The world of austinnewblog is busy these days. Several new projects have taken shape over the last week and I'm happy to see participation from new voices. I've been busy behind the scenes it seems and haven't posted for awhile so I thought I would post some work. What have I been doing you ask? I've been editing book length manuscripts of poetry for possible publication, I've been trying to line up some more BLOGTASTIC live gigs for the fall, I've been mixing new audio recordings for the blog, and I've been enjoying (ha!) this Austin summer. What have YOU been doing? The following poems are drafts from a book of lyrics written between 2004-2008 with the working title of something like Songs I Used to Sing.
My Songbook Be Daily-a-Growing
When I wrote Suavamente
I let my heart get away from me
But now we’re mortal again
I guess you could call us friends
My songbook is-a-growing
I can’t remember all these songs
My songbook is overflowing
Won’t you help me by singing along!
When I wrote about the frown police
I thought they were on my side
Ups & downs will never cease
I have too many songs to hide
My songbook is-a-growing
I can’t remember all these songs
My songbook is overflowing
Won’t you help me by singing along!
I wrote a collection called Miss Cretin Prosody
Outta all these tunes I remember maybe three
I got twenty albums on my back
Maybe I’m starting to crack
My songbook is-a-growing
I can’t remember all these songs
My songbook is overflowing
Won’t you help me by singing along!
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Finally Another Dwarf Appeared
Got my head wrapped in daydreams
I rarely see them through
Got my life locked up in music
There’s not enough time to do what I need to do
I’m walking in circles
Burning holes in the floor
Please don’t ask me anything
I don’t want to see or feel or hear anymore
Then again I think
Nihilism aint that chic
Then again I could be wrong…
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Cartoon Heart
He sits on his boyhood bed, comic book in his hand
He is reading about a detective named Batman
He would love to take off his mask
He would love to reveal his secret identity
He believes in love
I get up in the morning and go to work
As a security guard I stare at life’s funny face
I often dream of meeting the special one
I often dream of meeting anyone
I believe in love
Cartoon heart
Big and perfect red
Cartoon heart
Love is the only concept to keep in yr head
1 comment:
I love all these, dude. It's most interesting, I think, with the last one, however. I remember you performing that one as song, so it is cool to see it written and populated with the voice in my own head.
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