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Category Archives: Songs
Let the Cold Wind Blow
Let the cold wind blow, let the weak spots show, let the gray hair go ’til it’s there no more. Let the days roll by, let the hours fly, let ’em say goodbye ’til it’s you and I. There’s just … Continue reading
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Tagged companionship, contentment, devotion, happiness, living, love, seasons, Sondra
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Just Yesterday’s News
I don’t know the man that I’m supposed to be: I’ve looked at his life like a documentary; and with some of his choices I just can’t agree; but it’s too late to start out again. I’m tired of the … Continue reading
Let go, let go, let go
Cast away your doubts and fears; let go, let go, let go. Leave behind all that you know; let go, let go, let go. Nothing left to tie you down, nothing blocking out your sound, nothing keeping you around; let … Continue reading
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Tagged acceptance, clarity, destiny, epiphany, fear, inhibition, NaPoWriMo, struggle
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A Prayer for Kurtis Cummings
Say a prayer for old Kurtis Cummings: went out in his rowboat and got lost out at sea. Left his wife and two young children waiting standing at communion with the Reverend Jerry Lee. Picked up his old shotgun and … Continue reading
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Tagged abandonment, desperation, hypocrisy, hysteria, paparazzi, pointlessness, suicide, tabloids
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Lay down
Lay down your weary tune; lay down your weary tune. You’ve been singing it for far too long. When others faltered, you still held on strong: never a missed note or phrase gone wrong. Lay down your weary tune. Lay … Continue reading
Old Song
Here’s an old song I used to play back when I meant every word that I’d say. Used to sing it, ’til it felt wrong; now it’s just another tired, old song. Here’s an old song, with worn out words: … Continue reading
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