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Hallucination Member
since 2001-03-18
Posts 419 |
"Father of My Music Love" (31/01/04) © 2004 Brian Eggertsen, All Rights Reserved Sitting on the corner, every morning. Singing songs, with his guitar. You can tell, by his tears, the stories true. He sings them, with a scared heart. While endless struggle, dance upon his face. Like shades, in the morning sun. People gazing by, the honky-tonk blues, All refer to his being as the saddest one…. I watch him, from my window each morning. Counting pennies from his hat. I wonder, where it all went wrong for him? Why, he creeps ‘round like a rat, In between trashcans. Pulling his strings, singing 'bout losing each run. Because when it’s done, he too’s someone’s son, Despite rumors claiming, that he’s the lonely one… One day, the guitar man was gone, “He died of heart problems” they said. But, I still hear him, sing his songs, From “Poor Mans Wealth” to “Don’t Forget”. The Father Of My Music Love. He used to bring; Melodic days. The Father Of My Music Love. He used to sing; With style and grace. About the great “Tales Of A Man”, always there with “The Helping Hand”. You’ve done enough… And now, it’s my time to play… Yes, now it’s my time to play… You're too judgmental, 'bout the suits we wear. Put those judging eyes to rest. Just sit down, and think about it. ‘Cause it's no popularity test. So what, if I'm caught in lives gutter, ‘least I still carry a smile. So what, if you have all money can buy, You know well as me, it'll only last a while… What we really are, is inside. The outside’s just a camouflage. Don’t matter, where you sleep at night. A rich mans bed or among trash. The Father Of My Music Love. He used to bring; Melodic days. The Father Of My Music Love. He used to sing; With style and grace. About the great “Tales Of A Man”, always there with “The Helping Hand”. You’ve done enough… And now, it’s my time to play… Well, now it’s my time to play… He always took my breath away, with love songs and serenades. His songs they showed me everything. He made the music colorful, wonderful and so beautiful. Pardon me but I need to sing. For this is my way, of saying goodbye, To a man, whose water never ran dry... I am on that corner singing. Every song, that he used to do. I can hear silver bells ringing. Telling me, his struggling is through. The Father Of My Music Love. He used to bring; Melodic days. The Father Of My Music Love. He used to sing; With style and grace. About the great “Tales Of A Man”, always there with “The Helping Hand”. You’ve done enough… And now, it’s my time to play. Now after all he has been through. After everything, that he's done. This song, is dedicated to the strongest one. The Father Of My Music Love, Who used to bring; “The Helping Hand” The Farther Of My Music Love, Who used to sing; “Tales Of A Man” The Father Of My Music Love… The Father Of My Music Love [This message has been edited by Hallucination (01-31-2004 12:13 PM).] |
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SweetStephanie Junior Member
since 2003-12-29
Posts 18Alabama, |
that is written very well i love it good job |
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