Hearing The Horns Blow

 

Hearing the horns blow
Words formulating up front
The notes mean more
When the tone is blunt

I scratch out a song
Finding life between letters
I’d quit while I’m ahead
If I knew any better

 

No Matter How Old I Become

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No matter how old I become
I’m still searching; I’m still seeking
Obtaining considerable sums
With any passion, go ahead & start peeking

I’m not one to judge an attitude
I can be sinful so I won’t go there
I’m no Christian Grey, but I’m no prude
If you come unannounced, you’ll find me rather bare

The Grand Rubbish

 

The grand rubbish
That we display here
Our soul’s bleeding
Harking back to fear

But we push ahead
& slowly expose
Our personal thoughts
Fighting the reality of those

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I’m Not Asking You To Save My Soul

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I’m not asking you to save my soul
But if you’re going that way…
Go ahead and cop a feel

There’s A Beautiful Woman I Know

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There’s a beautiful woman I know
She’s waiting for me on the shore
The letters say she’s been lonely
Don’t want her to feel it anymore

I close my eyes & silently plead
Please Captain, full steam ahead
‘Cause I got a lady back home
& She’s waiting for me in our bed