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Waiting In The Wings
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Waiting In The Wings |
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soul drifter Senior Member
since 2004-09-08
Posts 711Colorado |
Waiting In The Wings Waiting in the wings, I packed up all my things truths I have stripped bare, night on night scrap poems I've left there, with such reckless care slipped out of sight in the sleeve of my favorite Nick Drake record Five Leaves Left she's never heard so I told her he was Elliot Smith of the '70s ooh she stared up at me, and cracked out an easy smile she had waiting in the wings all the while such an elegant gypsy Frisco style we talked all the 29 miles... Waiting in the wings, as the steel guitar sings shrugged off sleep without a care day by day stumble through life with geeky flare, cool as a Frigidaire my sanity so frayed but I am soaring in the sky like a breeze when she sings my songs to me my heart is dancing and it longs to be playing her like a Strat, just like Jimi Hendrix in love I've been waiting in the wings red as blood and Van Morrison beltin' out her song we sang it 'till the dawn... Hidden in these second hand store-bought things my sad little songs jingle on rusty guitar strings streaming across the pillow like a map of the moon this daisy chain of romance spirals down too soon oh honey child, don't let the sun cross the body's outline marked in chalk stay groovy and wild, don't say the summer birds will outgrow the need to talk to me set free all that you can't carry through this life hidden in the wings... Waiting in the wings, I picked up the loose string admissions I have laid bare, wrong or right shed tears I've left there, with such reckless care slipped into the night in the rhyme of a perfect Neil Finn song 'Private Universe' she's never heard so I sang into her wide open ears ooh the melody switches gears I cracked out a ringing chord love's been waiting in the things that I adore stolen from a gypsy Frisco store we stalked all the 29 floors to see what she could possibly carry through her soul like a hidden moon grows full... And as the steel guitar sings I can see you... waiting in the wings "Negotiations & love songs are often mistaken for one and the same."--Paul Simon |
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JL Member Ascendant
since 2004-04-01
Posts 6128Texas, USA |
I hope you are putting music to the songs you have posted, including this one. This is really good. JL  Love the Lord your God with all your heart, and with all your soul,and with all your mind. Love your neighbor as yourself. |
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bel1e Senior Member
since 2006-07-24
Posts 1631 |
Wow!! great lyrics~enjoyed this immensely! |
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LeeJ Member Patricius
since 2003-06-19
Posts 13296 |
wow, indeed, would love to hear your songs to music... |
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ebonygirl Member Elite
since 2011-07-14
Posts 2000California U.S.A |
Nice poem, I too would like to hear your poem/song. Looking forward, Ms. E |
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tracie66 Member Elite
since 2000-01-18
Posts 4713Australia |
Bravo! this is pure delight, I loved this sweetly divine write, well penned. :bravo: Love is the life of the soul... |
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JamesMichael Member Empyrean
since 1999-11-16
Posts 33336Kapolei, Hawaii, USA |
Nice...James |
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