Lyrics 20150330

Is this a dream that’s spinning,
Twisting, running through my head?
A dream of you where I can’t make out
Anything you’ve said?

I follow you from room to room
Through silent moonlit halls,
Out one final courtyard door
Where rain just falls and falls.

I look across the garden
And see you standing in the weeds
Water rushes down between our legs
As if we both were reeds

Bent beneath the shower’s weight,
Buoyed by the stream.
Your mouth is moving silently
In this dream within a dream.

I reach out to take you
And hold you to my chest
And press you up against my skin
Until there’s nothing of you left.

I feel you pounding in my ribs
And throbbing in my blood.
I hear you singing in my ears at last
As I surrender to the flood.

Lyrics 20150315

There’s nothing here to see, folks.
You should all just move along.
Is that a siren in the distance?
Excuse me, miss, yes, you in the sarong.

There’s nothing in this duffle bag,
Nothing interesting to see.
Just several weeks of dirty laundry.
Now if you’d only just excuse me.

Can’t let them take my friend away.
I really must insist.
I say I’m not a violent man,
But I’m likely to resist.

Oh, wouldn’t you agree, my dear,
This alley was grave mistake?
Cornered like a common thief.
I hope that you don’t break.

The clubs are out and so are the guns.
This might sting a little bit.
I’ll set you by this garbage can.
I’d cry if you were hit.

Can’t let them take my friend away.
Cause we love to talk for hours.
If they hit me like that one more time
I’ll tell you where to send the flowers.

They’re saying horrible things to me,
Things that just aren’t true.
Blood and knives and tarps and tubs,
And someone headless, just like you.

I found you on the street, I tell,
And you became my friend.
You told me all your secrets.
We’ll be together to the end.

A talking head is not so strange
A thing beyond imagination.
If only they let me show
You sing down at the station.

Can’t let them take my friend away.
I wish my hands weren’t tied.
I’d whisper softly in your ear,
Since you never really died.

Xmas Song Day 3

Did I say no one had a better voice that Louis Armstrong?

How about Ella Fitzgerald?

Have Yourself a Merry Little Christmas, Ella Fitzgerald

Seriously, though, have your ever read the original lyrics intended for Judy Garland? The song writers had to make it less depressing. Frank Sinatra even had the writer change the lyrics. But when Ella sings about muddling through, you want to get through it together, with her.