I am Music

The song running through my head at the moment is one of my own. Hope you don't mind. Here are the lyrics.

(Verse 1)
I sit here alone
with nothing left to say
I try to talk to you
but you always walk away
Everything is building inside
all the tears that I've cried
I sit alone in my darkness
and let it all drift away
(Chorus)
Cause I scream and I shout
But no one will hear me out
I'm out on this ledge
and I'm slowly going over
(slowly going over)
(Verse 2)
I pick myself up
and try again loud and clear
I'm talking to myself
Cause you don't seem to hear
All of this pressure is building inside
with the tears that I've cried
I sit alone in my darkness
till it all fades away
(Chorus)
Cause I scream and I shout
But no one will hear me out
I'm out on this ledge
and I'm slowly going over
(slowly going over)
(Bridge)
I let everything go
Until I finally explode
No you can't blame me this time
(Chorusx2)
Cause I scream and I shout
But no one will hear me out
I'm out on this ledge
and I'm slowly going over
(slowly going over/second time x3)

Welcome to the Poet's Hangout. Thanks for sharing your work. :)
 
One for the jazz-lovin peeps:

I'm not travilin light and my man isn't gone, but check out this beautiful clip of Lady Day. She was so lovely. :)
 
Most lyrics are not good poetry, but this one is

I don't know how many of you are aware of the fine lyrics of Paddy McAlloon from the British band Prefab Sprout. This is a particularly fine example, and it always makes me think, whenever I hear it, about how to write.

Cruel

Cruel is the gospel thats sets us all free,
then takes you away from me.
There is no Chicago urban blues, more heartfelt than my lament for you.
I'm a liberal guy, too cool for the macho ache, with a secret tooth,
for the cherry on the cake,
with a pious smile, a smile that changes what I say,
while I waste my time in regretting that the days
went from perfect to just O.K.
Lordy, What would I do? Don't call me possessive,
but God if he's smoochin' with you.
I's a jealous boy root, -the world should be free,
but don't you go following suit. My heart is aligned-
it couldn't be neutral, I couldn't be that way inclined.
Its hard to defend, ba ba ba, ba, ba ba,
these feelings my tuppentup friend.
Its cruel, ba ba ba, ba ba ba, ba ba ba, ba ba ba,
ba ba Its cruel, ba ba ba, ba ba ba, ba ba ba, ba ba ba,
ba ba Its cruel, its crueler than cruel.
But cruel is the gospel thats sets us all free,
then takes you away from me.
Should a love be tender, and bleed out loud?
Or be tougher than tough, and prouder than proud.
If I'm troubled by every folding of your skirt,
am I guilty of every male inflicted hurt?
But I don't know how to describe the Modern Rose,
when I can't refer to her shape against her clothes.
with the fever of purple prose.
But cruel is the gospel thats sets us all free,
then takes you away from me.
Cruel is the gospel thats sets us all free,
then takes you away from me.
My contribution, to urban blues
 
some people say what's the matter with today
it's not me it's those people on tv
I can't live like that
only if I had the money

some people wonder what's the matter with today
there's nothing wrong with me
it's those people on tv
I could live like that if only I had the money

so put the marijuana back on the shelf
and try for a minute to be yourself
and you'll discover unless you're blind
bein' yourself offers peace of mind

what's on your mind?
are you out of your mind?
well that's fine by me
if you turn off the tv

Two Coyote
 
I read

lyrics of each of these ...
there is a outer sense to the inner degree of my interest...
 
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