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ethome
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0 posted 2001-06-01 06:36 PM


       I  was singing blues in Beantown      
       I needed one more gig to make it home
       The woman I loved just let me down
       She left me too alone.

       Ah, what's loving for when you're being used
       I was singing pain standing on that stage  
       She had smiled and said,"parting isn't new
       and I won't be back again."
      
       Something in me said I was everywhere
       I felt like I'd never seen her before  
       But she smiled in the crowd just sitting there
       And I wished her smiles to nevermore.


       I shook a bit but it made my singing clearer
       And her face froze when bluesy words just rang
       Her eyes they widened as I came nearer
       And in the song I used her name.
       And I sang, "How are you Mary?
       you know it's good to see you.
       I always loved your smile
       and I loved your loving style
       girl I'll remember you."


       I was somewhere in an alien scale
       I used my range to take me to the stars
       Her precious promised love suddenly failed
       Somewhere in her missing heart
       You see, she'd found herself a rich man  
       and she'd always be living high.
       She left me to find the good life
       so I sang to say good-bye

       Oh, I had the words inside me
       and a lust goddess on my mind.
       There's a step from humankindness
       That kept illuminating my mind.
       Of all those words inside of me
       that night I got them out,
       Cause they were crying to be free
       Until their time runs out.

       Mary was trapped and she was dying
       Yes her tears they began to fall.
       I'll tell you why that girl was crying
       Cause she was losing after all.
       There was so much more to sing about
       but now the peace had come.
       So I made my way back to the stage
       From the shallow mess she'd become.

       So I sang let's not forget forever
       Because forever seldom stays the same
       And I called out to the bartender
       to buy her a drink in my lost name
       I said Mary, "I won't forget the pain,
       and truth's the way to say I'm angry
       But I find out that this deviled hurt
       lies on a road so dark and lonely!"

       So she slipped away in silence
       And in my heart I lost my soul,
       She'd searched for what she'd wanted more
       I was the her living stepping stone
       You see, she was going to marry a rich man
       And I was going to hear good-bye
       She left me for the good life
       But that night I made her cry.

       And these days I'm feeling happy
       Back at the old homestead.
       And yes I still sing the blues
       When she gets inside my head!

The role of poetry is to utter the un-utterable; to open up
spaces of consciousness and resistance; to language oppressions; to
re-language historie

© Copyright 2001 Eric Lewis True - All Rights Reserved
Mysteria
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1 posted 2001-06-01 06:41 PM


Great story, and is this not a song many sing?  Wonderful job on this one.  

Proud To Be Canadian, eh!

[This message has been edited by Mysteria (edited 06-01-2001).]

Watersign6
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2 posted 2001-06-01 06:43 PM


powerful POWERFUL poem an i loved reading it
you are truely a poet my friend  

doreen peri
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3 posted 2001-06-01 06:45 PM


"So I sang let's not forget forever
Because forever seldom stays the same "

great great great lines!!

hey, if you don't put this to music, i will!! let me know!  

wonderful!

...whatever you do, don't bring Yoko to band practice....!!!

Mabel A. Dilley
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4 posted 2001-06-01 09:05 PM


You had me at "blues". Jazz and blues are genre built from pain, but to the soul's ear its only voice. Good job.

"I am not now that which I have been."

OLIAS
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5 posted 2001-06-01 09:44 PM


A masterful blues ballad, you definatly took it on home, and I enjoyed it greatly. Wonderful write.

Regards,
Olias.

Logan
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6 posted 2001-06-01 09:49 PM


Don't we all? wonderful read...enjoyed so much. thank you for the thoughts
Balladeer
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7 posted 2001-06-01 10:40 PM


wonderful story and style, Mr. poet  
Poeminister
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8 posted 2001-06-01 10:44 PM


Wonderful engaging piece.  Excellent writing.

Poeminister

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9 posted 2001-06-01 10:45 PM


Wondered why the smoke was leaking out of the forum..why the sound of the piano was so mournful..AH....ethome is writing the blues.....good poem!  
ethome
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10 posted 2001-06-02 12:34 PM


Thank you Mysteria and yes it is a song that many sing!

Thanks Watersign6 I appreciate your POWERFUL words of kindness!

Thanks Doreen if I don't put music to this then I'll give you full composer rights....thanks for taking the time to read!

Julian I'm glad you could get into the bluesy end of this. Thanks!

Thanks Olias I tried to bring it on home the best I could. Thanks for taking the time to read this!

Logan I know what you mean and that's where all this came from...thanks for the comments!

Janet Marie
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11 posted 2001-06-02 01:00 AM



       Oh, I had the words inside me
       and a lust goddess on my mind.
       There's a step from humankindness
       That kept illuminating my mind.
       Of all those words inside of me
       that night I got them out,
       Cause they were crying to be free
       Until their time runs out.


       Mary was trapped and she was dying
       Yes her tears they began to fall.
       I'll tell you why that girl was crying
       Cause she was losing after all.
       There was so much more to sing about
       but now the peace had come.
       So I made my way back to the stage
       From the shallow mess she'd become.

       So I sang let's not forget forever
       Because forever seldom stays the same

       ========================

       So she slipped away in silence
       And in my heart I lost my soul,
       She'd searched for what she'd wanted more
       I was the her living stepping stone
       You see, she was going to marry a rich man
       And I was going to hear good-bye
       She left me for the good life
       But that night I made her cry.
========================

I wish I had just a touch of your sense of rhythm and melodic, lyrical, muse.
E-babes this was so cool to read aloud...
and so many lines kissed with wisdom and lifes lessons...
very cool write...
Play it again ET
no one sings the poectic blues like you.

Im searchin for my warrior
walkin the tracks of time
this struggle to seek forgiveness
like chains and shackles...these ghosts of mine

Paula Finn
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missouri
12 posted 2001-06-02 01:16 AM


Sweet singer of dreams....again I hear you soft across the miles...wonderful Eric
ethome
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13 posted 2001-06-02 06:39 AM


Thanks Balladeer for stopping in to read this.

Poeminister I appreciate your input on this and thanks!

PDV I thank you for noticing the smoke and stopping in to hear the blues!

Janet, my dear poet lady, what can I say, your response to what I write is so wonderful. I think you have lots of melodic and rythmic qualities to your writing too!

Paula my dear always a pleasure to hear from such a sweet poet as you.

The role of poetry is to utter the un-utterable; to open up
spaces of consciousness and resistance; to language oppressions; to
re-language historie

Sunshine
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14 posted 2001-06-02 07:33 AM


smiling smiling smiling....

and without words....

snowpants
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15 posted 2001-06-02 10:35 AM


Fantastic write, ethome...had me captured from the very beginning!  I love the direction you went with this...truly enjoyed this one, m'friend!

sp  

everytime I close my eyes,
I see your face,
I taste you on my lips...
every night I fantasize
that I can feel you on my fingertips...

sans38
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16 posted 2001-06-02 04:23 PM


This was superb!! I can't find the right words to describe how wonderful this was!
thecraig
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17 posted 2001-06-02 07:04 PM


I guess she was pretty & you miss her. Love exist's with the blues, . Memories change finance may not stay the same.     An emotional poem ignighting similiar yet humbler experiances.
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18 posted 2001-06-04 11:04 AM


This reminds me of Harry Chapin at his best... telling a story so well you never forget the characters or their plight.

Excellent work, ethome!!

ethome
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19 posted 2001-06-04 12:27 PM


Thanks Suthern, I appreciate that as I am a Chapin and Dylan fan. I even like the story telling antics of Tom T. Hall the country singer storyteller.....I appreciate your comments!!

The role of poetry is to utter the un-utterable; to open up
spaces of consciousness and resistance; to language oppressions; to
re-language historie

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