t mean to interfere

Well, I guess I’m awful willing

To try a new frontier

I’ve got some hesitations, boy

But my heart is sincere

Well, I guess I’m near-done waiting

For your hand to volunteer

‘Cause I’ve got a destination

And my direction’s clear

The East End

I’ll write a song called The East End

For he who was more than a friend

Composed in a phantom key,

A microbarom frequency

And when you cross the overpass,

Won’t you hear it say, “Alas.”