We were stuck together like Toffee,my seven syllable per line song
B bender Tune: by Patrick Darnell
[hammer Am, bend the B, Em, A9, C7, and open G]
Why’d you bail, my compass rose:
sun-soaked tan 'n sultry cheeks?
With you I fail, ceased to grow,
weep with willows by the creek.
Where we dozed in Clover soft
amidst lavender and bees.
Where you sent our song aloft--
Why’d you take so much from me?
This song never gets started
though I know how well it goes.
Blasted song don't get started!
..Could jump start it I suppose.
This song never gets started
Wasn’t this yours and my song?
Notes've fell off the lines, God --
my B bender is all wrong.
It got too damn retarded
up a creek without a spoon.
All thumbs, and notes uncharted,
can't remember simple tunes.
You gave me so much pleasure.
Why be it over so soon?
..eye’n the door forever
caterwaulin' and a croon.
Refrain:
Stuck together like toffee
...Duets by the sink
Makin’ kettles of coffee
...Now just tears to drink
‘Need a defibrillator
to ping my dead, trodden heart.
Send me a simple letter
...like A, C.. or D to help...
oh help me, ..help this
flatlined song to start.
fin/pd: good luck
1 comment:
Now the songs will have context, listen again and
imagine the story. Is it like you had already
imagined? In any case, Dance ! Opa a fresh can and
remember many palikars call you The Big Souvlaki!!
Manolios the Shepherd sends his greetings and Old
Ladis reminds you that you owe him money. The widow is
jealous of your present happiness, but I have my hand
on her breast as I write and she is willing, with a
sigh, to bless your entire family. The Raki is gone, I
smash my glass to your health and three others to your
children's. With my kerchief I wipe my tears for your
honest wife and the trouble she must put up with! You
scoundrel, have pity on her. Can you hear us all here
as we sing these songs, with wet eyes for your absence
among us. More food !!..before we shame ourselves and
make you think we've turned into women."Opa, raise the
pistol and fire "Patrizio Lives, and Lives Well!!"
We remember you always and with a sprig of basil in
your ear, a brush in your teeth and a guitar slung
over your shoulder - a waist of 36 and a drip of sweat
on the end of your nose. Palikar, we salute you!!
Richard Capotosto
Zeeland, Michigan
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