Lyric Poems (681)

Bu-bu-bu Burnout!
Burnin out, burn out, burnin out, burnout
Wa wa wa
Burnin out, burnout, burnin out, burnout
Wa wa wa
It's not just here, it all over the nation
Covid, Ukraine, and run away inflation
We wanted to party and get a little rest
But the workers had already headed out west
So the boss says yes
As for the rest of you
Let's all get to work and do the burnout!
Now I can't even think
And I can't even sleep
All of these hours got me feelin like a creep
But the homeless remind me it could be a lot worse
Even though, I still want to f@#$in curse
It just ain't fair
Well, look over there
Lots of other people doin the burnout!

I - am - getting stoned,
Walking down a worn out,
New paved road,-
I saw a ripple in the street,
WTF - is - in - this weed?-

Yeah, going to fast,
What a blast!-
You made it this far,
Just because,-

I - am - getting high,
Roll another that's what it said,
Has the bird passed me by,-
I remembered something I forgot,
WTF - is - in - this pot?-

Yeah, going at medium pace,
With style and grace!-
You made it this far,
Just because,-

I - am - getting lit,
In through the outer realm,
There I went,-
I found a smile in the flow,
WTF - is - in - this smoke?-

Yeah, grooving slowly as you please,
With everything along that you need!-
You made it this far,
Just because,--

On the day I was elected
The Russians gathered round
And they gazed at a wonder
at the joy they found
But the Ukrainian spoke up
Said leave this one alone
She could tell right away
That I was bad to the bone
Vlad to the bone
Bad to the bone
V-V-V-Vlad, V-V-V-Vlad
Vlad to the bone
I broke a thousand hearts
Before I met you
I break a thousand more honey
Before I am through
I want your country pretty baby
Yours and yours alone
I'm here to yell ya honey
That I'm Vlad to the bone

And when your roaming
far, far from the center line
as everyone does
on the steep incline
from time to time
and its all falling like snow
falling like snow round and down
troubles run like the deer
out on the edge of town
I heard him sing,
"Don't let your days desert you
let not the hurt recruit you
it will all pass away, pass away
as those ancient days have come and gone
not for a sailor to silence
the mermaid's song
who am I, who am I, who am I
to know what makes paradise"

All alone and on your own,
Quest for love with a heart of stone,
Of all you've learned,
Still, what do you know?
The days glittering shades of light,
(quietly) oh, so warm--

And now we're here,
Dig, the clouds cloud our minds,
Too young for the love,
Too old for the lies--

You've climbed mountains and swam seas,
You've found peace through warfare,
Survived death, now live in prosperity,
What more could this life ask of me?
Ride hard and die free,
Ha, love is all you need--

And now we're here,
Dig, the clouds wondering by,
Too young to smile,
Too old to cry--

Perhaps now, everything is taking form,
Always the calmest before the storm,
You know too much,
Still, what do you know?
The days glittering shades of dark,
(quietly) oh, so cold--

And now we're here,
Dig, the clouds shatter and break,
Too young to give,
Too old to take--

What is more boring than dying?
It’s a terrible waste of time:
lying there twiddling my eyebrows
or dreaming up words that might rhyme.

Why don’t I chant a ‘te deum’
or swear repenting remorse
or scream for succour or sanctum
or plead for a stay of sentence?

Perhaps the postman’s at the door
or my dead wife came back again
or once more it’s the brink of war
or women have turned into men.

It’s a BORE. I don’t even care
if I’ve seen my very last dawn!
WAIT: a decisive idea !!!
I'll get up and yawn my head off!

Sunny was the disposition.
Warmth and glow fill hearts’ conditioned,
To welcome change from harshest pangs,
Chilled wispy embers of charred remains.
Were we so smitten all’s forgiven?
No one twice shy they’re never bitten.
As Summer greens turn greys of Autumn,
The swift forgotten race to bottom.
See now a drunken wayward mass,
Emboldened by a traitor masked.
Imaginings of crimes unjust,
Have birthed the biggest lie that was,
And dulled the senses quickened breath,
Emotional the sick and deaf.
Determined folk must prove the right,
When hangs in balance truth and light.
What losing men may claim to have,
Let rays from sun make plain the path.
Wb JS 01/04/22

Well we bid farewell to the wind
that no virtues could appease
sailed from those darkened shores
in to the gentle breeze
was cast like Daniel
down deep, deep in the lion's den
no more want to call the tune
of mired faithless men
and as we rise, and rise
'neath the fiery southern sky
I say to you
my soul's companion
the mystics never lie
When we bid farewell to the wind
those dark, dark winds that freeze
I sailed with you my enduring angel
in to the gentle breeze

What a woman wants,
Is what I can do,
A warrior with his sword,
Weary--- But can take on two,-
A magician and his wand,
Take her under his spell,
Bring her to Heaven,
Giving her Hell,---

The magic man,
That mastered his skills,---

What a woman needs,
I can bring,
Fancy cars, mansions,
A part of the elite,-
From a poor way of life,
To rose petals at your feet,
I may be your pauper,
I may be your king,---

The magic man,
That's mastered his skills,---

What a woman loves,
I can be,
A loner, a biker, ha, a rock star?,
Whatever she wishes to perceive,-
I could be a dream,
Coming true,
What she yearns for,
Girl, it's up to you!,---

I'm the magic man,
That has mastered his skills,---

That woman took a bite outta me,
As if I knew she could,
"Your songs are nothing but poetry,"
"And none of them are no good!",
"Sit in front of that computer, you see,"
"If you want to eat,"
"Later, ask your son if you can come play,"
"In your land of make believe,"-

I just wanna be....,

So, I went over to the high school,
To play some of my shit,
Until the principal himself approached me,
And told me I had to quit,
"You're scaring the Hell outta of the kids!"
"They're starting to look deranged!"
And has they gathered around for my autograph,
This is what they said,-

They want me to be,
A Rock-n-Roll Star,

By the time I made it back home,
I received a phone call,
It was the preacher from the First Presbyterian Church!,
If I would play at the county ball?,
"Sure," I said,
"Let me gather my gear and all would be well,"
And when I got on the stage,
I played Alice Cooper Goes To Hell!,-

I need to be,
A Rock-n-Roll Star

A recording scout spotted me!,
"Let's hit the studio!"
But that woman was with me at that time,
And she said, "Hell no!",
She told me to go back to the house,
"You know you are too old,"
But I already signed the contract,
Now I'm a god of Rock-n-Roll!,

What am gonna be?
A Rock-n-Roll Star!
Cantcha, cantcha see?
A Rock-n-Roll Star!