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Met chunkymark (posted on: 16-02-15)
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Went to the grave yard although my mind was scarred standing at the iron gate knowing I was too late to tell you that it was me who couldn't set you free you were my judge I was your mug We just lived their lie coz it was easier dying than to start trying Met chunkymark he was the spark glowing in the dark that sang the song of right and wrong I was born with nothing all I have is the sting of all the prophets praying Teach me to dance I'll dance like a fool I'll clean out your cesspool then you can throw me in you can forgive my sin punch me on the chin and tell me my destiny and all about the deity The headstone news just told the blues everyone I love I lose here's that red rose thanks for the doze of tears and heartache and telling me my mistakes I love you now and forever they tell me to cure my fever and love them more and become their whore coz we're rotten to the core Met chunkymark he was the spark glowing in the dark that sang the song of right and wrong I was born with nothing all I have is the sting of all the prophets praying Teach me to dance I'll dance like a fool I'll clean out your cesspool then you can throw me in you can forgive my sin punch me on the chin and tell me my destiny and all about the deity Now the meaning has gone again, another undone again, what's done is done now I live among the dead all the easily led with their gods and tv pillage and shopping sprees rich church goers and bias newspapers more work and debt letters it's not getting better
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Love song (posted on: 16-01-15)
Love song

Love song for the sake of lies and deceit as I rubbed your feet fished for your conceit tampered in things that were considered to adult for teenage desire as we burned all our porn on the accusing fire searching to admire someone on the run water shed fun with war and guns slaves evermore chained to the chores of the media whores and their children but it wont be long until we're dead hopefully in our bed but not on the stair oh no not there they'll see up our skirts I've always been a flirt but I like being massaged with the wind and all that sin needles and gin
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sweetwater on 17-01-2015
Love song
I have to admit I didn't entirely understand this poem, however I did really enjoy it, I liked the rhythm and flow it worked very well.

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doze now (posted on: 16-01-15)
doze now

Deaths veil on the carpet and the tv screen that ranted the things that made us utterly controllable living with someone elses unwanted despised, the dirty unclean. And the elected few that represented you had their limousine and beauty queen paid for by me and you As the oil poured over dead babies who never had a chance to catch rabies from your rabid dog on your groundhog day as you sit in your pews and pray The daily bugle with sex unsexed and government spending unvexed if such wisdom could be delivered to all the lily livered as they argued over the spelling of lilly! Damned! Totally damned as they search for a fresh vein and look to the columns for a refain I was right and he was wrong but he could sing the song better than me And we condemned everyone, with our judgemental song He was white and I was black the scales tipped just as a matter of fact like it's always been, on you knees and pray, but the hunt is on for your possesions on channel grave The TV channel 'grave' who told us to save surrounded by foreigners real estate and unbelievers read fiction at the best of times just gluttony and minor crimes nothing to see here, dear, move along, there's a good chap, just take their crap It has always been a long time coming always like the lift you get hitch hiking, when time has no relevance as you take a chance with some stranger and an unknown danger solving your solution ,going in your direction as you shoot up your cola fix and listen to the ten thirty mix as your dog licks its arse in your panic of a farce because Z faxtor is a repeat in the mid night heat doze now, you silly cow, you man of the moment you all encompassed freak.
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a liar in full bloom (posted on: 20-01-14)
common ground

Arsehole? Yeah you and me Well what did you expect after living in perpetual fantasy, ribbons? well did ya bawbag. is it on the BBC? did you put saccharin in my Ethiopian coffee? fuck you, your fantasy and your dirty washing Listen to the tannoid that you willingly pay for sniffling where are all the good people? good for nothing xenophobic, bigotted, hating, good people life's just like watching cartoons in the dark but only for a day or two as those that suck on you ask you to turn the other way so you conform for confomities sake then eat drink and be merry at someones cost there's room at the top for you and your spawn just wave the flag smoke your religion your computers and mobile phones you cant even hurt yourself no more no reason to you're fucked gone worthless the product of your apathy a liar in full bloom dead.
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royrodel on 19-10-2014
a liar in full bloom
Deaths veil on the carpet and the tV screen
that ranted the things that made us utterly controlable
living with someone elses unwanted despised, the dirty unclean.

And the elected few that represented you
had their limousine and beauty queen
paid for by me and you
As the oil poured over dead babies
who never had a chance to catch rabies
from your rabid dog
on your groundhog day
as you sit in your pews and pray

The daily bugle
with sex unsexed
and government spending unvexed
if such wisdom could be delivered
to all the lily livered
as they argued over the spelling of lilly!
Damned! Totally damned as they
search for a fresh vein
and look to the columns for a refain

I was right and he was wrong
but he could sing the song
better than me
And we condemned everyone,
with our judgemental song
He was white and I was black
the scales tipped just as a matter of fact
like it's always been, on you knees and pray,
but the hunt is on for your possesions
on channel grave

The TV channel 'grave'
who told us to save
surrounded by foreigners
real estate and unbelievers
read fiction at the best of times
just gluttony and minor crimes
nothing to see here, dear,
move along, there's a good chap,
just take their crap

It has always been a long time coming
always like the lift you get hitch hiking,
when time has no relevance as you take a chance
with some stranger and an unknown danger
solving your solution ,going in your direction
as you shoot up your cola fix
and listen to the ten thirty mix
as your dog licks its arse
in your panic of a farce
because Z faxtor is a repeat
in the mid night heat
doze now, you silly cow, you man of the moment
you all encompassed freak.
















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? (posted on: 22-07-13)
Ever felt like you cant express yourself? Title? Genre? Category ?

Run, run, little one, dreams of chips and burgers plastic dragons and no coin. Run, run, little one, scoff and scurry to teacher coloured marbles and demented preachers Run, run, little one, An American kid, an African kid preached, they gotta do as their fathers did. Run, run, little one, with the wind in your face you and you alone are the human race Run, run, little one, they told you, 5,4,3,2,1, they told you, 5,4,3,2,1. Run, run, little one, with everything they've become on their 2 bob heroin Run, run, little one, everything is wicked as you recieve the crying ticket Run, run, little one, still there is a ghost who will be todays host? Run, run, little one, tapped, trapped, crapped, it all elapsed.
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cooky on 22-07-2013
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Interesting write on today. I like this

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deadpoet on 22-07-2013
?
Yes I like this. I like the way you move with a good pace through a lot of emotions and phases in a life. It is hard hitting and I like that. I think I'd run away to pastures green.

Well done. I think you expressed yourelf well and I understood every word. NO not really a doggerel- more likely a bit of social realism and definitely poetry. I hope it wasn't meant to be funny because then I have completely missed the point.

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How can a red nosed button pushing laundry operative be counting notes stored in (posted on: 15-04-13)
they've got my mind

Empty roads filled with thoughts regurgitation the dear death urge sitting behind frustration stopped only by the promise of never being forgiven landing on your feet hand held out for the treat from someone who used to be bigger than you bigger than you bigger than you bigger than you Boy they sell you what's yours anyway send you off to their war to kill things you don't abhor call you the peace corp just to get them more traded for a life spent in the liquor store Make bombs not peace sell them in the east then later we can all feast from our crazy beast that we created and made them the least amongst us amongst us amongst us The combination code for the gun cupboard has been changed so they show you their followers tits steal your grandmothers benefits give you the lottery, bingo and one arm bandits more cut blouses and mini skirts and a name like yours in the closing credits in some forgotten edit Without you I'm nothing but you tell me to sing smile with the controling applaud with the deafening echo of the lying who keep me in slavery with one eye on the gallow tree with one eye on the gallow tree with one eye on the gallow tree Will I ever be in a land where I can raise a glass where everyone breathes laughing gas and there's no need for a compass or for the charity of the under classs rhetoric inhibition or super class But I can't speak out loud or be bold because the young are now old trapped in the genocide of what there fore fathers allowed lost souls being controlled it's cold it's cold it's cold All we've got left is credit companies raping our children ready to turn them into orphans this is what they call Afghanistan pretending it's happening in a far away land red lipsticked, smiling, cartooned,every under handed brand Goodbye wife, goodbye son, goodbye daughter and everyone they've got my mind they've got my mind they've got my mind How can a red nosed button pushing laundry operative be counting notes stored in common numbers
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stormwolf on 16-04-2013
How can a red nosed button pushing laundry operative be counting notes stored in
Rage on Rodel, rage on! πŸ˜‰

Alison x

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no change from your fiver (posted on: 18-01-13)
no change from your fiver

I just filled the car with tescos cheaper diesel looked right and left, mum and dad were crying over health and credit card refusal and school league tables, where they told more expensive fables just because they wanted to be believers where you get no change from your fiver Sixteen years of playing war the young lad needed a little bit more so he took his mums hand down to the army recruiting centre and he walked through deaths theatre wishing he was you,wishing he was clever where you get no change from your fiver And his sister's got a kid, who doesn't know their father she does her best to keep facebook updated with her propaganda and the shampoo that gives the best lather as she advertises love that she never had from her father and unused nappies and baby grows afterall she's just a suvivor where you get no change from your fiver They pointed the finger at the old man as he sang his song and danced and danced smirked at their Jesus, took a chance choked back their tears,that they'd saved up for years, just so they could be friends with the bus driver who gives you no change from your fiver We all laugh at knowledge and sacraficing and our brothers feelings of love as he works that extra hour for his children but the banks that you belong too are selling their dream of being richer who gives you no change from your fiver So let's have the truth and nothing but the truth with poisons filling our ears and noses richman has his way, we are his fool,we are his fool, so let the tv kick in,die,die,die without a fight we are dead now, die my little inspirer who gives you no change from your fiver
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Savvi on 21-01-2013
no change from your fiver
A dark piece, you tell the story very well, lifes struggles pared back to the bone, very well done.

One crit, the last stanza felt a bit weak with the repeat lines.

Cheers Savvi

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Wise one (posted on: 17-12-12)
with tanx to rhymezone http://www.rhymezone.com/

A day, a week, a month , a year you're always travelling in the fastest gear while the medals are being pinned, on the bombadier never feeling down or a shade of blue you're the one that pulled through never coming to a dead end breaking, promises,that's what you do you don't even have, a point of veiw Wise one with your head in the clouds and sand you always have two in your one man band Another year gone lying in the past you just ask them why they asked, their question 'cause you know only children and fools know the truth as they quote the BBC and the book of Ruth you just slave for your companion playing the ace, and the deuce everytime covering up, your latest crime Wise one with your head in the clouds and sand you always have two in your one man band You're both black and white,you're a man of the world, all knowing about heavens light,you're a messiah you're temptations were all you had you only see good in all the bad but you wont bow to their jehovah embracing junkies and dicing with gamblers you play your guitar with the vicar and the other teasers Wise one with your head in the clouds and sand you always have two in your one man band You were despised by your teachers and the preachers as you were in love with,all the creatures told them to smell the sweetness of the morning they just turned away, as they killed their brothers looking them in the eye,they just turn away waiting for the blessings from the April spring hoping that they wont be freed today Wise one with your head in the clouds and sand you always have two in your one man band Well the scrounger is scrounging for young minds looking for someone so he can feed and blind to buy his remedies for pain tobacco and alcohol,diesel,chocolate tainted news and coffins all delivered on the last train from richmen and lawyers running away from their sin drinking whiskey,vodka and tainted gin Wise one with your head in the clouds and sand you always have two in your one man band But then what do you believe when you don't believe what you see a child just died so you could be free in a world full of despise the child was black, disease ridden with no hope as you reach out to your queen and your for ever forgiving pope Wise one with your head in the clouds and sand you always have two in your one man band
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franciman on 19-12-2012
Wise one
Hi Roy,
Although I find the meaning escapes me, maybe even confuses me; the verse is compelling. There are some real kicker lines. Particularly like:
'cause you know only children and fools know the truth
as they quote the BBC and the book of Ruth. There are a great many more, and I find more to enjoy each time I read this.
I hope that didn't sound patronising? Not my intention.
cheers,
Jim

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Savvi on 19-12-2012
Wise one
Really like the chorus, would help to know what genre the song is but I guess that shouldn't matter, some tight lines and has a swagger that I like. My only crit would be that Medals and Bombardiers sets a dated image that doesnt fit with the wild travelling man coolness of the verses and so put me off a bit at first. I would love to hear it as I already have a melody, great song thanks for sharing. S

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I wish it could be xmas every day (posted on: 14-12-12)
The poor in spirit thrived

The poor in spirit thrived got a little inspiration and died a million deaths cursing every breath wishing they were still dead The mourners mourned just so they could be mourned instead of being scorned as they set up their next free meal signed up to the devils deal And the meek just turn the other cheek like they've always done under the blistering sun as they stand at the grave of their chidren's children laying the wreath just staring into space waiting to inherit the earth Then those who hunger and thirst for what is right shout from the roof tops and can't sleep at night as they chase the devil around in this hell guided by a light that only they can see their souls spewing from the rancid smell The merciful give out life to their captives like they're the allmighty like they're above the law as they sharpen their knives they give it out every second thursday so they can bargain it again and again for mercy As the children who see through pure eyes are corrupted by their fathers vengeance play with God asking for his defence as they struggle to their feet with a future they've yet to meet The sons of God are cruxified and reported to the police as they bring you the message of love and peace looking just like you and your sister you wont believe your ears it's easier to love satan with all his pain and tears And you when you stand up for what is right you will be laughed at and scorned by drunks and followers,who'll be blinded by your light they'll bring you down,cover you in their mess but you,yeah you, will be blessed
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barenib on 14-12-2012
I wish it could be xmas every day
I'm not sure this was what Wizard had in mind! There are some powerful ideas and images here and I particularly like the lines -
"The sons of God are cruxified and reported to the police
as they bring you the message of love and peace "
Good stuff, Roy - John.

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Bozzz on 15-12-2012
I wish it could be xmas every day
Well that just about writes off the whole of mankind in one poem. I'm not sure whether this achievement is a triumph or disaster... or in knowing to which scrapheap I belong " I found this poem interesting despite that. ... Bozzz.

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I just know to much


the posh boys (posted on: 10-12-12)
the posh boys

Only the day before yesterday, they were a little risque they sang the victory slogan, like they'd already won living their lie,putting on the cabaret and the lonely lovers hugged sisters and brothers and their hearts were torn with all the scorn making deals with blind men and mocking birds as the world stared and everything was blurred sewage flowed freely from every pore blocking out the last of the light the posh boys with scarred backs and minds spitting rules and regulations born of greed and frustration and we let it pass playing dice with your servants putting everyone in their class as they make up your constitution I was there and he was alive making sure that it'd arrive, on time and we growled at those who understood making gestures from our fragile frames as the poison made us sane then slowly releasing the madness again pointing the finger never naming names because we'd lost the book of rules all that was left was the echo of the bells so the moment was seized by the unloved the posh boys and our knees were on the prayer mat as they bargained with the devil himself but we can't talk about that then the pens ran dry no more reason we forgot how to cry you ignored the treason And now the souls are sold,the deal is done the faith you had,no longer makes you glad you think they've won but what have you done and the small change in my pocket wont fill the beggars bowl now their greed penetrates my mind buying trinklets from the slave master I look to the sky for some kind of sign from the posh boys with their phobias and fears their moth balled aroma and crocodile tears the posh boys lying in their cold dungeons waiting for the mark that was forged on the ark lost,shivering wrecks confined to barracks wondering if they'll be next
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stormwolf on 20-12-2012
the posh boys
I really enjoyed this Rodel. Felt you were too far away from the mike though but original as always
Alison x

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everything gone wrong (posted on: 20-08-12)
everything gone wrong

I saw people looking at their derelict surrounds selling someone else's thought for pence and pounds fed dried humor with death pursuing from the cot the legend of the brave son was legend,that's how they were taught buried in the dark regions of their fruitless mind inhaling all the poison in the prison that binds Then they think the things that make it seem improbable living in a state of fear with all hope in the hands of the unaccountable No books of truth were on display in the market square no one asking how,where or why,they wouldn't dare they didn't want to be stocked,didn't need the trouble in their home where life was becoming unaffordable Freedoms songs were a dirty slur on being messed up and out of touch they couldn't turn of their radio or tv because it hurt to much class war turned into neighbour war screaming at each other for a little peace smoking and drinking the spoils of profit to get their release damned if they do,damned if they don't heading for the graveyard with the regret of failure disgusting, calling from a mind so scarred The devil may be all around but they can't talk about that their young knew they were fakers and what was what they wore the mark of the follower full of dread waiting for the tide to ebb and flow,pulling at the threads with no inspiration calling out from their sea of oblivion watery eyed, just standing all alone in their own contamination Even when the man climbed to the top of the mountain they said he was lying they just bowed their heads broke open their childs piggy bank and sighed a case of wine and two weeks away from the well oiled mobile phones with their relatives derranged as they spraypaint their name on the headstones told lies from spiritualist revolutionaries their lonliness evolves into something they can't recall from their mind that's been dissolved Suprise is something that is left to the programme makers for entertainment like the death of rock 'n' roll government propaganda and the liars statement corrupting the death defying dream of the knowledge of understanding the fall and rise of man and a history written by the victors who were repenting to something hidden in the conscience of thinkers falling to the floor yawning scratching,convulsing at the temptation of being a rebel without causing to much disruption So you know Jesus Mohammed Smith from your dreams in the dark night a second cousin that you can't hold until the dark of twilight as the prophets pat themselves on the back down in the basement with the soft top down and the wind in their face just looking for acknowledgement and an itchy finger pointing at anyone who dares to question or deny their slow train coming out off the dark mysterious night sky If you got the wonga, they'll tell you that you're anything but ugly sell you dreams of paradise, a million miles away in a foreign country sit you on your throne for a tip or two,take you into hell and back what you gonna scream that won't result in seperating the white from the black guess you heard the billions sighing,crying singing the same song maybe some day you'll question your loves and hates and everything gone wrong
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thorny crown (posted on: 06-08-12)
thorny crown

Look at the newsman selling every government lie he's telling selling his soul for a pittance sending the lost souls into a trance just to make sure he has a chance So all the truth adds up to one big lie seeing visions of leprosy falling from the sky mutated liberators from a time gone by seven seconds gone, will the truth ever be known as you rise from your knees with your thorny crown thorny crown Deep in debt or so it seems sold your inhibitions for their dreams as you cringe to the cries of your childrens screams fathers fighting in someones war and you can't stand it anymore You scratch at the surface just to communicate but you don't want all the nations hate you gotta get in kid before it's too late buckle up so you can buckle down as you rise from your knees with your thorny crown thorny crown You're power hungry like you were taught from ever since you were screaming in your cot sanctified into one of their robots crying for reason from their curiculted rules fighting to be nobodies fool You know you gotta get away run to the mountains or to the dock on the bay just so you can listen to what you have to say be the king in the game instead of the pawn as you rise from your knees with your thorny crown thorny crown Your pop star hero just sold his soul even Bob Dylan wants you in a hole scratching the earth for the black gold aborting your children as he tolls the bell selling you promises in your living hell He hits you and the dog barks she wants her dinner from the angel that harks paid for in pounds or german marks or whoever won the debate at the break of dawn as you rise from your knees with your thorny crown thorny crown
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Weefatfella on 06-08-2012
thorny crown
The whole world is corrupt Roy.
That's what makes it turn.
People have to stand up to these War-mongers who send our children in to fight for their yachts and fast cars and when they are injured, we the plebs have to hold a raffle to buy them a wheelchair.

Prophets brought the message but men changed it to suit themselves.
Enjoyed this Roy.

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mourn their children dying (posted on: 30-07-12)
mourn their children dying

You were standing there just like you weren't there working the reason of your last trauma as you listen to instant karma You knew a man you wanted for your father but you couldn't go any further no one ever answered your prayers all you'd been fed was promises from double dealers You'd learned to love and hate to make it easy to discriminate to sell your soul for their real estate as you devour your bar of chocolate You take a back seat because you have no choice you don't have an opinion,you have no voice nothing to sell so you don't have a price can't even call the local police but you know yeah you know two billion people starving just so you can go on living you can't hear them crying as they mourn their children dying mourn their children dying mourn their children dying mourn their children dying Tenderly you come home late gentely close the garden gate trying to set out your fate hoping to find your true mate Searching for reason as you sing their songs taught to you from when you were young a reason to believe as you step on the rung following the the leaders who'd have you hung You know it isn't about treason you're just looking for a reason you don't want to drink the wrong poison that sends you into confusion Just to wake to his propaganda and to be part of his memoranda as the truth becomes the agenda lies something your told to despise but you know yeah you know two billion people starving just so you can go on living you can't hear them crying as they mourn their children dying mourn their children dying mourn their children dying mourn their children dying Where do you go from here who cares about your fear as he drinks another beer what is your career To be told what to think in all this mess and stink to be given no hand of hope as you're fed his lethal dope You laugh at everything gone just 'cause it's all gone wrong nobody singing the same song laughing at the weak being devoured by the strong But you cant stand it any more all the lies from this hellish war your brains full of other chores no reason left to even the score but you know yeah you know two billion people starving just so you can go on living you can't hear them crying as they mourn their children dying mourn their children dying mourn their children dying mourn their children dying
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rescue me (posted on: 23-07-12)
rescue me

Every time I turn another door is closed another lie that's been exposed rescue me, sitting in the doorway with the over dosed waitng for answers,someone to propose rescue me,oh lord rescue me. Where ever I roam I see wasting souls with a hundred years of debt and forgotten goals rescue me, people stare at the howling tanoid waiting for a release from the void rescue me,oh lord rescue me. Pawn in the game of this moving film documentary but this is a song I wrote involuntary rescue me, I hear them screaming when they're dreaming from all the hate and double dealing rescue me,oh lord rescue me. Sons without fathers,daughters without mothers you without me, brothers without sisters rescue me, When I woke up this morning it was still long gone looked to the telivision and radio for my way home rescue me,oh lord rescue me. I just want a ticket out of here did I say I have no reason to fear rescue me, You just drink your fill to get your thrills I'll pack my bags,you can swim in the swill rescue me,oh lord rescue me. All the empty glasses, all the empty minds living for five o'clock for the last time rescue me, Children of children looking to the night sky asking who am I? and why oh why? rescue me,oh lord rescue me. I wear my fore fathers suit of guilt like it's something to abhor,something that's been spoilt rescue me, they're all somewhere else, somewhere long gone but they keep begging me to sing their song rescue me,oh lord rescue me.
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Andrea on 25-07-2012
rescue me
I think this is rather good, Rodel πŸ™‚

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cracked his whip in time (posted on: 09-07-12)
royrodel

Spray tanned freaks laughed at his words of wisdom complained their brains were awakened in their whoredom the cracked up author stood on his stage royrodel played the blues clenching his fists in rage Checkout operators and loft insulators couldn't believe what they'd heard the bouncers cried out philistine as royrodel cracked his whip in time In confusion the police were called as the drunk children wailed and bawled royrodel just bowed to the panic he'd ensued played his guitar in all the mental goo A party goer stood on a table just to hear the howling fable as he wiped the powder from his nose and his fear from the father,son and holy ghost The deisel fumes choked the lungs of chauffers as they grabbed royrodels guitar and perfume complaining to the answer that life was hard and how they'd only done seven of the twelve yards Alone and in the darkness of his nightmares royrodel counted his blessings and his cares drank his tainted water that was summoned from the deep thanked the ants and spiders before he went to sleep
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chant_z on 13-07-2012
cracked his whip in time
Very interesting epic text. The audio makes John Foxx pop up to me and that is a compliment indeed coming from me. "Hiroshima Mon Amour" :). On a more serious note the phrasing and expressive character of the voice adds to the lyrics and the result is very good indeed. Add to it the arrangement.

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Highland wind (posted on: 22-06-12)
so far away from home

Highland wind caught the disease when everyone was saying 'please' please mister let me go let me run in the sun and the snow let me dream of freedoms liberty gamble my future in the lottery I looked into the fire all I seen was cinders as the flames grew higher no mans land and her staring eyes talking about the future of sons and daughters her temptations I could not ignore it was taught to me in the schools of folk lore I slipped into a moment of comfort to get away from the flies buzzing around my head and all the truth in what she said and all the payments that were over due with one foot in the grave that were coming after me coming after you I heard a voice saying 'welcome, we only got the penthouse left' with the walls selling five euro cups of water and matadors that make the heart beat faster and the tv lady saying everything she said with her hairspray,makeup teeth so white her pupils contracted in the bright lights with our destiny's broken at birth meeting somewhere on mother earth So I felt like a movie star up on the roof top next to God touching the stars and the lightening rod leaving all my excuses and dreams behind living in the moment out of time rising from the bottom and reaching the top tired from running coming to a stop Now who you were married to I could just suppose didn't know if it was the job or holy ghost a handsome stranger who'd soon be dead or the lonesome soldier from the outpost I had no idea who you'd wed but my time is running away with my thoughts I read the news and my time is short save for a few pennies in the charity box Red faced and resentful from all the guilt highland wind leaves nothing unspoilt I was in your life for a moments grace which set the motion of time at a different pace so I'm going to cross the seventh sea so I can't remember when you turned your back on me and all your favourite darling,dearies your one stands and soul searching inquries So I end up playing it all alone sleep with one eye open waiting for you so I can wash your feet sit you on your throne dissecting every sound for your voice waiting for you to tell me what to do highland wind leaves me no choice highland wind leaves me no choice highland wind leaves me no choice
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cooky on 23-06-2012
Highland wind
I like this especially the third verse.

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down (posted on: 18-06-12)
down

Still don't know after all these years smoked your fancy cigarettes drank your whiskey and your wine woke up at dawn sneezed and yawned read about the world that was fought for freedom and the peoples cause then all of a sudden I've become what I despise living to die believing the lies the gnashing of teeth pulling me down down down down the rooms are not big enough I'm still locked in I don't like you even though we never met I just see your silhouette behind the steering wheel stay away from my paradise keep out of my mind as I pass you on the stair you raise your voice to advertise your sick soul and demons from this demented world demented world demented world demented world just leave me to lick my wounds and to drink my concocted poison put my crown of barbed wire on my head afterall I'm living amongst the dead nine inch nails rusting away at the foundations of my empire in the mirror I see a stranger running away from all the danger from all the danger from all the danger from all the danger they hunt me down, they look me up to be like them with all their pain living in sorrow for tomorrow eating from the pig pen with passengers that taxi drivers wont hire down at rock bottom talking about hell they tell me all the kiss and tell fruitless weekends gone in a flash giving me their time as they slowly lose their mind slowly lose their mind slowly lose their mind slowly lose their mind I enter another night of darkness and betrayal dance like a freak, wait for the sun under the black hail point the finger at the weak and frail, of mind sleep with mother earth and father time regurgitate all I've seen on the marble floor lock you out behind the iron door run to the dead forests long gone because I can't stand it no more can't stand it no more can't stand it no more can't stand it no more
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stormwolf on 18-06-2012
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Oh I hear ya loud and clear, Bro.

The dollar's is going down and the rest of the global economy with it.

If a tree falls in the forest and nobody sees or hears it does it matter?

If the global economy is being driven to total depression by design of the big banks and nobody notices, does it still affect us?...bloody right it does!!!



As you say, the Jubilee celebrations were just sad to witness...Talk about brainwashed...



Don't know about you but I am getting organised. πŸ˜‰

Alison x

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Texasgreg on 19-06-2012
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Aye, if a tree lands on your head, do you hear it?
Read you loud and clear, Roy.
Photobucket.
Good Stuff!

Greg πŸ™‚

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cooky on 19-06-2012
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Manic depression, and the wold has left this soul behind. on the bright side this subject matter is honey to the poet.

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barenib on 20-06-2012
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Well said Roy, I can hear your guitar strumming - bring back the protest song! John

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I looked for my momma (posted on: 11-06-12)
with tanx to rhymezone

Born on the river, on the spring tide born on the river on the spring tide stuck out my thumb,hitched a donkey ride I collected favours, down on the north sea I collected favours down on the north sea swaped trials and burdens, over gin and whiskey The road to paradise is full of holes and tolls the road to paradise was full of holes and tolls don't think I'll ever find all them dead sea scrolls I entered Sodom, before Gomorrah was built I entered Sodom before Gomorrah was built selling my untold stories just to relieve my guilt Met a woman she was seven feet tall met a woman she was seven feet tall she didn't like my aftershave, called me an oddball Looked in the empty grave reserved for kings and clowns looked in the empty grave reserved for kings and clowns guess all I seen was a hole in the ground I went back to the river where it all began I went back to the river where it all began it was full of unnamed poisons, death and plastic cans I looked for my momma, now she was long gone dead I looked for my momma, now she was long gone dead the heroes and legends,in their glory bed I'd heard of angels that'd come for you I'd heard of angels that'd come for you no angels coming for me, so I sing the blues I looked to the sky, the sun and the stars I looked to the sky the sun and the stars tapped my foot to the drum and guitar The world turns faster every single day the world turns faster every single day yesterday was June tomorrow it'll be May I drank myself to sleep on the edge of a knife I drank myself to sleep on the edge of a knife after listening all day about eternal life
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Andrea on 11-06-2012
I looked for my momma
Will there be an audio, Rodel?

(Rhymezone are handy, aren't they? :))

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JackKoozie on 13-06-2012
I looked for my momma
Hi Royrodel, good lyrics and I would be interested to hear an audio track of it. I see you’ve written a lot of song lyrics. Is it your main thing? Do you play an instrument – guitar, keyboard..? Thought your piece was good and told a story too. Enjoyed.



Jack



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I was born to die a handsome ghoul (posted on: 04-06-12)
I was born to die a handsome ghoul

Seen the wedding party down in the village square the bride caught my attention as I paid the taxi man his fare Went into the chapel where the wedding party'd been looking for an angel that'd understand the pain Didn't know what I was looking for still can't sleep ,can't let go just thought I'd find the answers 'cause the bible tells you so Put four guineas in the tin one for God, his son the ghost and the cleaner as the world was spinning into another day I was wondering if I should have been meaner The sun hurt my eyes as I left the marriage place confetti littered the pavement straightened my tie , polished my jet black shoes felt it was the least I should do, after my atonement I went over to the cemetery gates looked at the writing on the wall searching to see if my name'd been filled in on the road to heaven or the road to hell Seen my closest friends all in one thought toasting and gambling for my soul they don't need to worry I was born to die a handsome ghoul
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Andrea on 04-06-2012
I was born to die a handsome ghoul
Great title!
(You've got a typo...'marriage')

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done, thanx, don't normally bother about typos but I had a couple of bubblies at lunch to toast her majesty, God bless her 'hic'

stormwolf on 04-06-2012
I was born to die a handsome ghoul
Hiya Rodel
The forth and fifth stanzas were out of sync for me but I have come to read your lyrics they way they were written. That means that I hear you loud and clear although you have the odd typo etc. I am not aquainted with the protocol of lyrics and so I feel I cannot add much as remembering some of the great songs which were full of shady grammar πŸ˜‰
Keep on doing what you are doing.
Handsome Ghoul?
I am a screaming Banshee... πŸ˜‰

Alison x

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Pennywise on 05-06-2012
I was born to die a handsome ghoul
Love that title!

I surely would love to hear this sung. I couldn't quite grasp the rythm of a couple of the stanzas.



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royrodel on 05-06-2012
I was born to die a handsome ghoul
don't know nuthin' about stanzas

went to school with a dude called Stainy

his name was Stanich, Polish me's thinks

You gotta get down

count to 8

snap your fingers then clap your hand

tap your feet, yeah

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ChairmanWow on 06-06-2012
I was born to die a handsome ghoul
Love the last line. Almost wish it weren't in the title, just kept for a surprise, maybe a refrain.

Ralph

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hope you understand (posted on: 01-06-12)
hope you understand

Had to love the lonely hope you understand had to feed the hungry with my own hand 'cause my love for you couldn't be the same if you never knew about the suffering and pain with hope and all it means to love everyone struggling to understand the screams in the dreams no matter what they'd done until it's over I can't turn away from the deceiver tell our children I'll be back some day you gave me life in this death a supreme ideal of life gave me a reason for rebirth you, my friend,my lover, my wife I've worked from dawn 'till dusk made thousands to pay them back bought the latest Paris musk engraved your name on your mothers plaque Pray for me as I pray for you take care of your brother is all I ask of your refuge my friend,companion and lover The tears are still there when I awake everyone thinking about satisfaction and how much it will take to make the wrong decision To break a promised trust shout at an innocent child leave them eating dust confused and exiled Don't turn your head at what I do I never asked for the sight at the pain they go through I just try to lead them to the light I cannot live without you you are my queen my God there's nothing without you no praise without your applaud
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I've always seen the darkside (posted on: 28-05-12)
written after watching the ads on afternoon tv

I was toasting the devil and all his sons doing nothing with everyone I was living at the cost of your loved one selling them lies in the midday sun I've always seen the darkside stole everyones light for my pride denied the suffreing and the genocide just to have the lion and lamb lay by my side I take from the mouths of a billion starving children sell them philosophies of freedom and original sin give them debt and worry at a knock down bargain bleed their brains,tell them to take it on the chin I've always seen the darkside stole everyones light for my pride denied the suffreing and the genocide just to have the lion and lamb lay by my side I support the war on poverty aslong as you buy my wears give me your souls so I can gamble them in shares buy my writings on how to become millionaires let me take control of your life and affairs I've always seen the darkside stole everyones light for my pride denied the suffreing and the genocide just to have the lion and lamb lay by my side I'll tell you of a better time a time that you've never had you just sell me your children so they wont be sad afterall they tell you that you're nothing but raving mad give me your mind I'll make you forget that you're bad I've always seen the darkside stole everyones light for my pride denied the suffreing and the genocide just to have the lion and lamb lay by my side
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stormwolf on 28-05-2012
Ive always seen the darkside
God bless you Rodel. I understand the pain you go through for the suffering in the world. It's almost too much to take at times.
Alison x

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cooky on 28-05-2012
Ive always seen the darkside
I like this, a poem with a purpose, good write

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Andrea on 29-05-2012
Ive always seen the darkside
Very painful, Rodel, but very good, too.

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Ionicus on 29-05-2012
Ive always seen the darkside
A good one, Roy.

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stormwolf on 30-05-2012
Ive always seen the darkside
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=k9IfHDi-2EA&feature=related

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Romany on 02-06-2012
Ive always seen the darkside
I think these opening lines:

"I was toasting the devil and all his sons
doing nothing with everyone"


are excellent and very strong.

Romany.

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what have I become she prayed (posted on: 21-05-12)
what have I become she prayed when will the clouds all disappear

Half a million brides half a, million brides up for sale for silver buck, and black gold outnumbered men,outnumbered boys looking, for a bargain, that's not so cold The market falls I take, a chance at getting fat,filthy,rich fathers and sons searching for love,my first lucky break a mother and daughter,two for the price of one under midday's sun, my treasure trove Portraits of the dictators their soldiers waiting for their next bribe counting their luck,ignoring what, the tannoid said about Marx's philosophy, loyalty and pride getting as much, as they can, for their illeagal aid They fattened her up she'd left her, family who'd died in the famine a nation in tears, with fluttering swallows I seen her through the crowd, and I, had to draw the line as her tears, told the story, of a million sorrows I couldn't sleep I watched the rich, sobbing, and crying at the lies, of everything, they'd held taboo as the market crashed, from double dealing they couldn't sell or buy, the love he had for you The schools of thought where lost time is collected and given out, at a price, with inflation paid back, when your thoughts are corrected where souls are bargained for, against hell and damnation She looks to the south seventy two hours earlier, she'd walked through, deaths stench in the father land, of lies and correction camps where freedom is rewarded, with a kick and a punch and the out spoken voice condems your family to scrounging tramps Children of a lesser pain I don't need your trials and ambitions I've built your empire of dirt,signed your dotted line, invested in faith,sacraficed many lives for a lowly position as I drink your health the blood don't taste like wine Unity will come with the love of man and his God for hire heaven in all it's promises and glory's the path of freedom that leads away from the burnig fire and the false idols stories Thankyou she said I've listened to your cries for a better world as nature's kingdom dies and fades far,far away I've diced with death with the great leaders peril where's the light.what have I become she prayed
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cooky on 21-05-2012
what have I become she prayed
Excellent write. I like this

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Andrea on 21-05-2012
what have I become she prayed
Few stray commas her and there, but good. Are you going to audio it, Rodel?

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the promised land (posted on: 11-05-12)
the promised land

How do we come back to sweet love when our heads are in the sand something in the way of the promised land we're just a bunch of fools agreeing to all their rules peace being the last thing on their minds selling us time is money, just run along with us you'll do just fine sellout your sisters family we don't need her, if she don't agree All around there's fear and pain peace the last thing in the frame just another day of going insane sorrow's tears lost in the game How do we fix our broken hearts do we go back to the start do we fight for dignity do we join in unity but we've been here before standing behind closed doors of prophets from another world who talk wise words that love will never die from the beginning of time a love for all human kind a love that seals and binds All around there's fear and pain peace the last thing in the frame just another day of going insane sorrow's tears lost in the game The sunshine from the golden dawn dies a million deaths, then it's gone lightening strikes fear into our hearts reminding us of the time we're apart you loving our babies,taking care me sweating in hell looking for another fare seeing people and there problems telling me their hurts and symptoms their dreams and visions of peace their newly born nephew or niece children crying change your ways to their drunken parents in a daze All around there's fear and pain peace the last thing in the frame just another day of going insane sorrow's tears lost in the game We were crying when we were born we were lying when we were torn so now it's come to pass nothings changed as we forgive our past and with the fear that dwells inside we just turn away and hide blaming fairy tales and situations one legged pigeons and career politicians for our strange written out, televised legacy in all it's glory and hypocrisy it happened to you,it happened to me no bread at their table this is the truth of the fable All around there's fear and pain peace the last thing in the frame just another day of going insane sorrow's tears lost in the game
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how much worse can it be (posted on: 04-05-12)
how much worse can it be

Human flesh being sold in the market as we feed our cat's and fish People so hungry, and starving they've got someones child on their dish Little girl scrounging because she didn't make the grade hungers pang calling from the east no hope,dream or vision,always afraid carrying the mark of the beast And the eyes of the world are far away her masters seen to that for you just another paradise day as they despise this little brat Human flesh being sold in the market as just another piece of meat some say it'd taste like pork could've been someone you knew, or that lived in your street Lumps of life, once covered with skin and the blood that has run dry I can only hear my good brother scream and my dear sister cry And life goes on, like it always does who wants to be involved with the ones that bleed and my good Lord is up in the heavens and He's hungry and cold in our streets Human flesh being sold in the market how much worse can it be many try to escape by crossing the river some even tried the open sea A vast stream of desperate men and women seek refuge in the Chinese land hoping on Chinese hospitality but they simply send 'm back again To where they are beaten heavy, and locked away in a camp for so long for having thoughts of their own treated less than a dog or a pig they tend to die young, only skin and bones And the world stands watching and documents are piling up meanwhile the blood of loved ones grows into a river And it screams to GOD {Genesis 4:10, Revelation 6:10} yeah, the blood of our loved ones grows into a river and it screams to GOD Human flesh being sold in the market and we don't know how that feels but in the Juche paradise people live it to the bone might be their own flesh and blood being sold in a few more weeks
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cooky on 04-05-2012
how much worse can it be
This write grows on you. i am not religious so the last two verses are wasted on me. The subject matter is fascinating, One wonders how far people will actually go should the crops fail.

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I'm all used up (posted on: 16-04-12)
I'm all used up

Slaved seven years polished their gears polished their shoes listened to their views I'm all used up We danced under the moonlight when we were young and bright inspiring to leather soles living out our roles just being part of the people two of the twelve disciples I'm all used up I fought for the cause I've still got the scars they still want me to disappear it's the same year after year in this land that's condemned children of children abandoned all for the sake of satisfaction and to be the one that's firing the gun I'm all used up Well I can't give them all the answers I can't even recommened a good provider or a trusted brother or sister that'll make them all the wiser take a vow of promise save them from demise when I'm not as clean as the man made machine I'm all used up Everyone goes away just like yesterday after living the lie you hear the cry to live the dream you've got to be sleeping it's the only thing that'll stop the weeping when you wake up all you hear is the screams and broken hearts in broken dreams as you live in your own hell looking for something to sell I'm all used up I returned through the heather fields with the rusted sword and broken shield to a place that was burning with dead science and politics justifying the smoke in my eyes and the sound of cries with letters never written from the host of that what was all forgotten I'm all used up Well I'm gonna play my harp blues still haven't paid my dues there's something bothering me I done what they done and I'm still not free give me your blessing if you'd be so kind I've been following fools who are proud to be blind it's only you who can make me king it's only you who can make me sing I'm all used up Slaved seven years more as I sneaked passed your door to give you more time to think about it as I dined you candle lit just for a smile so I could walk you down the aisle but I don't need your gurus or masters to know the names that are called out by the monsters who are they to tell me how to die to tell me when and when not to cry I'm all used up I hear they put your name on the election role that'd you'd given up, sold your soul thunder in the distant land Harry playing in his one man band but today's the day I'm gonna tell 'em all what it was like before the fall you must've been talking to someone last time I called becuase you just snorted and chuckled I was wondering where the people I lost could be been looking for them at the bottom of the sea I'm all used up I was standing on the kerb breathing steam watching rain clouds living your dream with milk floats and spiders webs birds singing to people still in their beds with their life and fruit that is rotten waking in their cells all lost and forgotten with two bit radio flat screen tv looking for a reason to believe but someone's got it in for them even before they can say amen I'm all used up
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Texasgreg on 16-04-2012
Im all used up
May seem strange to hear this about your piece, but it meant a lot to me...for reasons I cannot possibly convey to an entity less than an angel. Don't attempt to understand. I say thank-you.

TexasGreg

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ChairmanWow on 19-04-2012
Im all used up
These lyrics have a lot to chew on.

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Love who kissed the sea (posted on: 16-04-12)
Love who kissed the sea

I don't need to be forgiven by you I don't need your excuse for feeling blue I need forgiven by me and all it's extacy I'll tip my hat to me it's my destiny to live the golden rule and be nobodies fool I'll put out the fire with my burning desire look you straight in the face without any disgrace I'm the answer to your fears God's been waiting all these years let's get it on and sit you on your throne Love who kissed the sea love from you and me love from when we weep love that we can't keep I'll give you the best I ever had eat up your discomfort with the bad take your hates and fears and all the lost years I am conscience driven just like your black bloated raven with all its fear and hunger without the hate and anger So cry yourself to sleep just like God you're in at the deep your dreams are just like his sealed in pain with a loving kiss Love who kissed the sea love from you and me love from when we weep love that we can't keep
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I boarded the slow train (posted on: 09-04-12)
I boarded the slow train

Checking the spelling, checking the time groundhog day all done in mime I didn't see the visions of, your next crime It had fever full of lies I was just following your cries I was playing chess with the great minds no one else just all alone just sitting with the sound of the snarls and spitting Dogs are fed, there's children in pain I search my head,I'm going insane I used to be like you but I boarded the slow train Seen a face from my long gone past a time when I was beaten and lashed just for a second there I, forgot what I'd asked have to reap what I sow if I don't know then no one knows you tell me how to dress up fine but even the angels know, that's not how it goes a lot of failure dragging us down you just stay as you are with your hellish kind Dogs are fed, there's children in pain I search my head,I'm going insane I used to be like you but I boarded the slow train I've spoke to the murderer after doing his time he couldn't believe the church had been turned to slime he thought that he'd been in hell the grace of God was all we had but what seperates the good from the bad you and only you are the one man band thought I should be a sailor of the sea let it map out my future and my destiny Dogs are fed, there's children in pain I search my head,I'm going insane I used to be like you but I boarded the slow train I cry at night, when I'm alone you can put on a face carved in stone be hailed and worshiped on your throne ask your God for your desires but his truth doesn't satisfy I'm in love with a world don't even know it's name Jimmy and Eck they both sacrificed I'm left bewildered with all their pain Dogs are fed, there's children in pain I search my head,I'm going insane I used to be like you but I boarded the slow train
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making sense of all the lying (posted on: 02-04-12)
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Sitting in your armchair exhausting your reason as the all knowing mind offers no vision, of hope Up close and personal with the antichrist you're called communist capatalist teller of every horoscope Bondage's, been the path for you, it's the law of the land something you always knew You're the friend of the dead and dying fighting lies, to stop the crying making sense of all the lying The birds are roosting to the call of the night you can't take the hint being at one, and all knowing Brothers and adopted sisters call out for attention in their land of no hope looking for that common, denominator As you, recieve a higher truth you're on your knees looking for freedom and no one to say please You're the friend of the dead and dying fighting lies, to stop the crying making sense of all the lying You're a shotgun preacher you can sail the seas talk to the murderer with ease you're the unknown burier You live in the belly of hell amongst the smell seeing all the kiss and tell but you wont toll the bell You see good in the unwanted good in the untamed you step back and ask why they don't feel any shame You're the friend of the dead and dying fighting lies, to stop the crying making sense of all the lying Well the noise from the radio and cries in the night the reasons to believe in tomorrow give you second sight into all the sorrow In the the hope of fortune and fame from the saturday TV they can forget their pain and the reality, of shame Running with the wind close to the burning desire breaking souls out of bondage as they stare at your mind You're the friend of the dead and dying fighting lies, to stop the crying making sense of all the lying Well governments have failed everyone that was hailed in glory criminals and judges both bailed in the never ending story Taxis and policemen cheap drugs , pain broken down angels and small men looking for glory All the broken promises coming back to fool you again only a matter of time 'till you bow down again You're the friend of the dead and dying fighting lies, to stop the crying making sense of all the lying
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stormwolf on 04-04-2012
making sense of all the lying
I enjoyed this Rodel. You keep singing your song!
Alison x

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Friend (posted on: 05-03-12)
Friend

Friend they're gonna take you away into a world full of their hurt and dismay tell you you're wrong and teach you how to pray to be just another name in their dossier We'll live by our paradigm we'll walk the line dance in the moonshine of our ancient bloodline You're gonna turn their heads raise the minds of their dead teach the principled and well-read that they're fools believing what was said Their eyes will be bagged and black from the dreams that they lack because their nightmares make them crack into a demented mumbling wrecks They'll teach you their 'isms to wear silk instead of denim to walk the talk without any rhythm give you reasons for their latest symptom I'll call you queen of queens just as it becomes too obscene we'll remember who we've been and throw a sandal in their machine We own the dark of night they beg for our light so they can re-write all their hate and spite We'll live by our paradigm we'll walk the line dance in the moonshine of our ancient bloodline
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Andrea on 05-03-2012
Friend
Always difficult to comment on song lyrics, as the music is so important to the whole - hope you're going to do an audio!

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orangedream on 21-03-2012
Friend
Hi there, Roy. Just picked up on this. The audio is amazing. I really enjoyed it...you, top-notch on vocals, of course, and the harmonica and piano, just awesome. The whole thing very Bob Dylanish;-)

I shall look forward to more, perhaps.

All best wishes,
Tina

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With our hearts bleeding (posted on: 12-12-11)
with tanx to rhymer

Seen a child crying over a big toy, by the checkout in a supermarket he was all oblivious, as he punched and he kicked his daddy wasn't embarrased, this is how things were done it's like if you have the money, then you can have some fun with our hearts bleeding, just give them what they need just forget about the hungry, and satisfy our greed Now Davey fought for his country, with a sense of pride came home all bruised and battered, with no place to hide he looked for absolution, for the killing that he'd done he walks the lonely road, looking for the forgiving sun with our hearts bleeding, just give them what they need as we forget about the hungry, and satisfy our greed Someone found another orphan, called themselves a social worker cleaned up the orphan, for sale to the highest bidder her father was nameless, her mother a fashion junkie an orphan from your street, given no reason to believe with our hearts bleeding, just give them what they need just forget about the hungry, and satisfy our greed Strikers protested, protested in every town wanting more money, that was promised by the crown strikers all yawning, falling asleep they just nod and take it, follow their leader like sheep with our hearts bleeding, just give them what they need just forget about the hungry, and satisfy our greed
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the reason why (posted on: 05-12-11)
the reason why

Seen the litter on the hillside dropped by fathers and grandfathers there was yesterdays news, and broken wheelchairs I walked the same streets, listening to their cries and no one ever tried to understand never asked the reason why Well I seen the fishes dying as they hoovered the sea bed no future for their children because everything had been bled their lonley painted children who were looking for their high never asked the reason why Hear the factories roaring see the fire rise and fall taste the meat that's stinking made with hooves and offal I know they've gave up thinking as they cook to survive never asking the reason why There's a boy not thinking of his hunger yearning for his first love he's his own martyr as he counts the stars above there's a nation that's fed hating one that's forgot how to cry never asking the reason why Well our love is all confused and we keep chasing dreams but we're going nowhere like it's always been I'm standing in the line all bruised and black eyed never asking the reason why
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stormwolf on 06-12-2011
the reason why
Very good Rodel. One of your best!
Alison x

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falling from the sky (posted on: 21-11-11)
falling from the sky

It was 2am new years day I was celebrating couldn't believe what I was hearing asked him to repeat what he'd said his brothers they said that's enough to drink no more whiskey sours they always had to get one up as they'd sold me what to think then I was running from this truth tears blinding my blue eyes with all my kin waiting for me It had to be goodbye,couldn't tell a lie falling from the sky Stranger asked me for direction on that new years day said he was of Wallis told him I'd been dealt the ace he asked me directions wanted me to show him the place never thought I'd meet the teacher with billions in the human race he shook my soul like a preacher he looked me up and down as we set off on our journey heading out of town talking about ravens and magpies falling from the sky I never needed any of the brothers again they went on their merry way I only wished them well thanked them twice for their bargain so I followed Wallis and all he knew he left me in paradise asked me to listen then said it's up to you met people still on the run some who looked just like you some who never asked why so many inhibitions afraid to cry falling from the sky He told me to stand in line with my old typewriter asked if I'd like to dine offered me toast and caviar I just went along for the ride fighting off who I'd been forgetting Louis Armstrong and every thing I'd seen I started to judge the whole human race felt all alone like I was out off place smiled at fools,took on the chin never let out a sigh falling from the sky I went southward bound looking for charity feeling every movement,hearing with clarity I met an all American boy who told me I was arrogant so I sang a Dylan song let out my rant and everyone stood in the same place as me they were looking for a reason they were looking to make history like they needed to prove the lie that got them bye falling from the sky I woke up on the M1 German lady said what do you do for fun so I fell asleep in her volkswagen woke in desperation in Edinburgh town I called my critics told me I was wrong I was to tired to argue,so I gave them a Choen song woke with a yawn every thing was clear now I knew why uncle Archie drank his beer and what made auntie Lizzie cry they didn't want to know why falling from the sky
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it's something I never thought I'd concieve (posted on: 14-11-11)
it's something I never thought I'd concieve

Lost in space,lost in time played double bass as I sanctioned every crime I was south Moscow street bound when, all the kings men fell down took a leaf out of the picture book bought more time and the latest look I'm homeward bound,without a map picked the loaded the dice from my bag of tricks on the road to the land of the ancient mystics Crowds are mourning, no reason to believe nothing left to prove nothing left to achieve it's something I never thought I'd concieve Games I won with good loving lost keep dreaming about all my ghosts I look in the mirror and raise a toast I'll sing with the shackled one fine day take a little more time arranging bouquets don't listen to fools two faces are always better than one look at the time brothers,here's the fuel to put out the sun gotta fight fire with fire, if you'd pardon the pun Crowds are mourning, no reason to believe nothing left to prove nothing left to achieve it's something I never thought I'd concieve I've seen the hope shinning from the light house hopped and skipped on the tight rope coast to coast reached the top had to stop I'm fishing in deep waters now there's a lot I don't understand sometimes I can't rely on my magic wand don't wanna take a second chance I've always been hopeless at romance I'm all talk I can't even dance
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something to hawk (posted on: 11-11-11)
something to hawk

They're calling out the names of the village idiots children to come and watch breakfast telly until half past eleven the shopping channel is blocked with the lonely and the lost who are looking for bargains in love from the celebrity host the fog horn blows in a distant town the teddy boys mother irons her evening gown but her quest is fruitless as the fuse has blown and the brothers of passion are talking talk when will they learn to get of their knees and walk as I look for inspiration and something to hawk Iron man is waiting in the silversmiths embassy waiting for the goldsmith to claim to claim his territory he's holding in his glove an ancient manuscript that he stole from the shepard boys unmarked crypt the newsman just announced there's an ancient scroll that is priceless and holy that someone just stole the only thing Iron my got was a noose round his neck as I look for inspiration and something to hawk The lightening lights up the sky all the people went out west even king Kong stopped beating his chest but the knights of Malta stayed,guarding history like it was something precious that belonged to you and me and the cripple with an inquisitive mind who'd heard all the stories like 'the blind leading the blind' wasn't the centre of attention as he picked the combination lock as I look for inspiration and something to hawk Now the fatman was in the swimming pool wearing sun glasses just feeling cool I couldn't help but wonder what made him this way as the hotel rooms were empty,they'd all ran away but to him it didn't matter,he'd already picked his grave shopping only for bargains and every penny he could save he read stories about pirates and ship wrecks as I look for inspiration and something to hawk The bus station is full of luggage that couldn't fit on the inspectors page so it was left by the fleeing to make room on the stage they huddled together the old and the young just like their forefathers did a nation on the run they don't know where they're going stay out of their way,you they'll just mock as I look for inspiration and something to hawk Now the lightening stuck gave out a bellowing roar it frightened the prince of darkness to the core so he packed his bag,ordered a taxi but no taxi came to take him to his destiny so he wrote his last will and testemant as his hands were sweaty he began to pant counting the seconds on his swiss clock as I look for inspiration and something to hawk Met the bald man who didn't have a license for his wig he told me he was the grave digger with none left to dig we met at the harbour that was full of boats and rafts asked me if I wanted to be one of his sea fairing pirates so i offered him rabbit stew with onion as I pondered over his dreams and vision wondering if he'd considered the whales and the rocks as I look for inspiration and something to hawk
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born to die (posted on: 07-11-11)
born to die

Looked down at the street without to much force the bare back riders were sounding hoarse instead of speaking they signed in morse to the uncles of sister Mary's children Joe the chess champions manager was on the take he wanted the fame and fortune of a man called Charlie Drake ever since he'd tasted cavior at John Browns wake just to buy better swill for his pig pen The fires of Grangemouth light up the sky merchants selling spoils that'll get you high in the land where you're born to die Doctor Martin with his two degrees moaned about the weather and his unpaid lease prayed to his God without saying please for fifties in scores of ten Well the politician fixed his tie as he changed his mind collected milk bottle tops to help the blind giving out the names of mountains to climb in the land of the lost and forgotten The fires of Grangemouth light up the sky merchants selling spoils that'll get you high in the land where you're born to die Lennon,Bolan, John the Baptist to were honoury members of the Motley crew who wrote recipes for cakes and pigeon stew that tasted good with nettles and fern I wish I could scream at Saturday night telivision be all tied up in my inhibition applaud the winner,feel the losers pain it's eleven elevrn of that I'm certain The fires of Grangemouth light up the sky merchants selling spoils that'll get you high in the land where you're born to die
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stormwolf on 07-11-2011
born to die
I always get the gist of what you are saying Rodel. Nit picking would be to pay attention to 'to' and too' and some spelling but you are more interested in what you are saying than being pedantic. I could see in my mind's eye Grangemouth in flames and the chorus is horribly but truthfully depressing

Alison x

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who'll give a damn (posted on: 28-10-11)
who'll give a damn

Stood in the dark waiting for rain waiting for the train,and all the pain of an unknown stranger expelled from the village school fooled by fools and all their rules because you wanted, something deeper it wasn't, anyone's fault you were just born to revolt against the teacher against the preacher who spread their poison, on your street So who will retreat? who will retreat? who'll build the bomb? be heir to the throne? who'll give a damn? So you were dealt the ace broke hearts without a trace lived outta leather suitcase just so you wouldn't fulfill a promise and settle down somewhere in ,the wilderness you shake your head at their demise disgusted, because they're not so wise as they mumble their alibis it's everything you despise all the lies and conceit So who will retreat? who will retreat? who'll build the bomb? be heir to the throne? who'll give a damn? Every where you look there's conmen and crooks double dealing and dirty looks,just staring at you with all the envy wishing they could be, just like you you were born on the river at the end of the night given the middle name of someone called Wright who stole from the poor just to do what was right didn't matter if you were black or white he filled his belly with rum and meat So who will retreat? who will retreat? who'll build the bomb? be heir to the throne? who'll give a damn? Champagne Christine and the TV queens they're selling fortune and bits of the moon if you can answer their next question but you better take time before you ring if you want to be a tycoon you've read the Bible and Marx shouted ot slogans against Lenin and monarchs took it in your stride like a walk in the park but if what you've got adds up to nothing in the dark who'll spread the poison, on your street So who will retreat? who will retreat? who'll build the bomb? be heir to the throne? who'll give a damn?
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Andrea on 28-10-2011
wholl give a damn
Crikey, stirring stuff! Wish I could hear it to music. Rather Dylan/Lennon-esque I thought.

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Kat on 31-10-2011
wholl give a damn
Agree with Andrea's comment. Good stuff. Do you write music too?

Kat

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stormwolf on 31-10-2011
wholl give a damn
I hear you Rodell, loud and clear! ;-)))
well done
Alison x

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we raise our glasses (posted on: 10-10-11)
we raise our glasses

Time passes we raise our glasses clap our hands to lifes demands dream about sleep so we won't weep about the fear that we hear we long for the same play the cryin' game touch everyone we see as everyone touches you and me just for a short while down the next mile peace wthin no more sorrow or sin Love to do the things you do if only we knew we'd get high when we cried about starvation in another nation tying the noose getting our fair share of abuse Tasting bad taste creating greed and waste killing children as we live in heaven as Gods and creators of life and slave traders just like our mothers done when our daddies were having fun Don't you change or rearrange it's your dreams for sale welcome to hell where you've been before come on in,close the door peace wont come what's done is done
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outcast man (posted on: 03-10-11)
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I'm trying, to forget it anyway I can I'm just, an outcast man there's music with different beats making me shuffle my feet and the rain is falling Do I, want to see that man in the mirror do I, want to hear all his sorrows I spoke with a hero who had nothing left to follow as she was praying Past thoughts and deeds are done past thoughts that have lost there passion I lifted her veil looking for someone to hail as I was screaming Everyone,I know has died a thousand everyone, following the next sound something nasty and cheap that'll make us want and weep as we wait for tomorrow I'm waiting,for the next lie I'm waiting,for the day I die it's been a while since I've seen a smile and my bodies aching There's a child, somewhere inside of me there's a child, who will not let it be that wants to be with you in everything you do as I fix the fencing Sometimes, I'm full of the spirit sometimes, it's my big secret like I'm the only lover only thinking about my sisters brother and the birds are singing
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somewhere in your mind (posted on: 26-09-11)
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Listen to what your heart says as the pendulum rocks and sways somewhere in your mind free yourself from the battle cries free yourself from all the lies somewhere in your mind How long will it be until we're truly free We all want what is good to live in the innocence of childhood proteced by those, who gave us life we all love, we all give we all have paid the price when will we start to really live Look at your reflection in the rain yesterdays sorrows with all its pain somewhere in your mind look at all the lost years wrapped up in pain and fear somewhere in your mind why don't you know you lighten up our lives when your love flows We all want what is good to live in the innocence of childhood proteced by those, who gave us life we all love, we all give we all have paid the price when will we start to really live So what of tomorrow, what of today will our love spill out to someone far away we beg for acceptance from someone who understands beg for forgiveness look for answers written on the wall we follow money,follow greed harvest hatred to those in need beg for forgiveness We all want what is good to live in the innocence of childhood proteced by those, who gave us life we all love, we all give we all have paid the price when will we start to really live I just hope and pray peace will come one day
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Mine eyes have seen the glory (posted on: 19-09-11)
for those of you who want a world of peace The time is coming when you will long to see one of the days of the Son of Man, but you will not see it. People will tell you, 'There he is!’ or 'Here he is!’ Do not go running off after them. For the Son of Man in his day] will be like the lightning, which flashes and lights up the sky from one end to the other. But first he must suffer many things and be rejected by this generation.

Heavenly father,thankyou for sending your son with your vision, that'll unite us into one one brotherhood of man,one love all the same one reason to believe,something we can all proclaim Now satans still out there, doing what he's always done spreading lies and hate,turning the world upside down not wanting heaven, or us to believe he just preaches hate, lies and deciet Mine eyes have seen the glory mine eyes have seen the glory of God mine eyes have seen the glory mine eyes have seen the glory of God mine eyes have seen the glory mine eyes have seen the glory of God and the coming of the Lord The lightening flashed,from east to west freeing the hearts of the lonley and oppressed from the terror of bondage and the tears that were cried bringing love and peace in a world full of lies Now they talk of retribution, talk of your judgement day now that he's here, what you gonna say? you gonna tell him about Bhudda? you gonna tell him it's not your mess? you gonna tell him Rodel didn't tell you? what you gonna confess? Mine eyes have seen the glory mine eyes have seen the glory of God mine eyes have seen the glory mine eyes have seen the glory of God mine eyes have seen the glory mine eyes have seen the glory of God and the coming of the Lord Heavenly father, forgive us for mending our conscience for putting our faith, in religion and science that made us non believers,selfish double dealers twisted individuals, that gave money to the war mongers The marraige of the lamb has passed,they shine your light a lamp in the darkness,a torch in the dark of night a truth so simple,staring us in the face we've just got to change the rhythm, got to change the pace Mine eyes have seen the glory mine eyes have seen the glory of God mine eyes have seen the glory mine eyes have seen the glory of God mine eyes have seen the glory mine eyes have seen the glory of God and the coming of the Lord
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stormwolf on 22-09-2011
Mine eyes have seen the glory
Good on ya Rodel.

Simple faith is all that is required and that does not need any outside interference

Alison x

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Now that he's returned (posted on: 12-09-11)
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The custody of hell,it couldn't put him down, or block his way the powerful minds,stood in time, to what he had to say for all you that have, and all you that have not it is he, I've been looking for, the one that has been sought don't you fear, or shed a tear, this is what you yearned the thief in the night, has replaced wrong with right now that he's returned He's sown the seeds, with his deeds, of his revolution with heavens solution they killed him and he loved them with a love from above, the worldly patron he came and went right in front of me as he preached what my heart could already see can I follow his path,now I know the truth at last will I ever change, into a Godly son,can I follow him now that he's returned Take off your crown as you walk on this blood stained ground don't laugh at love laugh at me and my dying children, who are crying in heaven above when will you stop denying what is real? how long can you hate yourself for the weakness you conceal? of all the plans planned in the darkness that be known to man, he's unconcerned he's got plans of his own to bring kingdom come now that he's returned
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monkeyman (posted on: 12-09-11)
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I had to go see old Bruce with his fistful of rings gold toothed fat cats who could communicate without saying anything he held the purse strings and his breath it wasn't the first time that he'd cheated death He was the son of a bent cop his daughters asked me'where have all the good men gone' as they bitched at each other to get to the top as I walked through the gauntlet of queens with no pawns passed the empty rooms, joined the queue stood behind indebted men some with over ten years still to do Put my hands into my faded purse as I approached his trusted dame she slavered like an over fed walrus as the phone rang she snorted out my name wiping her mouth with her gloved hand setting up dodgey deals collecting more souls to burn in their hell waving her magic wand She could smell the two grand as she played with the pack of her filter tips she broke a smile as she held out her hand said'don't give me no lip, just give me all your money and you can have your monkey, no frills attatched you can have your monkey' I clenched my fists'said 'show me his face', she wiped her nose, shouted out 'make sure there's no trace' out came monkeyman, my eyes welled up so I handed over the two grand then and only then did they let monkey stand they let him depart from their shackles as he hugged me he didn't grumble Bruces daughters laughed and croaked still looking to even the score one of them started to choke as monkey emptied his drawer putting us down calling us many other last names they were just victims of his mind games looking for love and someone to blame Monkeyman cried 'why do you care for me'? I just took his hand and opened the door of my Hyundi he said 'how can you forgive someone like me, when all I bring you is heartache and misery?' I said'I got all your comics and prayed for the children, paid the rentman,played your Chohen songs at eleven eleven so don't you tell me,you don't preach me your vision' So I shed tears for your bondage just like Moses long gone because I missed you and your heritage guess you needed some time on your own but your my monkeyman brother you just sit on my throne I'll catch you fishes from the shore
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why did you call on me? (posted on: 02-09-11)
why did you call on me?

Pushed about she was born to be my dawn wrote about her sang her song gave her my soul she turned it into one when we were betrothed she didn't know my name but she'd heard his word in this crying game she loved Elvis and Jesus's tune we shared the same sun and moon midnight and noon I remember She stood as a beacon, when her daddy died looked me in the eye,said 'don't you do what my daddy done, it's you 'n me boy, you just sit there and cry, your path to heaven aint gonna be no fun' So I followed the railroad tracks jumped on the road to hell there was no going back from all this kiss and tell never thought about ten years down the line just prayed to Bhudda, she'd still be mine The world just exploded with all its cares she put down in writing all of its demands every nerve in my body went into my prayer as I stood as the lonely man from every land standing in front of the world,waiting for her next clue that'd inspire Bhudda ,me and you She said 'you're not so old, that you can't love, you can give a little bit and love me more', so I read Bibles of truth and lies listened to John Lennon 'till I was hypnotised hated Lennon but her I could not despise She woke me up this morning she said 'do you love me? 'cause I love you' made me toast and coffee, sat silently twisting her betrothed ring I said ' I got tears in my eyes for you, just tell me what song to sing' Letters from the damned keep on coming she just cries at the sea shore gives them all a reason for believing forgives them a million times and a little bit more I just always knew about her cause because I see all the people clutching at straws I heard her trembling heart protecting the truth as she looked across the fields giving wisdom to our youth it took seven brothers and a thousand mourning mothers to live her nightmare as they asked ' who is she, that she can live for others They asked me how to kill her I said ' who are you that I should have to lie' they offered me their children and all their living hell I said 'I never asked for anything you couldn't give, never asked for anything you didn't rebel now I'm just a disciple like you so go back to living like the islamic jew So I send your enemies back from whenst they came did I dissapoint you as I call your name all I know is what I see so why, tell me why? why did you call on me?
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days (posted on: 02-09-11)
seven days

Seven days came and went rainman clicked his heels wiith a longing to repent looked me up in the phone book to sell me his deals to break the seals of now he feels wanted to talk to his forefathers grieve for his long lost brothers asked why we hadn't done this before The ashtrays were full so everyone started to stop smoking children brainwashed into disgracing by people who were facing another seven days of justifying why they didn't bother to save to pay someone to tend their grave and why they gave spare change to charity for what it meant in it's vulgarity The queen's son was to marry a celebrity who was a bonny,bonny lassie who'd been raised on pomp and bourgeoisie someone who spoke all about jealousy amongst her sisters and peers as she kept the league of nations in fear she'd invite Jesus Christ if he'd shave his beard gave him seven days for the recorded reply if he wanted to meet her in clouds in the sky The doorman was all beat after making a score with his sense of humanity up for sale he told me how his gran had went of the rails they'd locked her up in the old folks jail and how he'd put her house up for sale to pay for her to live in their hell after seven days she couldn't stand the smell all of a sudden he wasn't suprised as he assured me his broken God hadn't lied I asked rainman where he'd been if he was okay and who he'd seen and the people who disgraced their children I couldn't stand to look at them I had no queen or bourgeoisie lassie I wasn't even proper or someone you call classy I'd forgoten the doorman after seven days as he bowed to his broken God and prayed after seven,after seven,after seven,after seven days
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franciman on 02-09-2011
days
Roy, I don't normally comment on songs, as the lack of music makes it difficult for me to fix the lyrics in my brain!

This one though spoke to me of Bob Dylan, sort of his voice but with Don Maclean's lyrics. (American Pie with a shift in time and culture)

I had to comment as I liked this one so much.

Cheers,
Jim

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what good am I (posted on: 18-07-11)
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Woke to another day of death and sorrow madmen rambling 'bout power and greed just like yesterday,just like tomorrow touching my mind,sowing the seed telling me ' hate your neighbour,let him die' I close my eyes as they talk to me ask myself 'what good am I' when Luther King could not let it be Now wisemen come and go die for their cause take lip from no one don't even want applause live for me and you so what we gonna do Now something grabbed me a long time ago it kicked my soul in, punched me in the face it said 'the trains coming 'round slow' left it's trail without any trace four seasons gone as I hear the cry bow to the madmen as love dies a million deaths ask myself 'what good am I' with every second,third, fourth breath The freaks rule as they break the rules stuck inside a day dream , not coming out keep teaching the kids to follow fools and not to question what's it all about don't let them call you crazy, don't you catch their eye keep in with the madmen,that's all you gotta do even as you ask yourself 'what good am I' another child dies, she wasn't worth as much as you Now I heard, it was to be, how it's always been but I can't be like all the rest, another no good follower damn you madmen and damn me to as I stand in my skin you've had all the time but still no answer nature flows in harmony, you preach confusion won't stay down no more what good am I in your destruction just looking for a Mohammed Jesus saviour Saw the living things looked to the sky a strange man not of this time red tops and neon lights that advertise a voice for freedom written in mime look at the children hear them sigh will you sell them for a price ask yourself what good am I what's your goal,what's your vice? A man came along to show us the way they put him out,put him down called him false,to risque told him to go to the next town the chariot came down from on high but the rider loved herself said 'what good am I' I just take bribes in this living hell As the euro,dollar and pound steal my faith and turn away as they fall down,crash to the ground because I turned a deaf ear to my brothers cry but I was dancing to your tune danced, but what good am I danced when it was wrong is it wrong to understand the poets song tell me where do we go from here will I wake in a world of fear?
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(posted on: 18-07-11)


Woke to another day of death and sorrow madmen rambling 'bout power and greed just like yesterday,just like tomorrow touching my mind,sowing the seed telling me ' hate your neighbour,let him die' I close my eyes as they talk to me ask myself 'what good am I' when Luther King could not let it be Now wisemen come and go die for their cause take lip from no one don't even want applause live for me and you so what we gonna do Now something grabbed me a long time ago it kicked my soul in, punched me in the face it said 'the trains coming 'round slow' left it's trail without any trace four seasons gone as I hear the cry bow to the madmen as love dies a million deaths ask myself 'what good am I' with every second,third, fourth breath The freaks rule as they break the rules stuck inside a day dream , not coming out keep teaching the kids to follow fools and not to question what's it all about don't let them call you crazy, don't you catch their eye keep in with the madmen,that's all you gotta do even as you ask yourself 'what good am I' another child dies, she wasn't worth as much as you Now I heard, it was to be, how it's always been but I can't be like all the rest, another no good follower damn you madmen and damn me to as I stand in my skin you've had all the time but still no answer nature flows in harmony, you preach confusion won't stay down no more what good am I in your destruction just looking for a Mohammed Jesus saviour Saw the living things looked to the sky a strange man not of this time red tops and neon lights that advertise a voice for freedom written in mime look at the children hear them sigh will you sell them for a price ask yourself what good am I what's your goal,what's your vice? A man came along to show us the way they put him out,put him down called him false,to risque told him to go to the next town the chariot came down from on high but the rider loved herself said 'what good am I' I just take bribes in this living hell As the euro,dollar and pound steal my faith and turn away as they fall down,crash to the ground because I turned a deaf ear to my brothers cry but I was dancing to your tune danced, but what good am I danced when it was wrong is it wrong to understand the poets song tell me where do we go from here will I wake in a world of fear?
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Her (posted on: 18-07-11)
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I heard there was, a woman that gave love prayed to God above but you didn't tell me 'bout her, did ya she talks sense fills in the blanks that you missed about the fall and how to rise above the world in disguise Your brother died you watched as she brought him back to life her soul her faith in the human race brought you to your knees in disgrace as she sang 'bout all the love like it was coming from above Now maybe the churchman got it right maybe politicians hold the light but she performed miricales beneath the rain and the hail never mentioned God or Allah raised him up hallelujah It's like she's been here before just a woman with all her chores she just loves me and you doesn't see what we do her victory is in her heart onward she practices the black art
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Messiah (posted on: 20-06-11)
Messiah

Down in the east them imperialists made him their protectorate deciding his future sealing his fate Working on the farm a child full of awe helping mother and father doing what they done dishing out the straw One day he had a vision that the world will soon be one family he just had to forgive them and love his enemy as he cried out 'why did you pick me' So he went to the buddhist,christian and jew agnostic and atheist told them what he knew in a world full of tragedy standing in their pews Some of them liked him some of them wanted him dead as they counted their possesions they'd come to realize his vision was now widespread So the imperialists covered his eyes beat him about the head begged him to denounce made him vomit blood left him for dead So to build a family he took the slow train north bound talking to communists about love and revolution opening hearts in every military town So the communists sent him to hell a place where everyone died he just took it on the chin and forgave them as he opened up their eyes He was forced back home along with his dignity he fell to his knees after shedding all his tears and prayed why me So he wrote down the truth in the land of the free started to build the one world family shook up the world walked the path of controversy Now presidents and prime ministers follow his light a glimpse of hope in this living hell as he passes through this time as a thief in the night
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singing their song (posted on: 20-05-11)
singing their song

Seen a man alone with God praying for someone else trying to warn his neighbour about his heaven and his hell the taxi driver spoke of a loving family in a world where right was wrong preaching what his fathers had preached living their life,singing their song Well I saw a child play the blues like she was ninety years old like she'd lived through Deuteronomy just doing what she was told that brown eyed prophetiser just wanted to play all day long preaching what her fathers had preached living their life,singing their song The union horn blasted the factory fire lit up the sky the smell of iron smoulting people living to die I read all their rantings but couldn't go along preaching what my fathers had preached living their life,singing their song There's a disco queen dancing all made up for her man all her money spent on fashion in debt for her spray tan the policeman's on overtime feeling like he doesn't belong preaching what his fathers had preached living their life,singing their song Well time is taking its toll as we hear of another funeral another soon to be forgotten one who was proud and loyal amazing grace the only words to a man who was headstrong preaching what his fathers had preached living their life,singing their song
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sirat on 20-05-2011
singing their song
Not sure I understand the meaning of this one but I can easily imagine it set to music. It's very atmospheric and the repeated two lines at the end of each verse work well.

Small note: I think the term is iron smelting, not 'smoulting'.

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Romany on 22-05-2011
singing their song
I think this is one of your strongest pieces to date. For me it meant younger generations living up to the beliefs, hopes and expectations of older generations, in the case of the little blues playing girl, it has a religious bent, rather than finding out for themselves who they are and what they believe/want/desire.

Congratulations - as I said, for me this is your strongest, tightest write yet.

Romany.

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Me, Liz and Roy Orbison (posted on: 06-05-11)
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Now school time was a drag teacher fed us abc painted out our future as she lit up another fag singing how many roads lord help me please I wanted to be Louis Armstrong singing hello Dolly wanting to belong like my cross eyed cat there's something wrong Well I went by Lizzies house she said hello child hello child they tell me you went wild wild.wild,wild Now she sang you dont wanna be like that boy you just throw your books on my fire I'll fill you with someone called Roy he'll tell you about your desires I reckoned I got nothing to win preacher tells me I'm full of sin so,so,so full of sin so I entered heaven and hell with the lights dimmed low a blank page waiting to rebel she played Roy again and again treated me like a king didn't know he'd drive me insane saw my sweet lord understood all his pain Now Lizzies house down in ole Langlees played the sweetest songs you've ever seen been a long time now Liz has gone but Roy's sweet hymn lives on His silent song oh.oh.oh that silent song taught me to see right from wrong So many years so many tears now I'm just trying
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paid the ferryman all that he's due (posted on: 29-04-11)
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There's a mist rising from the sea shadows are hard to find the fear from the scarecrow has turned into pity poor harvest on the vine well the clocks are ticking I remember the good old days in a time long gone my candle is flickering slowly everything changes with the coming of the dawn All their money came and went and they're not all paid I hope you received the letters I sent it's because of you that I said what I said Well I sleep with one eye open I live at night always on my guard dream about climbing the highest mountain tend to my vineyard Read my letters if you'd be so kind don't listen to all the fools I've seen them off with my mind paid the ferryman all that he's due Well I'm on the slow train eating dirt with my foes as their church choir tease and curse me I tell them they're no heroes and they'll never be like me I'm reading ancient manuscript keep looking to the skies gotta fight for the scalded and whipped 'cause I've seen through their eyes Now I know you think I'm crazy I can't change who I am I don't do it for glory guess I'll always be a lonely pilgrim Another law breaks in the dead of night another pawn in the game I can't leave the fight can't let them believe it's them to blame Read my letters if you'd be so kind don't listen to all the fools I've seen them off with my mind paid the ferryman all that he's due Well they broke my bones and the agreement I wont fall to my knees I'll send back all their court warrants take their handouts give them my disease I know the weekend is when they get their release small minds ready to explode in a world of turmoil and greed thinking about gold,mortgages and oil Now they tell you to be like them take the babies candy that they wont condemn just be cool and dandy I listened to your story long ago ever since I've followed your light walked with my head held high in your shadow lived the life my face gleaming with delight Read my letters if you'd be so kind don't listen to all the fools I've seen them off with my mind paid the ferryman all that he's due Well I've smashed all their visions the mirror reflects someone that you know in the Spring I'll be forgiven I'm the biggest fan of your one man show From east to west I'll break their chains they're just one mistake away I'll forget my aches and pains celebrate their doomsday Now I've lost something I never had I'll leave you where I found you I'm paying off someone who thinks I'm going mad just because I know enough not to argue I've got a reason to live and a reason to die I never lose because I've never win playing with loaded die knocking myself out fighting the man within Read my letters if you'd be so kind don't listen to all the fools I've seen them off with my mind paid the ferryman all that he's due
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take me out of this hellhole (posted on: 15-04-11)
I murder hate by flood or field, Tho' glory's name may screen us; In wars at home I'll spend my blood- Life-giving wars of Venus. The deities that I adore Are social Peace and Plenty; I'm better pleas'd to make one more, Than be the death of twenty. I would not die like Socrates, For all the fuss of Plato; Nor would I with Leonidas, Nor yet would I with Cato: The zealots of the Church and State Shall ne'er my mortal foes be; But let me have bold Zimri's fate, Within the arms of Cozbi! now I don't know if this makes Burns a revolutionary but it's stronger than anything from Woody Guthrie to Billy Bragg anyways I read up on Zimri and Cozbi and came up with this

I ran to you with my head bowed low after taking bribes from holy men to play you love songs on the banjo in your fathers glen I only wanted a place of refuge after seeing all the pain people hating people because of colour and religion I know your heart is suspicious but if you can't comfort me then my clan is dead and lost I pray to the gods that you see Yes I sold my soul to the highest bidder yes I bowed to to a packet of pay yes I sat at their table talking about your judgement day I ran away from their madness for years they were on my trail with my thoughts for you they knew they had failed I know what they done to your kin it'll never be the same here's my sword kill me if you need someone to blame The highlands are cleared so history will tell Scotsman killed Scotsman in this devils hell From the desert I have come there's no truth outside you everything's falling down they want my head in a noose I know they'll take my life I give you my soul I give you my mind take me out of this hellhole
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Watch out (posted on: 15-04-11)
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Watch out for the rat catcher the bible bearer the high jacker the temperance swearer the dramatic tenor the two timing waster the wooden toothed lawyer The rat catcher was a wealthy man made his fortune from fear wished he'd thought up the Wall steet scam marrying for the third time,he didn't give a damn The bible bearer forgave him,blamed an ugly demon sent him one tenth of his congregation he had to because his bible didn't say he'd paid enough to get to heaven The high jacker worked for the telephone company made the most of the situation tapping lines and his fingers breaking national securiy The temperance swearer drank peppermint tea and bromine swore about Jesus and paradise scolded the bible bearer for drinking blood and communion wine The dramatic tenor sang about them all took pills and potions gargled on bloody Mary cocktails read the writing on the wall The two timing waster complained about the frosty weather reason and time was what he killed he was a disciple of the temperance swearers old father time on the hill The wooden toothed lawyer picked his teeth with ivory pins it was his job to sort them out so he wrote a new law that filled their minds with doubt
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what did I do what did I miss (posted on: 08-04-11)
what did I do what did I miss with tanx to Robert Burns

With a wink they told me to fight for my land pull the trigger is all you need to understand you were born in the land of Pilate just kill their Jesus before it's to late we will wash your tongue give you a memory write down our truth your in history My thoughts,words and deeds are somebodies treason my dreams are given to me without reason who will inspire me now Dylans dying or dead guess I'll turn to Jesus to fill my head ask him about life and play snakes and ladders give him chocolates yellow,pink flowers Taking their drugs living at their beck and call standing with my sword held high,I'll make them fall they wont get to you,I'll lay down my life you're somebodies daughter,this somebodies wife I keep driving through streets that are dead with children playing with thoughts in their head Is it me,did I read the bible right I keep looking to the skies day and night all I see is stars and the clouds moving big black holes, don't think he's coming maybe tomorrow I'll read another lie another reason to believe,another reason to cry The silence is my only refuge when I'm hurting spoken words are silent in the fire burning take me back to when I was a child to a time long before I was on trial well I can't give you what you want you just shout it out growl and chant You don't like what I say but who are you that I should lie after seven disasters with a broken nose and black eye my ship is sinking waiting for the captain to deliver you and me into another realm out of this fever with fresh water pearls gold,frankincense and myrrh a million fish in the land before time and war I just chase my pain and sadness leaving the billions in their darkness for my Scottish pride I've watched them die living for no reason,living the lie they talk about revolution and change scold the prophets watch TV dream of fame Did I walk,talk in this land did I kept looking for truth is it all a big lie I can't die in a world like this what did I do what did I miss I can only wonder about tomorrow in this time that's borrowed
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write the story (posted on: 08-04-11)
write the story

Born to the sweet smell of bleach and iron fillings drunken fathers and the sound of nine shillings cold sores and a life of thought contamination with shadows at night your only consolation you push them away in this God forsaken nation They wash you and clothe you they call it sacrafice they teach you and feed you because they think they're nice they follow their leader their demi God christ who promises a life worth living, every unspoken vice you're the lonely victim to their Gods advice They give you away to the bigger society you never asked for their rules by decree or a fool who tries to tell you what you see their history,their politics or geography to kill the weak in the name of jealousy At thirteen you see all the girls but you're not allowed to get your thrills they offer you army and prescription pills over priced living and a life full of bills pennies for hard labour to learn their skills At twenty one you get the key to the door it's up to you to even their score you can't even remember what it was like before you're left all on your own to fight their war you're just a boy who can't stand it no more Left in your fathers mess, you wipe yor eyes you look for the truth behind their disguise read tabloids and journals that you despise read the prophets words to know your adversaries you run away from yourself come what may Now you write the story,live the lie your son is born under a dark red sky he's got your fears he's got your eyes it's been so long you've forgotten how to cry you count the days as you wait to die
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aint nothing special (posted on: 04-04-11)
aint nothing special with tanx to rhymezone

Reading books,reading fables writing off,writing symbols dirty dogs,dirty scoundrels smoking cigars at the card table a little sun, a little drizzle aint nothing special Walk the plank,walk down the aisle change your name, walk the next mile married couples, all on trial a million judges, on speed dial the chosen few, names double barrelled aint nothing special just another groundhog day could be December,could be May Turn around,turn the handle feed the mind,feed the mongrel two steps back,jump the hurdle smell the rose,smell the thistle stand your ground at the duel aint nothing special Fortune tellers beg ,they kiss and tell preacherman mumbles, about heaven and hell beauty and beast,cast their spell last man standing, tolls the bell friends and neighbours, blow the whistle aint nothing special Tainted love,tainted miracle feeling holy,feeling shameful showing face,showing muscle feeling sick,feeling humble all it takes, is a cuddle aint nothing special Looking peaceful, finding trouble getting kicks,being a rebel blame yourself,just quarrel watery eyes,dilated pupils wipe them dry,just be social aint nothing special just another groundhog day could be December,could be May
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stormwolf on 04-04-2011
aint nothing special
Well done Roy!
Can't say this ain't nothing special! πŸ˜‰
I really got the feeling of jaded cynicism and great imagery
Alison x

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Ionicus on 06-04-2011
aint nothing special
A good, rhythmical song with such a variety of images which, contrary to what the lyrics say, make it really special. Even I, a musical ignoramus, could feel its beat and found myself tapping my feet. Excellent work, thanks for the read.
I haven't tried rhymezone, I shall explore.

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we only come back to weep and grieve (posted on: 28-03-11)
we only come back to weep and grieve

I've got three score and ten a lost soul with my own rules that can be bent, by, pounds and yen I can be influenced by fools if the price is right I'll join your gang be your best man, tomorrow night sitting listening to the, birds sing keep checking if the phone's, gonna ring we're all here through a one night stand we stay because we believe we leave because we're disillusioned we only come back to weep and grieve All their lies they send in letters selling inspiration asking me to make them feel better I'm standing disguised like, all them highlanders gonna support your cause, be multi cultrual change my name, dance at your funeral only take what I'm owed, for my bleeding give it to the starving, so they can go ballrom dancing just to keep them far away, from all the corrupting we're all here through a one night stand we stay because we believe we leave because we're disillusioned we only come back to weep and grieve I've dealt with bankers who weep as they sow born agains trying to make you feel low guardian angels who let you down power and greed that was home grown a mind for the taking doesn't cost that much just the promise of a long lost friend and a crutch let them touch, your thorny crown need to stand at the back, of the queue find someone to, tell me what to do we're all here through a one night stand we stay because we believe we leave because we're disillusioned we only come back to weep and grieve I have a dream, someone said he was black so they shot him dead next month you can see it on the TV it'll be on the news,after the comedy just like your life of fame and dignity I'm writing out my school report dotting i's for the kangaroo court the right and left were on the same side I'm not that easily fooled 'cause I'm paranoid we're all here through a one night stand we stay because we believe we leave because we're disillusioned we only come back to weep and grieve
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Old man,young man (posted on: 25-03-11)
Old man,young man

Standing on the corner, swinging your chain along came the press gang, promising you power and fame seventeen not a boy or a man a bad apple ripe for the picking, a new name a new life, on the seven seas and a mind full of big ideas, body full of disease Old man,young man toss a copper coin don't tell anyone what you find old man,young man Your father breaks stones, into gravel your mother condemned to slave, by the priests gavel your bullied friends who were easily lead, joined the army with a promise of pay, and to kill someone dead you play, with the dream of democracy not knowing if it's true, or a fallacy Old man,young man toss a copper coin don't tell anyone what you find old man,young man You're waiting for the postman, for the dole cheque whilst Japan lies poisoned dying and wrecked you don't care, you just remember how they tortured auld Eck how they his scarred mind,and all his crying land of the kamikaze bomber,land of the rising sun you count your blessings down the barrel of his gun Old man,young man toss a copper coin don't tell anyone what you find old man,young man well,the songs of Abba and ZZ top British cartoons and American cops is what you respect you don't want the spotlight or to dance the hip hop never on the top like the lawyers and architects your father can't feel all your mothers disgrace so you turn to God and wine for their embrace Old man,young man toss a copper coin don't tell anyone what you find old man,young man Well the newsman tells you life is pretty certain to buy your coffin,clear your debts before your sin whiskey and cigarettes they hook you for the tax telling you lies are facts, to believe all their spin you laugh at the criminal as he makes all the rules as he closes down churches,hospitals and schools Old man,young man toss a copper coin don't tell anyone what you find old man,young man It's a mean street, equinox came and went another starving child was born without the rent for his life he'll beg for the milk beg for the executioner knife his sister is already up for sale to be somebodies wife old man,young man you give your dole cheque to charity old man,young man dazed and confused you fall to your knees Old man,young man toss a copper coin don't tell anyone what you find old man,young man
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seven days (posted on: 21-03-11)
seven days

Seven days came and went rainman clicked his heels wiith a longing to repent looked me up in the phone book to sell me his deals to break the seals of now he feels wanted to talk to his forefathers grieve for his long lost brothers asked why we hadn't done this before The ashtrays were full so everyone started to stop smoking children brainwashed into disgracing by people who were facing another seven days of justifying why they didn't bother to save to pay someone to tend their grave and why they gave spare change to charity for what it meant in it's vulgarity The queen's son was to marry a celebrity who was a bonny,bonny lassie who'd been raised on pomp and bourgeoisie someone who spoke all about jealousy amongst her sisters and peers as she kept the league of nations in fear she'd invite Jesus Christ if he'd shave his beard gave him seven days for the recorded reply if he wanted to meet her in clouds in the sky The doorman was all beat after making a score with his sense of humanity up for sale he told me how his gran had went of the rails they'd locked her up in the old folks jail and how he'd put her house up for sale to pay for her to live in their hell after seven days she couldn't stand the smell all of a sudden he wasn't suprised as he assured me his broken God hadn't lied I asked rainman where he'd been if he was okay and who he'd seen and the people who disgraced their children I couldn't stand to look at them I had no queen or bourgeoisie lassie I wasn't even proper or someone you call classy I'd forgoten the doorman after seven days as he bowed to his broken God and prayed after seven,after seven,after seven,after seven days
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TPILB on 21-03-2011
seven days
Without audio I can’t make out if this works, most songs need a chorus (Mainstream), I just don’t know how the lyrics and rhyme work here. i.e. 'who'd been raised on pomp and bourgeoisie' does not gel when I read it. Won’t go into detail as I’m tone deaf without sound!

So, if possible I would appreciate a tune to the piece or the whole shebang, then I can come back and comment in its entirety. Certainly it look interesting...It is a song, right?

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bonjour senoir
without audio?
you can’t make out if this works?
most songs need a chorus ?
I just don’t know how the lyrics and rhyme work ?
drink whiskey
buy a dog that wont do what it's told

It is a song, right?
no it's the news
it's what you want it to be
and here ends the sermon

RODEL

stormwolf on 21-03-2011
seven days
well done Roy You are on a roll!
Alison x

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yo gal
hope your people are well

RODEL

TPILB on 21-03-2011
seven days
Drank whisky, the words were blurred, kicked the dog I bought since he was howling in tune, put on the box , just got something about Libya (The Royals are friendly with Gadaffi right?). Oh well, any other suggestions?

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TPILB on 21-03-2011
seven days
Drank whisky, the words were blurred, kicked the dog I bought since he was howling in tune, put on the box , just got something about Libya (The Royals are friendly with Gadaffi right?). Oh well, any other suggestions?

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TPILB on 21-03-2011
seven days
OK you went audio - so for the effort and having me in stitches, I need to put you in the top 10!

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as we wake to another (posted on: 11-03-11)
as we wake to another

You listen for the key turning,close your eyes 'cause the bankman needs, my sweat and blood another pound is coming to release you from your ties you read the dotted line, but you misunderstood Well,the changes of life just happen as you live a life in balls and chains slavery sold with inhibitions it's no wonder you can't remember my name as we wake to another as we wake to another as we wake to another day of rain I'm the fools fool who knows to much who forgets their destiny and wrong from right I'm just glad you kept in touch I'll work it out five minutes before midnight I saw children drinking in their bitterness fathers betting their hard earned cash lost and groping in the darkness breathing the fumes of the lightening flash as we wake to another as we wake to another as we wake to another day of whip lash Well I bow to you and your every wish but that's not what's driving me insane I gave you my soul, ate from your dish when I could have released them from their pain So I dressed up fine, shaved my face sent you a postcard from another land where life is cheap and everything is disgraced where dolls prams are sold second hand as we wake to another as we wake to another as we wake to another day where we misunderstand I'm a prisoner in my own gaol the news is selling me your thoughts my classless face is turning gargoyled better to be a have than a have not Well my gaolers ask for forgivness as they feast on my heart I turn away I understand all the pain and sadness it's all they know anyway as we wake to another as we wake to another as we wake to another day
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royrodel on 04-11-2011
as we wake to another
They're calling out the names of the village idiots children
to come and watch breakfast telly until half past eleven
the shopping chanel is blocked with the lonely and the lost
who are looking for bargains in love from the celebrity host
the fog horn blows in a distant town
the teddy boys mother irons her evening gown
but her quest is fruitless as the fuse has blown
and the brothers of passion are talking talk
when will they learn to get of their knees and walk
as I look for inspiration and something to hawk

Iron man is waiting in the silversmiths embassy
waiting for the goldsmith to claim to claim his territory
he's holding in his glove an ancient manuscript
that he stole from the shepard boys unmarked crypt
the newsman just announced there's an ancient scroll
that is priceless and holy that someone just stole
the only thing Iron my got was a noose round his neck
as I look for inspiration and something to hawk



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royrodel on 07-11-2011
as we wake to another
Lost in space,lost in time
played double bass as I sanctioned every crime
I was south Moscow street bound
when, all the kings men fell down
took a leaf out of the picture book
bought more time and the latest look
I'm homeward bound,without a map
picked the loaded the dice from my bag of tricks
on the road to the land of the ancient mystics

Crowds are mourning, no reason to believe
nothing left to prove nothing left to achieve
it's something I never thought I'd concieve

Games I won with good loving lost
keep dreaming about all my ghosts
I look in the mirror and raise a toast
I'll sing with the shackled one fine day
take a little more time arranging bouquets
don't listen to fools two faces are always better than one
look at the time brothers,here's the fuel to put out the sun
gotta fight fire with fire, if you'd pardon the pun

Crowds are mourning, no reason to believe
nothing left to prove nothing left to achieve
it's something I never thought I'd concieve

I've seen the hope shinning from the light house
hopped and skipped on the tight rope coast to coast
reached the top had to stop I'm fishing in deep waters now
there's a lot I don't understand
sometimes I can't rely on my magic wand
wanna take a chance


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Auld Eck (posted on: 04-03-11)
A funeral in Scotland

I was paying off the cabbie when he looked me in the eye I said 'keep the change ' thanked him kindly said goodbye stood in a big pot hole that was full of mud and tar my sunday bests were ruined after them coming this far so I squelched out the beat of a walking tune like the lame patriot marching like Spikes goon Well the gates of the grave yard were open like they never shut the grave digger pulled on his fat cigar tipped his hat ,greeted me with a smirk he said 'you'll be late, just follow the perfume, it's not the one on the right, they're all out of tune it's the scruffy ones that you want the ones with the wailing song the one with the young preacher it looks like rain so he wont be long' So I walked through the village of the dead they were all lying down in the ground with all their headstones which I quickly read the paths were straight as I kept to the left I wondered if the dead banker was really a crook and if the lawyer had been charged with theft every where I looked, someones memory like it really mattered there was only the mourners and me I reached my destination all covered in muck they all turned around and gave a tut just as the preacher raised his holy book everybody close had their chord I'd missed the pick 'n' mix atleast they never handed me chord number six someone wailed 'it should have been me' everyone shivered, didn't know what to think I was just thinking of the cakes and tea Now I was just there to collect a debt from someone long gone dead you see I'd made him laugh with what I'd said his sister stood next to me I said 'make me laugh' then I'll be paid she hit me hard with her umberella called to her brothers and uncles and cried 'you're royrodel, that wierd fella' just then the skies opened, poured down rain all his family members were on the same gravy train Well I hitched a lift with auntie Jane I had to sit between her and old Joe no one had told me they were terminally insane everyone took it for granted that they would behave Jane was drinking Joes after shave I wondered why everyone was laughing as they stood and waved I asked the chauffer'how far as the crow flies' he answered softly' I make money when people up and die' I seen the neon light of the golf club Jane was undressing, Joe was talking cartoon the chauffer said ' my God, I've had enough' I was just glad that they were crazy and all the fools were in other cars looking for a reason, for their treason from the rain hating vicar with their family disputes just to make them popular The hearse stopped, Joe ran to the trees he shouted out, 'I don't need your birds and bees I'll sit hear all frozen, and do what I please' Jane just smirked, as she removed her last shred Me and the chauffer bolted, left her for dead our minds had been corrupted, with eveything she'd said I made a b-line for the cocktail bar the bartender said 'where's Joe, my little brother'? I said 'he's in the trees,looking for bees' he said 'help yourself, gotta get my brother, just because I promised my father and mother' now by this time I realised I was in hell closed one eye, let out a yell I sat next to big Betty she sang in the choir she said' royrodels are always for hire, sing me Danny Boy, set their souls on fire, then I'll fullfill, your every desire' I forgot every word as her attention was on me I wishing I was hundred miles out at sea she offerd me oysters on a bun now I know why Joe up and ran Well the wake went well as far as I could see there was brothers fighting in harmony sisters bitching, he loved me brothers asking, when will it be me he never left any apology seventy years gone and his children laughing, in harmony
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franciman on 06-03-2011
Auld Eck
Hi Roy,

This stayed with me for a long time. It makes a great first impression then improves with re-reading. Rich echoes of Urban Scotland. I loved this.

Cheers,
Jim

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in the end it doesn't matter what I do (posted on: 14-02-11)
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Big Hoss told Dreep he'd take me up there gimme a reason to believe, reason to care he tried to get me to go up there and stay but I said 'no I aint going up there today I didn't even listen to brother Dougie even after him giving me Georgies boogie Loooking out from behind the drawn curtains waiting to steal my memory, happiness and pain you've had all day to plan the outcome and to clear the exits so you can run but someone else planned the outcome so I'll be home when they beat the drum Well, I've ate with the damned, spit in my eye shook hands with soldiers,waved them goodbye stood on the beach, cursed you and me sold my soul for revenge, peace and sanity rolled dice with the reaper 'cause it was nice broke promises, ignored your advice in the end it doesn't matter what I do you want me, I want you I saw the dark neon light shinning through in it's dawning,long before I met you my point of view sets you free but I know you can't stand the sight of me I've never asked you for nothing but you keep telling me your hurting I see people living and hating the lie knowing they're already dead before they die it's all my fault, it's me to blame they look to the sky as I struggle to hide my shame side stepping the truth that'll set us free love loves you do you love me I found you after all the lonesome years you were somewhere in my bloodied tears you moved next door nine or ten years ago you saw me as a sinner,someone you could outgrow I know you think I crossed the line but I aint watching the skies for a sign in the end it doesn't matter what I do you want me, I want you Well, I confessed all my sins to you you scratched at the surface looking for clues played at being at being the nuclear family thinking 'bout yourself, not about me I remember when you were gambling for support amongst the wig wearers in the kangaroo court Who are you in this moment of doubt beat your chest, just let it out I can set you free, but you don't want it so you can tell them it was me that quit forgot about charity, hope and love you can tell them it fits me like a glove Now I'm asking you to break my chains let me dance in the hail and rain break my chains from your living hell don't look at me as you cast your spell all I want is second hand freedom and a place I can call home in the end it doesn't matter what I do you want me, I want you
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orangedream on 14-02-2011
in the end it doesnt matter what I do
Good stuff, Roy. Liked this stanza in particular:-

"Well, I've ate with the damned, spit in my eye
shook hands with soldiers,waved them goodbye
stood on the beach, cursed you and me
sold my soul for revenge, peace and sanity
rolled dice with the reaper 'cause it was nice
broke promises, ignored your advice .."

Enjoyed;-)

Tina



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Carronshore (posted on: 31-01-11)
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Another day in Vicar street he can't take the heat no,no,no he can't stand it anymore he cries 'take me outta here down to the Carronshore down to the Carronshore down to the Carronshore where I can be reborn where I can't hear you're phone where there is no drone and I can be a man you a real woman real woman' People are looking but they can't see they ignore warning signs Bertha and me please take me outta here outta here 'I can't stand it anymore rich girls who bore wisemen looking to score music I've heard before it's such a chore don't want it no,no more no,no more no,no more no,no more' Now I don't need no taxman to rob me blind don't need no blue pill to blow my mind don't need no radio tellin' me what to do just need you baby and everything you do a reason to believe a sense of some kind of family something to live for something to grieve My neighbours are heroes they're all the same working to pay the rent watching dancing girls looking for fame listening for the beat so they can wake tommorrow and dance in the street dance in the street dance in the street but they wont 'cause they can't chant a different song don't know right from wrong So he hides behind the big cartoon forgets what is is maddened by the tick tock robot euphoria another new frock picks out the mocked takes all the knocks say what you see what do you want from me want from me want from me
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orangedream on 31-01-2011
Carronshore
You had me singing along again, Roy!

Enjoyed.

Tina

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jump the queue (posted on: 24-01-11)
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Shook hands with the mocker she said 'you hungry tonight, what makes you think, you can tell,wrong from right? I know your mother, father too, I'll give you what you want stick to you like glue just go get it, jump the queue' Sat on the edge, fell asleep needed someone I could keep, that'd make me weep can't get it right it seems all smoke mist in a dark place went back to 1940 to hear a song sang by someone done wrong Shook hands with the mocker she said 'you hungry tonight, what makes you think, you can tell,wrong from right? I know your mother, father too, I'll give you what you want stick to you like glue just go get it, jump the queue' but I was looking for a ballad goin' down slow didn't want Louis to blow my mind didn't want Betsy singing in rhyme needed Basie playing Oscars blues can't take Bowie seriously singing, ringing, chanting second hand news saying things absurd Shook hands with the mocker she said 'you hungry tonight, what makes you think, you can tell,wrong from right? I know your mother, father too, I'll give you what you want stick to you like glue just go get it, jump the queue' Have I been living just to die why do I need to justify I offered you my soul your breath turned foul wore different shades of makeup wouldn't drink from my paper cup took my money and soul left me in a hole Shook hands with the mocker she said 'you hungry tonight, what makes you think, you can tell,wrong from right? I know your mother, father too, I'll give you what you want stick to you like glue just go get it, jump the queue'
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orangedream on 24-01-2011
jump the queue
This one had me singing along, Roy. Enjoyed.

Tina

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thankyou Lord (posted on: 21-01-11)
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I just want to thankyou Lord for telling me about God telling 'bout his pain 'n' the sick and lame thankyou Krishna thankyou Mohammed thankyou Jesus thankyou Moon I wander through life thinking 'bout making things with wood helping the sick as the union of men pull their next trick from the hat I just want to thankyou Lord for telling me about God telling 'bout his pain 'n' the sick and lame thankyou Krishna thankyou Mohammed thankyou Jesus thankyou Moon I'm driving past minds that are dead watching faces full of pain and dread my mind is closing my eyes are filling and I'm all used up I just want to thankyou Lord for telling me about God telling 'bout his pain 'n' the sick and lame thankyou Krishna thankyou Mohammed thankyou Jesus thankyou Moon Adam and Eve took their time on the way to doomsday now they stand in line Cain killed Abel the first murder that we know known amongst kings and queens friend and foe I just want to thankyou Lord for telling me about God telling 'bout his pain 'n' the sick and lame thankyou Krishna thankyou Mohammed thankyou Jesus thankyou Moon Jonah walked the plank into the deep blue sea in a force nine gale so says the man from Galilee stayed with Orca drank her ale Mary and Joseph had a son made them proud where did they go are they waiting for his return I just want to thankyou Lord for telling me about God telling 'bout his pain 'n' the sick and lame thankyou Krishna thankyou Mohammed thankyou Jesus thankyou Moon
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orangedream on 21-01-2011
thankyou Lord
Enjoyed, roy! Liked especially the finishing touch of 'Moon' - minus 'The Man...', I note;-)

Tina

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Ionicus on 22-01-2011
thankyou Lord
A good one, Roy.

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Hey you (posted on: 21-01-11)
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Hey you give me peace on earth hey you give me peace for what's it worth Hey you how much do we care hey you let me hear our prayer forgiving the ones we loathe Hey you how long we gonna be afraid hey you what was it your prophet said 'bout heaven on earth Hey you I'm going down to the crossroads hey you you coming to shed our load maybe there aint no heaven in our hell Hey you I can see your rising sun hey you we're all the chosen ones just looking to be blessed Hey you shout what you've gotta say hey you stab me with your rusty blade get back in line and pray Hey you so what you doin' today hey you livin' for tomorrow come what may Then it's gone gone,gone gone
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orangedream on 21-01-2011
Hey you
Hi there, roy.; you sure haven't lost your touch;-) You had me singing along to this one, and no mistake!

Tina

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stormwolf on 21-01-2011
Hey you
Musdt let me hear it to music!Β¬ πŸ˜‰
Loved the theme in it and the voice behind it was strong.

maybe there aint no heaven in our hell

yes, sometimes it seems that way.
Alison x


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you gotta bow (posted on: 07-01-11)
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you gotta bow oh yeah you gotta bow so bow take it in turn to reap what you sow so bow At six o'clock, roll the dice take a chance at six o'clock, comb your whiskers in arrogance at six o'clock, bachelor boy and girl fix your make up growl, snap and snarl you gotta bow oh yeah you gotta bow so bow take it in turn to reap what you sow so bow At seven o'clock, load your gun, fix the trigger at seven o'clock, choose your disease your philosipher at seven o'clock, choose your happiness and rage pick your victim, turn the page you gotta bow oh yeah you gotta bow so bow take it in turn to reap what you sow so bow At eight o'clock, count the birds,another hour gone at eight o'clock, hold your breath,long gone dawn at eight o'clock, clench your fists, taste the breeze get in the ring, take one for the rest of humanity you gotta bow oh yeah you gotta bow so bow take it in turn to reap what you sow so bow At nine o'clock,smoke a cigar,cry and bawl at nine o'clock,stand in line,wait for the call at nine o'clock, use the phone, stand at rainbow end look through the phone book, for that long lost friend you gotta bow oh yeah you gotta bow so bow take it in turn to reap what you sow so bow At ten o'clock, fix your make up, find a place to hide at ten o'clock, drink cold tea, you can't back slide at ten o'clock, you and that girl, seem so far away love birds doing the loving, do you wanna stay you gotta bow oh yeah you gotta bow so bow take it in turn to reap what you sow so bow At eleven o'clock, you stand in silence, time long gone at eleven o'clock, think about vodka ice, queen on the throne at eleven o'clock, nothing seems the same, just like yesterday people killing people, can't stand it any more, go insane you gotta bow oh yeah you gotta bow so bow take it in turn to reap what you sow so bow At twelve o'clock, can't remember resolutions, don't know if your free at twelve o'clock, think about shepherds and the man from Galilee at twelve o'clock, blame your friends, as the world turns 'round you see the funeral car, bow your head, you'll be next in the ground you gotta bow oh yeah you gotta bow so bow take it in turn to reap what you sow so bow At five o'clock, switch on the TV, someone tells you , how you should be at five o'clock, eat your fill, taste the delights from the dying sea at five o'clock, take a view, sing 'bout trials and revolution fill your glass one more time, playback defence and prosecution you gotta bow oh yeah you gotta bow so bow take it in turn to reap what you sow so bow
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ten years (posted on: 07-01-11)
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Another ten years are gone you're surrounded by love and hate you're still on your own you don't decide your fate what have you done to deseve this life,sealed with a loving kiss your happy faces all dead and gone you they've forgotten and disowned So you called on me just for another reason to believe it's not like we're together all you do is grieve you've been blind for many years holding back the crocodile tears what about my pain, soul and sanity and being free and you and me Yell, from your last thought tell me what is and what's not yell, from your last thought you got, what you got Is it some other deity that you could be searching for get a grip baby I'm what you abhor I can only share your inner fear for all the ones we hold so dear so what do you want from me why wont you let it be I can't set you free Yell, from your last thought tell me what is and what's not yell, from your last thought you got, what you got Living in your daydream you get a second,third,fourth chance talk about nothing and the weather despise news of love and romance you say 'what are you all about' when I give to some charity you give me all your insecurity and a reason to be free Time takes its toll on me and you puts wrinkles on our face those freaks were right when they dealt you the ace they came back begging in the night crying revolution that just might tell you it's allright where do you go from here where will you reappear Yell, from your last thought tell me what is and what's not yell, from your last thought you got, what you got
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sybarite on 12-01-2011
ten years
The universe delivers in mysterious ways. Clicked on random story and was brought to this piece. It is hauntingly personal. I won't go into the sordid details but this could be the last ten years of my life. The chorus is excellence, very powerful. I would like to hear this.

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Hi sybarite
welcome to UKA
hope you're well
this was written after listening to Jimmy McBeith songs that were being sung by fellow songwriters. on New years day in a howf.
'I kinda based it on 'There bounda be a row'
anyways here ya go

RODEL


Tell me (posted on: 24-12-10)
Tell me how does it really feel to be someone like you

So Dylan bargained with the ,devil taught you right and wrong pointed, at your inner evil those adverts were right when they made, you turn into a fashion freak on the run Tell me how does it really feel to be someone like you seeking out new poisons and standing in queue laughing at Jimmy down on his luck tearing out your hair getting unstuck So you can't get no thrill even the postman bring's you a chill you're death defying keep on lying 'till it goes away play noughts and crosses will you stay will you stay Now Tell me how does it really feel to be someone like you seeking out new poisons and standing in queue laughing at Jimmy down on his luck tearing out your hair getting unstuck So telivision crashed and burned never delivered your, mothers pride or anything you could call, worthwhile no mystery, excitement nowhere to hide Tell me how does it really feel to be someone like you seeking out new poisons and standing in queue laughing at Jimmy down on his luck tearing out your hair getting unstuck Running with the crowd you can feel proud talk about fun and guns you're deeply dippy and the third world dead pray to your God ask for anything it's not in your bible it's not what you read Tell me how does it really feel to be someone like you seeking out new poisons and standing in queue laughing at Jimmy down on his luck tearing out your hair getting unstuck
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Woke up with the crows (posted on: 24-12-10)
with tanx to rhymezone

Silence surrounds me now I'm sitting in the pews purple,golden cloth waiting for good news coloured windows a man on the cross they call me stranger a lonely man lost Woke up with the crows girl long gone my long lost queen sacraficed her pawn Fear is running through my veins man on the cross what will ease my pain? I never seen it coming to proud to cry living in a bubble never asking why Woke up with the crows girl long gone my long lost queen sacraficed her pawn Humanity talks of first prize a trillion quid no tears in your eye I'm not sure anymore 'bout all that talk playing on my mind should I open the lock Woke up with the crows girl long gone my long lost queen sacraficed her pawn Night is falling somewhere in the motherland man on the cross wave your wand take me back before to long got to get back where I belong Woke up with the crows girl long gone my long lost queen sacraficed her pawn Heart is still aching been here all day man on the cross are you to faraway I was just wondering 'bout this and that 'n' maybe me and you could have a chat Woke up with the crows girl long gone my long lost queen sacraficed her pawn All my wrong and right is upside down with liberal living and political clowns nature just changes don't give no reason keep changing the rules free from high treason Woke up with the crows girl long gone my long lost queen sacraficed her pawn My throat is dry after talking in sighs hope the man on the cross can sort out my lie train is coming it's coming slow she's long gone guess I died long ago Woke up with the crows girl long gone my long lost queen sacraficed her pawn
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Merry christmas (posted on: 24-12-10)
Merry christmas

Merry christmas Ho,ho,ho Jesus loves you don't you know Down in the shops everybodies fighting for the bargains mothers,fathers priests and chaplains that were made by child slaves Santa won't come if you misbehave Merry christmas Ho,ho,ho Jesus loves you don't you know Plastic evergreens everywhere you look churches with piles of the latest songbook for liberals,left and right wingers not for the unseen diseased and dying open your present so you can hear your sighing Merry christmas Ho,ho,ho Jesus loves you don't you know Drink your drink eat your fill pull a cracker to get your thrill play your game, read your book it won't tell about the Bethlehem refugee count the bobbles on your christmas tree Merry christmas Ho,ho,ho Jesus loves you don't you know Sleep it off wake with a yawn settle your mind hum a christmas song be you black or white have another sherry to forget their plight Merry christmas Ho,ho,ho Jesus loves you don't you know
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Corin on 24-12-2010
Merry christmas
Good Roy - Keep the plight of Bethlehem up front.

DXavid

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pdemitchell on 24-12-2010
Merry christmas
Ho Roy - good form on this but perhaps "open your present so I can hear you sighing Merry Chistmas etc" works better and 'baubles' rather than 'bobbles' on the christmas tree. Cool Yool! Mitch πŸ™‚


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e-griff on 24-12-2010
Merry christmas
roy as ever!

why can't you let me be complacent? I'm now officially old, past it and K-nackered ...

(listening to brass band carols on spotify ... mmmmmm) sherry? I don't mind if I do ... *sticks little finger up in air as sups*

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stormwolf on 30-12-2010
Merry christmas
Well done again Roy!
You tell it like it is. Alison x

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oh my lover (posted on: 06-12-10)
with tanx to rhymezone

oh my lover wakes me up gives me a start soothes my heart on her way to living on her way to giving out light in the night only sees right smiles at every song makes you belong day and night long She never watches the news never sing the blues that follow her every where from night, noon and morning a happy tune she just sings dreams of sun filled dunes dancing under the moon in a sawdust saloon letter bills fall she returns them before they crawl into her piece of heaven back to the losers the unforgiven, scholars and composers they all need her to buy their big car but she's the jaguar that they all want for their lover the snow turns to ice the ice into water but my lover is just being nice to every man, woman and child the tame and the wild angry, left out and sad the meek and mild
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royrodel on 07-06-2011
oh my lover
So you live your life in disguise
come on strong, live your lies
your time is ending
as you go to bed
forget your dreams
as you search for answers in your head

Those people you ignore drive you insane
you take a back seat
turn off the news and all its pain
life seems to being slipping away
your a victim
what ever you say

Now what's the time should you stay or go?
what good would you do?
what differnce would you make
there's nothing between them and you
do you give it all away

Fools stay for the count
take a sip of caffeine
look like their blind
for something they can't find
under bridges where they've been

So you read for an explanation
dead men call you
you don't know why
light another cigarette
read Nostradamus doomsday
fall to your knees
for it to come your way



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Abel and Cain (posted on: 06-12-10)
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My feet are cold I'm waiting to behold a sixth sense I don't understand there's whiskey in my mug being, massaged with ice tastes like honey tastes so nice I'm waiting for my next suprise being cut with a knife news of death or life dodging the cracks in the pavement you, me and every judgement children are singing out the names I'm playing the blues going insane I have the fever of Abel and Cain I'm fed up with the bad and the good swallowed up waiting to be booed never thought I, was being rude I'll shave my chin, wear your cast offs pull myself up, act like a toff look to the skies for the white dove leap years come and go so we reap what we sow don't tell me now I'll read it, in tomorrows news children are singing out the names I'm playing the blues going insane I have the fever of Abel and Cain I've listened to wisemen asking me for dope twelve bar blues, and an ancedote I don't like what I've got and my one man band imprisoned I long for a touch that wont cost me that much desire,pain and heartache I'm gonna go fishing with someone I can call my mate someone who can tell me about the welfare state children are singing out the names I'm playing the blues going insane I have the fever of Abel and Cain I have a dream don't you know it the dream we all have you just go for it you drive in my car just to be free gotta stand in line gotta feel real fine everybody hides behind their lies with a comforting disguise as they search for fame repeating the past and all it's mistakes me I'm to providing the news but that aint no good to you children are singing out the names I'm playing the blues going insane I have the fever of Abel and Cain
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pdemitchell on 06-12-2010
Abel and Cain
Hi Roy - tidy lyrics but a 'fever of Abel and Cain' just didn't work for me. Can I humbly suggest expanding on the insane theme ie: "I'm in two minds: I'm Abel and Cain" ? and something other than that hoary old chestnut about playing the blues? Else is fine - good bluesy stuff. Cheerz. Mitch.

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Gee on 06-12-2010
Abel and Cain
I always wish I could have the music to go with your song lyrics but the whole piece has a great rhythm that it does well enough without.

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here ya go
stole the beat from Bessie Smith


Trevor,Davey and sister Sue (posted on: 22-11-10)
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There's a palm tree blowing in the November wind russling out it's song the clocks are ticking,echoing the silence in the street well I stopped for a rest hoping to make my peace but that was disturbed with a cough so I turned back into someone long gone listened to the palm trees song My inhibitions are sold on the T.V. let's fly a kite high in the sky you're the one that makes me laugh and cry makes me live for tomorrow and for whom I'd surely die well I'm standing guard at the watchtower writing a letter to you lost in all the confusion smelling the cactus flower write me back if you'd be so kind with ink that smells of you you can tell me about maw and paw Trevor,Davey and sister Sue Well the engines are turning smokes blowing in the wind my hands are clasped together praying for redemption standing with all the unwashed wishing I was running in the heather but that was in a time when I didn't know what I had I've been searching for it ever since and that's what makes me sad reading all the holy books, making my alliance Now they gave me the keys to a cell that I wasn't in a word of caution, bright colours and rules one to ten but that's not how the story goes according to someone else signs saying beware, no trespassing and welcome to hell guess no one really knows how to solve the worlds problems now I'm sitting,watching the life saver looking down from his stilts taking a chance with foreign flavours dancing a merry dance but with you it wasn't like that never needed a second chance you told me my mind was full of big ideas never understood things like roses and true romance Your maw up and died I remember when she cried when I showed her my losing hand she bowed her head and sighed but I'm still crazy my friends are in a trance they all end up straight jacketed looking for romance after selling their last forty hours for wages of sin dealt deuces and jokers Her life was one of sacrafice love and dignity now it seems so long ago but I can't let it be you're looking at snowy hills me at the palm tree I'm listening to strangers living the same nightmare as me I'm humming a song that's been sung just playing solitaire with someone not so young with marked cards dealing myself the image of the hung Looking for the end I keep thinking of you no angel dare show their face they hide it away from you you make them bow in disgrace My sun's gone down in this God forsaken town my pen's run dry no tear in my eye no friends only foes that bring me their woes I sharpen my tongue long before I'm stung with words of despise and hate but they're not for you because you're my date Well I'm fighting my corner writing a letter to you punching with one eye blind tasting the blood on my lip can't find nothing that blows my mind write me back if you'd be so kind with ink that smells of you you can tell me about maw and paw Trevor,Davey and Sue
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Blackburn Sue (posted on: 19-11-10)
written for one of the greatest singers I know

Watched Blackburn Sue many years ago she sang like an angel giving out a glow back in ninety one singing with a band on the run living in the rat race just having fun Watched Blackburn Sue without disguise she was on the tv singing about dreams making everyone cry girl sings the blues girl takes us high brings good news Watched Blackburn Sue singing for the Pope about love and charity bringing hope asking to be a channel of peace lost in all the confusion giving people release and a reason to believe Watched Blackburn Sue make Lou Reed stand up and take heed the Rolling Stones too just because she sang the blues singing about family mammy and daddy granda and granny Blackburn Sue
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Gee on 19-11-2010
Blackburn Sue
I don't know this singer but this piece made me want to find out more about her. Unfortunately, I couldn't find anything.
It's a lovely well-done tribute though. I liked it very much.

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google Susan Boyle

RODEL

Gee on 19-11-2010
Blackburn Sue
Ah, I see now. Yes, I watched her appearance on Britain's Got Talent and loved it when she showed the judges just what she could do. I googled and was surprised to find out about her earlier attempts to get recognition for her singing talents.
Well deserved recognition, in my opinion.

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my dog he up and died (posted on: 29-10-10)
an epitaph

Standing in the lobby of the big hotel the sun had risen and the rain had fell fell down down.down,down I was counting people and people were counting me some going to London town and some to Galilee they were going far and wide as my dog he up and died up and died I was told at eight thirty hurt I couldn't cry I mourned at twenty three hundred remembering his pant and sunken eyes wishing I'd said goodbye done a little bit more as I cried and cried and cried now Scotland aint home no more I'm running nationwide trying to hide because my dog he up and died up and died Now we'd run and fell fished every river climbed every hill snarled at politicians welcomed postmen and junk mail what am I to do in this living hell he was my best friend someone who I ignored so shoot me with your gun cut me with your sword he never played mind games he never terrified my old mate called Royster up and died he up and died Now the time I love best is just a memory guess he had to go my wolf with teeth of ivory like all good things come to an end my eyes well up as I long for my best friend now there's nothing in front it's all behind my eyes you see my old mate called Royster up and died he up and died
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e-griff on 29-10-2010
my dog he up and died
see the nibbers were up early again!

well, their eyes were surely wide open.

congrats. a moving story ...

best JohnG

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Ionicus on 29-10-2010
my dog he up and died
Poor Royster and poor you for having lost a loyal friend.
I am not musical so I cannot put a tune to these lyrics but the words are expressive enough and I am sure that when I hear the audio version I'll like them even more.

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pdemitchell on 29-10-2010
my dog he up and died
Dog-gone, Roy, some heartfelt blues that would have made ol' Shep shed a tear. Mitch πŸ™‚

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Gee on 30-10-2010
my dog he up and died
I felt this because I have a best friend too. You did a really wonderful job of describing the bond between man ( or woman ) and dog.

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Fishermans Blues (posted on: 15-10-10)
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The wheels of the fishing bus went round and round heading for loch Ness heading out of town fifteen men called Peter and one called Roy with Peter the driver he was a mammas boy we scratched and clawed looking for some relief hummed and hawed questioned our belief I said 'pleased to meet you what is your name' to my neighbour on the coach he said " I sir, you can call madame" I felt his warm breath on my right cheek, I tried to squeal pinched myself twice to make sure he was for real I was offered flies and maggots for fifty pence a time and a promise of fresh trout with lemon or green lime We stopped at Kenmore for a welcomed break I grabbed my rod and tackle ran for the nearest lake Peter shouted "this isn't loch Ness' I waved my hand not looking kept running like a man possessed an old lady helped me cross the road she hit me with her stick because I'd stood on a toad she put it to my mouth said "now you got to lick" I met the Macsomething twins they were the law in this land they wanted all my money I'd deciphered from their shorthand I threw fifty pence at their ego trip they couldn't bend to catch it because they were joined at the hip as they scuffled I went on my merry way wiped my brow once more guess you could call it an unforgetfull day Looking for a cup of tea I approached the campfire surrounded by people who were at a funeral pyre Now, I've never caught a fish you can even call very large the wife of the headman said if you want to fish here there's a charge she winked at me twice stripped me with her eyes in two seconds flat she said she was looking for lice Well I found a lonesome place after being deloused set up my rod on a rock one that I had found then a speedboat passed me by echoing out fifty decibles guess her thought of heaven was my living hell so I opened up my whiskey and someones holy book no point in protesting as I counted my hooks The sun was getting low as I thought of ice wished I'd brought my camera just because I was feelng nice as this was all perfect called heaven on earth then a big bull stag burped scared me half to death so I waved the first thing at hand without even knowing I'd spilled my whiskey sours broke my one night stand I woke with a grump with boneache and ten degrees below my rod was bent after dreaming of salmon roe as an eagle came down from the blue sky guess he felt my anxiety he said 'you can't complain as I'm part of Scotlands beauty he grabbed my ten and a half ounce fish and gave me a wink it looked like a rainbow with a touch salmon pink So I stoked my campfire as I diced with right and wrong gave myself a hug played the comb,sang campfire songs then a sleepy cock let out a doo I jumped to my feet packed my rod and pride in my suitcase tripped over a pebble stuck in reinforced concrete a midge was sucking on my long sweet blood line I said "what are you doing' she said 'you never mind' Well I crept back breaking every broken branch making my way to the roadside stuck in the past with no cigarettes hoping for a scout with a travel guide the fishing bus was due around about seven past seven but my rolex watch gave up at half past eleven so I boiled up lentil soup and dipped in brown bread looked at my phone, wiped my eyes it read, thought you were dead So I stuck out my biggest thumb tended to my left thumb nail met a man called George from the gallows gaol he drove a three wheeler told me his folk tale he fed me whiskey and haggis never stopped taking even to inhale I saw Peters bus coming doing twenty seven miles on the scales it was full of lost souls so don't you believe them fishing tales     
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Albermund on 15-10-2010
Fishermans Blues
Bloody amazing, R. Phantasmagorical stuff. cheers Albert :)))

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Will's one man band (posted on: 04-10-10)
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Silence barks from the freetown talking about wind that hasn't blown the nuclear bomb, the final countdown spikes the mind with seeds that are sown to watch it all with weeds overgrown you can only go forward Recorded debt, they make it easy selling power and fantasy for a lowly position in some big gas company of fools who don't believe in astrology or the Krishna lord Roll the dice, take a chance all you need is a little romance listen to the ambulance you pray for more confidence read all the books but just end up bored Just try to make a stand with Will's one man band you may call him Willard They tax the soul, tax the mind and everything that's undefined the painter that is coloured blind even the life she left behind all the work that she's signed in a daydream Phantoms give out their decree as they question their brothers sanity selling second hand advice all for free making living legends and another deity no wonder no one knows anything about dignity I'll understand if you want to scream Bible pushers, push their right and wrong mathamaticians talk in circles oblong tell you to invest in Hong Kong that's where you really belong you can court and marry Annie Wong even if you don't feel so clean And although it's second hand like your car with Will's one man band you'll go far you can drink his wine pour his cream Bricks and mortar protect you as you save up for your tomb and pick out the pretty costume from the catalogue stockroom turn into Cinderella at the break of noon fixed in the mirrors reflection You tamper thoughts and try to seduce feel guilty then try to accuse the lonely rich unknown recluse as you recycle your refuse you realise all that you had to infuse just to get where you are and avoid rejection Your clock strikes the eleventh hour shout at anyone who has no power to get free from your high rise tower you talk all day about the rain shower in the puddle your face is a picture but it's only a reflection Your looks will kiss themselves goodbye Will and his one man band won't ask you why you can play, in the rythm section All the neighbours who are easily led shop around for their daily bread listen to what sparkling teeth said that blind the poorly paid into forgetting the slave trade so they wont end up crying Telling tales true or false acting on the last impulse feeling faint, thinking about something else standing in the corner,checking for a pulse giving a round of applause just to stop the begging Telling hordes corrupt that raise the alarm a little less makeup, a little more charm and to wrap up well to keep warm but thy just laugh and scorn anything that's unarmed and not threatening And why not as they give out their placard it's only Will's one man band who call him Willard even Will don't want them Lonely holidymakers criticise and croak drugged on rum and coke they don't understand a word that's spoke as they tend to todays sunstroke take another sip of oblivion, laugh at anyone's joke even if it's not funny As followers walk to an unquestioned tune wondering why their this old so soon they sold their minds before the harvest moon watching themselves in old cartoons some for fame, some for fortune their time isn't easy So I'm faced with a million fools limited sacrafice and broken rules the threat of violence and swimming pools betting shops, fixed card schools picking between a horse or a mule it's not like reading poetry So if I start to mumble in rhyme Will's one man band wont mind even if it makes them a little uneasy
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stormwolf on 04-10-2010
Wills one man band
Well done Roy!
Alison x

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pdemitchell on 05-10-2010
Wills one man band
One of yer most poetical and reworked toons here, Roy. Not too sure about the Willard line but altogether this rocked and

So I'm faced with a million fools
limited sacr(i)fice and broken rules
the threat of violence and swimming pools
betting shops, fixed card schools

would have put Mr R Zimmerman Esq to shame in the wordsmithing department. Excellent. Mitch πŸ˜‰

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Jeanette (posted on: 24-09-10)
names changed to protect the innocent this is hapening as you read this

Talked to young Jeanette she'd been kicked outta the gang because she didn't agree and that was a threat to the man and to the madness at hand they sent her on her way to play alone in her one man band Her father worked all day her mother worked all night her brother didn't care her sister wasn't aware as she cried in fright, cried in fright Mary Smith from the social work said she was slow and stupid put her in a special school told her to forget 'bout love and cupid fed her milk, cakes and derision she had made the wrong decision but,Mary needed money to pay her mortgage and get into the seventh heaven Yeah ,yeah young Jeanette yeah , yeah sweet Jeanette They dressed her in the gallows colour gave her a priest put her two years back stole her mind and the gift from her mother told her to forget her nonsense they'd put her on the right track they preached, don't do what I do just do what I say close your eyes when you've got something to say Yeah ,yeah young Jeanette yeah , yeah sweet Jeanette Never complaining, Jeanette has no choice she just goes everywhere she's told no use her complaining or raising her voice she just does what's she's told just to get along like sitting in the corner wearing the dunce cap but she calls out to Rodel'please sing my song' 'cause he's lived forever in the rat trap Yeah ,yeah young Jeanette yeah , yeah sweet Jeanette
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e-griff on 24-09-2010
Jeanette
powerful story here... appreciated

JohnG

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I don't have much but here's my best (posted on: 17-09-10)
with tanx to Mo

I promised God I'd take him fishing give him a little time away from his mission he was afraid to leave his wife and children all alone to build the kingdom of heaven I said 'it's been so long since you had some rest I don't have much but here's my best' and an angel sang Amen, Amen,Amen,Amen, Amen Father, who art in heaven, exalted be thy name. Thy Kingdom come, thy will be done, on earth as it is in heaven Give us this day our daily bread. And forgive us, forgive us, lord all our trespasses, as we trying to forgive those who trespass against us. And lead us, lead us not into temptation, deliver us from evil. thine is the kingdom oh lord, the power and the glory yeah eh. for ever and ever. Amen Amen, Amen,Amen,Amen, Amen I met God's daughter she wanted to own my soul the cop and her wanted me on the dole she'd been double crossed, was dying in spite forgot about truth and wrong from right I said 'it's been so long since you had some rest I don't have much but here's my best' and an angel sang Amen, Amen,Amen,Amen, Amen Father, who art in heaven, exalted be thy name. Thy Kingdom come, thy will be done, on earth as it is in heaven Give us this day our daily bread. And forgive us, forgive us, lord all our trespasses, as we trying to forgive those who trespass against us. And lead us, lead us not into temptation, deliver us from evil. thine is the kingdom oh lord, the power and the glory yeah eh. for ever and ever. Amen Amen, Amen,Amen,Amen, Amen I said to God 'sorry about your daughter, but how are you' he said 'you're sorry? why you think you play the blues? I kinda shrugged as he looked me in the eye told me the story of Ruth and Jeremi fishers of men, women at the well and as he cried all night in his living hell I said 'it's been so long since you had some rest I don't have much but here's my best' and an angel sang Amen, Amen,Amen,Amen, Amen Father, who art in heaven, exalted be thy name. Thy Kingdom come, thy will be done, on earth as it is in heaven Give us this day our daily bread. And forgive us, forgive us, lord all our trespasses, as we trying to forgive those who trespass against us. And lead us, lead us not into temptation, deliver us from evil. thine is the kingdom oh lord, the power and the glory yeah eh. for ever and ever. Amen Amen, Amen,Amen,Amen, Amen
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stormwolf on 19-09-2010
I dont have much but heres my best
I really enjoyed this Roy. I liked the contrast between the exchange of conversation and the chorus. Being lyrics it's always best to hear them sung as that too can make a lot of difference. I think this is one of my favs of yours to date.
Alison x

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pdemitchell on 22-09-2010
I dont have much but heres my best
Hi Roy - I agrees with Wolfy - and if it annoys a few holy rollers all the better. Mitch πŸ™‚

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burning sun (posted on: 06-09-10)
with tanx to Alex Harvey

The henchman wanted my pity a little love and tenderness he spoke of truth and lies 'cause he'd feel better when he'd confessed he'd heard I'd commited a crime stole the sweet song of liberty shook the paws of devil's dog broke all the rules of the imposing committe I just laugh in his face Folk shake my hand talk of the mind so cracked look in the other direction communicate without contact but you in your heart don't talk of despise and hate look at me in pounds and pence then open the flood gates oh baby Burning sun, trying to be his number one trying to be the perfect one Burning sun, trying to serve and please loving Burning sun, with all his wisdom and disease I sat on the razors edge waiting for the band to play my song a good nights sleep is what I need to make me feel right, big and strong there's a hungry child on the tv posing for the boxed camera you'd never know to look at him he's the reason we've got cheap tea and billions of debt I broke my fast around about eight wondering how to put his soul in my car howling wolves deafening me playing blues on the eletric guitar You always think about yourself choose your poison and all it's disguise sooner or later maybe sooner it'll be you you despise with all the hassle Burning sun, trying to be his number one trying to be the perfect one Burning sun, trying to serve and please loving Burning sun, with all his wisdom and disease It was fate that tossed the coin and time that played the tune you heal the lame, serve the sick walk the line, bow to the moon your dawn's like the dusk counting years instead of hours the done, undone, polluted seas rising to the shooting star as it falls from the sky Burning sun, trying to be his number one trying to be the perfect one Burning sun, trying to serve and please loving Burning sun, with all his wisdom and disease
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pdemitchell on 06-09-2010
burning sun
Oh, the naked and the dead
Could hold each other's hands
As they watch me dream at night
In a dream that nobody understands
And though I am not dreaming
in a voice grown dry 'n' hollow
I stand in endless naked lines
of the following and the followed Next!

A fine piece poetically and one the AHB would have put on the album I think. The title got me singing 'Black Hole Sun' for some reason: won't you come and wash away the rain - obviously not written by a physicist. Mitch πŸ™‚


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what did God say (posted on: 30-08-10)
what did God say G and Em

I was walking talking mocking feeling kinda absurb living in your world of make believe living with all the hurt taking pills and potions dying twice a day trying to remember what did God say yeah what did God say Parasite girl hates me council men hound me Jesus doesn't like me take me away take me so I can see what they mean to be so clean so, so clean like the queen and king of nothing at all nothing at all Left it all behind before I was twenty with promises of buckets never empty now I bow to you asking what to do asking for what I see asking a God who loves me only me what did God say yeah what did God say Some of us swear and cuss just for a little attention I just drink the devil's puss walk in your direction, girl to be free,free from you free from me asking a God who hates me only me what did God say yeah what did God say Watching the hours on the clock they peep their horns and mock everything they see as they shout 'look at me' I'll be your long lost friend drink my drink and pretend I love you only you wham bam thankyou mam take your time as hell freezes we'll just let it be God loves me only me what did God say yeah what did God say Nothing last's forever living in the past there and here stumbling to misfortune and all it's fears kept a diary for you on the slow guitar tasted life with death with every liar asking a God who hates me only me what did God say yeah what did God say
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pdemitchell on 30-08-2010
what did God say
Hi Roy - a little G-Em to which you gave your A11... reminds me of the much-underrated Dubstar and Talking Heads for some reason. Mitch πŸ˜›

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sympathy for you, for me (posted on: 16-08-10)
after a gig in newcastle

Met a lonley lady she said to me don't sing me no love song take what you get, say what you see leave me lonely leave me lonely I said you yeah you no the weather aint fine bow down for your shiny place just stand there in line wait for your next suprise forget the scandal drink your drink because first, first does he love you you, yeah you You want what I got don't know why,don't know why all my sin in a bottle of gin Met a lonley lady she said to me don't sing me no love song take what you get, say what you see leave me lonely leave me lonely I said slowdown slow slow slow down this gun aint for hire I don't dream your dream don't feel your desire maybe you see me ripe just 'cause you do but it's not for you not for you take what you need chase your lie fix your greed but me you can't buy chase your lie Met a lonley lady she said to me don't sing me no love song take what you get, say what you see leave me lonely leave me lonely I said the world belongs to you so what you, what you gonna do with desperate men desperate women and all the unforgiven cry cry for you cry for me look at the rope in sympathy sympathy for you, for me
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stormwolf on 16-08-2010
sympathy for you, for me
A song that really speaks of the emtiness and trying to find solace in another that is not there. Good for you Rodal. Tell it like it is.
Alison x

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pdemitchell on 16-08-2010
sympathy for you, for me
Hi Roy - I'll have to wait fer the audio on this one as I can't fit a tune to the words. A Beatesly/Kinksy 60s a gloomy "you really got me" feel possibly. Cheers Mitch

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Hi Mitch
now the essence of this one
is
a good friend of mine is
being hypnotised or even seduced by the bassist
in Johnny Cash's band,
I put myself in his shoes
and came up with this.
It's played on a 3 string guitar
as the 3 string guitar sound
origins are in Scotland
like Pontius Pilate, dynamite,
and heartache.

RODEL


Whatever happened to the blues (posted on: 09-08-10)
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Whatever happened to the blues I was waiting, waiting in line for some kinda news hoping for a lift and to feel fine Is it my imagination no dignity in the board room gutter only fear and frustration just to hear them mutter Whatever happened to the blues I'm all tied up with all their lies gonna get it right, live my prayer shed of my disguise, live the truth tell me, tell me, tell me Whatever happened to the blues I met a Godly man his heart breaks for you he cries to God at night for me and you, for me and you Whatever happened to the blues He's the richest man I know even if the skies fall through he's the richest man you know what you gonna do Whatever happened to the blues Sitting second hand Jesus and his men waiting for the band please talk to me again Whatever happened to the blues
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e-griff on 09-08-2010
Whatever happened to the blues
I took a harmonica break in the middle - was that okay? πŸ™‚

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pdemitchell on 10-08-2010
Whatever happened to the blues
Yup - the old seventh chord prayer - they're buried in amn unmarked grave under a flyover next to Robert Johnson! Mitch πŸ˜›

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stormwolf on 12-08-2010
Whatever happened to the blues
Your work is always thought provoking Rodel.
You think deeply and it comes over all the time.
Well done
Alison x

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loser gonna win (posted on: 09-08-10)
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Hunted and haunted doped and dropped lesser Gods,taking lovely girls, talking about themselves left on the shelf drinking one more gotta even the score gambling like a loser no straight talking loser gonna win loser gonna win Pushing and pushed years and yearlings all the darlings boy racers, racing around themselves no pain,no dignity to proud for pity best cars in the city no fatherhood for him no straight talking loser gonna win loser gonna win Blue and blued blood and blooded old man said 'he'd get it sorted' out once again feeds you whiskey to ease the pain it heals the lame he goes insane no straight talking loser gonna win loser gonna win
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pdemitchell on 10-08-2010
loser gonna win
A pain in the membrainey sweep of lyrics here, Roy but the story thread is a bit weaker than your usual pieces but I can hear how it would work well in a song format. Look forward to the audio... Mitch

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blueberry wine (posted on: 06-08-10)
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Oh,The landlady mopped up made her steps so clean so I offered her a helping hand she said'what do you mean' and big Jock took me fishing and made me feel at home talked of life and death the rise and fall of Rome oh, tell me, how to feel fine is this what I've got to do as I drink my blueberry wine Well, Andy's at the train station with his tamed devils tolling the bell looks me up and down says 'you I could buy or sell' and I just confuse and tempt him to watch his response but the trains keeps on coming as he falls back into his trance oh, tell me, how to feel fine is this what I've got to do as I drink my blueberry wine Bob wrote me a letter asked for the gossip saying he's doing fine asked me to pay the chimney sweep and tend his mothers shrine I just rubbed my hands drank another bottle of port until my pain and sorrows were drowned mixed with cold comfort oh, tell me, how to feel fine is this what I've got to do as I drink my blueberry wine Bob lost his wife and now he's alone in the dock he even came on to Mary so she stood behind big Jock guess his wife was just waiting she was nobodies fool when she held up his banker and rearranged the rules oh, tell me, how to feel fine is this what I've got to do as I drink my blueberry wine Well the circus came down here parading all the clowns lions, tigers, polar bears wanted men on the run and Mary's daughter hit my bumper policeman wanted to put me in a cage but fined me forty pounds because of her road rage oh, tell me, how to feel fine is this what I've got to do as I drink my blueberry wine Well the exorcists mouth fell open when I asked him to do me for free with all his gold and jewels for everyone to see and he bit his lip when I said it to him so I asked him for some spare change told him about his problems, and how to keep slim oh, tell me, how to feel fine is this what I've got to do as I drink my blueberry wine Well the doctor needed a lab rat so she gave me it for free doped me with new medicine asked me if I could still see I just liked the attention guess it was about my time I just started to shiver as she blew my mind oh, tell me, how to feel fine is this what I've got to do as I drink my blueberry wine Met Jeanie at her forty first in the working mens club she was no longer the innocent one so I gave her a back rub and I said 'congradulations, you must be very, very popular' she said ' where's my present' so I took her to the back seat of my car oh, tell me, how to feel fine is this what I've got to do as I drink my blueberry wine Well the spiders spin their silken webs where the big money was made they spin every night and day there's even ones unmade looking down to and fro I sway waiting for some kind of reason to make me utter in belief and read all that poison oh, tell me, how to feel fine is this what I've got to do as I drink my blueberry wine
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pdemitchell on 09-08-2010
blueberry wine
Hi Roy - I ain't never drunk no blueberry wine but these lyrics sound just fine, lions, tigers, polar bears,
wanted men on the run, liars, fighters, winding stairs, frickin' 'ell it sounds like fun. Regards. Miiiiiitch. πŸ™‚

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the two bit folk singer (posted on: 12-07-10)
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Little Walter put up the price of my harp so I danced a little harder a little more cautious, a little more sharp see what I have done see what I have done big dark clouds in the sky I just found out how to cry Yoko Ono knitted tambourines so I took a back seat listened for more of my favourites right up to God save the queen see what I have done see what I have done hiding from the colourless rainbow Isis,queen of demons, why did she go Big momma Thorton sold me her song creating truth and lies with poor Elvis's , rights and wrongs see what I have done see what I have done the church in an uproar,they say women can't pray it's a mans,mans world, it's men we obey Woody Woodmansey opened my eyes gave me courage and indepenence in this world of hate and lies see what I have done see what I have done God bless Trevor Bolder's long lost songs and all the things that he hasn't done Heard mister Armstrong playing to his lady playing in the key of Bb right then, he was who I wanted to be see what I have done see what I have done singing what a wondeful world helping me sleep through the rain and cold God put me here and there a three chord wanderer with all the pain and fear see what I have done see what I have done and the only person who I lie twice too is me , God and the blues the two bit folk singer
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pdemitchell on 16-07-2010
the two bit folk singer
Hi Roy Yoko Ono knitted tambourines? Yep - that's my line. An enjoyable paen to the minstels of our age and i'm sure you know more than three chords - remember the A-11 chord means everything... how do you know when a rock drummer is knocking at your door? the knocking sppeds up and they never know when to come in - ta-dah! mitch

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northern star (posted on: 05-07-10)
The Edinburgh Festival

Dust to dust from Genesis 3-19 my sweet memories of fields of green you tried to buy me with your daddies big car, we're living like limpets on the northern star The clubs close down at the crack of dawn the wise old cabbie with his wisdom overdrawn the old boy racer still wanting to be an alligator, we're living like limpets on the northern star Sweet Betsy Smith playing on the radio still fighting for freedom she didn't want to go her white masters were outlandish and bizarre,we're living like limpets on the northern star The old tooth fairy and the fools and clowns fooled my lady with verbs and nouns but all was not lost as they were her inferior, we're living like limpets on the northern star Mister Jones and the look at me list are all hanging on they don't have a gift all that makeup don't make them lovlier, we're living like limpets on the northern star Quick snap shot it's never enough to many forgotten days before you knock off the new year celebrated with champagne and caviar, we're living like limpets on the northern star
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pdemitchell on 05-07-2010
northern star
Hi Roy - a jaundiced look at the festival-goers but works well as poetry and lyrics which takes some doing. Good rhythm and acidic alliterated 'living like limpets' refrain - I like it! Mitch

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stormwolf on 06-07-2010
northern star
Hi Roy, The festival sure brings all kinds. I think you write good lyrics and your singing ain't bad either πŸ˜‰
Alison x

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Classless Blues (posted on: 28-06-10)
Classless Blues

Classless Blues Me and my brother's raised in piety everywhere we went people spoke of charity in an alienated society it's an alienated society I got the classless blues and all it's sane insanity Me and my brothers went to the rich part of town heard the rich man shout saying we don't want no Rodels about Lord,in an alienated society it's an alienated society I got the classless blues and all it's sane insanity Her majesty the queen,Grannies highland hame I don't like all the broken promises,feeling ashamed Lord,in an alienated society it's an alienated society I got the classless blues and all it's sane insanity Me and my brother's went all over the place taking two steps back in the human race Lord,in an alienated society it's an alienated society I got the classless blues and all it's sane insanity Well, them politicians in power they know how to make up the rules and make the people bow Lord,in an alienated society it's an alienated society I got the classless blues and all it's sane insanity I paid my union dues went down on one knee lived to make a change,raised in piety Lord,in an alienated society it's an alienated society I got the classless blues and all it's insanity
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stormwolf on 01-07-2010
Classless Blues
Hi Roy
I really liked this. I liked the meaning in it and the feeling of frustraion against society. I share it m any times.
You sing the classless blues well! Tell it like it is brother!
Alison x

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pdemitchell on 01-07-2010
Classless Blues
A classic blues refrain Roy - let there nae be a Rodel-less society! Mitch

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week in week out (posted on: 14-06-10)
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Well the engines are cold starting drivers giving one more cough and the silence is broken but it's never enough and all the Tom cats are going home to bed and you never quite know where you'll be in the queue week in week out week in week out week in week out Weekend's a memory as you park the car you think you know the lady 'cause you've travelled so far but you don't dare to look into her blue eyes just like last week and all the years gone by week in week out week in week out week in week out Well desiel fumes are coming just around the bend carrying no one looking begging for journeys end reading free papers,with all their pretend just to get the money to do it all again week in week out week in week out week in week out There's many different things like kings and queens and the late mortgage payment the death of a pop star and to much caffeine yeah don't forget the smokescreen and the markets falling on the tv again week in week out week in week out week in week out
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pdemitchell on 14-06-2010
week in week out
Hi Roy - this is your 'day in the life' and good lyrical fare though 'pretend' was a bit forced. How about some refrain variation? Bleak in, bleak out, wreak in, wreak out, speak in, speak out, freak in, freak out? Just a thought. Commendable stuff. Cheerz Mitch

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keep on turning the screw (posted on: 11-06-10)
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Well, I was fed up with all your bragging and nagging so I, went down to see council man Jacob who looked me straight in the eye as he kept on lying but that's not my worry, it's between Jacob and you but, you keep on bragging and nagging, keep on turning the screw I'll never be Bo Didley, I'm just my mothers reprobate I know you think I'm cuddly,you'll never be my soul mate I'm burning all my bridges, I'm looking for something new well,you keep on bragging and nagging, keep on turning the screw Don't know my doctors name, I just live with all the pain but the general rule is just to keep face,walk the talk, go insane asked the minister, he said before the flood they went in two by two as,you keep on bragging and nagging, keep on turning the screw Got home late' after getting well paid, I was singing your song I've never really understood your big idea's of right and wrong I'm the fool,your just doing what your supposed to do as,you keep on bragging and nagging, keep on turning the screw They tell me people say in pity he's a good man, got a good soul I wonder why,because they know nothing about your fruitless goal but I'm trying to break out, as I try to get to you as,you keep on bragging and nagging, keep on turning the screw Well,there's actors on the stage and old people in homes I'm just watching out for you, counting the beat with your metronome When I pluck up the courage, I'm gonna leave you one day, maybe start anew as,you keep on bragging and nagging, keep on turning the screw
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stormwolf on 12-06-2010
keep on turning the screw
I enjoyed this Roy. I bet there are many people who could identify with what it says too.
Lots of feeling in it.... resignation, anger and sadness too.

I'll never be Bo Didley, I'm just my mothers reprobate
I know you think I'm cuddly,you'll never be my soul mate

excellent.
Alison x

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it wont be long (posted on: 11-06-10)
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I was born in a storm dragged into hell oh and just like the storm I've never adapted well as I sing, sing the song Lord, I know it wont be long oh no it wont I was raised by angels dragged to school and just like the angels I was nobodies fool as I sing, sing the song Lord, I know it wont be long oh no it wont Being a nobody no where dressed in white being a nobody no where I search out the light as I sing, sing the song Lord, I know it wont be long oh no it wont So I ask the priest and I fall, fall to my knees but he don't see what I see we're dancing to a different beat as I sing, sing the song Lord, I know it wont be long oh no it wont
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Romany on 11-06-2010
it wont be long
This good, like the inevitability in the stanzas.

Two minor niggles: nobodies should read 'nobody's'

The last verse; the line 'we're dancing to a different beat ' feels slightly out of synch with the rest of that verse and the rest of the song as a whole. It jars a little, I think because the rhyme scheme here is different to the rest of the song, which flows well otherwise.

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Beth on 11-06-2010
it wont be long
This is ok but I think you need to be more original to make the lyric really stand out. I think it would work well to music and your music is very good- I listened to one of your songs but as a lyric there is nothing new here - Regards Beth

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pdemitchell on 12-06-2010
it wont be long
hi Roy - didn't enjoy this one as much as your others as the refrain is not very strong or memorable but it probably fits with the toon okay. Sorry dude. Mitch

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Jagger (posted on: 07-06-10)
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Haa. it sunk like a brick blood's only so thick so ya stole the gospel just to get you outta hell put your hand on your mouth Pop Stables went down south now you laugh at his life and all his pain and strife dancing for media fools who make up your rules with all your doped up living you don't look to the sky one day, one day you're gonna die You just deal in conscience just to bring on the violence searching out the faithfull boring into their skull as you stand to attention looking for a mention just for some relief calling on your belief just to get you excited something that ignited the flame in your soul no how,where or why one day, one day you're gonna die Graceless you know who I am but you don't give a damn You know me like I know you every sin, every taboo dicing with stones and numbers fingers on bloody triggers do I want to know how you feel do I want to see for real wake up in the morning it's the same ole thing look in the mirror let out your battle cry one day, one day you're gonna die
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pdemitchell on 07-06-2010
Jagger
Dark and angry almost rappy stuff. I like dark and angry, me! By the code, you're a prolific songster, Roy! Are you giging in Cardiff soon?
Mitch πŸ™‚

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nice guy (posted on: 04-06-10)
with tanx to rhymezone

I think everything is okay my dreams take me far away blue skies as far as I can see that's the order of the day singing along to the beat of the tune with the birds and bees flying high guess I'm not going very far today just gonna be a nice guy Thought I had to work for the man but that's tomorrow not today with him demanding all that blood and sweat and trying to lead me astray don't want to hear his battle cry and his young demanding poets guess I'm not going very far today just gonna be a nice guy They pay me for my soul and everything because they want my advice about life and death and what their dreams mean all for a bargain price this nice guy keeps on singing no matter how loud the shout today. I wont reply guess I'm not going very far today just gonna be a nice guy They pay me to give it all away guess it's because I've got hell to pay don't want to think about anybody or anything like my action replay this nice guy keeps on singing no matter how loud the shout today. I wont reply guess I'm not going very far today just gonna be a nice guy
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pdemitchell on 05-06-2010
nice guy
Hi Roy - not too deep but a nice bounce tho 'no matter how loud the shout today' kinda didnae work for me - I'd have to hear it sung out I suppose - Cheerz! mitch

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Tell me you're dreams (posted on: 21-05-10)
Tell me you're dreams

Tell me you're dreams gimme you're mission a million songs by you're desicion Cold life cold death write you're words get in the mirror and rehearse get in line for the disease Well I went down to hell saw wee dude there with them bragging all they could tell lord so many faces with the new year forgetting to care I'm just looking for that long lost friend not a writer, narrator or a poet who makes up and pretends someone I can love right to the bitter end Brick by brick I'm climbing to you're jail I'm telling everybody everybody sing out let it hail don't sit back start you're fire forget money love with all you're desire I cry when I think of you I took it on the chin took it in the heart now I'm just standing looking for some kinda truth watching saturday night tv looking for the answer that keeps us apart All I can see is men fighting babies born to an unforgiving world mothers lost in all their crying as they wrap their sons sins in fools gold Elaine killed her biggest fan the bitch couldn't stand to be out done by a tin fluten band an ameteur dramatic with no cash in the cotton wool her babies given away to the governments shoals
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sirat on 25-05-2010
Tell me youre dreams
I really came in to alert you to a constant spelling mistake that readers are likely to find very irritating: 'you're' is an abbreviation for 'you are', 'your' is the word that means 'belonging to you'. Hence the title means 'you are dreams' and lines within the lyrics mean 'you are desicion (which is another typo), 'write you are words', 'forget money love with all you are desire' and 'I'm climbing to you are jail'.

While I'm here (and I'm very aware that I'm no expert) it seems to me that two things a song lyric would need would be regularity of such things as rhyme and the number of stresses per line (so that individual verses can be fitted to the melody) and also some immediacy with regard to meaning, as we are only going to hear it sung once, we won't have time to analyse it on the page. To me this piece seems a bit too complicated and irregular to work well as a song lyric, but others may disagree.

I hope this is some help.

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Hi Sirat thanks for your crit, I could give you a million reasons for the bad grammar.
Anyways Sir here ya go just for you.

RODEL


pleased to meet I'm royrodel (posted on: 21-05-10)
pleased to meet I'm royrodel

Well, good hunting Stalker let's do this for the children you never had Take a little bit of courage search in the place when you were mad pleased to meet I'm royrodel get it on just be glad Well, good hunting all you shoppers let's do this for you're consciene a little more debt for the takers as a little snow confuses science pleased to meet I'm royrodel shimmy up gonna be your next aquaintance Well,good luck politicians let's cover up your next lie take all our money for your porn why don't you get drunk and just die pleased to meet I'm royrodel strike a match listen to the children cry Well, good day mister bag man You see there's to many thing's going wrong mother earth is melting,waiting for the big bang listening on the corner to every song pleased to meet I'm royrodel hope you're not at the infirmary hope you get back to where you belong Well, good news to you all you see I got a letter how you think it read I scratched at my soul hope you don't get a letter saying you're gal is dead pleased to meet I'm royrodel give me a solution and reason then maybe we'll break bread Well,when I look into your mind I see hope and glory and a mind restrained so many devils are crying drinking gin and looking for someone to blame pleased to meet I'm royrodel and it's hard to hold it together you're my my God given dame Well, when I see you next time don't tell me we can't communicate tie my hands behind my back look into my song and relate pleased to meet I'm royrodel I know it's hard to give peace a chance sacrafice your God, just relate You tempted yourself with all that desire from the past but everything you tried to dream,you better grab it fast around the corner is where you wanna be seeing things that no one sees listen now to there goal stand up to the fire in your soul
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living in the same world as me and you (posted on: 21-05-10)
living in the same world as me and you

Bill's on the doorstep, wanting what's mine the rich man taking, my shoe shine days all the same, got no great escape my hands are tied with all this red tape Street's almost empty, cats on the prowl trying to fit in with it,trying not to howl I was fooled by fools,walked down their path wanted their perfect image and their ghostly death I was born in debt,was in debt before and all they give me, is all this war confused hearts and minds,dead and dying seas selling pills and potions, discomfort and unease Well, I wander into the darkness to hear the call show me your soul, I've seen it all paupers drunk on lonliness, millionaires too living in the same world as me and you Angel eyed kids begging,charlie ching seducing half way in, half way out,shaking bones,second hand burnout lonely me ,lonely you,it's what we fall into like our hard earned pay,on your knees and pray I have a dream,that one day you will call me black ever since time began they've hated Mic and Mac hated Israelite and Muslim with every anxiety attack tombstone living, tombstone death,checkmate with every breath You tempted yourself with all that desire from the past but everything you tried to dream,you better grab it fast around the corner is where you wanna be,seeing things that no one sees listen now to there goal,stand up to the fire in your soul Well I got dealt the ace of jokers with barrels of bad luck bought candy made for smokers, was left for a sitting duck don't want to think of before,don't want to hear no roar take your money buy a big house or take the floor They say my minds not right 'cause I won't read or recite their tabloid headlines, shout for their cause, obey their laws all the emptiness that shines on threw living in the same world as me and you
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pdemitchell on 21-05-2010
living in the same world as me and you
Yep, Roy, I can hear all that working well in a number of song formats "I was fooled by fools,walked down their path
wanted their perfect image and their ghostly death" being the one that works for me! mitch πŸ™‚

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my clown in disguise (posted on: 10-05-10)
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the sun going down, days gone so, so gone phone rings, she say 'when you coming home' When my heads not clear you know I say I say, you,you live the blues you live the blues my clown in disguise You know I listen to radio, Jimmy and you you keep calling, for a penny or two but penny don't matter give you a million pennies, don't do nothing you know I say I say you,you live the blues you live the blues my clown in disguise I see clawing souls, who dream of God talk of revolution, searching for freedom but freedom don't matter give you a million freedoms,don't do nothing you know I say I say you,you live the blues you live the blues my clown in disguise Only if we get it together, with pain and fear roll the dice will that do tell me something tell me something new you know I say I say you,you live the blues you live the blues my clown in disguise So you do what you do, ready to up and go leave me no, no, sunshine blame the leper man blame all the abuse you know I say I say you,you live the blues you live the blues my clown in disguise
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stormwolf on 13-05-2010
my clown in disguise
Hi Roy,
I am not very good at critiquing lyrics always sounds better sung..so...when are we getting to hear it?
Alison x


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hear ya go

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pdemitchell on 14-05-2010
my clown in disguise
A Bob Dylan feel to the words and i can almost hear the music too. Prompted me to post some lyrics too!

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stormwolf on 31-05-2010
my clown in disguise
sounding good Roy, sounding good!
Alison x

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Mister and misses celebrity (posted on: 26-04-10)
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Mister and misses celebrity they're stealing from you,stealing from me plastic cards and plastic face got themselves to a higher place preaching out like a TV God standing in front of the firing squad got their place in society mister and misses celebrity Well, they're chasing the fame,they're searching for souls they're dinking cocktails and tea from your bowl saying nothing like drop the bomb perfect smile and hair without the comb they don't cry any crocodile tears they just want to hear the cheers 'not about you,it's about me' said mister to misses celebrity Mister and misses celebrity they eat oysters all for free buy a small country, wipe out disease no need for thankyou, no need for please being first at a head on crash taking all your hard earned cash canned laughter because they're not witty Mister and misses celebrity Well,the wind is howlin'somewhere down on them' said mister to misses, we got fortune we got fame no time for love, just paint it bright just give them harmony,just for one night mister can't stand it he looks for a rope misses calls reception for perfumed soap 'what's good for you is good for me' said mister to misses celebrity Well, in their world of egocentricity Mister and misses celebrity are getting older with every sunrise painting their faces with a new disguise they're on the next payroll,screwing the unemployed making sure you see them,as you end up paranoid stealing your reason to believe,love and dignity we all love mister and misses celebrity
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pdemitchell on 26-04-2010
Mister and misses celebrity
Yup - enjoyable lyrics that metres better than the previous. Line 2 second verse could do with a tweak as it's really forced: may I humbly suggest in the haemorrhoid vein of reality TV shows: "they're planting cameras in your toilet bowl" Just a thort.

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stormwolf on 26-04-2010
Mister and misses celebrity
Well done Roy.
It makes my mind boggle that more people do not actually 'see' what's happening. The masses are getting sidetracked and mesmerised by reality TV and tuning into how other's live..maybe then they will not see what's happening to this God forsaken country. Plastic models with ugly insides...greed everywhere...
makes me sick to see who we have come to idolise...
you caught it well here Roy, you nailed it.
Alison x

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Gee on 27-04-2010
Mister and misses celebrity
I've never really understood why people seem to idolise celebraties. If someone does something important, like come up with a cure for disease or bring peace to a warring country, they would have my respect, but that's a different thing.
We now have celebrities who are famous for being famous - Paris Hilton, for example. It confuses me, honestly.
I think it's very cleverly written and I hope you can match the music with it to create a song.


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the unforgiving blues (posted on: 12-04-10)
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We're walking the same dirty streets brothers hating sisters before they meet some riding shotgun in the back seat I'll have a whiskey neat We're only together when the teardrops start teachers telling kids their not so smart telling them about the calorie chart I'll just listen to mozart We're out searching for something to play politicians like criminals say what they say they're begging for the light in you're day I'll just practice heresy We're living the lie pointing shame and blame nurses stealing from the terminally insane as they search for a dealer in cocaine I'll just sing and entertain We're trying to justify the fame and greed preachers preaching it's all you need roses and heaven in the next life guaranteed I'll just suck on birdseed We're hiding behind the fools atom bomb madmen drugging women and their womb mumbling inhibitions and the twenty third pslam I'll just follow the metronome We're watching the same reason to believe crying babies crying for compassionate leave hating every moment as they learn to decieve I'll just remember to say please We're crying and buying with the dying pound bankmen's wive's selling you what you've found soft spoken as you drive your run around I'll just wait to be crowned We're living and dying in the unforgiving blues fortune tellers and priests telling us to choose the size of our fortune the size of our noose I'll just tie my own shoes
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pdemitchell on 12-04-2010
the unforgiving blues
I like the rappy bounce feel to the first three lines of each verse and shortened fourth line which pegs the rhythm back in a refrain. Good as poetry (bar the odd typo) but I can almost hear it crackling over a drawly Tom Waitsy piano backing track.... mitch πŸ™‚

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tanx but it's alot more simple than that.
the 3 chord wonders.

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stormwolf on 16-04-2010
the unforgiving blues
A real touch of the Alex Harvey I feel .
I enjoyed it.
Alison x

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pdemitchell on 21-04-2010
the unforgiving blues
Yup a top-whack cracking backing track that does what it sez on the rin tin tin. I like it. A lot. mitch πŸ™‚

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They taught me shame (posted on: 29-03-10)
They taught me shame

They taught me shame instead of my name year after year they keep trying to tame and stamp out the flame I owe them nothing not even my pride they keep calling just for me to proclaim and give them the fame making me law abiding panic stricken and terrified I've talked to your Dylan and Bolan listened to news told by black woman So many nameless, so many famous listened to laughers and gaffers living to entertain taking drugs to ease pain we don't toast nothing that needs respect rolling another doobie so it doesn't affect asking the bankman for more credit showing him your heart and all your reciepts as you start a fight with your reason to belive for our children we hope not to grieve but gimme it all I'll take the pain afterall it's just another day They taught me shame instead of my name year after year they keep trying to tame and stamp out the flame I owe them nothing not even my pride they keep calling just for me to proclaim and give them the fame making me law abiding panic stricken and terrified Curse me today and tomorrow if it eases the pain and sorrow but are you where you want to be in your love sick sea counting minutes hours days you've died a thousand times criticising song and rhyhme there's no truth in what your told tell yourself, you'll never be controlled looking for power and lottery gold I'm hiding behind the suns reflection because you fell into the trap looking for love and affection is it the way I sound or look forget me it still gets to you put another head in your scrapbook They taught me shame instead of my name year after year they keep trying to tame and stamp out the flame I owe them nothing not even my pride they keep calling just for me to proclaim and give them the fame making me law abiding panic stricken and terrified Open your curtains someone's eating onion 'cause they can ready to blow away strife and life some people bow to violence and the knife so paint your lips comb your hair tell me you can't find nothing to wear demand pounds and dollars shout and curse and swear fill your heart with vanity,greed and spite turn on the tv channel hop all night you don't see what I see one of us is blind looking at the universe and the corners of our mind grit your teeth one more time for Dylan, Bolan and the rest of mankind They taught me shame instead of my name year after year they keep trying to tame and stamp out the flame I owe them nothing not even my pride they keep calling just for me to proclaim and give them the fame making me law abiding panic stricken and terrified
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pdemitchell on 06-04-2010
They taught me shame
Hi Roy - this is definitely Dylan with a touch of the Eagles via the Band and the Doobie Broothers. Any chance of putting it to music on audio? You probably know that Bob Dylan took his name from Dylan Thomas in honour of the man's poetry. It has so many digs at so many targets where the Joni Mitchell do you start? Check out my stab at (c) rap in Death in a Drive by - Regards Mitch (former bassist for the Heavy Quartet and Fire Down Below).

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here ya go

pdemitchell on 06-04-2010
They taught me shame
Heh! Nice one! Different and very very long. I really dug the guitar and those off-beat piano figures swirling through - that was definitely Faust! a minor point though: it could do with shorter gaps between the verses maybe or something coming in to keep the interest like fragments of voices, lines, some in reverse etc but I love this kind of stuff! Cheers! Mitch

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You quoted the Band, Dylan etc. imo the length of the song is the only similarity to the aforementioned,
but then this is UKA and it's not the first time I've cracked open a bottle of wine, raided the cheese and crackers logged on and had an evenings entertainment.
I do empathise with your comments but hey aint that why we've got the BBC.

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where did the wise men go (posted on: 29-03-10)
just some blues with thanx to Joe Bonamassa

no man inspires me no more gotta listen to lying fools preaching greed and spite as they make our rules where did the wise men go I wish there was another way justice broken up like melting snow time ticking another just died everything broken in the cold where did the wise men go looking at someone like you how can you look at me and pretend there's nothing wrong how long will the innocent be free where did the wise men go I'm so damned and lonely just for knowing what I know lady, lady I've been shot in the third degree counting sand watching oceans ebb and flow where did the wise men go The promised land and a refugee are calling in the dark of night as I sit here and do nothing waitng for my shining knight where did the wise men go As I keep everyone satisfied don't listen to this fool who keeps his heatache all disguised n' ready for death and a second hand duel where did the wise men go
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Writers of the world unite (posted on: 15-01-10)
welcome to your next 10 years this is also titled Auld lang syne

I must've written a million words been spat at by all the mockingbird's but I can dance to the senseless beat don't matter about two left feet now did you try to pray today for the nightmares to go away but I can listen to the tolling bell looking for a place to dwell there's to much wrong not enough right double dealing all done in spite selling feelings in every town and you're children to the crown can't you forget about you're failure and do something for the pure like stop making your bombs and all those unmarked tombs it's up to you it's up to me don't just sit there and disbelieve Writers of the world unite then one day we just might hear the cying in their call understand the writing on the wall Hollywood tried to sell me the speed I just had to watch to get my release the wars, and the buffalo stampede never quite sunk in as it shouted from the tv foreign cuisine tainted with pink seaweed just wasn't fish and chips cooked in grease telling me words like nigga and dirty half breed and you're a problem if you speak Chinese spewing words like boardwalk and tumbleweed good hunting Stalker let's do this for the children you never had Take a little bit of courage search in the place when you were mad pleased to meet I'm royrodel get it on just be glad Writers of the world unite then one day we just might hear the cying in their call understand the writing on the wall a national anthem that started with greed and multi billionaires with eveything decreed but I'm just looking for that long lost friend not a writer, narrator poet who makes up and pretends someone I can love right to the bitter end Brick by brick I'm climbing to you're jail I'm telling everybody sing out let it hail don't sit back start you're fire forget money love with all you're desire good day mister bag man You see there's to many thing's going wrong mother earth is melting,waiting for the big bang listening on the corner to every tale tell pleased to meet I'm royrodel I remember long ago so, long long ago hope you'll heid the call hope you sign your name on the wall Writers of the world unite then one day we just might hear the cying in their call understand the writing on the wall
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stormwolf on 17-01-2010
Writers of the world unite
A very worthwhile call...
this modern world is in transition...so much corruption..it's mind numbing
Alison

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ole Glasgow toon (posted on: 21-12-09)
with tanx to rhymezone

Down in the shop door way his face is covered with a baseball cap his mugshot shows a face when he was societys menace played the game, fell into the trap he was what he'd done, he was outcast he only knew how to take it on the chin goes to the pub trampling over the broken slabs when an advert from a passing bus is begging him to join in he trips forgets the the glossy cartoon as someone cries the distant sirens play their common tune in ole Glasgow toon As the street lights shine down ,the cop monkeys around and she asks for some dope and something to get her through the night 'you're kidding' the bartender says goes into a daze just wanting to be polite and as the wet snow is falling the cop is quickly heading for the front door she passes him,he quickly hides his face knowing she's out to even the score she smiles and say's ' good afternoon' as the balls break in the muffle from the pool saloon in ole Glasgow toon A miner sits all on his own says he'll pay of his loan sometime in the spring the bus crashes,filling their minds with doubt the bartender jumps and begins to shout ' do you know what it's all about' then the cop appears in the front door smoking a doobie from some foreign land while the spotted faced schoolboy says 'fill her up', 'gimme a smile and the house brand' swaying to the duke box tune it all happened so soon in ole Glasgow toon The bouncer heard the man cough eyeing him up like a psychopath and the nurse got rough she tried to offer the man some pills said ' take the blue ones to get your thrill' he said 'that aint enough' then he went away to buy some cigars while piano tuner was just a bunch of nerves he passed the seat that the cop had taken on her table was vinegar and h'orderves he noticed the plastic spoon as the office party played with yellow balloons in ole Glasgow toon He felt like he was going to be sick but the cop was stoned as she tried to lick the buttered scone she sat there on her throne he was well out of his comfort zone then everyone turned their head as a half empty tumbler smashed into ten million pieces the soldier and the sailor were grappling on the floor they were just waiting for the police the bouncer felt a little immune as the air hostess ordered another blue lagoon in ole Glasgow toon As the snow slowly turned to ice the miner decided to pay the price in the pool saloon his conscience said 'it's not to late you can't drink it all stand up be straight save up your pieces of eight' then the sailor scratched the soldiers face as the steeple clocks chimed and the cop said 'I'll have you' meanwhile he's hiding in the function suite where the piano tuner says ' my pensions over due so go back where you belong I've got no fortune' in ole Glasgow toon
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Life in a day (posted on: 21-12-09)
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We came together, In the loneliness of the night, You looked at me and thought to yourself, You thought, girl you just might, Catch my soul, Tell me about your goals, Then we ran together, Ran together, Ran together without fear, Then we learned to love, And we lived to love, We learned to live with each other, Year after year. Then our first child was born, We put her on a pedestal, And we did adorn her, When she was born the angels in the sky, They played an orchestra of sound, Then we were bound, To each other, I was her father you were her mother, And she grew, Then we knew, What we had to do. Your mother, she loved her so, Your father wanted to buy her a foal, Then he died, Then he died, Then we cried, Her grand pappy he up and died, But he never lied, He wanted to buy her that foal, Now he just looks after soul, He looks after her soul, He says and he sees, As she's been there, He looks after her life, He cares about her cares, He cares about her cares. Now her grandmamma, She just cares about her soul, She loves her more than anyone will know, Her grandma she's so proud, Her grandma just speaks her mind, Her grandma she's in her mind. Then my son was born, My lover gave me an heir, And I was torn, between a rock and a hard place, When I saw his face, I looked to the sky and I bowed, I bowed down to my knees in grace, I thanked who would ever listen, One day soon we'd be going fishing, Then I went away, To make my pay, To live for the day, I seen him sigh, And I heard him cry, I lived the lie. I fought someone else's goal, Fought someone else's war, Paid for my inhibitions, Took their tune on board, And I swore, I'd fight for their cause from the core, Of my soul, I took on board their goal, And lost my mind, Lost my mind in their time, Made my self blind, I couldn't see, What they were doing to me, Made every excuse, Took all their abuse, Looked into their mind, To find, Something knew, Something true. My daughter and my son's life went on, And I was gone, I was gone, Yeah I was gone, I was gone, I was gone, I was gone, Twenty years later I've changed my mind, 'Cause what they promised me I could not find, I could not find, Then in a moment I realized, All their lies, All the lies they told to me All the lies they wanted me to believe, I looked around me and I saw what I saw, I saw reality, in the raw, My son had grown, My son had grown, He was proud and strong, He was a man now, His childhood I'd never known, His childhood I'd never known. Then my daughter followed me, Every where I went, Every thing I'd seen, Every letter I sent, She wanted to be me, I thought to my mind, Why can this be, She loves me, She loves me yeah, She loves me, She loves me yeah, She loves me, And as I told you for a while, A long long while, I did not care, But she love's me, She fills my soul, She gives me reggae and rock 'n' roll, She loves me. And some where ailing the way, One fine summers day, She met her man, She met her man, He said ' I can, Give it all to you, You just come with me, And we'll do what we do, We'll do what we do, They got married within the year, Her hurt and pain was my only fear, Only fear. But he was, And he is, he is a good man, And can say he is so sincere, He's a good man , He's so sincere, He helped me with my fear, Helped me with my fear, Time rolled by, And I looked at my wife, I looked at my maiden, Then my child she became a maiden, She was laden with child, She was laden with children, She was laden with children, Two of them inside her. And I cried , And I cried, As one of them died, Yeah one of them died, But I picked up his soul, I thought about his goals, I gave him a name, In the pouring rain, And I thought to myself, Wee Dude, Wee Dude, Wee Dude, Wee Dude, You never seen my smile, Natures hand seen to that, Her bitter breath rotten and vile, As she sits in all her glory grotesque and fat. Wee Dude, All we've got left are the dreams that were going to take us high, I heard the news from my lover, Now we're left with a tear in our eye, Yeah, it would 've been good if you could have become a sister or a brother. Wee Dude, All your sounds once pure and clear, You'll never see the rainbow, You'll never know what we wanted you to hear, You'll never see the rivers clear waters as they flow. Wee Dude, We can never come home to you, Pure innocence, pure and sweet, We gotta carry on and do what we do, Your body and soul so incomplete. Wee Dude, This ain't goodbye, I'll see you around, Excuse me while I sit here and cry, Safe journey until your home safe and sound. I'll be with you soon child, As the world goes, Round and round and round, Your sister was born, We called her small dark celtic, She's proud and she's strong, Like you in spirit, I can see that your with her now, And she will merit, Every thing that you should have been, To me she's the queen, Wee Dude, your the king and she's the queen, Life goes on so they say, But sooner or later we're sitting in somebodies bay.
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just for your attention (posted on: 11-12-09)
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I was falling down from the dizzy heights praying to make some kinda difference on the road to you my lover in the shadow of northern lights I know no one believes in God anymore but I just can't accept I'm a hypocrites apprentice you know girl I so sorry that you wept Woman, I'll commit every sin, I'll even change my name forget my kin, forget my song live like a pauper, wash your feet, forget right and wrong just for your attention, a look would be enough Oh I'm out there preaching and justifying she's my angel to her it's all the same living with the lonley and conceited because they need someone to blame There's a world dying, crying so many tears as you raise your sweet innocent ones in this land of confusion,jealousy and spite You're the brightest star, shinning like the sun Woman, I'll commit every sin, I'll even change my name forget my kin, forget my song live like a pauper, wash your feet, forget right and wrong just for your attention, a look would be enough I know the writings on the wall Woman, I'll commit every sin, I'll even change my name forget my kin, forget my song live like a pauper, wash your feet, forget right and wrong just for your attention, a look would be enough But I'll keep trying to break on through I'll keep trying to break on through I'll keep trying to break on through I'll keep trying to break on through oh I'll keep trying to break on through oh I'll keep trying to break on through I'll keep trying to break on through all faces of men and double dealing I know the writings on the wall it's just the way I'm feeling the God's are calling to my soul I'll keep trying to break on through as the blind follow the blind no place left to hide in the corners of my mind all the wasted souls in the vinyard of fruitless goals clocks ticking wasted time no mountain's left to climb I'll keep trying to break on through
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the next war (posted on: 07-12-09)
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It was wrong so wrong as the sound of greed drowned out her song a million dead bodies on the tv flies and stench just appeared mysteriously Now this is the story of the next war the thing that they pretend to abhor fighting for peace on the run just a reason to sell bombs and guns for a war that can never be won They called our kids marines, dressed 'em all in brown told your son and his friends you're doing it for the crown you don't wanna be a dole queue clown they had no idea what life was all about Now this is the story of the next war the thing that they pretend to abhor fighting for peace on the run just a reason to sell bombs and guns for a war that can never be won All the politicians with their promises and lies buy advertsments for you to despise your sons were sent to wars and one of them died we gotta get it together and stop living the lie Now this is the story of the next war the thing that they pretend to abhor fighting for peace on the run just a reason to sell bombs and guns for a war that can never be won Your son will be in his own time zone he'll sleep all day moan and groan but for pitys sake don't condone your granddaughters and grandsons let them live the life you've won because whats done is done Now this is the story of the next war the thing that they pretend to abhor fighting for peace on the run just a reason to sell bombs and guns for a war that can never be won
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artisus on 08-12-2009
the next war
Do not worry. If we deserve a war, there will be war. And we certainly deserve it. Sheeple we are, aren't we.




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stormwolf on 09-12-2009
the next war
Sobering thoughts indeed.
Alison

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Seven more days (posted on: 04-12-09)
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Your voice is like the morning lark dancing as she sings as I rise from my slumber to the comfort that it brings but you only give me so many chances as you push and shove you want a man who'll die for you and give you all his love Seven more days on the road seven more days fighting the cold in loves great show Your daddy died trying there's no flowers at his grave he lived a life of sacrafice like the black man enslaved I asked him for your hand in his never changing mood as I sit in all my glory in the place where his forefathers stood Seven more days on the road seven more days fighting the cold in loves great show Your brother plays with scorpions like your momma and your tribe you never watch or read the news you've got no place to hide and your desire knows no limits your mind can never be attacked but your heart is over flowing calling for light in the dark Seven more days on the road seven more days fighting the cold in loves great show
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e-griff on 04-12-2009
Seven more days
It's hard to judge this off the page. Much of it (descriptive phrases) I like, but in several places the rhythm seemed confused and stopped me in my tracks, it sounded very awkward. So I tried to sing it to myself (in the correct accent - or at least my attempt at it (Jimmy! πŸ™‚ ) - so 'mood' and 'stood' worked, as did 'attacked' and 'dark'!)

I'd like to hear an audio if you ever got round to it.

best JohnG

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hi johny g
well this one is kinda growing on me
it was produced by vinnie and he's a mad drummer
the violin was played by a 14 yr old acne faced genious

just for you

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e-griff on 09-12-2009
Seven more days
Thankyou ...

Crazy! okay, gottit

I like the violin - really good - touch of the Yann Tiersen's about it ...

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he just took his medicine to relieve their pain (posted on: 23-10-09)
tune tombstone blues

the children of god are getting ready for the famine the masters of Gods are now going to examine the meaning of life on the top of the mountain but the students still believe in re-incarnation It was a million to one shot in tv's arena dancers washed with rose petals to make them leaner who sold their fur coats to the double dealer in hope that he'll mention them to Pavlovas producers Jimmy drove his taxi in the hail and rain picked up mothers who were visiting the terminally insane he just took his medicine to relieve their pain Now the karaoke judges slept over until Saturday night selling king Robbie who came back with a fright but the ladies were looking for a dashing white knight as we drank and wanted to believe in second sight The jury of twelve couldn't make up their mind numbers says 'hang em high' if you'd be so kind nine right wingers agreed, three just had to resign they kept yelling 'the poisoned drink made him blind' Jimmy drove his taxi in the hail and rain picked up mothers who were visiting the terminally insane he just took his medicine to relieve their pain Well the accountant groped paper and his leaking pen took bets on Jesus and someone called Zen and said to the greedy gambler 'not you agian. I aint no prophet, shake my hand say amen' the greedy gambler said 'give me what's yours' I need her majesty's pounds in tens and scores to help Florence's party and bandage their sores dead and dying far away on some foreign shore Jimmy drove his taxi in the hail and rain picked up mothers who were visiting the terminally insane he just took his medicine to relieve their pain The stag nights party's propaganda machine was alive again, It had produced a poster that explained the pain, It was bright, had no caption, not one refrain, Something they thought was wonderful even if insane, It represented simply drink it all don't live sober, be wreckless, unforgiving, faceless just like the abuser It was four yards wide and over four metre It was big, built by a losing competitor Jimmy drove his taxi in the hail and rain picked up mothers who were visiting the terminally insane he just took his medicine to relieve their pain someone called Paul Jones was disgraceful on the radio he promised to play songs of love and sorrow so I put all my children in my wheel barrow he made me look for my bow and arrow but dylan said hey so he's no good we all know it aint in white men's blood cry him a river, he's damned up his flood no, no no no, he aint from the mud Jimmy drove his taxi in the hail and rain picked up mothers who were visiting the terminally insane he just took his medicine to relieve their pain Now the pilots whiskey is drunk and drunk in style even foreign cigarettes are smoked for a while giving adult politics pride and a false smile but the baby Moses was found on the Nile Now I wish I could write you a melody so plain That could hold you dear lady from going insane That could ease you and cool you and cease the pain Of your useless and pointless knowledge Jimmy drove his taxi in the hail and rain picked up mothers who were visiting the terminally insane he just took his medicine to relieve their pain                                                         
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long, lost dead Gods (posted on: 16-10-09)
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Twenty hours Twenty hours Twenty, people making their way home making their way home from the world that devours crying children, crying children, laughing children playing trampling in the garden trampling in the garden of withered flowers Lottery shouts Lottery shouts I rise up from my slumber,to the tolling bell tolling bell politicians and priests,hungry for power,their short lives falling down short lives falling down she's looking just like a Godess as she kisses me goodbye kisses me goodbye in dawns light,under the meteor shower The falling white star falling white star the grandfather looks into the heavens sending his love sending his love to his beloved children who look to him who look to him for inspiration The grandfather is crying but still determine to take their pain They put them down put them down they were flicking between the tv and the truth the postman collapsed the postman collapsed with his heavy, heavy load I seen her in hell seen her in hell and I just had to break,break on through with my bleeding hands breaking out the path to her lonley road I searched in my mind searched in my mind I walked in the valley of despair with the glare still dragging my eyes into the great beyond circus clowns circus clowns and followers of warfare were reading the love letters that I'd sent to you The long green grass long green grass where parents are crying the massive universe massive universe that happened to soon the littered streets littered streets where you can see her trying where marching bands parade to the beat of a different tune She shouts his name shouts his name so much time gone, the persecuter is calling under street lamps under street lamps, morning dew and church pews she's praying to God praying to God to know what his mind is telling he's lifting her up and she's smiling at the whisper of his news He bows his head bows his head says, so you want liberation, with nothing to lose nothing to lose something that's certain, like a song from the birds you're brother is dying you're brother is dying, either release him from starvation or on your knees keep praying to your long, lost dead Gods Time will tell Time will tell stories of goodness and of a pure driven heart pure driven heart blessings and goodness in a time when we restore the fall restore the fall and we'll be all together under one loving law embracing the king and queen of heaven
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Lovingman (posted on: 05-10-09)
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Giving on the corner,all your love as the voice of the party who listened to what you said is searching yesterday's gone into your debt you keep on hearing how everything is upset your begging tin over flowing you keep asking what drives us apart somewhere deep inside your aching heart Lovingman sing the loving tune night,morning and afternoon Yeah, yeah Lovingman Eager are the lonely to let out a cry you're always there as you try again and again acting out the situation, everybodies breaking bread in their future full of dread, you just feel the pain as you ask the question because they wont talk loving your enemies as you walk the talk Lovingman sing the loving  tune night,morning and afternoon Yeah, yeah Lovingman You love all the worlds, animals, birds and the bees you see what no one sees as the full moon rises you're living in the devils hell just because you care, expecting revelation and all it's suprises talking to the mayor, talking to the kids with no name you fall to your broken knees, and ask to take the blame Lovingman sing the loving tune night,morning and afternoon Yeah, yeah Lovingman Well, you ask all the chosen prophets fish in all the baggage from your past and your arrogant teachers in the twinkling of an eye in the darkness of night televisionman could've carved out your features sleeping with your ancetsors, proteceted with their grace with one eye open looking,searching,asking in outer space Lovingman sing the loving tune night,morning and afternoon Yeah, yeah Lovingman
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the spirits of my ancestors (posted on: 25-09-09)
thoughts of a Scotsman

who am I to read out loud to complain and snarl in a land so foul I listened to my hearts full of gold calling to my God and my satan babies born, babies dead and the persecuter within full of dread there was a time before my religion where I settle when I sleep a place of family, harmony and unity where I'm warm and sing with my kin who show me beauty in all my being they kick and punch and pamper me call out my name, get my attention give me directions back to the tree the spirits of my ancestors talking to me
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My spirit is on fire (posted on: 25-09-09)
thoughts of a Scotsman

the healer said she'd heal me someone spoke in tongues death was their future as plows were made into guns My mothers are shaman talking to old Geordie they put me on the run to fight for the right My spirit is on fire I don't want this responsibility my taxi driver was called Dennis he said ' it's up to you to take us higher' Souls being sold then sold again no sense of morality false, dying ideals as they add to the pain give a few pounds to the spiritualist economy Make up your mind just get it done if you'd be so kind show me the way home
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stormwolf on 25-09-2009
My spirit is on fire
Hello Roy πŸ˜‰
I loved the thoughts in this poem. I am not sure if I am interpreting it correctly, though. The first stanza speaks of looking for the answer for your inner fire but when you say 'death was their future' are you saying that in spite of all they had to offer in the way of spiritual gifts they did not know?

I felt you used the taxi driver analogy in the third stanza to highlight the old saying that it's funny that those who have all the answers are either cutting hair or driving taxis.

It also speaks to me of having confirmation of the realisation of the inner spiritual fire (that I share) by ordinary people not 'experts.'
the fourth stanza speaks to me of the many rips off that can exist within the 'new age' movement.

The last speaks of frustration and the yearning to return to spirit (well how I see it πŸ˜‰ )

I did find the poem a bit awkward to read as the rhythm kept changing and I felt the longer lines were out of sync with the shorter ones but I did enjoy it nevertheless.
Alison

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stormwolf on 25-09-2009
My spirit is on fire
oops I did not mention I got the significance of ploughs being made into guns...but still curious about if you feel they let you down?

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Hi Alison





I loved the thoughts in this poem. I am not sure if I am interpreting it correctly, though. The first stanza speaks of looking for the answer for your inner fire but when you say 'death was their future' are you saying that in spite of all they had to offer in the way of spiritual gifts they did not know?





Yes


they amaze themselves as they play at being God, conjouring demons that fool them to the point where they deny prophecy


old and new.





I felt you used the taxi driver analogy in the third stanza to highlight the old saying that it's funny that those who have all the answers are either cutting hair or driving taxis.





No


the taxi driver ( name changed to protect the innocent} is a highly respected member of the spiritualist movement who frequently asks my advice.





It also speaks to me of having confirmation of the realisation of the inner spiritual fire (that I share) by ordinary people not 'experts.'





No i've had this since childhood, the fire I speak of is coming from my ancestors





the fourth stanza speaks to me of the many rips off that can exist within the 'new age' movement.





Yes , the cross my palm with silver and read all about me in the local rag thing.





The last speaks of frustration and the yearning to return to spirit





No, I am as we all are in spirit from birth, it's not something that ever leaves you, spirit influences everything, we live in 2 dimensions, we have 2 bodies physical and spiritual that need nurtured, 2 minds physical and spiritual that need educated





oops I did not mention I got the significance of ploughs being made into guns...but still curious about if you feel they let you down?





They only let themselves down, they have their circles which I never attended and I tell them of it's content they fear truth but then don't we all





A gift for you


Respect all things as holy things.


Respect all people as holy people.


Respect yourself as a holy person.


Respect your mind as holy.


Respect your body as holy.


Pay deep respect to all people, no matter what kind of person they may be. As a child, be respectful towards an elderly person. Think over your words three times before uttering them and always have a humble attitude.





RODEL


p.s.

this is the age of Aquarius

royrodel on 26-09-2009
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I met (posted on: 21-09-09)
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I met a boy who said where are you going when you don't know where you've been I help my junkie mother as the king get's drunk with the queen I met a girl who said have you seen the father through your one good eye of my hungry child starved of a fathers love left in the rat race to curl up and die I met a man who said I didn't wake up wishing to be unhappy so mister Rodel why am I so bad why all the confusion that makes me sad I met a woman who said I thought I was pretty I sold my soul to run in the city I just want my mother and father to give me nothing to prove and get back together and show me their love I met a holy man who said you're dead, on your knees let me get under your skin don't do as I do but do as I say and I'll plan out your sin as he bowed to his idols tipped me a penny crying out from within I met myself tucked up in bed thinking of Luther King and all that he said of brothers and sisters and one family living for each other how can I be like him in all my apathy I guess I've got to give everyone my empathy
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bluesy sound (posted on: 04-09-09)
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Solitaire,Solitaire Solitaire was played by the gaoler and the con and the con solitaire blinding the thoughts of greedy men of greedy men while lonley women smoked pipes and had their palms read had their palms read as their children, cried for freedom in the cold play ground and deaf girls taught the harp to a sad sad crowd as they conned a generation with their bluesy sound with their bluesy sound Seventeen years , seventeen years later they found her in the desert raised by wolves raised by wolves dumped her story on the highest bidder caught a glimpse of her daddy caught a glimpse of her daddy looked at the summer moon and howled and the heart on his sleeve and all the thing's he wanted, like wanting to suffer made him forgive his God made him forgive his God as they conned a generation with their bluesy sound with their bluesy sound Homeward bound,homeward bound from a war he didn't start physically and mentaly scarred from a youth long gone fighting for nothing fighting for the people fighting for the people he just wanted to introduce himself get a wife,start a family and tell how he was innocent and tell how he was innocent it wasn't him they should blame they should shower him in flowers as they they conned a generation with their bluesy sound with their bluesy sound Trying again, trying again ‌in the shop with red yelow black signs she just done what they done to proud to crack or scream to much choice to much choice she missed his interigation being down and loneley, lost in the crowd locked in the temple of her mind locked in the temple of her mind she didn't know the wolverine girl she just done what they done as they they conned a generation with their bluesy sound with their bluesy sound
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cat on 05-09-2009
bluesy sound
Hi Roy πŸ™‚

'Solitaire,Solitaire
Solitaire was played by the gaoler and the con...' I like this very much. Some really great lines methinks. Perhaps an upload? *she hopes for audio pls* πŸ˜€

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here ya go

Jolen on 11-09-2009
bluesy sound
Hi Roy,

Loved the song. It's very effective and I can hear a melody with it, which is lovely. One niggle, 'to much choice' should be 'too'. Other than that, this is a keeper and I'd love to hear it performed. Perhaps at one of the UKA events?

Blessings,
Jolen

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here ya go

Jolen on 08-12-2009
bluesy sound
Well, the sound quality could be better and I'd like to hear your vocals brought up a notch or two but I love the music. It has a real 'Billie Holiday' sound. The vocals could be less Bob Dylan like for my taste, but I still enjoyed it. What sound recorder are you using, if I may ask?

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hi Jolen
well spotted this was a sound check.
it was recorded on tape, it's the only recording I have,
as for the vocals sounding like Dylan I can't see the connection but thanx anyways.
To be likened to Lady Day well thankyou, did you know that Strange Fruit was ignored for years.

RODEL

Jolen on 10-12-2009
bluesy sound
I don't khow if you're familiar with Audacity, but it's a free recording program and all the instructions are there if you'd like to look into it. Here's the link for it for pc's and they have a Mac version too, if you're on that os. I hope it helps.

http://audacity.sourceforge.net/download/windows

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I'm a man, I'm a man (posted on: 07-08-09)
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I watched the sacrafice and his desire to please his sorry grip of reality like he was some disease No not one ever, never, never tried to tell him it wasn't him who'd invented sin He sweated and laboured twelve lonley hours day in, day out on these lonley foriegn shores No not one ever, never, never tried to tell him it wasn't him who'd invented sin He says I'm a man, I'm a man I'll sing a man's song I'm a man, I'm a man I'll sing a man's song I'm a man, I'm a man I'll sing a man's song looking for retribution I'll sing a man's song He gave up his home far, far away and he broke her heart on a cold winter day with all the left out things he had to say and he broke her heart on a cold winter day he gave up his home far, far away He says I'm a man, I'm a man I'll sing a man's song I'm a man, I'm a man I'll sing a man's song I'm a man, I'm a man I'll sing a man's song looking for retribution I'll sing a man's song So he works all day 'till he sees the moon at night one goal one vision in his sight and she wonders what he's doing as he dies a million deaths refusing to go down without a fight He says I'm a man, I'm a man I'll sing a man's song I'm a man, I'm a man I'll sing a man's song I'm a man, I'm a man I'll sing a man's song looking for retribution I'll sing a man's song
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sunken on 07-08-2009
Im a man, Im a man
Hello Mr. Roy. I've no doubt you're a man. I'm currently employing a magnifying glass and hope to verify the same very shortly. Look forward to the audio (if you do one and if my pc will play it).

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got the news this morning (posted on: 20-07-09)
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Well, Davey got his inspiration kicked her in the face it was just another illusion he told me with an embrace then she ripped his left ear off bandaged it gave him a shove I never seen the point of all this hate and love yeah got the news this morning what you think it said it said better keep lookin' ' till your long, long dead. Well Dandy he's in the underworld with his poems and his rhymes counting mixed blessings in someone elses after thought commiting the perfect crime well, Eddie lost his bet polished his car clean it was oysters that he ate he liked to be called Christine he offered me smoke, drink and pills fixed his make up in a flash despised Liberace and his mother as he groomed his pain and anguish yeah got the news this morning what you think it said it said better keep lookin' ' till your long, long dead. Well Dandy he's in the underworld with his poems and his rhymes counting mixed blessings in someone elses after thought commiting the perfect crime Well Andy caught her disease wasted the doctors brain he was just another dirty tease with his lovesick pain he put on his glasses and a little weight ran away to the empty sea got a job as first mate he said in spite it should have been me yeah got the news this morning what you think it said it said better keep lookin' ' till your long, long dead. Well Dandy he's in the underworld with his poems and his rhymes counting mixed blessings in someone elses after thought commiting the perfect crime
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sunken on 21-07-2009
got the news this morning
Hello Mr. Roy. I read this whilst riding a white swan to Telegram Sam's. He's the main man don't ya know? I doubt this has helped. Enjoyed the read.

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you haven't got a clue (posted on: 13-07-09)
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The chaplain preached loud and hoarse the schoolboy's drunk and slightly nervous he isn't Swiss, Greek or Norse the next sixty seconds could mean the Royal Air Force The spirit of Pythagoras groans and spits as Galileo is confused and is forced to admit to arrogance and the dark catholic spirits and Eddie still sits at the head of the table You still say that's unsatisfactory you haven't got a clue sisters reading the dictionary she's up to zoo I'm conjuring up my mind still looking for something new The working man has just been betrayed he joins the union looking to crusade then buys a German switch blade he cries ' two pennies an hour more' The paper bag doctor's confused his eyes are all dried with every mistake he's brushed aside his hairs all gray but it's perfectly dyed calm down it's only what you believe You still say that's unsatisfactory you haven't got a clue sisters reading the dictionary she's up to zoo I'm conjuring up my mind still looking for something new Well I looked for the coral reef all I seen was digested leaves it polluted my neckerchief I looked at the monk The king was called Danny or Dave different interpretations from their graves he'd put your ass on the line if you didn't wave and collapse with laughter You still say that's unsatisfactory you haven't got a clue sisters reading the dictionary she's up to zoo I'm conjuring up my mind still looking for something new Now Davey Lobster never collected stamps he just likes to boogie and stomp once he was a faithful he'd jump and jump just like mister Bo jangles Just like the TV did it make you cry as it roared weak are those who ask why and everyone is guilty everyone is a spy the moon is a balloon You still say that's unsatisfactory you haven't got a clue sisters reading the dictionary she's up to zoo I'm conjuring up my mind still looking for something new
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Mister Nightmare (posted on: 06-07-09)
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I knew a man big Willy, who didn't like you he hated black men and the blues boney faced, starched shirt, leather truncheon and them polished boots he'd seen it all, heard the call but what could I do mister nightmare, mister nightmare, smile Met him giving me detention in ole Ochill I was on the run he looked at me eyes full of rage as he spluttered out he talked of revenge, he talked of revenge as he ordered me to stare mister nightmare, mister nightmare, smile He said the name Rodel,as he smashed my harp all across my cell opened his legs for a better slice, he kicked me in the head he wanted me dead, he wanted me dead as the governer prayed to Jesus 'cause he was nice mister nightmare, mister nightmare, smile He stood you up, shaved your face, gave you his cares It was you and him he spoke of dying, lying, giving, sacraficing, just to get it out he followed his pride, he followed his pride it's been twenty five years but he's not retired mister nightmare, mister nightmare, smile Met him at a parade in Glasgow town he was all alone, I said I know you your big Willy Brown as we listened to the black mans blues he apologized, he apologized before I could criicize mister nightmare, mister nightmare, smile
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Romany on 14-07-2009
Mister Nightmare
I think there's a problem with you switching between 'I' and 'You' throughout which can be confusing to read and renders the poem a little clumsy. I know how hard it is to write song lyrics as I've hard a few goes myself. I am just a learner but I can't help thinking that your work, though posted as song lyrics, are often more akin to poetry.

That said, I think most people can identify with the character you portray here - we've seen him on tv or read of him in books. I did have a problem with him apologising all those years later, at the end. Not sure a character like that would ever apologise, unelss he had been through some major change in his life. Maybe he did.

Meant with respect,

Romany.

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Song for Dylan (posted on: 29-06-09)
had to hurry this one stuck in the sahara somewhwre

Went to the desert, searched for your Isis you never told me she was long gone wrote a song for you Bob Dylan listened to you when I was down thought I had it coming to me you who understands the wind and all as I searched the pyramid city through heaven and all its hell shook hands with the strangers that you met followed the call of your tolling bell but where are you now when I need to ask you there's so much swet on my brow Your words of truth turned to lies don't think we'll meet again you've left that to your brother to stand in the corner and critize So many yeah, yeah so many fools yeah blind following the blind waiting for the judges pardon so they can escape their mind As I walk in search of your Isis the sun beats down she blows my mind the lizards are climbing the painted walls counting heartbeats somewhere in time my eyes are watering, my lips are dry can't quench my thirst on your religion looks like we'll meet when I die you know I'd hate for you to be my mother as I walk through the cactus field I'm just another life watcher waiting 'till my injured mind is healed but Zimmy I can't collect what you want so leave me alone, you just speculate finish your tour, there's nothing left to chant Your words of truth turned to lies don't think we'll meet again you've left that to your brother to stand in the corner and critize So many yeah, yeah so many fools yeah blind following the blind waiting for the judges pardon so they can escape their mind I saw babies drowning, mothers smiling, and fathers mourning, as Isis slumbered in her sleep the desert is empty every grain of sand has it's tears you gave your revelation talking about images and fears wrote a song for you Bob Dylan excuse me for being so bold but I just proved you wrong now I aint no holy man aint got no lover who'll sing my song gonna collect my favours and go down way on down Your words of truth turned to lies don't think we'll meet again you've left that to your brother to stand in the corner and critize So many yeah, yeah so many fools yeah blind following the blind waiting for the judges pardon so they can escape their mind
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Romany on 19-07-2009
Song for Dylan
Couple of noticeable typos: swet = sweat and critize = criticise.

Good lyrics, though I don't anything about song form if you will. Like the idea that it's a message to Bob Dylan. Didn't like the 'way on down' line as it just feels like it's been done (Elvis!) Off to listen to it now.

Romany.

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fitbin on 19-07-2009
Song for Dylan
I really like this,
the song is great
and the lyrics are interesting.

Nice one


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There was a time (posted on: 12-06-09)
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There was a time not so long ago everything went together everything rhymed but now it hurt hurt deep inside so take it easy baby got my shotgun in the dirt 'cause I was born to suffer had nothing but hope with holes in my spirit longing for charity that made me tougher I give you my all I seen death and life walked with every junkie heard the bells toll had letters full of dread tellin' me the sad news but it's you that makes me suffer you that gives me the blues Night turns into day well we had our fun if my mind goes wrong bring my shotgun this way and sing your own song please tell my children what's done is done listen to Bo Didley talkin' about ressurection sell my soul for what you can paint it black with a lynchin' accusation I give you my all I seen death and life walked with every junkie heard the bells toll had letters full of dread tellin' me the sad news but it's you that makes me suffer you that gives me the blues
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Sunken on 12-06-2009
There was a time
Hello Mr. Roy. I think the ending says it all. I'll look out for a possible audio (or should that be 'listen out'?) Ya know what I mean. Hello?

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here ya go sunk
sorry for the delay but everybodies on holiday

RODEL

Sunken on 14-07-2009
There was a time
This is just the ticket, Mr. Roy. How very relaxing. You're much underrated. Do you play all the instruments or are they programmed via computer wizardry? Either way, very impressive.

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I do edit songs via the puter, and I do own a vast library of jam sessions and drum loops
I compile everything on my work, it is very difficult to get other people to understand your ideas
eg 'time on the clock' was a frustrating project because all the peeps just wanted to do their own thing
so I had to mix and remix.
I am fortunate to know computer wizards that give me software that lies idle on my puter.I play what i cant beg steal or borrow, but I'll never be the next Moby.

RODEL



knocking on heavens door (posted on: 04-05-09)
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It snowed at five thirty it closed down almost every road radio doing over time people waiting stranded, waiting to be told but me I was sliding in the street I was listening and singing with Willy Johnstone not one penny to my name like Robert Johnstones heart ,Robert Johnhstones fame stole a smile from Elvis as he sang the old blues sound saw a young immigrant she was homeward bound asked the mayor for his story how to con a generation he said " you be careful I can make or break you son" saying what I think just to even the score one day we'll be knocking knocking on heavens door Well I listened to radio 1 , listened to radio 2 listened to the dj's and all they had to spew I'd heard of Bo Didley but his name they did not speak I can hear his beat calling from the walls in the dirty street there was an old lady with her zimmer remembering when she was fair no one looked in her direction now no one cared her old man died to many years ago she was old and gray and loved by no not one thought I saw Son House going to the burial ground and how he'd wished he'd done a little bit more one day we'll be knocking knocking on heavens door I turned up the speakers, selling my soul waiting for the best deal sold it to the highest bidder but I could no longer feel felt like harpman Norman with nothing left to sell like the country that he lives in no one left to rebel Willy Mctell took his name from someones long forgotten past he just sung the blues like it was second hand they called him a blind nigga and said ' get outta town, you don't belong' nowadays Dylans making money from singing his songs thought I saw Muddy like I thought before he was going down slow one day we'll be knocking knocking on heavens door
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my sweet Linda (posted on: 01-05-09)
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They're rising from the dead, just to have a look at you to steal the sweet dream that I have of you my sweet Linda my sweet Linda Lady it's all obscene all that propoganda You see nothing else matters because I'm in love with you lady people say I'm completely bonkers but it's you that keeps me steady they say it'll rise in the east and bow to you in the west I'm talkin' about the taming of the beast my sweet Linda my sweet Linda Lady it's all obscene all that propoganda Temptation is your middle name your face lights up the dark without you I'd go insane even Noah wanted you in his Ark I'm gonna dig my grave for ever and ever you know I'll be your slave my sweet Linda my sweet Linda Lady it's all obscene all that propoganda Guess you came up the hard way but you were no ones victim I give you all my money give you my pay your as sweet as a kitten you can make me steal make me lie give a little attention and make me sigh my sweet Linda my sweet Linda Lady it's all obscene all that propoganda
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HOME (posted on: 13-04-09)
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They're locking up the imbeciles they're throwing away the key a nurse just made twenty quid for selling someones dignity the fair haired news reader was just looking for a date after telling us of followers and leaders and a world that's full of hate and the zoo keepers are on strike for twenty pence an hour more Danny boy's lost his fight as he makes his way home Batman, he's sold all his comics just to buy her a diamond ring but it's the Joker doing the romancing collecting rust and old tin Casper's the one who's preaching of self love and conceit standing licking his wounds in front of a tainted mirror to a different kind of beat and the cracking of the whip's echo in the red light zone as Batman lights up another one as he makes his way home On a day that's just begining the birds are already in flight the day dreaming man dreams of being that white knight and a super hero Bill or Ben to him it's all the same he can be anyone he allows his mind to tame and his old lady , she's packing her addiction she can't overcome she's seeing a new dealer today as she leaves a broken home Harpman Norman's, dealing in ecstacy he say's it's better than the booze as the band takes another break waiting for Norman's harmonic blues whatever gets you through the night Norman never settles for second best his music pays the rent nothing he does is second best and though his eyes are all glazed up we're no threesome Norman's at the top of his game just looking for a way back home The night club owner died his hair just to look like Roy Orbison wearing a smile and dark glasses and a give me your soul impression his brother was in prison he told us as a threat then he gave us assurance and praise we were the coolest people he'd met the bouncers are beating up somebody's son out numbered and beaten he was overcome they made sure he got his money's worth as he made his way home
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Sunken on 13-04-2009
HOME
At last! A nib 'n a nom. You'll be relieved to hear that someone other than myself nommed ya, Mr. Roy. Someone with a brain. I know not who they are, but I'm glad they did. Well done fella.

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cat on 15-04-2009
HOME
Hi there Mr Roy,

I listened to your audio - very nice Sir, I liked.
Congrats on the nib and nom.

Cat x

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macaby on 15-04-2009
HOME
I think the lyrics are really good, especially the first and last verses.Enjoyed the audio also.

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oblivion (posted on: 03-04-09)
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follow it simply, the snail is leaving her trail for me sell me cheaply, then we'll see if we can agree to look into your head at a moments notice is suicide sit on your boney hands, talk and talk,run the next mile they're going to blow us to oblivion,they're going to blow us to oblivion say what you say, the clouds are gray, on your knees and pray and we all know oh yeah your dimples have gone,you're eyes sparkle bright, life goes around and you, oh so free, with no blood on your hands, you can pick and choose and your political stance curls my blood like you'll never know show me the way, take what's mine,touch my soul and all it's woe they're going to blow us to oblivion,they're going to blow us to oblivion say what you say, the clouds are gray, on your knees and pray and we all know oh yeah your not having fun, babe, put down your gun, babe, and fantasize bitched in a heart beat, envy's, admiration in another form plane freckled face, your flowing curls,your smile is outta sight man and the god's they're trying to tap into your beam of light they're going to blow us to oblivion,they're going to blow us to oblivion say what you say, the clouds are gray, on your knees and pray and we all know oh yeah
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are you now (posted on: 27-03-09)
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are you my wee dude are you now are you now are you my wee dude are you now are you now are you now are you with god dude are you now are you now are you in heaven dude are you now are you now are you now heaven is hot dude yes it is yes it is heaven is hot dude can I watch you can I watch you watch only you rodel loves you now yes he does yes he does rodel loves you now yes he does, yes he does as a child I laughed a lot o yes I did o yes i did now it seems I cry a lot o tell me true don't you if you'd been a child you'd laugh a lot oh yes you would yes you would now I just cry a lot oh tell me true wouldn't you are you my wee dude are you now are you now are you my wee dude are you now are you now are you now before you were here I didn't care I stood and stared stood and stared now I've got teardrops I can't bare yes I have don't you know are you my wee dude wee dude wee dude are you my wee dude are you now are you now are you now
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Sunken on 29-03-2009
are you now
Ya know, I've never been able to do that baby talk thing. I always feel like such a tit. I wonder if it comes naturally if they're own...? Talking to them I mean, not feeling a tit. Ahem. I think you'll agree, another award winning comment and no mistake.

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Sunken on 29-03-2009
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I meant to say - if they're 'your' own. I'm always missing words out just lately. I blame Heinz alphabet spaghetti tutorials. Learning to read using a pasta based aid is asking for trouble if you're hungry.

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Sunken on 29-03-2009
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I just listened to the audio, Mr. Roy. It adds a depth of feeling that numb-skulls like me miss when we simply read lyrics. Very hypnotic and really quite moving. I think this is my fave of your audios so far. The Beagle named Bernard, he say woof (but don't let that put ya off).

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maliagirl87 on 12-07-2009
are you now
I absolutely loved this. It made me smile πŸ™‚ Made me think of my nephew Dylan.
Thank you for sharing πŸ™‚

Malia Girl

"Nobody can make you feel inferior without your consent" - Elenor Rosevelt

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Did you know it's you that's revengeful (posted on: 16-03-09)
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went to my horse faced men they told me I was around the bend went to my horse faced men just looking for a friend waiting for the letter singing as they cry for their freedom looking for something to keep the pain that runs deep keeps them all steady you've heard it already sell your soul for a couple of pence no more pride or arrogance plant it in your conscience turn around boy the clock is watching me a new beginning new beginning take the blame did you know I'm just like the rest did you know I'm not them and us you're so disgraceful did you know it's you that's revengeful did you know I'm just like the rest did you know I'm not them and us you're so disgraceful did you know it's you that's revengeful many times I've been sold to everyone with a point of view I've read the lies bought the hint it's all so abhorrent we're decaying, decaying just like before did you know I'm just like the rest did you know I'm not them and us you're so disgraceful did you know it's you that's revengeful did you know I'm just like the rest did you know I'm not them and us you're so disgraceful did you know it's you that's revengeful I'm every book you've ever read but you refuse to turn the page I'm the fear you have to fear captured here and there I'm the best,I'm the worse I'm the fool I'm the one that will take what's yours bring you to your knees so come on take me yeah take me yeah take me yeah take me
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Sunken on 18-03-2009
Did you know its you thats revengeful
Do you know I have problems finding hats that fits me properly? It's true. I think you'll agree, my most useless comment of the year so far. You deserve much better.

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Sweet Jimmy (posted on: 02-03-09)
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Heard the sound of their voices saying "get out you don't belong, your poppa don't have that much money, and everything you do is wrong" so I travelled everywhere and heard the same sorry tone every father cried held up his child and said"behold" Well I seen those fishes jumping as my belly rumbled and the landlord called for his rent but nothing was impossible if it came to it I could fall to my knees and repent someone's momma called my name she was a sweet , sweet,sweet, lady her eyes lit up when I called for her son I guess she just knew one day we'd be on the run yeah, yeah , yeah me and sweet Jimmy on the run Well we seen them big pictures sayin' "come and get me" we smelled the cigars and cigarettes and believed the man on the tv but that big whip kept on whipping as we held out our hand for our next meal looking to the devil and the lord to feed us our next meal yeah,yeah, yeah to feed us our next meal Plenty women by the river plenty women in the night plenty love gone wrong they're all just doing what they think is right as they leave their mothers apron and they walk down the hill looking for love and attention and the killing of the thrill well Jesus is in the tv saying you do what I want you to do and your mothers in the kitchen fathers out doing what he always does do me,me,me I'm looking out in to the dark blue sky keep on looking at that wondering star and asking why. oh why, oh why
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Sunken on 02-03-2009
Sweet Jimmy
Hello Mr. Roy. It's me, sunks. I've just realised - I've known anyone named Jimmy or James. I feel as if there's a hole waiting to be filled, a void that, until now, I hadn't even realised was there. I must befriend a Jimmy at once... Well, when I say 'at once' I mean after Deal or No Deal. I trust this comment has helped? Ahem. Thank you.

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That's a shame (posted on: 23-02-09)
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I saw it coming , reading the rhyme I keep my eyes open all of the time there did you hear it? someone just called my name got laid out, got someones mojo there are so many things I don't know my mind's blank, waiting to take the balme laughing at my reflection, I'm trying to break on through if I turn my head what good will it do Neighbours are heroes, they're all the same I'm safe and sound. I'm going insane I used to listen to you and that's a shame Judges wigs,their laws laid down gotta break one more, then act like a fooled clown what was that? I seen it on the second rebound gonna learn to talk and dress up fine cut a deal, what's yours is mine go on kick me hard, you got to do what you got to do I'll be your Muddy Waters playing Willy Johnsones blues stay where you are,I'll tie your shoes Neighbours are heroes, they're all the same I'm safe and sound. I'm going insane I used to listen to you and that's a shame Twenty tears ago it was me to blame can't count on guesses because they're all the same I'm trying to understand it all but I don't know why some things need to much justification I'm holding an empty case at the bus station you have to face your fears , just let it go think I should dance on the littered street put on my jacket just to bring on the heat Neighbours are heroes, they're all the same I'm safe and sound. I'm going insane I used to listen to you and that's a shame I cry now and then, when I'm alone but most of the time I'm at the grindstone look at the time gotta conjour up my next recipe gonna do what they say, gonna tell a lie and buy a big car burn some coal maybe kill another butterfly I'm serving an image that's in my,that's in my brain desperate Colin pounced he slept with thirty eight I'm to refined, I need you to translate Neighbours are heroes, they're all the same I'm safe and sound. I'm going insane I used to listen to you and that's a shame
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Slovitt on 24-02-2009
Thats a shame
Mr. Royrodel, you are a high energy fellow for whom I'd buy a drink. 'I'm safe and sound. I'm going insane/I used to listen to you and that's a shame', rings truer and truer as you repeat, and then conclude your song with it. Swep

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sirat on 25-02-2009
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Generally speaking, song lyrics are the form of poetry that I like, especially if they tell a story. This seems a bit 'stream of consciousness', a person's random thoughts as a long-standing relationship comes to an end. I think it might work as a song but because it's so irregular it would be very difficult to do it in standard folksy ballad form of the Paul Simon/Leonard Cohen/Janis Ian school. It might work as some kind of talking blues number, where the rerfrain could be the sung part. Definitely has possibilities in my opinion. There are a few minor grammatical errors, e.g no apostrophe in Willy Johnsones blues, wrong form of 'too' etc., but I don't think such things matter in a song lyric, particularly a blues one.

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Blackie (posted on: 16-02-09)
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I had to laugh when I saw you cry life isn't fair eveyone has to die you just had to laugh when I was running making up plans doing all the shunning Blackie, white and black you know you're on the wrong track Blackie say one for me I did what I did just to be free As smart as the fox looking for love I know you gave me that push and shove but you didn't do it for me as you sit there and cry in your Sunday best suit and silk black tie I can give you words saying " it's okay' but tomorrow's coming on, ticking on it's way I'll stay if I want or fade away but what ever I do you wouldn't like it anyway Blackie, white and black you know you're on the wrong track Blackie say one for me I did what I did just to be free It wasn't for you that I climbed this hill as old Tom lies there cold and still I'll drink the bar dry and send you the bill your just hanging out 'till they read out the will" You seen me arrive but wont look in my eye you send people over to sneer and spy as I just confuse them with my reply revenge made me into that kinda guy Maybe tomorrow though I may be wrong I'll get rid of your vision, rid of your pong I'll eat my greens grow up and be strong until then your in the words of my song Blackie, white and black you know you're on the wrong track Blackie say one for me I did what I did just to be free
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Sunken on 18-02-2009
Blackie
A certain sense of sadness to this, Mr. Rodel of Roy fame. I also reckon there's a lot of stuff going on in it that I've not quite worked out. Please check you pm's. Fave verse (do ya call em verses, I'm never sure) -

It wasn't for you that I climbed this hill
as old Tom lies there cold and still
I'll drink the bar dry and send you the bill
your just hanging out 'till they read out the will"

Nice one Roy. I wish people would start bleedin' commenting again. I blame carrots, never did trust em. Thanks.

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Chile (posted on: 13-02-09)
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You gonna look fine In their collective madness You're gonna twist and shout 'Till you make them sane Your young face Will be admired and worshiped One day they'll understand As the magpie calls your name I'll call you pure Even when their madness, makes you unsure And when the wind has blown Everything from their hand We'll laugh and dance To their chants of ' madman' As you learn to tell them of their fate They'll pretend they don't understand You'll communique As they cower in the night time As dragons search, for The souls of men At night their fears will grow As they deny their revolution Where there are to many thoughts That are full of pain You move and dance Bare foot and fancy free And set the mood On and on you are who you are As the rivers flow You're a devilish angel And every one knows your name My ancient life giving star Rock
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Sunken on 14-02-2009
Chile
You're very prolific, Mr. Roy and no mistake. I tried being prolific once but it all ended in tears when someone said that I was more pathetic than prolific. People can be so harsh.
Long may you wax lyrical.

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Kids (posted on: 13-02-09)
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Long ago it started in the year of who knows when three young men united at the flick of a fountain pen sons of miners not a penny to their name as they watched Hollywood guns on their road to ill gotten fame Willy was the oldest he had no sense of fear Davey was the brightest he'd always shed a tear and cockeye cat was the dumbest the one and only crazy who sent them down for years It was seven twenty when they boarded the school bus cockeye cat was bragging how he'd stolen from his mothers purse Davey produced some smoked cigarettes then the three gangsters lit up as they waited to be scolded by everyone they'd upset School was a punishment from nine am 'till three a place full of torment as they learned their ABC Willy was in detention as Davey studied math 'twenty quid' cockeye heard someone mention as he paved out their path Cockeye threatened Peter prefect to tell the others of his news twenty quid just waiting for them to collect from a rich kid who'd been abused Three o'clock came, they met at the doors hunted down the rich kid said 'gimme what's yours' he said "it's for trainers, it's only twenty quid", as cockeye raised his fountain pen and stabbed the rich kid dead The town just moved on like it'd done before three kids went down with one not here anymore.
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reckless on 13-02-2009
Kids
Another fine set of lyrics. I can imagine Johnny cash singing it. Also, a sober amd meaningful moral to it. Much enjoyed.

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Turned On (posted on: 02-02-09)
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They'd laugh and cry Be brave and shy They repeated the things so we'd remember them And the newsmen saw tomorrow and filled it full of sorrow They had until the dawn to lay their writings on our mothers civilization Deep in someones desperation somewhere in creation they got someones trust No one cried out Dogs refused to bark they couldn't flash their teeth at the singing lark And you were so turned on History was gone With all of the lies and none of the facts You couldn't dream, couldn't scream Nothing any more was to extreme You had no inspiration had no sense of self there was no room left on your book shelves All you had was dust and some orange colored rust from a bygone age And the ancient books of old just fade away It was happy time for the cartoon idols And the bands began to march with reason and aerosols The grime would flow in our mind through our veins doing time Just like before And you were so turned on History was gone Our souls were sold then sold again we had the hurt without the pain We never had to apologies never had to retract They gave us tinted lenses after our conscience had cracked We were civilized and civilian everything else was all an oblivion
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The bogey Man (posted on: 02-02-09)
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You hear the bird's sing their memorable tune, You watch them all as they bow to the moon, Your standing in a station no one cares where, You look around you almost on the point of despair, Then you breathe and you breathe and you breathe, Searching for comfort you forget to seathe, You stand in silence in the dimmed light, If there's a chance you just might, You see your reflection, In the half darkness your smile gives you a forgiving satisfaction, Your creeping in this life, You think about freedom and no more strife, And you ask 'where are you', 'Are you thinking of me', This was the moment of coming alive, Do you like it? I know something has happend, But you won't tell me, You can't communicate, Relate , relate , relate , Why won't you talk to me, It doesn't have to be like this, I am fed up asking can't you see, I cry and I cry and I cry, You act like a deaf ,dumb and blind kid, Why oh why oh why, I hope your not doing this because of spite, I only know my own wrong,I only know my own right, Your stuck in a world of isolation, like the debris on the shore, Trust me, your not my enemy,Talk to me, is it such a chore ?. Look beyond your horizon, Spit out every gloom and every poison, Look beyond affection, indifference and every boundary, Just relax , just be free so I can see, I know you want to run down the street, And to be apart of everything you meet, Don't let time steal your dream away, Let it stay,please let it stay , please let it stay, Correct your mistakes if you must, But remember everyone has the right to, Ashes to ashes and dust to dust, Do you think it's all going to go wrong for you ? Or do you allready have a way of keeping life blue ? Did you know the future is full of uncertainty, Do you think your going to be happy ? Just board your choo, choo train, Take your self and your pain, It's a dangerous pastime that your pursuing, In the silence I'll wait for you, I'll be ever patient and ever watching.
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Sunken on 03-02-2009
The bogey Man
Hello Mr. Roy. I tried singing this but had to give up when I could no longer hear myself over the whines of next-door's dog. I'm the first to admit that my voice isn't great but I fail to see how whining improves the mix. I shall stick to reading in the future. I reckon you're on to a winner if you can write songs that read like poems. You obviously can.

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reckless on 03-02-2009
The bogey Man
I like it, it lilts along and tells a good story. Women though - they're not worth it. But if they weren't there, what would we write songs about?

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THE FIDDLER (posted on: 19-01-09)
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The silence like a deep dark pool, Was censored, that was the rule, As the high pitched octaves sweetened every mind, Every note flowed with one purpose, a purpose to bind, It united every humming bee and alarm bell, It gave out light in the darkest hell, Tuned to the purest strain, The light bounced of the polished wood grain, The genius was posed in her masterly state, And like hungry shoals of fish we all took the sweetened bait, As we stared in awe at this amazing feat, In the sweetness of the moment I could see my piece of mind, I couldn't see in front of me, there was nothing behind, The harmonies made us lay our anger down, This was the power of this genius that had come from outta town.
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Bradene on 20-01-2009
THE FIDDLER
This reminded me of a night at the Leicester Country Music club many years ago when We had a fidler on, he was amazing and Japanese. I think his name was something like Shosi Tabushi (not sure of the spelling) but Wow! could he ever play the fiddle one of the best I ever heard. Enjoyed the poem/song. Val

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THE POETS ANSWER (posted on: 19-01-09)
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As you look around your self today, Settle in your seat and write your own play, Express your thoughts , Think of the haves and have nots, Think until you can't think anymore, Play your guitar 'till your fingers are raw , You're so hard to please, You criticize with ease, Do you think that you know something that's right, Put it all on paper just write and write and write, You have all the answers, you know you do, You stick together with yourself , you know you do, You've been stranded out in the rain, You've experienced the pleasure and the pain, You've been humbled and extremely vain, You can be anything you want, Write about your memories that haunt, You can laugh you can cry, It doesn't matter how,it doesn't matter why, You can be a king or a queen, Extremely obscene, You can express your latest dream, Express your soul for complete control There's always someone ready to buy your souI, You can express yourself tonight, It doesn't matter if it's in celcius or farenheit, You can say what you want to say, Don't you just live your life day after day? You can state exactly how you feel, Write about love or your next meal, You can say goodbye before you've said hello, Shout it from the roof tops, just let it bellow, Every single word that you say, Every time you feel fear and dismay, Write it down come what may,
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WHEN DAYLIGHT FALLS (posted on: 19-01-09)
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Didn't mean to call ya, So soon after you know what , But my mind has been ridiculed by guilt, I can't put it all together yet, but anyways, Yeah I,m fine, I thought I'd call you, I know you're hurting, Sorrow's always been my great escape. Only tear drops are running, With ease you don't relate, I thought I had all the answers, Who tells me when I'm me? You'll scrounge for true love, It'll masquerade, Every time you see a white dove, Trying to change me, Trying to change you, Forty pieces of silver for every thing you do, When daylight falls and we can't cry. I can hear you as you fill up the river, You must have been crashing the last time I called, I've always wanted you to deliver, I've always wanted you to fall, I can lead you into my darkness, For that I thought I'd die, Do we really have to see this through? Had to talk to someone, So I picked on you, Don't give me an answer, In your mind you see my reflection, It's okay I feel fine, I dance for love and affection, I drink the forbidden wine, When daylight falls and we can't cry. You, I think I will remember, As you stare at me, With your mind's eye, You think you operate me, In the corners of your mind, Well, I'll agree to make things better, Then you can punish me, In your kangaroo court, I'll plead guilty by letter, I'm already imprisoned in my fort, Can't remember when I last saw freedom, Just tell me another white lie, Tell it to it to me now, And we'll break every vow, When daylight falls and we can't cry.
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Sunken on 21-01-2009
WHEN DAYLIGHT FALLS
Hello Mr. Rodel. It's me, sunks. Isn't it dark outside? My fave lines (not that anyone's bovvered)

'You'll scrounge for true love,

It'll masquerade,'


I hope this yelps. Yelp! Oh it does. What were the chances of dat? Thank you.

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Leila on 25-01-2009
WHEN DAYLIGHT FALLS
Really good lyrics Roy...L

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Rodels second dream (posted on: 16-01-09)
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I was fishing for my dinner as Levis clapped his hands he was the new gang leader as his brother was on remand my fishing rod bent over as my dinner took the bait I shouted out to Levis he looked but it was too late he got the boys together, in his baggy trousers black and blue we were hiding in the heather just for something to do when Davey, caught a big silver salmon it must have been twenty pound, it was a feat to be admired like Davey who was prison bound. We had to celebrate so I volunteered, to bring back the wine, Davey said "wait for me", "it was my fishing line", so we took the bus to our fathers watering hole because Davey made a fuss he stole two flagons of cider enough to purify our souls we got the bus back for nothing as we struggled with our swag because Davey's brother driving he didn't care what was in the bag. We drank our sweet fill then the cops sirens went it was the last time I saw Levis he done his time in Kent he joined the human race like it was the thing to do as I laughed at the penguins that paraded in the zoo me I'd been watching birds and pretty girls but I needed more excitement needed that extra thrill I get into things to late try to think things over but I never hesitate. Davey's brother was vengeful he never liked me blamed me for Davey's downfall so he set it up he drove the stolen car that sent me to the lock up twisted with hate he died and died again tortured flys and spiders just to block out the pain I never blamed him for what he did he was just looking after the one he calls kid. Prison life was free this is what I was due living with my pee so I said to the screw "are you Davey's relative" he said "I'll sell you a chissel for a favour" it was the first time I remember feeling aggressive I made my decision to escaped unoticed with my bail condition and to paralyse the world with all their prejudice So I escaped with the hound dog on my tail and a million do-gooders wanting me to break bail they fed me sweetened water and the promise of ten years as they turned up late for work after drinking to many beers the judge lady asked who I was I said "royrodel", "I've tasted your paradise and lived in your hell" I said "I'm guilty of doing the crime, but for Davey's brother, I wont do his time", she thought she had set me free in this land of no trust she knew I was royrodel as I held out my hand and fed her the crust. I ran to freedom as she turned away flagged down a taxi that was looking for his next stray I said "how much to get back to my home town" he said " thirty pounds with a glee in his eye" I said " I'll give you forty, if you laugh at this clown", he said " no sir I can't take that kind of money from you" you're a royrodel I've been their too" Then I woke with a yawn as the crow called my name called my butler in this grown up game considered buying America or France thought about the dream that I had to avoid in the game of life and game of chance I think I've become paranoid.
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TREPHINING PARADIGMS (posted on: 16-01-09)
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When he went to school he was somewhere out there, Somewhere out there, Now he was surrounded by dictating fools, bound by their rules, He just smiled to feel good , to stop him shaking , stop him breaking, Now he was surrounded by fools, bound by rules, All alone in the unforgiving crowd, he could not cry, as he lived the lie, The teacher gave him no heart felt worth, she just despised his only birth, He was just another coin in her pay check, joker in the deck, a nervous wreck, a pain in the neck, A new victim waiting in line for her derision , Which would be manifested in the long division ,every decision, resulting in revision, He was given timely spurts of reason for his planned thought control, the branding of his soul, Teachers job was to tame him , rearrange him, uneducate him, His lips moved but she didn't hear his voice, She played on the fact, That he was to frightened and confused to make the right choice, He never before wanted to be any bodies pet, This was a concept he could and would not accept. Teacher made her point, when she told him he would anoint her, just to make her point, Just to make her point, Threats of disaster, threats of being flayed, were to hold him to ransom for the next decade, Teacher, lustfully read Compliant Behavior,Obedience To Authority, by Milgrim, as she dreamed of trephining paradigms, Becoming a master in brainwashing , hypnosis, isolation and sensory deprivation studies and obedience to authority studies. Manipulating his imagination so she could manipulate his mind, she needed no thanks as she relished in the idea of blackened rooms and floatation tanks Teachers job was to tame him , rearrange him, uneducate him, His lips moved but she didn't hear his voice, She played on the fact, That he was to frightened and confused to make the right choice, He never before wanted to be any bodies pet, This was a concept he could and would not accept.
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MARC BOLAN BLUES (posted on: 16-01-09)
Epitaph for a poet

Marc Bolan's on the telephone, With his cork screw hair and spells, Speaking to Dandy in the underworld, Who says he knows me well, If I could I would send a message, To find out who's being stalked, But Telegram Sam's in prison, And his padded cell is locked, Mainman Are you really my obscure demented friend, Sing me your harmonies, With the help of Les Paul again. Rabbit fighter was preaching wisdom to the insane, Separating what's yours and what's mine, He said everything has to change, Warning the listeners to visit Jeepsters shrine, I said to myself 'done that', Never had any regret, He just ranted about Zip gun boogie And spoke about chords and frets, Mainman Are you really my obscure demented friend, Sing me your harmonies, With the help of Les Paul again. Deborah got married last week And now she's doing the one inch rock, Everybody still talks about, How it came as such a shock, But me, I expected it to happen, I knew she'd lost the rock 'n' roll, When she couldn't get it on, With the futuristic dragon Mainman Are you really my obscure demented friend, Sing me your harmonies, With the help of Les Paul again. The electric warrior just showed up, Boogying and flashing his patented zip gun, He was in touch with reality, As he tied up his unicorn, I nearly heard him whisper, But the old 45 just stuck, Silenced by somebodies ritual And being out of luck, Mainman Are you really my obscure demented friend, Sing me your harmonies, With the help of Les Paul again. Venus loon looked surprised When I asked him who's the best, He scratched his head and muttered, Did you have to get that off your chest? Then he cursed me there and then, Then I whispered, "Not even you can hide, You see, you're just like me, I hope you're satisfied." Mainman Are you really my obscure demented friend, Sing me your harmonies, With the help of Les Paul again.
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macaby on 17-01-2009
MARC BOLAN BLUES
pity that there is no audio available, i would have liked to have heard it being sung. but i loved the lyrics, a very fitting tribute to someone who was way ahead of his time. who also died much to early. nice work roy.

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Sunken on 18-01-2009
MARC BOLAN BLUES
Hello Mr. Rodel. I saw a Marc Bolan concert on tv last year. I'm starting to think that the 70's were a lot cooler than I'd previously thought. The girls looked extremely sexy in their knee length boots and glittery makeup. They even seemed to dance different back then too, a kind of geek chic. I swear the girls in pulp's 'Common People' video must have been inspired by said decade. Anyway, I ramble. As Macaby says, it would good to hear this, Mainman.

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Stroke (posted on: 16-01-09)
I was asked for a genre but hey

You went to sleep You died You woke I cried A different person had emerged from your stroke With your lost memory You survived Your twisted face And paralyzed limbs You just lost control While others offered up prayers and hymns I searched for your soul In your eyes I saw you die again and again My only regret Is there was no goodbyes The reaper made a good job of hardening me to all this pain Playing with your life Like a cat playing with its food He slowly twisted his knife As he fulfilled the ancient blood feud I couldn't learn to love the new you I couldn't go on just feeling blue As I searched for the old you The years rolled bye Then they buried you deep Under the clear blue sky I couldn't cry for you I couldn't weep
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Sunken on 16-01-2009
Stroke
Excellent, Mr. Rodel.

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ruadh on 16-01-2009
Stroke
A true if sad portrayal Roy. My father had a stroke three weeks before he died and I wept buckets during that time. I felt, for him, death was a release. I only wish it had been for me too. Well done.

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Bradene on 16-01-2009
Stroke
Yes not a nice thing to witness. Well done Roy. Val

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Romany on 16-01-2009
Stroke
I can't imagine how this must feel, to lose someone before they go, so to speak. Nice work, very touching and the ending ("I couldn't cry...) is very moving.

Romany.

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Mezzanotte on 16-01-2009
Stroke
I agree with all the other comments. I was trying to pick out my favourite line, but there are just so many stong, powerful and provoking images I couldn't choose.

Really, well done.
Jackie

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macaby on 17-01-2009
Stroke
a very powerful, sad and moving poem you have written here.

A different person had emerged from your stroke : these lines caught my attention, my grandmother took a stroke and lay in a hospital bed for about 6 years before she died. like you said, it wasn,t the same person that lay there.


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Texasgreg on 10-06-2012
Stroke
Saw you online and thought I'd look at your stuff. This was the one that caught my eye, so I took a gander.

Truly eloquent & moving. You took me there, Roy.
I will be happy to say that I would expect no other from my loved ones as stroke robs you of the essence that makes you.

Thank-you,

Greg πŸ™‚
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But this wont rhyme with purple. (posted on: 12-01-09)
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Night goes the light helps us see I'm looking at you you're looking at me on the paper we write a and b that changes when read by he or she understanding do we stay or flee bowing down to someone's slavery. But this wont rhyme with purple. Absorbing words that bring threat knowing they'll bring regret and wishing we'd never met feeling that we're in their debt wiping tears and fresh sweat as we take our drugs and cigarettes. But this wont rhyme with purple. With thumb and finger we turn the page looking for love with a hint of rage as we lock ourselves in our cage yearning to be on their stage because we hired and paid their wage therefore we're duty bound to pay homage. But this wont rhyme with purple. Looking for favour and victory among the lonely in their gory killing the last elephant for its ivory returning your magnum back to the armory then speaking in tongues that are defamatory snorting coke in someones lavatory. But this wont rhyme with purple. Then night comes bringing the dark we're hoping to dream of a walk in the park as we hide from the tv and the handsome loan shark you could be Lois and I could be Clark we could leave our stink as our mark on the wooden ship they call the ark. But this wont rhyme with purple.
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Sunken on 12-01-2009
But this wont rhyme with purple.
Hello Mr. Roy. Does turtle rhyme with purple... I don't think it does. Even if it did, could you use a turtle in your song? It's a problem and no mistake. I'll have to a think on this one. What about hurtle?

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cat on 13-01-2009
But this wont rhyme with purple.
Hi Rodel,
Thank you for the 10!
I keep reading your beautifull words, all so thought provoking.
Would love to be able to here this as it is ment to be, don't think this current format does it justice.
c x

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gra baidh garbhchrocha (posted on: 26-12-08)
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I was watching the sunrise in my fathers glen rain on my face and my disguise met a man called Dylan I said 'where you been hiding' he said in his accent ' his home was in the highlands' I grinned nervousley because I'd heard his voice before it had been full of love and jealousy talking about boxers and civil war I said 'welcome home have some wine' fumbled around and opened my flask he sat beside me drank my moonshine asked me about my kin as he took of his mask I said ' sure if you got the time' he said 'I aint got long to go' 'just feed me more wine' I said 'gra baidh garbhchrocha dean tu fein sa bhaile' He said 'what do you mean man' I said " I love the highlands' ' make yourself at home' you've got to begin somewhere she wont leave you alone no no no leave you alone I grinned nervousley because I'd heard his voice before it had been full of love and jealousy talking about boxers and civil war I told him my fathers were peaceful men they would feed you wine and hopitality protect you with their claymore because it is written dress your sores and give you pity and the women would dance you hypnotized bring out the man in you make you laugh lay you down and you'd wake up wise feed your mare and tend to your calf I said 'gra baidh garbhchrocha dean tu fein sa bhaile' yeah 'gra baidh garbhchrocha dean tu fein sa bhaile'
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Sunken on 26-12-2008
gra baidh garbhchrocha
Hello Mr. Roy. Enjoyed the poem/song. I've read it a few times. I wish I could find me one of those women to dance me hypnotised. I really could do with wising up too. Nice one, Mr. Rodel.

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macaby on 29-12-2008
gra baidh garbhchrocha
i listened to the song and read the lyrics and i enjoyed it. i am a fan of folk music( waterboys, pogues, andy white etc) so this song appealed to me ,i know its only a rough recording, live would sound a lot better, and the highlands, yes lovely quiet places there, spent some holidays there, just the places to go to relax.

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Back to you again (posted on: 16-05-08)
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Be bop du loolah or so life goes I met my reflection and he gave me a dose so I listened and heard sirens I've got to get back to you again I played with handsome as he answered the phone I played with Harry as he sat on his throne with harp man Norman as he searched for a vein Lord I've got to get back to you again I listened how the millionaire was unforsaken but I only wanted to listen to the singer all bruised and broken and hear the clanging of his ball and chain Lord I've got to get back to you again I adored the mothers as they never went wild drank with them and their hair all styled ran from all their responsibility and pain I've got to get back to you again The government minister wanted all my cash the church minister only wanted it on the Sabbath I just want to taste your lips, drink you champagne I've got to get back to you again I thought about hell thought about heaven had every lucky number from one to ninety seven listened to all my bitter complaints Lord I've got to get back to you again I thought I'd found my peace of mind in all the organizations all small and confined with all their promises of honey and rain I've got to get back to you again All the righteous point their finger at me as I give out my unforgiving beat they call me foolish because I ask when I've got to get back to you again So I crawled from my dungeon and danced gave everyone a second chance and in my thought I remain Lord I've got to get back to you again
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eddiesolo on 18-05-2008
Back to you again
Liked this Roy,

Should this be 'your' and not 'you' in this line?:'I just want to taste your lips, drink you champagne'

I love the end lines-'I've got to get back to you again' and 'Lord I've got to get back to you. Like the peaks and troughs of the sea, a urgency almost and then quelled.

Good stuff.

Si:-)



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it's coming your way (posted on: 16-05-08)
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Can't you feel it in the air tonight ? From those nights in desperation, When they changed your mind without hesitation, It came from that deafening squeal, They told you exactly what was real, It's like you ain't exactly there, They told you not to care, From the wars against disorder, They fed you cheese and apple cider, The sirens echoed night and day, History was all a lie according to the military attache, It's coming your way. It's coming through a crack in the wall, It's in the alcohol, That they feed you, Suck on your pink gin and albatross stew, They tell you every staggering account, Of their sermons deranged and paramount, Which you don't really understand at all, But you still listen to their call, It's coming from the silence, You just love all that despair and violence, This brave new world is here to stay, It's coming your way. They tell you ,'It's coming from the pictures on your street', Through the pews in the holy places where the races meet, From the seamstress and her stitchin, It's added to the food in every kitchen, It’s in the music, it’s in the beat, It will be served to you, and you will eat, You will have no more disappointment, It’s a wonderful up and coming advent, In the hollowness of your mind, It will be clear and defined, In the oceans far away, It's coming your way. Through the squalls of hate, It'll come to you so concentrate, It'll come furious and fast, It's so powerful and vast, Everything will be rearranged, And you will be changed, Only then will your thirst be quenched, Then you will salute with your fists clenched, Your spirit will be broken, As you obey the words that are spoken, Hush now there is nothing that you can say, It's coming your way. It's coming everyone, For you and your chaperon, I'll cut long and deep, It'll be yours to keep, Like the tidal flood, From your mind it'll flow through your blood, Beneath Sol's warm ray, Multiplying day after day, It's coming your way.
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Jack and Jill (posted on: 21-04-08)
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The night before his next exhibition she tightened his straight jacket fed him honey and derision out of the corner of his eye he saw a picture of his dog called Queen dust on the TV and a jar of hair cream. His performance took you to the outer limits making you lick your wounds and withered pride designing words for scholars and half wits using every invention and ancient device in their one bedroom flat with a drawing room she spoon fed him her tears served with ice She couldn't release him from life's sacred circle wouldn't write of her hate or cold blooded love wrote her memoirs with a blunt charcoal pencil he described himself so no one else could tell his tale they drank stale orange juice with a touch of peppermint then fell asleep as the curtains blew in the gale He woke clenching both of his fists listened to the radio news condemning the fools changed stations sang along with Chubby ,danced the twist she checked the mail then brushed his beard said she was going to get that heart shaped tattoo with a skull and cross bones that didn't look weird He had a job collecting favours in the public eye working for the man he never asked why making enough just to get them by she shopped around never thinking about an heir living in the rat race wanting to be a millionaire went to all the sales for something else to wear.
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orangedream on 22-04-2008
Jack and Jill
Love the line,"...fell asleep as the curtains blew in the gale..."

You say much here, Roy. Well.

Tina;-)

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Romany on 27-04-2008
Jack and Jill
"fed him honey and derision"

My favourite line.

Romany.

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woodbine on 27-04-2008
Jack and Jill
For my money, 'he described himself so no-one else could tell his tale' is the most self-revealing among many many good lines that inhabit this song/poem.
They don't all advance the story or elucidate the relationship between the two characters. It needs slimming down from a blunderbuss to a sniper's rifle, so that your last lines are smack on whatever target you are aiming for.
Only my opinion, John

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Mister Simpson (posted on: 21-03-08)
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Mister Simpson had it all he took your money before the fall he gave out a wail and deafening call invented Mary,Papa, John and Paul And we all fell down shook his hand and polished his golden crown laboured to meet his every demand His wife was a half wit his children were always sick he said he'd set us free a hero that we wanted to be And we all fell down shook his hand and polished his golden crown laboured to meet his every demand The makeup on his face matched every forgotten race he sang his own song he sang it all night long And we all fell down shook his hand and polished his golden crown laboured to meet his every demand He said once upon a time he lived like us in the grime then he went to school and made us his fools And we all fell down shook his hand and polished his golden crown laboured to meet his every demand He drove his Harley into a wall of bricks we watched him on T.V getting our kicks he made us rich thinking we got it made spending our pennies in the penny arcade And we all fell down shook his hand and polished his golden crown laboured to meet his every demand There was trouble in some foreign shore he just sent our children to even the score we all clapped a war just for fun as mothers polished their sons guns And we all fell down shook his hand and polished his golden crown laboured to meet his every demand Everybody's following and I want to follow to can't take a chance on somebody new met Rodel and some of his kind he said for the love of God open your mind And we all fell down shook his hand and polished his golden crown laboured to meet his every demand
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Slovitt on 22-03-2008
Mister Simpson
ROYRODEL: You are a writer who bristles with energy and that finds its way into your lyrics here, and your other work. I suspect Mr. Simpson is a bit of British local knowledge, only Wallace Warfield comes to mind, so how about a little edification. Swep

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Yes it could be

but this one was inspired by Homer.

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The Bastard Burns (posted on: 18-02-08)
On Scotland's bard and his attitude

Lowlander doing the will of God willing to join the ranks of evil men in the black holocaust liar to Scotland as they hold you high selling your soul counting heads as another slave died Selling The Slave's Lament writing someone else's words to free you from hunger and torment as fools raise a glass to you you who admired the carronade scheming and planning so you could be well paid Your conscience following their lead protestant and catholic all with a label despised, you needed to find your glory bed Highlanders sold to the slavery colonies as they suffered ,you bowed with dignity with your friend doctor Douglas you wined and dined he offered you a piece of hell where you wouldn't feel guilty Running from pregnant Jean's father Burns the dirty back stabbing coward leaving the land and his starving brother burying highland Mary in an unmarked grave on your way to be a poor Negro driver your mind full of big ideas after penning words against the slaver As luck shone and intervened you sold your song to the world bastard Burns your words not so clean a bard with contempt for his fellow man they say you were a victim, longing to be free a man of the world with experience if it wasn't sugar would you have chosen tea?
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Macjoyce on 15-03-2008
The Bastard Burns
Wee bit mousie Rabbie Burns was involved in the Highland clearances?

Bastard. But what can you do? Even Dickens was a proto-Nazi.


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No sir,
but he did nothing to stop it.
He was however, ready to go west and profit in slavery, hence the irony of The slaves lament.

RODEL

margot on 23-03-2008
The Bastard Burns
good rhythm and so intense! I don't know why I picked this one to read but I was disappointed and I learned something. regards Margot

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margot on 23-03-2008
The Bastard Burns
ooops a serious mistype! That should read WASN'T DISAPPOINTED!!!!

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Fortune teller (posted on: 15-02-08)
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Sitting in the corner raising the dead painting pretty colours frogs in your bed spawning radioactive and chemical times and in the morning you'll be praying for the night just like yesterday you sell your mirrored face for fame and a packet of pay but you just laugh it off Fortune teller what's gone wrong they're all singing a different song ahhaha fortune teller Old men and young women try to set you free smoke on the water fire under the sea the thick green jungle herbs washes wishes away as you cast your web centuries fly by everyday the same blue blood spilled in the grown up game as they play dice betting on your surname Fortune teller what's gone wrong they're all singing a different song ahhaha fortune teller You're a man of obligation followed your mother's vows spoke about washing your hands you're a law maker, faith breaker you're despised then loved reading books on magic so no one can be blamed in a world looking for logic breeding hate that can't be tamed 'get the priest' someone just exclaimed to you it's all the same Fortune teller what's gone wrong they're all singing a different song ahhaha fortune teller With you the only teacher everyone's adding and subtracting just to make the taste sweeter preaching to mothers and children looking for an excuse not to kill them the general is waiting for orders to fire as you go on your way waiting for the next hanging catching the blue bus you're on you're way as you watch them pray Fortune teller what's gone wrong they're all singing a different song ahhaha fortune teller The festival was never complete as people played catch dancing painted in the streets drunks, night ladies and children forgiven they all felt guilty just because someone said they were taught the animals went in in pairs they bowed to their judges in the pews as the newspapers wrote their spin the weird and gay sold them God given news you're to tired to even grin Fortune teller what's gone wrong they're all singing a different song ahhaha fortune teller
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artisus on 15-02-2008
Fortune teller
is this metaphysical in a political way?

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Bad World (posted on: 08-02-08)
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Hey Gandalf, I wrote a song for you hey Gandalf the good in every man's heart now Bilbo's won , tell me what's keeping us apart eyes full of life, voice like sand and glue Mordor just a memory, the ring fading away Oh please tell us, why won't you come and set us free in this sad world in this bad, bad, bad, bad world The trolls on every mans tail doing what they will to hear the echo of their wail do rabbits yawn alone does Sam still answer the telephone with your magic, your wizardry oh why won't you set us free in this bad, bad, bad, bad world in this sad, sad, sad, sad world I know I know, know, know,know, know Somewhere a man somewhere tolling a bell could be Gollum in his lonely hell fixtures can be changed but only you can control the rain you gave a soul to every moon looked at by a million pair of eyes you told them what they saw now it's gone they still look to the skies they know it's wrong they need pity oh why, why, why won't you set them free in this sad, sad, sad, sad world in this bad, bad, bad, bad world oh no Gandalf the good in every man's heart I wrote a song for you now Bilbo's won , what's keeping us apart eyes full of life, voice like sand and glue Mordor just a memory, the ring fading away why don't you come to free this sad world ,this bad, bad, bad, bad .....fade
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littleditty on 08-02-2008
Bad World
RODEL -i need my headphones for the internet cafe - will come back for this one -and ive only just noticed that you have audio for your songs! der...this one looks like a goodΒ΄un -iΒ΄ll have a listen to some of the others iΒ΄ve liked the lyrics too -cheers xxldx

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Lady (posted on: 28-01-08)
why is it that I hear of people dying?

If you see her in her hospital bed say hello from me the doctors say she'll soon be dead if she whispers put your ear close to hear She might think that I don't care tell her that isn't so as I rip out my heart I know she's dancing with the crows Doctor cried and told us She was really dying Just like, just because I cried because we were dying No more goodbyes or hello's all the living people meant more to me but why does she have to go she sighed once more but I didn't want to see I drove looking everywhere for an answer to death and hell running far from the tolling bell can anyone explain can anyone tell She said you've got a lot of living to do so don't you get ill, don't you die my days have been many now I'm going to die Now I wish you were here with your logic and wisdom freedom then you disappear you die and say goodbye to no one Lady
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littleditty on 28-01-2008
Lady
Touching song Roy - mixed emotions -the relationship between the two is quite curious and this made me interested in them. cheers xxldx

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Sooz on 06-02-2008
Lady
This is something that I think we all ponder on from time to time .. and then most of us ponder off onto something less discomforting... for comfort. Death is always a scary contemplation. Well done nicely handled.

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IN THE CHIMING OF THE CLOCKS (posted on: 14-01-08)
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Nineteen days Nineteen days left the trumpet heralds a good man gives praise to the lost and the lonely opened mouth they look in amazement Desire rings I leave my comfort zone all naked and raw buissiness women and immigrants, invite me in, to their new gold town she offers her hand but not her mind of thought that would cost to much to explain The sand is soft The newsman tells off her situation in our memory she fades she starved in the night because of her location the newsman believes his work will be well paid They give her charity She was surviving on a shoe string I drank my fill off Irish ale I seen her everywhere, my heart was aching down in the cellar I listen to her folk tale I fall on my face see a memory that brings me back to the breathing just like everybody just like you new cults and inspiration fall to the side dying and seething I'm still giving out the love and can't break through The stink of truth where everyone is protected an endless library of all our crimes in a thought where you reflected pointing the finger as no one takes the blame The TV is on I wake up lonely and still shaking I feel her chains, search for the time on the clock I can't look in her eye I don't know if I've been advertising Do I have the key to her locks People I've paid my tax buried your dead and marked your cards honored your queen and tried to relax without favor or any regards in the chiming of the clocks
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Clawing and gnashing at your cage (posted on: 10-12-07)
part2 of the audio is on To the hum of the radios tune

em On a day when life started somewhere in the promised land d you can hear the birds singing playing jazz tweeting lifes long song a you can think about you're lover em or thing's that could have... been em but your cares will soon be shattered the way they always are d when you're smiling until your face aches and you've forgotten the bird choir a and you don't feel much like smiling em you just hold on to your guitar hmm d                            em here I am without any pain d                                     em I think a thought without any rage d                                     em I'm on my way, draining my brain d                                        a clawing and gnashing at your cage em So you need to get provisions just to keep out the cold d and you hear nothing exciting you cry because you've been sold a you grab onto your withered pride em remembering your name, take to the road d                            em here I am without any pain d                                     em I think a thought without any rage d                                     em I'm on my way, draining my brain d                                        a clawing and gnashing at your cage em Most times you just walk and walk other times you can't d desperate men and their riches you just do what you can a and your lost in the crowd em listening to the one man band d                            em here I am without any pain d                                     em I think a thought without any rage d                                     em I'm on my way, draining my brain d                                        a clawing and gnashing at your cage em Out there bare and exposed only a little fifty pence more d then they'll leave you alone as you throw it on the floor a and let nature have her say em you hurry away thinking no more d                            em here I am without any pain d                                     em I think a thought without any rage d                                     em I'm on my way, draining my brain d                                        a clawing and gnashing at your cage em The stars are out in Memphis as you write down your song d in the death of contemplation you don't know right from wrong a the way you've always done before em you just wish you were strong d                            em here I am without any pain d                                     em I think a thought without any rage d                                     em I'm on my way, draining my brain d                                        a clawing and gnashing at your cage
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orangedream on 11-12-2007
Clawing and gnashing at your cage
"Clawing and gnashing at your cage"

I really like this line and its repeat through the lyric is effective.

Really would like to 'hear' this one, but then I kind of can - in my head.

Nice one.

;-)Tina

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ok just for you



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e-griff on 11-12-2007
Clawing and gnashing at your cage
you know, I read this before and wondered what the hell the d's and em's were all about. I just read it again, and reached for my (sadly absent) guitar. (so I can't hear it the way you meant)

However the chord changes seem dramatic rather than melodic. Is there an Ivor Cutler touch here? I remember him from the early 60's on TV. My dad got an old 14" TV in a sale, and I had it in my bedroom (luxury) but it was faulty and the picture kept slipping down the screen. So I got a load of magnets and put them on top of the cabinet, which dragged it up again (for a while) then it subsided again and my TV-in-bed watching days ( I was about 15-16 then) were over! (ran out of BIG magnets)

oh, sorry, reminiscing on your post ...

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Hee Hee
Ivor the 5th Beatle.

You can hear what I mean now

RODEL

e-griff on 13-12-2007
Clawing and gnashing at your cage
Yeh! I listened ...

kinda Bobby Dylan meets Leonard Cohen with a scots accent. (yeah, cheeky I know). Good, though.

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To the hum of the radios tune (posted on: 03-12-07)
inspired by John Lennon

Late one night the last train left I was going back then a girl from my town said she'd split the fare as I stood frozen and alone in the taxi rank I just grinned and took it nodding my head not one word was spoke I trusted this lady stranger I didn't know I was going to be her next joke she reached her destination then vanished into the night taxi man's sweat was now on my wallet I just had to do what was right so I payed him under the silvery moon to the hum of the radio's tune I needed to forgive and forget myself I woke up with a bitter yawn my shadow was small it must have been six hours after the dawn my mother always done her best to make me feel at home she fed me toast and honey in my forgotten comfort zone she cried as she hugged me as I headed for my next fix then the unforgiving phone rang so I ran from the conflict, made myself immune to the hum of the radio's tune I labored for the fat and the greedy working anywhere I could working in the foundries, it was a living hell it ate up the hungry the pure and the good I hated my superiors and their union due I was aspiring to disease ridden young men so I took to my heels and went to college and filled my fountain pen no one understood I was all alone I was to much for them having my own mind I seen right through them they were just being kind building their commune to the hum of the radio's tune So here I was all educated with nothing to declare looking back it was me that I hated I could rhyme off all the ill fated as time passed by and I chilled out I was the king and the pawn in this grown up game with everyone Else's loves and cares I thought I knew their faces I toasted the newborn and all the dead as they toasted each other and me then it all started we all toasted fortune and misfortune to the hum of the radios tune I met a woman blonde and ripe she sang her songs in Gaelic she was a master in the bagpipe she'd read all my poems and asked why all the atrocity written by a royrodel with his sane and sanity I thought to myself it's the afternoon she knows me to well nervously wondering what could I do so I proposed and heard wedding bells there was no gold or sliver spoon to the hum of the radios tune I argued with the politicians senseless beat and all their love affairs they spoke of someone Else's future like I wasn't there then I was standing on the corner feeling like a rock inside I'd sold my soul before just to overcome all my guilt and pride the skies were gray time had gave me one more ride I felt like howling at the moon then late one night I was dancing to the hum of the radios tune
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e-griff on 03-12-2007
To the hum of the radios tune
this is strangely moving - and sad. G

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littleditty on 03-12-2007
To the hum of the radios tune
There is clarity and a quiet strength of emotion to this that deserves i read it out of this shop im in with the music blaring and people screaming playing pool - i think this might be the best ive read of yours, i want to hear the rhymes better later -liked this piece Roy, iΒ΄ll be back...xxldx

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e-griff on 04-12-2007
To the hum of the radios tune
glad this got nibbed.

you have a poetic soul, and expression - not always 'tidy'/'correct', but there, nontheless!

G

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Filthy Rose (posted on: 26-11-07)
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You drink your fill filthy rose you make me think I'm civil forget about my devils You're man's doing time until he washes the blood from his hands you tie up your boots and make history with every breath You scratched at your eyes filthy rose looking for retribution in all the confusion You're a good friend to black kids just because someone knocked on your door you bought their disguise and turned onto justification road You're son is a gambling man filthy rose he's stole your life's long labour no more, no more favors I guess I love you because your not mine I watch your hurting the way I've always done before
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e-griff on 02-12-2007
Filthy Rose
I don't like song lyrics.

But if I did.

I'd like this one.

regards, JohnG πŸ™‚

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sing a long to the radio song (posted on: 23-11-07)
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Everyone wants my money no one wants my mind they're scratching at the surface just to find a godsend reflecting their life and death I'm gonna drink my fill and eat until I burst live a little and see who I can trust gonna bring the empire to her knees get every inhibition and everyone's disease I'm gonna marry someone I don't like dress up in drag just for spite lay my hand down in front of a stranger mark my cards because I need the danger To many two breasted suits I'll lie for your ignorance then lick your leather boots think of my mama and decide what the weathers gonna be and sit down so sad in the launderama And from my jail cell I'll cry out my innocence do my time, listen to the tolling bell stand alone and join the resistance look like someone you fear and think about taking a chance All the no good moral bearers stay sterile and abandoned they condemn the truth and the swearers they cant fast forward or rewind they'd shoot me dead and drink some tea they can't look into the quicksand of your mind I'm climbing out of your ditch just to keep my heart going tick tock maybe one day I'll be drunken rich until then I'll shave my face just for a taste of self love in this never ending race Then when it's all gone to far I'll check the headlines be happy. leave the door ajar pray for death now that I've lived to long check all the mathematics and sing a long to the radio song
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Jen_Christabel on 23-11-2007
sing a long to the radio song
I liked this - somehow it was just right. I am unsure of leaving out the punctuation though. There was a typo - easily fixed

To many two breasted suits

should be 'too'

Good piece.

Jennifer x

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Mr Prentice (posted on: 16-11-07)
true love as I know it

knew a man he loved his wife they wined and dined never had children she said" never mind" He worked anywhere just to see her hair so fair she was his queen the best thing he'd seen They lived together for thirty years his wife went to heaven without fear all he done was cry and cry he put on his boots, never asked why He drank every penny he had he missed his wife he was sad he never heard laughter again his heart broken and in in pain He talked of life and how he loved his wife and a broken heart with so much grief he noticed everywhere she'd been like a picture from within Then one day he up and died all I could do was cry and cry he talked of life, talked of life but he let go, because he loved his wife.
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Jock (posted on: 09-11-07)
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You're a hardman of the thistle with your tape of the pipe band you see an Asian all you want to give him is reprimand you think your fighting for your land the Asian man smiles at you but you don't want to understand his life, love and desires Your heart is full of fear and loathing it's something you got from your Dad, Sunday school and the church choir Scotland sells you every culture as you order your sweet n sour you give a pound to charity because you're not so poor then you head for the bookies to lose your desire to score your good at this you're not a rookie you're the one that hires and fires Your heart is full of fear and loathing it's something you got from your Dad, Sunday school and the church choir You walk into your local and you order a single malt you're a xenophobe through choice you like your vinegar and salt the arrows are flying into the dart board the juke box is loud and crying it's the song you can afford you read the back pages of the Daily Liar Your heart is full of fear and loathing it's something you got from your Dad, Sunday school and the church choir You'd hang all the criminals the thieves and the crooks you'd vote for pain as a punishment but you haven't read any books your a man from the gutter that's one thing that's true like Stalin and Hitler and just a little of Beauvoir Your heart is full of fear and loathing it's something you got from your Dad, Sunday school and the church choir You're buying your piece of paradise mortgaged to the hilt your idyllic Scottish castle that someone else built you're trying so hard in the rat race just to own a place called home and your own free parking space and a garaged clothes dryer Your heart is full of fear and loathing it's something you got from your Dad, Sunday school and the church choir
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Own song (posted on: 09-11-07)
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Riding through that old Scots town I heard the echoing siren pulled up at a junction just to watch the mothers crying the lollipop man stopped and said "take it easy stop trying, I've got kid's to get across the road, and their mothers are buying" I heard Wogan, Bruce, everyone on radio two saw the sky up up high looked left and right and saw the wannabes everyone thinking about themselves and all their cares they looked through me like I wasn't there businessmen, cleaners and all the drug dealers all the new starts and the dirty rats wedding dressed ladies and bowler hats a minister of my race forgot what he said if his congregation, never questioned him he would have forgot what he said the soldier was in another country wondering if he was insane not wanting to hurt anyone last thing he wanted was pain a cop looked at me as I sat silently waiting for my next move how could he ever believe I could remove his life of lies now you I saw you in all your glory and favour like a peacock in hell you couldn't even savour your cappuccino or love letter and me I thought about things in the past like my mam and my dad and being well dressed I wont look at your face I wont look at your pride don't you look at me because I'll just fallout and hide behind all this talk why don't you walk why don't you walk back to where you belong and sing your song sing your own song
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reckless on 09-11-2007
Own song
This intrigues me. It's like two poems in one. I like and appreciate the first half, with its observations, then the tone changes, and I haven't quite got my head around the ending, and who the people are the poet is addressing. There'sa lot here to like.

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Sunken on 09-11-2007
Own song


Hello Mr. Roy. I agree with Reckless. It does kinda read like two poems. This isn't necessarily a bad thang tho. It's like two for the price of one. Think of yourself as Boots the Chemist. They often make promotions like these and are always very successful. My fave bit has to be -

they looked through me like I wasn't there
businessmen, cleaners
and all the drug dealers

Nice one Mr. Roy and no mistake.

Rate: Fish and chips (with a healthy salad side dish that no one ever eats)

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I think you're in my prayers (posted on: 29-10-07)
just some r n b

I've got five pence in my pocket and blood on my hands you smile at me through your song and rebel band the look in your eye is one I haven't seen but I can't bring myself to tell you, where I've been So don't you look at me if you do try not to stare I think you're in my prayers I keep fighting off all my demons and ghosts so I open another bottle and raise a toast to the fathers and mothers with eyes full of tears and to the children they've raised through the years So don't you look at me if you do try not to stare I think you're in my prayers I sit here counting , waiting to howl at the moon listening to the radio and her same old tunes you want someones love and to open your heart like we all do from the very start So don't you look at me if you do try not to stare I think you're in my prayers All my TV heroes bowed to their heroin at night a girl my age slapped on makeup and wondered if I'd like a bite I was already over flowing as I smiled gladly for her attention I couldn't ignore all her pain and all her trying So don't you look at me if you do try not to stare I think you're in my prayers I need no one and every one in the same breath but not all the religion and every sabbath just because someone said " come drink with me" and told me I was who they wanted to see So don't you look at me if you do try not to stare I think you're in my prayers
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orangedream on 29-10-2007
I think youre in my prayers
Something about this I like. The three line chorus is thought provoking and original.

One of your best, roy i.m.o.

Tina πŸ™‚

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Romany on 29-10-2007
I think youre in my prayers
I agree, this is one of your best and there is a quality to it I like too. A kind of raw honesty. I especially like the opening lines.

Romany.

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Sunken on 29-10-2007
I think youre in my prayers
Hello Mr. Roy. What does R n B stand for? Rock n Bowl? It's a strange old world. I agree with the ladies, one of your best.

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eddiesolo on 29-10-2007
I think youre in my prayers
Yep, top lyrics Roy-defo one of your best mate.

Si:-)

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Am I what you perceive (posted on: 05-10-07)
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Tantalized, fingers tingling peoples issues for sale on the newsagent door a woman from East Kilbride won it all a crowd of people kept playing to even the score my knowledge surprises me as I fall and fall I switch my mind to absorb disguised messages then I fall again into my dream serving the Utopia, I'm a slave living on the fringes as I live in the sewer I plot and I scheme then we're in full swing I hear you, your not the only fool that's had to cry as you text your thoughts into cyber space bouncing of your brain up to the satellite in the sky why does the laughing man have a white face Am I what you perceive, we are closer to the golden dawn pushing trough all these people in my mind I stop and talk with the king, he invites me to feast climbing upto his castle, why is the king so confined and why isn't my home surrounded by my dead and deceased I cry as I think about the mothers of the dead and we know that children are dying struggling in our minds for that great read as greed rules your soul you can make money just by seeing eat until your full until your cold and your dead I met a man that met a man who told me thing's I seen my heart long before you broke it love is not the East Kilbride lady winning you're a Jesuit with a number one hit as you introduce to me failure and sinning give me Rubik's puzzle and confusing weather charts give me sex without harmony and no love a thousand dreary days and broken dreams no one will ever care or approve as I fall again into my dream
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pampers on 05-04-2009
Am I what you perceive
Really like this piece, not sure exacty why, which is more a reflection on me than you. " I seen my heart long before you broke it" is very evocative, to me at least.
Great read.

pampers

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Glory bed (posted on: 01-10-07)
inspired by Muddy

Maybe tomorrow you'll feel better on the doorstep just another bill letter and the cold from the night leaves her death and spite the birds are calling, your mind's playing tricks you reach for your early morning fix you can turn around in your bed yeah your going on your way to your glory bed You may be an delinquent infant terrible taking love that's not so affordable you get into your comfort zone people are starving you give the dog a bone the milkman clatters his bottles you consider what your neighbor said yeah your going on your way to your glory bed You switch on the TV and pick a road you absorb all the information and break the code gambling like yesterday for a gain anything will do but you don't want any pain but you've been naughty you let them in crawling into your mind through your skin you hear of births and deaths so sad yeah your going on your way to your glory bed You put on your coat it's not as bad as it seems velvet is soft just like in your dreams it keep's out the rain and the cold you were a proud giver of life and done what you were told you ask yourself as you look at your mirrored face will someone love you in all your disgrace your all so confused in your pretty head yeah your going on your way to your glory bed Everything that keeps you fit and alive you remember your mother when you were five now you don't go in, your on the outside you take what you need then you run and hide as you make lonely love to yourself and the bitter you fix your hair in the taxi mans mirror considering drugs that are good and bad yeah your going on your way to your glory bed
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eddiesolo on 18-10-2007
Glory bed
Good stuff Roy, some great lines and does certainly smack of the blues and to be honest I think Muddy would enjoy this.

Si:-)

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Sterling Satan Mcgee (posted on: 21-09-07)
play in open g

Satan would have been arrested if he hadn't had his stroke U2 came along and I guessed they wanted to be like you Satan your woman died and your heart was broke Sterling Mcgee you master genius of the blues A disgusted white lady interviewed Adam the novice as you played the blues in your mind and your soul she was looking for ratings and a bigger office Adam was like John Lennon without the rock n roll One of the few who can go into the darkness of their mind and come out with circled squares and beautiful things you gave the rest life and the shine of living legends you taught them the things like how the blackbird sings They cried, tried and died, set up another lie to understand you and spoke about your church, porch,but never about the birch your rhythm and your beat made them all search for something true just another day in paradise, and your still out their of reach Adam never had the blues, he just he had nothing to say but he felt your life, love and passion in his d flat harp he was dancing in his car with Davey, Fairy and Mary when monsters were drawing up your's and my R.I.P The things in the night that we all turn away from the devil and the things you know and do not fear like twelve bar blues, why are they singing your song your dreadlocks will wither in the perfect blues tear In your mind you danced and danced for your woman clocks ticked and the world spun round and round again as the poet's searched and searched for fame and absolution but they don't know the blues they don't know your pain You sing about the mothers who have no children you sing about the children that have no mothers because your cool and every thing's fine and forgiven and they're playing your songs to nuns and hookers Satan would have been arrested if he hadn't had his stroke U2 came along and I guessed they wanted to be like you Satan your woman died and your heart was broke Sterling Mcgee you master genius of the blues
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Jolen on 21-09-2007
Sterling Satan Mcgee
I don't play, but I do enjoy lyrics and these are great.

blessings,
Jolen

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Elizio Jesus Rodriegus (posted on: 14-09-07)
In memory of one of the greatest men that ever lived.

I was aware of all the ripped faces my mother told me of the graces cheap vodka drove me insane helped me forget about the pain Then I met Elizio Jesus Rodriguez I fell in love with out any fuss a sweet talking giant of a man who taught me not to fear the bogeyman We went swimming on the 25th of December on a cold Dunbar day I remember that crazy, beautiful Salvadorian guy why, oh why did he have to die Even Yahoo is afraid to tell the truth I'm just anointed, I knew him in his youth just like you I had no money we were on the take for milk and honey Benny told me he'd gone home to die to look for his mother with a tear in his eye oh sweet Elizio I know why you went but for Americas sins I can't repent
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Auld Lang Syne (posted on: 07-09-07)
Muddy Waters please forgive me

This was Scotland not so long ago dirty Celtic, Gaelic bastards on the make where the poor and black dead were left for the crow your ancestors and make no mistake Doctor McKenzie from Aberdeen had the cat of nine tails in his bag he worked for Scotland and for king and queen he'd worked for mad James and had burned the hag There's more gold in this black merchandise we'll sell them in Glasgow, Edinburgh and Dundee and give them the pox, no wages and lice give them no choice so they'll never be free This was Scotland not so long ago dirty Celtic, Gaelic bastards on the make where the poor and black dead were left for the crow your ancestors and make no mistake Reverend Lapsley wanted white souls to save his god was money and the bible he spoke he prayed William Wilberforce would have an early grave he was loved by the government and fair skinned folk Negro.Negro woman with a Negro boy buy her now get the child for free they'll play with your children , bring them joy a bargain at the price, all for your vanity
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e-griff on 07-09-2007
Auld Lang Syne
Ah, the Highland's 'forgotten past'!

A powerful poem which I enjoyed very much

Technically:

I found the last line of the chorus slightly woolly in meaning, I couldn't understand it fully - but it reads well.

may I suggest small changes to perhaps make these lines scan more smoothly:
'he wished William Wilberforce an early grave
and was loved by the government and fair skinned folk'

and at the end perhaps: ' all for vanity' or just 'for vanity'

nice one. JohnG


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reckless on 09-09-2007
Auld Lang Syne
Poweful, hits you between the eyes, well thought through and a timely, original take on what is at times perhaps an over-romanticised past.

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Just sing a song for me if you'd be so kind (posted on: 03-09-07)
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The rain is falling, falling right on down and the moon is at her peak a national strike no light's in this town government's in another country playing hide and seek You call me to play as I prepare for my enemy the sirens are howling,I'm gonna do my best nothing you say could ever be blasphemy I love you girl with all my heart, even if I'm not so well dressed I love you more than I love myself come sit down on my knee we'll drink a toast to your health I'll have coffee you'll have tea and I'll tell you our history, where we came from as my eyes well up thinking about hallelujah and the slum and old laddie when he was a pup I gotta go my future's been signed kiss me just one more time God bless you for being so kind just sing a song for me if you'd be so kind Well I've looked for reason, obeyed every call obeying every reason, always looking at me standing here in history standing proud and tall I'll make the deal to set them free I can't forget all the derision I got teaching me right and wrong and how to pray sometimes that's all you've got and other times it's what you say but I don't think even God knows why we're all so numb success so the story goes is something to be overcome lying in my slumber I think of things I don't want to recall like the grim reaper and all of his pain and death and winters cold snowfall then I remember your sweet breath I gotta go my future's been signed kiss me just one more time God bless you for being so kind just sing a song for me if you'd be so kind My home's been repossessed it makes me prejudiced all I've got left is my song and rhyme and a belief that's been reinforced as I sign on the dotted line I did it for you when you were aspiring I need you to pick up the phone just to talk to me one word from you would be a blessing but I think I'm lost in your debris all the kings men will stand up and fight and waste foreign lands bring death and dismay but I'll always look for your light no matter what they say I remember your crazy laugh I keep reciting your name it's all I have left in the aftermath something that's pure with no shame I gotta go my future's been signed kiss me just one more time God bless you for being so kind just sing a song for me if you'd be so kind Since we parted I've never been the same I look at your picture when I feel blue in this dark mysterious game I could never let them crucify you but hold up your shield because they'll cut you down and do what they feel try and steal your golden crown I seen it in the stars and in their eyes I'm lost in a nightmare without you I can't get to paradise there's no one left to answer my prayer I'm gonna fill in the holes to keep the cold out I'm gonna live like the nobles and in my sleep it'll be your name that I shout I gotta go my future's been signed kiss me just one more time God bless you for being so kind just sing a song for me if you'd be so kind
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e-griff on 04-09-2007
Just sing a song for me if youd be so kind
I thought this was pretty tremendous - gutsy, intricate. I've read your poems and not always known how to comment, so didn't mostly. But this one got to me, absolutly. I read it aloud in my version of a scottish accent and it worked remarkably well, running, stalling, then off again - ideas and images flying.

Only three things worried me.

this: 'even if I'm not so well dressed' - for me it suddenly brought in a note of humour, which here is inapropriate. Sure, it may be just my reading, but there'll be a percentage like me.

First chorus, I reacted badly to the kind/ kind rhyme. Second, I understood how it could work, but was not entirely convinced. Unless it is deeply important, I'd go for a different word to rhyme.

also i assume 'light's in' is 'light is in' I think here, maybe a dash after 'strike' might help, but even so, some will read it as an error. 'no lights in this town' would read OK and I don't think is so different? (maybe - up to you...)

If you will accept it, I think this is an unusual and appealing poem that I would like to give a rare 'Griffpick' to πŸ™‚

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Rose McTavish (posted on: 31-08-07)
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I saw her today bow down and grab the burnt foil from the gutter she didn't even look around not one word did she utter as she joined the line of people looking like John Lennon on Ziggy Stardust another of reverend smacks disciples all the wine drinkers looked on in disgust her arms were healed and healing from cigarette burns and self abuse inside her head she was squealing waiting for her prescribed hangman's noose she ordered coffee with five sugars checked her self in the mirror,said a quick prayer she skipped page three she thought it was vulgar and read the adverts and played with her hair she held her breath then made her score knowing that tomorrow she'd be on an all time low but now she was a queen with a lions roar her cheeks felt rosey, inside she felt a warm glow sweet talking herself, if she says she can do it, she can do it she's out of her face until the end of the day maybe tomorrow she'll join the rat race and quit and find a different kind of heartache and dismay
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Dil on 31-08-2007
Rose McTavish
Give my love to Rose.
Dil

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Sunken on 01-09-2007
Rose McTavish
Hello Mr. Roy. Another very strong sub in my opinion. That probably doesn't mean much, but it's all I have.

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shackleton on 02-09-2007
Rose McTavish
Still trying not to visualize, 'John Lennon on Ziggy Stardust'... but enjoyed the read!

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SANCTIMONIOUS YOU (posted on: 27-08-07)
ode to someone I know

You look at me as if to harass me, The simple things in life you can't see, I ain't part of your world any more, I don't want to belong to your destiny, You don't talk you shout, When your all alone or with the crowd, We wear the same kinda clothes, All neat and clean, But unlike you I ain't so obscene, We used to talk together, And live in harmony like birds of a feather, But like the weather you've changed, Your not so simple ,now you've re-arranged, You always seemed to have the best, You always thought you were a cut above the rest, All nested in all your riches, With no personal life or little glitches, When we met you said you'd phone, But you don't really want me in your comfort zone, Some may call it a tragedy, But just like you I don't want all this drudgery, I know I let you take charge for a time, But that was not your choice but mine, After all to me your just a failure, Even I don't understand why I wanted to hail ya, All our days of youthful dreaming, They've all vanished with there meaning, You've taken your chances, now stop your screaming, And just move on to your dirty dealing, Or turn around and take twelve paces, Then we can join the list of legal cases.
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Sunken on 27-08-2007
SANCTIMONIOUS YOU
Hello Mr. Roy. I read this earlier today and identified with so much of it. Quite cathartic to write I would presume? Nice one and no mistake.

Today I am using a system of rating made famous in 1988 by Rob Base & DJ E-Z Rock. As both Mr. Base and and the D.J. had but one hit (It takes two) I am somewhat limited as to the rating I can bestow. I apologise for any inconvenience that this might cause and no mistake.

Rate: It takes two, by Rob Base & DJ E-Z Rock.

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Jolen on 30-08-2007
SANCTIMONIOUS YOU
Hello Roy:
A very moving ode, for sure. One that I think many will be able to relate too. I spotted a few places you need a comma and so forth, but the message is clear as a bell and this one's been rung, I'd say!
Well done.
blessings,
Jolen

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My sweet hardman (posted on: 24-08-07)
for Harry

I saw his body all covered in clothes as he lay in his coffin tied in bows I can still remember his toothless smile and how he gave money to the African child He taught me life and false pride but never to bow down, never to hide I never seen him cry, never seen him sad he was someones brother, uncle and dad He drank with men who'd kill you dead he held up the bar drinking beer and breaking bread always getting one up living in a trance he never sent his love in roses he never danced I kissed him on his judgment day for the first time he never pushed me away all his dreams were just whispers in the wind but he left them in my heart and mind He left me his ball and chain all of his self doubt pride and pain in the ghetto where he was taught with my sense of pride and wars that'd been fought He was my sweet hardman who never woke because of him no tears make me choke I loved him because he was just there but he's dead now and I still care
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Dil on 26-08-2007
My sweet hardman
Roy, a fitting tribute to a loved one. Well written.
Dil

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e-griff on 30-08-2007
My sweet hardman
A strange mix of simple rhyme, some ungrammatic phrases, and a deep and meaningful message. It was the message that stood out for me. very powerful. G

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Scotland (posted on: 20-08-07)
a day at the fringe

Strolling through Edinburgh town I saw a rat and a foreign clown I gasped for breath at the cross roads with the rest of the hordes I was reminded of Scott and the bastard Burns and of English heritage on every turn I went to the National museum next to the tollbooth it displayed all of it's wonders, except for the truth fooling the Jap,American and uneducated man I ate with my fingers but they did not understand even the beggar sold Victoria's tartans shouting gimme money for a few cider cans a name despised by every Pict Edinburgh town full every kind of dirt that was founded by a hanger on even though they still sing the songs a land that gave the world a new myth all because of the bastard Adam Smith Gregor ripped the truth from the land and turned it into what he could understand no truth in Scotland so don't look here the youth drink Buckfast instead of beer the old are brain dead and just live in fear so when you think of Scotland give it a cheer
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e-griff on 20-08-2007
Scotland
hey, they're all in the government running the UK - before that they ran the Empire.

Now they are bored.

best to you, JohnG

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Elfstone on 20-08-2007
Scotland
Interesting; last time I looked, the museum was in Chambers Street and the Tolbooth down the Mile.
ummm - can I just ask, who is "Gregor"? Elf.

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yes Elf your probably right but we went on a pub tour drinking Scottish fire water and anyways the people who run the museum should be in the Tolbooth for all their mistruths.
Gregor McGregor of Poyais who imo one of the greatest liars ever.

RODEL

Kazzmoss on 21-08-2007
Scotland
I like your poetry, don't know anything about the people you mentioned apart from the obvious, but do enjoying reading them - Kazz

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Time on the clock (posted on: 23-07-07)
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Time on the clock and someone is being kind There's a man looking at me and he wants to blow my mind Amsterdam's the place; gonna grab my pen and write I can see clearly here and every thing's in sight I rolled my own and thought about that kid dying when I heard the sad news nothing could stop me crying there was plenty of things that kid could have been I wish I was a witch that could have for seen Feel I'm missing out on life's true meaning you see the reaper and me's got an understanding you asked for forgiveness, as you go on your merry way well the night ain't dark it's just different shades of gray Time on the clock, the birds are flying I've got a hunch, this is what you've been anticipating didn't need the grapevine, I already know your pride after all there's nowhere else left to hide The taxis are moving and the city is alive I only came here to find my self and revive the rain is wet and the sun shines down her heat I'm gonna stand in queue and see who I can meet I've been lying down low with someone else's addiction I can smell her hair and I want her passion this woman I can cherish every other day I'll love her from midnight right through to midday Time on the clock cat's on the prowl gonna get my inspiration don't why where or how after ever thing is gone I'll step out off the boxing ring you gave me the the love of God and all your sexual healing Gonna get my revenge on that mister Jones I'll make his wife and kids answer the phones shame on me, shame on me for being so bad but sometimes mister Jones gets in and drives me mad I am the the loser as I live the lie she's the one I want to be dominated by bird's in the corner beginning to tweet don't want to taste the bitter just feed me something sweet Time on the clock there's a new beginning the loser has lost and the winner is winning All the lost souls are grabbing onto this new idea I'll brush my own shoes and forget about my own fear People are laughing and I want to laugh too I wanna look like them, get the same tattoo I'm not about to admit that I've been wrong it's in the genes I'm just to headstrong Gonna rob a bank gonna be an outlaw I'll run and I'll hide and obey every bylaw the dawn's coming up got to listen to my head one day soon I'm gonna end up dead
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Is it over now (posted on: 16-07-07)
Is it over now

Like a withering flower our love where did it go you just up and died and all I could do was cry All that time lost just one more smile in this summer rain I watched you when you slept There goes my friend all the money comes it's no good to me please come back please Our souls torn apart I don't like losing just one more touch one more smell of your hair Tell me what should I do one more dance in the snow I can't close my eyes we can't hold hands I try and try to live life as I hold on for one more day tear drops on my pillow we can't run and jump Is it over now Is it over now Is it over now Is it over now
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Sunken on 16-07-2007
Is it over now
Hello Mr. Rodel. Lovely stuff. Is it me, or does it read like a song? Nice one Roy.

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Summer Holiday (posted on: 16-07-07)
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Pushing through to the departure lounge passing the war zone and all the lies the adverts begging you to change your pound to families who had sacrificed their time for a piece of paradise and duty free provisions sold themselves like crack head prostitutes Roy Rodel just wrote his songs from his starved mind as he thought of lamp light and Mandalay Beautiful men served microwave food to trapped individuals whose ears popped the pilot blurted out trying not to be rude ' we're at ten thousand feet and the temperature has dropped' and up standing citizens who looked like their idols ate their nourishment with a sense of pride Roy Rodel just wrote his songs from his starved mind as he shared their darkness and dismay Rushing to their transfer bus addicts lit up their guide spoke in broken English hoping that there would be no more hiccups as the holiday makers phoned home with a kiss and suspecting security guards counted heads as they listened to their own fear Roy Rodel just wrote his songs from his starved mind as he went along with the charade to avoid delay A neon light said your hotel is here robotically everyone rose with a sense of relief to their unforgiving heat and warm beer and to something different from the madness that fuelled their belief and the hotelier demanded their passports to prove that the people were real Roy Rodel just wrote his songs from his starved mind as the bellboy said " tankyou sir have a nice day"
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Romany on 16-07-2007
Summer Holiday
I like the two detached lines at the end of each stanza, which serve nicely to put across a sense of 'grinning and bearing it,' with which I suspect many of us can identify. I also like your obsevations of people throughout. Wasn't sure what you were getting at with the 'beautiful men' line though - I agree men can be beautiful, but I wasn't sure how you meant it here. I think if you trimmed this down a bit sentence wise it would be a really strong piece.

Romany.

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the beautiful men thing was the trolley dollies, the air hostesses and hosts.

RODEL


Polly the junkie (posted on: 25-06-07)
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Polly the junkie talked politics of revenge and disgrace with his ghostly looks he muttered every word with rage they scorned his antics and his drug taking ways spitting out declarations the light bounced of his face He came in from the night, a night that went on forever he came in from the night, bringing everyone together he came from his dungeon to make everything nice he came with revolution and the purest advice Peroxide blonde's entered looking for their Godless man surprised veterans and boys sat silently in the pews I listened intently as Polly began to snort and pray he spoke the truth but no one liked what he had to say He came in from the night, a night that went on forever he came in from the night, bringing everyone together he came from his dungeon to make everything nice he came with revolution and the purest advice
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Sunken on 26-06-2007
Polly the junkie
Hello Mr. Roy. Enjoyed this. It reads like a song for some reason. Or is that just me watching too much Youtube again? Nice one.

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orangedream on 26-06-2007
Polly the junkie
I guess you could say Roy - your pieces are an acquired taste. Maybe, I'm just getting acquired to them. Strange, too. I know what Sunken meant, about it being like a song lyric. Maybe an untapped well, perhaps... unless you got there before me.

;-)Tina

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We met at the mausoleum (posted on: 22-06-07)
We met at the mausoleum

We met at the mausoleum, the ancient owner still impressing the living she was holding a cigarette it was unlit like some fashion accessory I felt like Porgy and she was Bess with her messed up life and everything the sun was blinking through the clouds as old leaves lay rotting I looked at her didn't know what sounds she'd mutter out for an excuse she said "I need someone so I picked on you, I knew you'd be waiting" my heart pounded with anger and lust like some bass- baritone fool she was disgusted by my wisdom but she always wanted to be winning I spoke into her eyes" I thought you'd shriveled up and died along time ago" she said " do you remember Sunday school, when you played with lightening" all I saw was all her addiction and disgrace and a body that made you stare the shadows were sleeping, her beauty went on for ever, left me shivering she said " you just shut your mouth shut and give me sentences and words" I said " if you say you can do it then you can do it,no time left for child bearing" the clock struck noon and like the wind she was a distant memory.
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e-griff on 23-06-2007
We met at the mausoleum
Hmm this is to some extent inexplicable, but good. i struggle to know it all, but I like the flavour, to feel the substance. My crit soul picked on lightening/lightning, but then I was not sure.

I think the problem,if any, is - we need a clue. πŸ™‚

best johnG

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ok
first line sets the scene
the whole idea of meeting at a mausoleum conjours up different ideas in everybody, but never the less we all have the same morbid curiosity which the owners know.

second line
she will remain nameless
the holding of the unlit cigarette is symbolic of addiction
and the fashion accessory resembles western culture as in Gucci, Armani accessories and how this is what people believe will make them happy
third line
the Porgy and Bess thing I thought was self explanatory, I used them to show similarities in the relationships both couples have.
fourth line
the sun blinking through the clouds, gives hope and the old leaves are memories
fifth line
the unknown
sixth line
she's telling me how she's used her power
seventh line
my pride is hurt
eighth line
she didn't like being told what to do
ninth line
my revenge for her using her power over me
tenth line
she's playing me with a memory from when we were young "lightening" ie truth
lines eleven and twelve
my lust at an image that I could not obey
line thirteen
she's demanding my advice
line fourteen
I give the advice she wants and doesn't want to hear,

Sunken on 23-06-2007
We met at the mausoleum
Hello Mr. Roy. I'm surprised you haven't had more comment on this. I think it's one of your strongest to date. Particularly liked -

'...all I saw was all her addiction and disgrace and a body that made you stare...'

and

"I need someone so I picked on you, I knew you'd be waiting"

Good stuff and no mistake.

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Emerald on 27-06-2007
We met at the mausoleum
This is so sad and full of time that was spent futiley elsewhere - I love this Roy - my kind of poetry

Emma x


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The Watcher (posted on: 18-06-07)
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I watch you as you decipher every book and pamphlet, from the bible to namby - pamby pornographic excuses politics, science, geography and the world debt You were born into a family who was just rich enough at a time when they called their genocide freedom a time of wealth, opportunity and never having enough. With this strange, sinister individuality that you have developed you absorbed every situation and got paid for the privilege all the class distinction and lack of public spirit you kidnapped A desperado with fifteen corpses to his credit ate like a king who had the philosophy to take what he wanted caught your eye you paid his bill and ordered another whiskey and watched them cringe You strive to capture everyones utopia and varnish it with love their ignorance,poverty, disease, hunger and superstition you cure you tell them what they want to see and no one disapproves their failing to imagine happiness makes you popular and vain distrust amongst them and the lack of brotherhood grows everyday as they buy your every thought as you empty out your brain
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Dil on 18-06-2007
The Watcher
Some very good lines in your poem.
Dil

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e-griff on 18-06-2007
The Watcher
This flowed smoothly for me, a pouring rant. πŸ™‚ - except in verse two where I had a couple of technical snags.

The first line: -
With your strange, sinister individuality that you had developed -

I feel has problems at 'your' /that you had - it's tautology and confusing, so may I suggest:
With the strange, sinister individuality that you had developed

and further as you start in the present tense, perhaps:
With the strange, sinister individuality that you have developed

I also couldn't quite work out : and lack of public spirit you kidnapped (which I assumed to be the end of a sentence). what did he kidnap? The lack or the public spirit?

and the only other wee thing - I had trouble working out who 'them' referred to in the last line.

apart from that, as I said, fine. best, JohnG

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Thanx for the techy stuff.
This work started out as a critique of Syd Barret ie Dark side of the moon.
"all the class distinction and lack of public spirit you kidnapped " is something that all writers capture and sell then resell, it's something religion thrives on for example.
" you tell them what they want to see and no one disapproves " them, the writers audience.
hope that helps

RODEL

orangedream on 19-06-2007
The Watcher
A strong, impassioned write,Roy.

"... as they buy your every thought as you empty out your brain."

about sums it up for me.

Enjoyed.

:-)Tina

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Perfection (posted on: 15-06-07)
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Perfection reigns like some thorn in my side perfection laughs as I think about my bride a child plays with frogs and hairy spiders then perfection hides Perfection drives its impossible goals to be achieved perfection gives me a million things to be believed the rain starts falling on everyones face then perfection hides Perfection whispers go another little mile for me perfection blind's me to things i cannot see darkness invites perfection and me to sleep then perfection hides Perfection counts and checks every little heart beat perfection judges everyone's tomorrow I've yet to meet I yawn to a love I cannot obey then perfection hides Perfection smells and tells me to be aware perfection tells me not to lay myself bare another perfected follower goes his own way then perfection hides
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Sunken on 15-06-2007
Perfection
Hello Mr. Roy. I once knew a girl who claimed to be perfect. In the end, she was anything but. I now place my trust in those who are far less perfect, they seem more reliable. Blimey, you made me think.

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Me and Lofty part two (posted on: 11-06-07)
part two

I awoke with a yawn, to the sound of Lofty, rolling the barrel of his gun, and crunching on croissants, looking like some Greek god, sculpted in marble looking like the superior race, He had ordered breakfast , this was how he showed his love for me by making sure that I would dine on fine foods from different cuisines, He said "you feeling high?", I said "no" he said "eat with me, pour me a coffee and you'll feel fine" and when the last of the honey, dripped from my spoon he said, "your twenty one grand up son, do you feel fine?", a muffled cry, came from the hotel door it said " seniors I'm here to change the bed", in walked Maria, like Jesus' mother and, Marlyn Monroe Lofty looked at her, with a smile in awe he said, "here's a thousand pounds lady" she said "no senior my boss won't let me I'm here to make the bed", Lofty just put it in her hand and said "thank you lady, I hope you understand" Me and Lofty two of a kind hoping that Lofty don't think to much and use his mind, Me and Lofty looking for the second encore chip on our shoulder we're gonna even the score we're gonna even the score The clock on the wall hit the eleventh hour, counting all our money thinking about cards looking at money, that we never seen before, Lofty looked to the door, as he lit up a smoke, and as sure as hell there was a demanding voice and, an unwelcoming knock In walked the manager, who needed to straighten his tie he said " I pay Maria she don't need your charity, she works for me, that's her choice", Lofty cocked his gun, with the greatest of ease, the two of them went onto the balcony I heard the manager say "don't, don't shoot me please", I switched to the racing page, on the hotel TV thinking about freedom, and being on the run in walked Lofty, from the balcony, he had a grin on his face, as he uncocked his gun the manager was all bloody, I asked him if he wanted, some fine Indian tea, he looked at Lofty and said "is it okay if I sit" I poured him a Masala Chai , Lofty said "no" so I straightened his tie, Lofty said "get out of my sight, unless you want more fear", "one more thing give this to Maria", Me and Lofty two of a kind hoping that Lofty don't think to much and use his mind Me and Lofty looking for the second encore chip on our shoulder we're gonna even the score we're gonna even the score We took the stairs, from the twenty second floor Lofty said "luck be a lady, we're gonna even the score" the lobby was buzzing, everyone was on a high, Lofty ordered a drink, and began to cry, he said "let's play poker, and give our winnings to Africa", I said " and what about the outcasts, in this utopia?", we hit the tables, and the money rolled in Lofty had two two's, so he went all in I laughed out loud, the croupier went red it was a pleasure when, Lofty never used his head he beat a king high, and another stranger we took our lot, to the chip exchanger the stranger just looked, and kept on and on about how he had remotgaged his house, and now everything was gone I said " better luck next time, I don't know how it's done" he said "give me my money back", with fear in his eye " I ain't gonna let you two losers, bleed me dry" I said" sir it's just a bit of fun" I opened up my jacket and showed him my gun Me and Lofty two of a kind hoping that Lofty don't think to much and use his mind Me and Lofty looking for the second encore chip on our shoulder we're gonna even the score we're gonna even the score
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Dil on 11-06-2007
Me and Lofty part two
Refreshingly different with a good tale.
Dil

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Zoya on 14-06-2007
Me and Lofty part two
Dear Roy,
Though I have not read your Part One, but I enjoyed this very much. Keeps the interest of the reader intact throughout and that is what makes it an interesting tale!
Thanks for sharing the story!
Love, Zoya

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Newcastle Blues (posted on: 08-06-07)
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Leaving on the next train leaving the bullrushes and the crane wondering how many villages make up a town in this land of opportunity and concrete in Newcastle I arrived bleary eyed they were showing reruns of Bonnie and Clyde The tar was melting on the ground summertime in Newcastle town lost in the heat with no direction somebody asked me for a cigarette as a butterfly fell before me and died I was confused by the inner city guide I hailed a taxi with it's neon sign taxi man said "which side of the Tyne" I pointed at a mark on my for-boding map the radio played soothing jazz I awoke all fumbled and up side down seeing the taxi man's fingers stained dark brown I strolled searching for money and fame and pictures of guitars and theater dames I found a karaoke bar next to the snake pit illegal times with peanuts and pints a man said " give us some american pie" "sing it loud sing it high" I got my flute out and everything halted but they weren't after something exalted so I got on the stage to sing with a glass of red wine as their smoke filled my lungs but then I thought I can't sing like Mclean I was to humble and incredibly vain The barmaid left in a furious rage her ex boss asked me if I needed a wage at last a singing job in Newcastle with big ideas I was desperate and near a mike serving peanuts, beer and savoury snacks making enough to pay the piper and my income tax
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potleek on 08-06-2007
Newcastle Blues
Nowt wrang wi thi words bonny lad, aa thowt yi might'a used the audio and sang the bugger tiv us, wad a been much better yi knaa...lol...Tony

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yeah okay

RODEL


Just another crazy lazy lullaby (posted on: 08-06-07)
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Your love is strong your heart is pure as you watched your father die a life of grief and social despise I was your escape and your reason to ask why I saw you and I loved you you could not understand me even now you question if your free Just another crazy lazy lullaby as you look me in the eye don't look at my thoughts I wanna take you high Your mother has the power to draw the virgins blood to start a revolution and start the tidal flood she sits crippled in her body with the sharpest of minds pouring out a wisdom that eternally binds Just another crazy lazy lullaby as you look me in the eye don't look at my thoughts I wanna take you high Your granddaughter calls you granny then you know the reason why no book could ever be a stand in as happiness makes you cry your senses are heightened as your grandchild completes the void life complete your heart overjoyed Just another crazy lazy lullaby as you look me in the eye don't look at my thoughts I wanna take you high
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Sunken on 09-06-2007
Just another crazy lazy lullaby
Hello Mr. Roy. That title has a right ring to it and no mistake. Do you have a tune in your head when you write a 'lyric' sub? Nice one Mr. Roy of Rodel fame.

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I find it difficult to write love songs where things are laid bare, the tune I had in mind was a slow sweet child of mine. I did try it to Cohen's Hallelujah but it need some rearranging.

RODEL


read about the future and everybodies crimes (posted on: 16-03-07)
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I was reading the paper just to cope and understand the same one I got yesterday from the same forgettable man he bellowed " sun, mirror, record and times, read about the future and every bodies crimes" Thinking about the past and an old forgotten flame thinking about the future just to forget her name pushing and shoving just standing in line read about the future and every bodies crimes Old man love handed out lottery tickets, hope and fate bought by every lover, local loser and cheat and every whiskey drinker who only drank wine read about the future and every bodies crimes Living free under the dark shadow of demented fear lover don't you dare love me don't you ever shed a tear your mammy scrubbed floors your baby made it all fine read about the future and every bodies crimes Never had direction north south east or west woke up in the dunes on Sunday always in my best rainbow colours everywhere and then we feel fine read about the future and every bodies crimes
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orangedream on 16-03-2007
read about the future and everybodies crimes
Love the way you repeat the last line throughout the poem. It really gives the feel of a guy selling his newspapers and yelling out the headlines to passers by. Don't know if they still do it. I remember in Wood Green, by the tube station a guy stood there every night and I can hear him now, "Read all about it - Star, News and Standard!"

Good strong poem, enjoyed!

πŸ™‚ Tina

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Zoya on 18-03-2007
read about the future and everybodies crimes
I especially like the refrain... it makes the lyrics sound like the newspaper venders who used to sell papers in olden times- still do...
Love, Zoya

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Tam's wife (posted on: 12-03-07)
1969-2007 part two

Deformed, laughed at, spat at you made them all feel like winners their mothers spoke behind your back little girl with no arms or hands christian Johnny wanted you for his fool your not very sophisticated no dress or jacket would fit you your eyes so blue and a smile that loved you loved with grace Teenage hormone stood there laughing hurt, condemned everyone understood you had no friends to loose and you knew it fast and furious you became a bitch war's started and ended you were still the girl with no hands cruelty was a way of life like that time when you were born your hero inside was just always there all your learning made you just like them You gave a little bit of your love to Tam then he was your main man running, dancing, playing, just saying everything you had you shared twenty years on Tam's still there his mind has gone with monotone valium you care for him and his father and mother your children are gone you're all alone but your all he sees in his mind
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orangedream on 12-03-2007
Tams wife
A lot goes on in this poem. And again, an impassioned write. Not too sure I really grasp some of its meaning, but you do have quite a way with words, Roy.

An interesting, well written read.

:-)Tina

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Romany on 12-03-2007
Tams wife
I agree with Tina. A few typos that distract a little, but a deep and I think a sad poem.

Romany.

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LOVE SONG (posted on: 09-03-07)
for Jimmy and Ellon a tear for Jimmy

Follow her, wheelchair bound, giving love a strong man, who gave his life to be with her pushing the wheelchair under the same sky living in their own paradise Pure love, a knight and a lady are planning true love, pushing her up the mountain as people stared at this love so strong they kneeled and sang their love song Beautiful people stopped in wonder to watch the odd pair mothers sighed and cried softly to a love they couldn't feel living in their own hell Pure love, a knight and a lady are planning true love, pushing her up the mountain as people stared at this love so strong they kneeled and sang their love song But they were just playing with time the strongman pleaded with time as he just lay there dying praying just one last push of her wheelchair tears flowing from everyone everywhere Pure love, a knight and a lady are planning true love, pushing her up the mountain as people stared at this love so strong they kneeled and sang their love song
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Still standing (posted on: 09-03-07)
living the dream

The newsman just told me what he just said as I come to my senses all alone at the end living in a dream constantly checking if I'm fine the rain striking my pride and self doubt love makes me kill and look for the thrill don't change my groundhog day with my comfort and pain is it wrong to understand the fear that dwells inside a man when I was first sacrificed they could not tame me beaten resurrected always shined always had the best girl I could tell them what life was about wild times on a plate
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orangedream on 10-03-2007
Still standing
Love the last two lines of this Roy and the rest, of course. Have read it through a couple of times and although I don't pretend to understand every word it seems to be an impassioned piece, thoughtfully written and well constructed.

kind regards
Tina πŸ™‚

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1969-2007 (posted on: 09-03-07)
for Tam

You dropped to your knees at the crossroads of your mind cried onto the pavement at the bottom of the mountain life and her sisters still dealing inside in your corner you were squealing everyone laughing, gnashing smoking, joking wishing you'd never been born toiling with pain hated for playing the game just so someone can tell you your insane your breath is bitter you don't like it your dreams are honey religion , TV and sex offer a way out but you and the next madman know this was never the debate with your green and red what is a fool that can be so dead sunken eyes grey lips monotone valium cropped hair constant stare talking with a cry in your voice victim see your reflection in the tear in her eye victim with one way communication no one likes it you just took it it's like your hands are tied murder rape and genocide dying children and disease you drink more wine to ease and please your way of life
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Romany on 09-03-2007
1969-2007
Same age as me! Couldn't decide if the subject had died, or had just ended an era in her life, or if it was the date of some hugely significant part of her life (2007 I mean.) I also couldn't quite determine what the issue for this person was/is either, but I most definitely read the despair and frustration.

Romany.

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Tam was/is the handyman in our village and he's just had his first nervous breakdown that I know of.
Apologies for the lateness of the reply but it was touch and go as it is with all my friends. Tams pulling through but he hasn't been certified sane yet.

RODEL

Zoya on 09-03-2007
1969-2007
This is a very poignant piece dear Roy!
I read it twice despite the pain it eveokes and tugs somewhere deep at your heart strings... It has that pain which the narrater empathises with and lives it along with the protogonist...
I am just in awe of you after reading it!
(((Thanks for sharing)))
Love, Zoya

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Tam was/is the handyman in our village and he's just had his first nervous breakdown that I know of.
Apologies for the lateness of the reply but it was touch and go as it is with all my friends. Tams pulling through but he hasn't been certified sane yet.

RODEL

Zoya on 09-03-2007
1969-2007
This is a very poignant piece dear Roy!
I read it twice despite the pain it evokes and tugs somewhere deep at your heart strings... It has that pain which the narrator empathizes with and lives it along with the protagonist...
I am just in awe of you after reading it!
(((Thanks for sharing)))
Love, Zoya


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SMOG (posted on: 02-03-07)
'I want it dead or alive' they make a fine pair smog here, smog everywhere

Smog on the horizon coming from the bay everyone keeps on driving with nothing to say comic relief is feeding the many relieving conscience on the way taking from the poor and those with plenty tune your brain to your tv watch out for the health warning don't cry in your tea Smog on the horizon in every village and town no water anywhere as we all start to drown a fool complained 'my petrol isn't clean' sued a supermarket and gasped ' I'll also have some window clean' as lawyers advertised no win no fee with there paper and academic degrees I need her and you to keep me on track drank red wine with mister Stipe it was no big deal, then he offered me the pipe I can write and write, make a hardman give me cash I'm no slut even if you say but with your toothache and skin rash this weeks fashion is red hair thick smog everywhere Smog on the horizon, learn to be an undertaker make coffins out of paper origami for Jersey Johnny the two good faker smog pouring into the schools, making everyone crazy 'don't blame me', he said 'teacher says I'm not lazy' it's a war out there dirty smog everywhere Well ,Tony Blair told us what to believe the econonomies doing well no need for questions, no need to grieve so it all depends on your family tree Bush says to his dog 'I want it dead or alive' they make a fine pair smog here, smog everywhere So your on the train to no where running from something in nothing maybe to some clean fresh air and your full of doubt listenened to teacher and all the fools who was so far out wash in your shower naked and bare smog on the horizon, smog everywhere
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Scum (posted on: 26-02-07)
me and you

Taking life's needle scum families scum people blinded by greed and everything they don't need comfortable, dazed just following the line kill with your car where's your spine my little baby with your lullabies you wont tell me lies this scum you know so well everyday you kiss and tell waiting here for the tolling bell baby I want to tell it all we danced on littered streets mammy had her sixth then we were dancing to a different beat thank you for your time so you didn't believe sorry I had to leave I'm proud of you I'm proud of you You stayed and prayed to the same God now he's in love with you never coming out of hiding do you know what we don't know I'm not saying it again why should I say it again if I'm mad then I'm fucking mad.
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Macjoyce on 23-03-2008
Scum
Roy, mate, I have long presumed you mad...



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Macjoyce on 25-03-2008
Scum
Exhibit A:


Comment posted by royrodel (17-01-2008 10:46)

There's only 2 thing's that smell like fish and 1 of them is fish

RODEL



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Right,



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Me and Lofty the only two left (posted on: 23-02-07)
Me and Lofty the only two left

Me and Lofty the only two left he was calling the shots drinking melted ice in a stolen Ford listening to America he liked Marie Osmond he said ' Roy no more jail ' ' without you I'm nothing ' I said ' where to ' he said ' no more jail ' made our way to someone else's dream looking for a shooting star never knew what time it was we made it to the top of the mountain I looked over suburbia and thought everyones got their problems fooled by their next bad deal Lofty was already tipping the doorman and ordering whiskey and gin we really had a good thing going amongst the greedy and the bitter fitting just like a glove half nude waitresses so inviting saying silently give me, give me just a little more old ladies driven just to shout house salesmen wearing cheap perfume the cashier checked our notes never looked us in the eye made our way to the card room no one turned and stared Lofty sang 'luck be a lady tonight' I smiled sadly he was getting it together me and Lofty the only two left
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Macjoyce on 19-03-2008
Me and Lofty the only two left
The Osmonds are crap.


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the whiskey blues (posted on: 12-02-07)
with thanks to Robert Johnson

He was bad the drink just brought it out he was angry lonely hated the world never took an opportunity rolled his own with brown finger tips drank with the lonely hid behind his eyes his life stunk of misery father died and left him mother never understood beaten, used feeling no good blaming sin and wanting more whiskey breath and driven and a touch of the whiskey blues.
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Sunken on 15-02-2007
the whiskey blues
Hello Roy. Ya know, I could almost see him? I like the 'stunk of misery' line in particular. Hope you get more comment, it certainly deserves more than this.

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scotch on 19-02-2007
the whiskey blues
for me there's too much telling i wondered if you could use more inventive ways/techniques to get the messages across...scotch

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hmmmmm thanks for your critique, I assume from it you don't know who Robert Johnson is.

Thanx

RODEL

wfgray on 22-02-2007
the whiskey blues
Hi Rodel, I don't know who Robert Johnson is. Whisky is a particular drink I like, but it doesn't make me unhappy unless I've got none left. Nicely put with so few words. Will

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eddiesolo on 26-02-2007
the whiskey blues
I think this is a good tribute to the bluesman.

Enjoyed very much mate, you got the theme of the man running well here. Didn't he get poisoned in end? Or get pneumonia? or both?

Si:-)





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Och (posted on: 29-01-07)
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Neath Och when Terra was young a sound was heard spoken in every tongue by the living and the dead Known by all understood by the few the start of the fall written in the morning dew Never handed down it was always there given to poet and clown the other half of the pair Sweet darkness has always been the time of no light don't question what you've seen the ghouls, ghosts and sprites Fools are forever young in the midst of their mind they see witches hung never leaders always behind So toast with me our last breath as we fish in the stream and leave our aftermath only then we'll be esteemed You'll still look fine no monster will put you to shame the sun will shine remember Och's name
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delph_ambi on 31-01-2007
Och
This poem has gentle magic in it. Definitely drew me in. I'd love to see a version written with no rhyme at all, however, as once or twice you have really subverted the poetry by being a slave to the rhyme (the worst offender being the line:'only then we'll be esteemed', where you've had to forsake any rhythm in order to find an awkward rhyming word that doesn't do the poem any favours).

There's a lot here to like. I've a feeling though that if you tried to less consciously 'poetic', you'd write a better poem.

Alternatively, you could do a full on ballad, but in that case you'd have to alter loads of the lines to get the rhythm to work. Probably better to go the other way and write it in freeform verse.

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RIGHTEOUS PATH (posted on: 22-01-07)
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They're coming in on two legs they're looking for a place to stay the hotels are filled with holiday makers busy people going on their way they pass the stuttering soldier he's drunk on cheap cherry wine looking to his shadow for a release anything to get away from the machine and the passengers are not moving as they try to escape from the aftermath wondering who gave who the bad name somewhere down the righteous path. Betty Boop flashes her eye lashes "and where would you be going" she looks and combs her hair with her fingers like the chef's and cooks Popeye pushes his way in "what are you talking to him for" he scratches himself and grunts and wonders what he's done to make her sore the only passion he really has is to get rid of that annoying Goliath and how he can get back onto a righteous path. The smog is rising over the fields the ozone is a thing of the past the sympathetic newsman tells you not to drive to fast a repeat is on everyones tongue and everybody is looking angry inflicting it on the old and the young well the tax man keeps collecting just enough for his pink bubble bath he's riding his pony tonight way down the righteous path The nurse and her pride always covered up her mistakes cyanide or holy water what ever you would take to her it didn't matter her salary fills her greed in a job forever she didn't care about race or creed an angelic do gooding psychopath learning about blood and guts at the college somewhere on the righteous path A policeman dressed in plane clothes to get away from the stink cried himself to sleep caught a disease now he couldn't think he sniffed Charlie and followed golden brown he was going to be a detective but they were cold as ice they were so selective just a drop in the ocean something he was beginning to loathe he couldn't find a release on his righteous path Tom thumb was sick of it all as he beat up his sixth wife he was to afraid to hang he was in love with life the neighbors taunted him how his son was six foot tall no one ever noticed him at the presidential ball only superman had ever asked him "when was the sabbath" he'd always been running away from his righteous path Now they say on Saturday night you can find someone to love like you can begin to believe and have nothing more to prove and your destiny will be sown up well be you a woman or a man lord,lady, king or queen called Dave, Harry or Diane you can look from the highest hill and down in the seas underneath every bodies waiting for you to fall from your righteous path.
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Jolen on 27-01-2007
RIGHTEOUS PATH
What a supurb poem! I cannot believe that its got no comments and or nib. I really enjoyed this, the ryhthm, the rhyme, and the message most of all!

blessings,
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Got you a present (posted on: 22-01-07)
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Got you a present sorry it's dirty I was talking to the almighty and one of his public the conman it was clean but tarnished like old man river Got you a present sorry it's dirty I was on my way somewhere in the eastern wet suburb not home it was warm but dry like someones utopia Got you a present sorry it's dirty I had a battle of wits with two tone and myself I won victorious and lost like every one Got you a present sorry it's dirty I never stopped hurrying the lights were always green not stop red no never hello, how are you, goodbye.
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Zoya on 24-01-2007
Got you a present
Dear Roy, a very good take on the state of today's world!
(((Hugs)))
Love, Zoya

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Jolen on 27-01-2007
Got you a present
This reads like a speed course of life. But then that is the point, I think.. Anyhoo, I enjoyed the trip.

blessings,
Jolen

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After the meeting (posted on: 04-12-06)
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We came together, In the loneliness of the night, You looked at me and thought to yourself, You thought, girl you just might, Catch my soul, Tell me about your goals, Then we ran together, Ran together, Ran together without fear, Then we learned to love, And we lived to love, We learned to live with each other, Year after year. Then our first child was born, We put her on a pedestal, And we did adorn her, When she was born the angels in the sky, They played an orchestra of sound, Then we were bound, To each other, I was her father you were her mother, And she grew, Then we knew, What we had to do. Your mother, she loved her so, Your father wanted to buy her a foal, Then he died, Then he died, Then we cried, Her grand pappy he up and died, But he never lied, He wanted to buy her that foal, Now he just looks after soul, He looks after her soul, He says and he sees, As she's been there, He looks after her life, He cares about her cares, He cares about her cares. Now her grandmamma, She just cares about her soul, She loves her more than anyone will know, Her grandma she's so proud, Her grandma just speaks her mind, Her grandma she's in her mind. Then my son was born, My lover gave me an heir, And I was torn, between a rock and a hard place, When I saw his face, I looked to the sky and I bowed, I bowed down to my knees in grace, I thanked who would ever listen, One day soon we'd be going fishing, Then I went away, To make my pay, To live for the day, I seen him sigh, And I heard him cry, I lived the lie. I fought someone else's goal, Fought someone else's war, Paid for my inhibitions, Took their tune on board, And I swore, I'd fight for their cause from the core, Of my soul, I took on board their goal, And lost my mind, Lost my mind in their time, Made my self blind, I couldn't see, What they were doing to me, Made every excuse, Took all their abuse, Looked into their mind, To find, Something knew, Something true. My daughter and my son's life went on, And I was gone, I was gone, Yeah I was gone, I was gone, I was gone, I was gone, Twenty years later I've changed my mind, 'Cause what they promised me I could not find, I could not find, Then in a moment I realized, All their lies, All the lies they told to me All the lies they wanted me to believe, I looked around me and I saw what I saw, I saw reality, in the raw, My son had grown, My son had grown, He was proud and strong, He was a man now, His childhood I'd never known, His childhood I'd never known. Then my daughter followed me, Every where I went, Every thing I'd seen, Every letter I sent, She wanted to be me, I thought to my mind, Why can this be, She loves me, She loves me yeah, She loves me, She loves me yeah, She loves me, And as I told you for a while, A long long while, I did not care, But she love's me, She fills my soul, She gives me reggae and rock 'n' roll, She loves me. And some where ailing the way, One fine summers day, She met her man, She met her man, He said ' I can, Give it all to you, You just come with me, And we'll do what we do, We'll do what we do, They got married within the year, Her hurt and pain was my only fear, Only fear. But he was, And he is, he is a good man, And can say he is so sincere, He's a good man , He's so sincere, He helped me with my fear, Helped me with my fear, Time rolled by, And I looked at my wife, I looked at my maiden, Then my child she became a maiden, She was laden with child, She was laden with children, She was laden with children, Two of them inside her. And I cried , And I cried, As one of them died, Yeah one of them died, But I picked up his soul, I thought about his goals, I gave him a name, In the pouring rain, And I thought to myself, Wee Dude, Wee Dude, Wee Dude, Wee Dude, You never seen my smile, Natures hand seen to that, Her bitter breath rotten and vile, As she sits in all her glory grotesque and fat. Wee Dude, All we've got left are the dreams that were going to take us high, I heard the news from my lover, Now we're left with a tear in our eye, Yeah, it would 've been good if you could have become a sister or a brother. Wee Dude, All your sounds once pure and clear, You'll never see the rainbow, You'll never know what we wanted you to hear, You'll never see the rivers clear waters as they flow. Wee Dude, We can never come home to you, Pure innocence, pure and sweet, We gotta carry on and do what we do, Your body and soul so incomplete. Wee Dude, This ain't goodbye, I'll see you around, Excuse me while I sit here and cry, Safe journey until your home safe and sound. I'll be with you soon child, As the world goes, Round and round and round, Your sister was born, We called her small dark celtic, She's proud and she's strong, Like you in spirit, I can see that your with her now, And she will merit, Every thing that you should have been, To me she's the queen, Wee Dude, your the king and she's the queen, Life goes on so they say, But sooner or later we're sitting in somebodies bay.
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Pablo Picasso (posted on: 04-12-06)
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Met Pablo Picasso When I was waiting for the train The sky was dull and dusky The clouds were full of rain I saw his curly mustache That hid his shaving rash I said you I know you I know about your care I've seen through your eyes You think every thing's square I said ' you're Mr Pablo Picasso you been in the strange and weird why don't you give a beard to your mustache I seen the smoke from the train in the distance Pablo didn't put up any resistance He just twitched and hummed and hawed I cracked open my flask and gave him some rum I said 'hey Pablo, let's toast a toast I said 'hey Pablo, let's toast a toast To you and your ghost' Pablo said something in Spanish Pablo said something in French As I sat shivering and frozen On the railway bench There was a roar of thunder As the train pulled in As Pablo spoke I couldn't hear him for all that din I heard a huss and a hiss I seen lovers as they kissed each other goodbye I seen mothers and fathers grieving Why did the grandchild die Pablo said 'no one really understands me Nobody really knows my name Nobody knows anything about me They say I'm insane' I looked at his pointed shoes His pinstripe pants and all I looked at his feather duster And said 'man Pablo you're so tall' I said ' so cubism is not you're thing' He said' I'm a surrealist man from the beginning' I said yeah I've seen your paintings and stuff Tell me Pablo why are you living out here rough He said ' nobody understands me nobody knows me but me Even you don't know me man Just let it be' he said ' why are you so confrontational I know my work has sold international.....ly But the buyers know nothing As they interrogate me' He coughed and he spluttered In his ghostly form Then he lit up a cigarette and tried to reform His eyes were wide open As he shivered and shook He couldn't forgive anybody As they bought and they took Everything he'd done He did say one thing to me He said ' I've been here a while man What's that tune you're playing? Can you play it on the church organ? I said ' hey Pablo no All I've got is my guitar and my face and my race you know He sat down beside me As the smoke filled his lungs He looked at me He said 'can you hear the guns? He looked at me and said " I'm sorry I'm dead" He looked at me and said "Do you like your sleep in your soft soft bed" He looked at me and said 'You'll soon be dead' He looked at me and said "Are you well fed" He looked at me and said Am I just all in your head" He looked at me and said "Are you easily led" He looked at me and said "I prefer the blues to the red .......colours" He looked at me and said " Where's your mothers your fathers Your sisters your brothers He looked at me and said "You should be wed" I looked at him and all I heard was snoring and zeds.
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Zoya on 04-12-2006
Pablo Picasso
A nice humerous piece, and most interesting is the fact that Pablo is not Picasso, but actually Salvador Dali, with mustache and Surrealism in his paintings!
A good take on the state of today's world as well!
Thanks for sharing.
Love, Zoya

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don't ask me why (posted on: 24-11-06)
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Did they teach you that in school you know what the politicians and there principles oh so you just accept it and you scorn me for being different well you got it it's your debt You see your numbered friends trying to pretend but you wont help their girlfriends send love comfort letters that leaves you in suspense your so fucked up, you don't know See the boys charming see their brides crying see the women buying all in the name of the next war Fear is always lurking put him in to appalling he can't hear your crying take the path you took before I can't cry no one asked me when or why the killers kill with something new they love God and their film crew for your human rights in the human stew America deny ed the genocide don't ask me why So London got bombed in the naughties as gravediggers embalmed who said " the kids go in first" what's your memory where's your money so you never understood 84 all that time death knocking at your door the third world war reminds us all that politicians are just out to score turn around now and ignore no mored es tiny or reprimand you you just have to find the promised land And the grocery store sells us reminders of who's next in line just a small town white boy who's feeling fine and he don't need your party line Peace is closer said the Mexican man there's to much corruption in the forgotten land white souls will get there first the black and the brown always cursed as he's told to feel the worst
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You dial nine, nine, nine (posted on: 20-11-06)
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In the cold damp room you fix your hair band you read the news and you say "do I need to know this" you look into the yard it wasn't something you had planned what can you say are you going to be fooled again? It's not like your past you don't understand you dial nine, nine, nine well don't you Valentine You move left from your slumber and someone says ' one hundred and eighty' You ask " where's the novice's party" the pool balls give out a hearty crack you need another dry drink like the man in the city to help you on your way and loosen your spine It's not like your past you don't understand you dial nine, nine, nine well don't you Valentine You catch the last show and go watch the band you can't see a thing your head 's already in the sand a degenerate eyes you up and down you offer her your hand she doesn't want to get down you think about kebabs and foreign cuisine It's not like your past you don't understand you dial nine, nine, nine well don't you Valentine You have no lasting pain amongst the liars and the sane you remember Spain as someone lights a cigarette and you pull your self together and you sing it out loud just to have fun and forget you grab your glass of blood red wine It's not like your past you don't understand you dial nine, nine, nine well don't you Valentine You've been with football players and they could drink as much as you with politicians and counselors you don't have an opinion your just doing as they do your a popular misunderstood guy two degrees in life's misery with lot's of nicotine It's not like your past you don't understand you dial nine, nine, nine well don't you Valentine The waitress asks you "do you want more" and she forcefully burps she licks her lips and slurps and just like your not there looks for her next victim and says " what's your poison" you ignore her demands you think you feel fine It's not like your past you don't understand you dial nine, nine, nine well don't you Valentine You see a fight breaking out and you used to join in you just let it go better to be on the side that's winning and you say 'enoughs, enough now" the bouncers call "bring on the clowns" they're all exited coke just a blurred line It's not like your past you don't understand you dial nine, nine, nine well don't you Valentine You get a taxi home as you leave you check for you phone you count your never ending pockets you fall and fall again to the ground it's cold you hope your there you can't explain any sound your almost there you feel so devine It's not like your past you don't understand you dial nine, nine, nine well don't you Valentine
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Kat on 21-11-2006
You dial nine, nine, nine
Very rock 'n roll - another great rhythm - like the reprise and this bit in particular:

'you read the news
and you say "do I need to know this"'


Kat :o)

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eddiesolo on 22-11-2006
You dial nine, nine, nine
Now this I really enjoyed!

Loved the broken up stanzas with the chorus:

'It's not like your past
you don't understand
you dial nine, nine, nine
well don't you Valentine'

Really works well.

Tops for me mate.

Si:-)


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The mathematician and the monkey knocked you back (posted on: 20-11-06)
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The school of thought that you advertised was blown by the wind he didn't know whether to be aggressively courteous, he couldn't pretend he knew you were just trying to be a lady, trying to be nice but trust was something he already had, he had listened to your advice He knows you'll disguise your voice as you phone for your next alibi you'll chant deliriously and say 'au revoir' instead of goodbye charming the bootleg poacher for something he's killed you steal the snowman's heart lifeless, frozen and chilled The mathematician and the monkey knocked you back they had their great escape drinking tea and smoking crack with your pressed trousers and starched collarless shirt there was no room for improvement, no room left for the dirt In the cafe you sit with your back to the wall listening to the jukebox after you've given your all stealing inspiration from all the wealth and greed absorbing every poison just to take the lead You muttered out an excuse, you thought you'd rev things up laying it on heavy, charm flowing from your cup he just caught a glimpse, coughed and cringed again his mind doing overtime trying to forget about the pain Tears hadn't rolled in a while, you wouldn't join the sorrowful ranks, you just needed love to invest in your lonely victim banks selling your red lip smile hiring out your second hand emotion waiting for the last train all your life spent in slow motion
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Kat on 21-11-2006
The mathematician and the monkey knocked you back
Hi Rodel

I think you have a great sensibility for rhyme and rhythm - your poetry often reads like lyrics, this being no exception. Some very interesting ideas and thoughts in this too - intriguing title - enjoyed.

Kat :o)

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eddiesolo on 22-11-2006
The mathematician and the monkey knocked you back
I agree with Kat on this, your lyrical side does shine in this poem.

Liked it very much.

Si:-)

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It could have been me (posted on: 13-11-06)
It could have been me

You mad bastard what do you see an eclipse of a memory you sip on someones words to justify the thoughts and hurts your fucking crazy You mad bastard what do you see did they disappoint you wont let it be your telephone is ringing all you hear is your own singing your fucking crazy You mad bastard what do you see the warders got the key she's taken your six string and feeds you albatross wing your fucking crazy You mad bastard what do you see every Sunday you call for the banshee every Sunday you wear your hair long so your never wrong your fucking crazy You mad bastard what do you see as you pay the licensee did you get a glimpse of the new way of never ending decay your fucking crazy You mad bastard what do you see you see only what the holy see with all that road kill you can't get your thrill your fucking crazy You mad bastard what do you see you ignore the wind and the promised breeze Caroline just got of the phone and your still alone your fucking crazy You mad bastard what do you see oh yeah your waiting for the jubilee she's hoping to score you wont let her go your fucking crazy It could have been me
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Still looking for something new (posted on: 13-11-06)
well you don't answer the telephone

The chaplain preached loud and hoarse the schoolboy's drunk and slightly nervous he isn't Swiss, Greek or Norse the next sixty seconds could mean the Royal Air Force The spirit of Pythagoras groans and spits as Galileo is confused and is forced to admit to arrogance and the dark catholic spirits and Eddie still sits at the head of the table You still say that's unsatisfactory you haven't got a clue sisters reading the dictionary she's up to zoo I'm conjuring up my mind still looking for something new The working man has just been betrayed he joins the union looking to crusade then buys a German switch blade he cries ' two pennies an hour more' The paper bag doctor's confused his eyes are all dried with every mistake he's brushed aside his hairs all gray but it's perfectly dyed calm down it's only what you believe You still say that's unsatisfactory you haven't got a clue sisters reading the dictionary she's up to zoo I'm conjuring up my mind still looking for something new Well I looked for the coral reef all I seen was digested leaves it polluted my neckerchief I looked at the monk The king was called Danny or Dave different interpretations from their graves he'd put your ass on the line if you didn't wave and collapse with laughter You still say that's unsatisfactory you haven't got a clue sisters reading the dictionary she's up to zoo I'm conjuring up my mind still looking for something new Now Davey Lobster never collected stamps he just likes to boogie and stomp once he was a faithful he'd jump and jump just like mister Bo jangles Just like the TV did it make you cry as it roared weak are those who ask why and everyone is guilty everyone is a spy the moon is a balloon You still say that's unsatisfactory you haven't got a clue sisters reading the dictionary she's up to zoo I'm conjuring up my mind still looking for something new
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IDOL (posted on: 06-11-06)
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Drunk, exiled, no more luxury as you even the score and satisfy your appetite with cocktails long and pure dipping into someones revolution sniffing coffee and pheromones you scratch your itchy finger tap your foot to Lydon's anarchy We still followed you Stomach cramps, night life you remember flying your kite on the highest hill so green you know you can't let go now you've been twenty one had gifts of love and uncertainty you thought you already knew it on and on, through and through You know we had no choice Tinted hair, lapsed concentration you ran and collapsed had your wicked way sometimes you sat on the bay you made the unimportant haunting with a smile so unrepentant looking at your mind inside filled with passion and pride We longed for your shadow Remembering thoughts, you don't like dancing naked on the beach front digging for golden brown epitaphs you in your ice white wedding gown preaching loud in Chinese whispers you pink bitching corporation tease playing your harp like a noble tramp your image so cheap and affordable You shook our heads
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reckless on 07-11-2006
IDOL
There are some nice touches here. I don't fully get the drift, but I like the feeling of it. I'm presuming it's about a female, singer perhaps? It has disillusion in it, and the harking back to the promise of better things.

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Sunken on 07-11-2006
IDOL
Really like this Mr. Rodel of the Roy persuasion. 'You shook our heads' is great final line. I can definitely say that I like this more than my Girls Aloud calender. That is such a big statement. Cheryl Tweedy doesn't half brighten November up. Thanks.

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Kat on 08-11-2006
IDOL
roy, this is good - wonderful rhythm to it - would love to know who or what you have in mind - will be re-reading, and re-reading.

Kat :o)

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hi kat
it was written as a critique of how we see our idols be they on the telly or radio or our mantlepiece - someone told me it reminded them of marraige and family - lol I just do my dirty work - 1st verse was inspired by mick ronson - cant remember my state of mind when I wrote the rest of it- you see the lights are on but no ones home.

RODEL


GIRL (posted on: 03-11-06)
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I woke with a yawn The madmen and the ladies were on the street I still think about you with a touch of conceit I'm so in demand as someone buries their dead You got me doing time Without your love how can anything be mine I can't see the sky choir boys and the contempt I'm hypnotized girl are the birds singing I can't sharpen my quill Watching for ghosts north south east and west Your love blinded me I still touch your shrine I can't let it be
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Kat on 04-11-2006
GIRL
I like this, roy - very lyrical - good to see you posting again.

Kat :o)

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Sunken on 05-11-2006
GIRL
Yeah, I got a lyrical vibe from this too. It sounds as if it should be sung... not by me though, we've had enough rain lately.

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his kylie duvet is in the wash again (-;

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THE ESS (posted on: 03-11-06)
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Pictish fever your holy church calls as the five points call to me lady Pagan thank you for our holy birth your sacred blessing momma you gave me so much worth Demented papists try to strangle your love they're dying like outcasts as they bless all the genocide in our world don't you worry Venus everyone's inspired by your ancient words the lame the lonely and the absurd Your voice cries and cries confusion reigns they all want their best they all want to be sentimental as they swap their needs for someone else's greed They call you Magdalene in the sentiment of ying and yang covering their tracks maiden oh maiden tonight we bow to you our heads in a noose with all our dont's and do's
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TODAY (posted on: 25-08-06)
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I was walking through what was left of the garden of Eden I heard a bird calling saw the grass growing and heard the engines roaring I stood on some dog shit the sky was red and blue I saw someone I once knew she ignored me like I was some forgotten road sign the working class man was singing his tune as the clock struck eight after noon the radio song had just turned political someone got at sign just as things were becoming critical I changed my shoes watched the blues I tried to copy Elvis Presley again I listened to a married woman crying and in pain everyone has electrified memories I dealt double dealing and soul searching empathize someone done someone wrong the peacock moaned just before he sang his song as the winner finished it and sold the lease the vagrant confessed to the taxi driver with so much ease I knew I had more heartache coming my way I wanted her to be happy but lord she wouldn't stay I just done what I do watched the moth dying I listened to someone lying fruitless adverts purred for self doubt loud proud and boldly stout no one knew how to smile anymore lonely men and women dead to the core I never seen no sign in no crystal ball I fought for my reason listened to everyones call so you changed your hair I don't care
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Zoya on 25-08-2006
TODAY
'no one knew how to smile anymore
lonely men and women dead to the core'
So today- these two lines are...
Yes, we have forgotten to Live today...
I like the simple structure of the poem; no frills, no high fi words, just plain simple truth.
Very well put.
Love,
Zoya


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orangedream on 29-08-2006
TODAY
Don't know why, but this sort of reminded me of the lyrics to 'Whiter Shade of Pale". Not that they're similar in any way, it's just you created such a flowing poem with albeit diverse one liners. I read it out loud and it sounds fantastic.

Very much enjoyed.

regards
orangedream

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AND THE RIVERS FLOWED (posted on: 29-05-06)
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he got up from his knee's he was fed up crying tired of saying please a stranger looked at him with his ragged shirt and unshaven chin she was critical of what she saw she wanted to be a movie queen she had been told everything but she didn't know where he'd been in his wisdom he bowed his head and noticed her feet he wondered if they'd ever tap to a different beat she stared at the top of his head with no tear in her eye she was to far gone she'd forgotten how to cry he knew what was wrong he never seen her face if she admitted the truth now she'd die in her disgrace so she forgot and she forgot again she didn't need the baggage didn't need his pain a child fell over and cried for love and attention they both had to break their lust and concentration she walked on into the night he was left on his endless plight five years later she'd caught up with him with her cosmetic face and her artificial limb he was running his life doing his time but she couldn't see the dirt couldn't feel the grime as the radio played his confusing tune she knew she'd been there way to soon the dawn rose then rose again she didn't want to falter didn't want to change night fell down as it had done before on the anointed virgin the perfect whore he had never stopped crying never stopped saying please he knew he was everyone's poison everyones disease she wanted his forgiveness wanted his heaven wanted love and protection and every satisfaction and the rivers flowed
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Zoya on 31-05-2006
AND THE RIVERS FLOWED
What a nice story...it is a saga of human misery.
Well done!
Err, one typo though...
"he new what was wrong he never seen her face"
new>knew, I think?

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thanx

RODEL


SMACK (posted on: 01-05-06)
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The sun was shinning a child was learning you were watching a movie some cats were being groovy a runner ran governments lifted their ban the cola was fizzy as the zoo keeper fed the grizzly the tax man kept taxing the cliffs of Dover kept collapsing people kept living a lie another something had to die a victory was won a childless father asked 'where's my son' in a heartbeat my mission began as the phone rang and rang you said the words so clear your voice full of fear sobbing, snorting in pain you'd wasted all ur smack looking for a vein
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ThePhoenix on 02-05-2006
SMACK
I love the narrative of this catchy poem, to me it feels like a news reel jumping from story to story, about moral panics and decline of values and destruction of ethics and the world.

thankyou d

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potleek on 03-05-2006
SMACK
I don't know what it is, but the last 5 lines sent a shiver through me.
I don't condone the taking of any drugs, but there was a lot of feeling and pity in those lines...Tony

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Sunken on 04-05-2006
SMACK
Very strong ending young Roy of Rodel fame. Nuff said.

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INFORMATION (posted on: 20-03-06)
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Winters last days snapping at the youths as they live Insults thrown at life and death Hunger loses as you give The faithless count every breath The sound of the cappuccino machines echo With a gurgling and spewing that was once obscene There's a man exposing his large mammaries Who tried to set the scene And a man with tattoos on his legs That covered his varicose veins And identical faces with rings in their bottom lip As I watched the horizon where the sky took a dip Disease was all about as the alcohol started to fly Everyone was on a low everyone was on a high The red and brown moth just happened to fly by There was information every where As I tried to be me and stare People wore it on their bodies, they wore it on their heads It was in our conscience as the radio sold us our burial beds I heard every tongue every accent As people read their tabloid for news of the latest accident Women felt out of place and weird As the tabloid advertised razors for shaving beards
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ThePhoenix on 22-03-2006
INFORMATION
i like this a lot, its the first of yours i have read but i'm definatly going to read more. i like the tattooed varicose veins and the last three lines are excellent.

d

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Turned On (posted on: 10-03-06)
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They'd laugh and cry Be brave and shy They repeated the things so we'd remember them And the newsmen saw tomorrow and filled it full of sorrow They had until the dawn to lay their writings on our mothers civilization Deep in someones desperation somewhere in creation they got someones trust No one cried out Dogs refused to bark they couldn't flash their teeth at the singing lark And you were so turned on History was gone With all of the lies and none of the facts You couldn't dream, couldn't scream Nothing any more was to extreme You had no inspiration had no sense of self there was no room left on your book shelves All you had was dust and some orange colored rust from a bygone age And the ancient books of old just fade away It was happy time for the cartoon idols And the bands began to march with reason and aerosols The grime would flow in our mind through our veins doing time Just like before And you were so turned on History was gone Our souls were sold then sold again we had the hurt without the pain We never had to apologies never had to retract They gave us tinted lenses after our conscience had cracked We were civilized and civilian everything else was all an oblivion
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Jay on 10-04-2006
Turned On
I like the idea behind this Roy.

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SLAVE (posted on: 06-03-06)
heroin

It was three am I was lying in my bed The phone rang twice and I heard what you said Like some robot I fixed myself and got to grips Stopped at the all night garage And bought some filter tips Didn't hear what the garage man said All I could hear was your cry I wanna be dead I parked over on the other side under the lamp light Where earlier in the evening there had been a gang fight Invited myself into your parlor I asked you what was the stink You said I've taken all my pills and had to much to drink The ambulance arrived I invited the two strangers in I asked them how they were doing and asked them please take care of my kin It felt like ever then there was a knock on the door In walked the police on their urban war Then you were gone in the flashing blue light With all this violence around me I felt a kind of delight The cops asked me my name and checked if I was sane They felt weak now they were in my domain So I answered quite humbly then I told them they weren't wanted They looked surprised, angry and daunted But deep down they knew I was right I was the only warrior in this room that had seen the light I drove to the village hospital with no fear And asked the dozy night nurse if you were here She moaned and complained then moaned again So I offered her an easy time with oysters and champagne She told me you were fifteen miles away As she yawned and stretched and knocked over the ashtray The night porter woke as he despised the noise And scratched himself down like one of the boys I arrived looking for my long lost runaway And they told me you were in a hotbed of sanctuary Four cigarettes had passed then they invited me in The nurse said to me where have you been I said look your the problem not the fucking solution I know you do it for the pay what do you know about retribution She ignored my voice my critical rant I said this place is filthy so she dusted down the dying plant There you were lying on a bed In another world it didn't matter what anyone said You stumbled and put your head in my lap And whispered to me that you were in a trap I just laughed and said I know your fear I knew it was pointless to tell you to persevere I invited you to have a cigarette and to draw deep Because only then I knew we could both sleep.
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Dargo77 on 08-03-2006
SLAVE
Royrodel, after reading this piece, I wondered why you chose the title 'Slave'...then I realised that your concern made you totally responsible for a friends problems. A very honest and gritty account of life in todays society.
Regards,
Dargo

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yeah man lots of people who inspire me end up this way
and a lot end up dead

thnx for your understanding

RODEL

Ginger on 08-03-2006
SLAVE
Wow, what a powerful read. You have offered us a grim window into an addicts life.

As Dargo said, honest and gritty.

Lisa

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I know you haven't made up your mind yet (posted on: 03-03-06)
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Fight for your life now Fight for freedom, Don't need me to tell you, you know how Fight to sleep soundly in your bed Fight for who you are now Who are you now Oh so you want me to turn off the sun Will you tell me to go If I say ' I don't know' Can you ever be satisfied When all you want is more I'll pick up your prescription From the all night drug store I noticed the sirens stopped at your door I had images of you lying dead on the floor It was my fear that controlled my heart I hate it when we're apart I don't know why I travel down the road of regret Sometimes I can't even see your silhouette We deny we've reached the crossroads As more canned laughter explodes The clock has stopped going tick tock Just please give me more shell shock I know I ain't got a hope in hell As I shut out the sound of the tolling bell Dust to dust ashes to ashes I can't even feel your whip as it lashes I'm going to collect my threads I guess I'm gonna call Davey's read heads And wear my sequenced shirt And look high and low for more hurt Gonna live on my back for a week Gonna think about looking sheik Gonna talk about nothing with an old drunk fella Gonna read about Cinderella Gonna count the grains of sand Gonna sentence myself to another 10 years remand
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Sunken on 08-03-2006
I know you havent made up your mind yet
Blimey Roy. No comments? Pff. Some great lines in this. Particularly liked -

Can you ever be satisfied
When all you want is more
I'll pick up your prescription
From the all night drug store

I thought it was going to be a play on that old eurovision hit by Bucks Fizz (as it's that time of year again) 'making your mind up'. Thankfully it has a lot more substance than that and I can't imagine you whipping a dress off a young lady half way through either. Is this making any sense to you. You may need to google. I'll just shut up and vote.

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yes sir, i can glam up - but i'll my silver boots

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CHILD (posted on: 27-02-06)
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You gonna look fine In their collective madness You're gonna twist and shout 'Till you make them sane Your young face Will be admired and worshiped One day they'll understand As the mighty magpie calls your name I'll call you pure Even when their madness makes you unsure And when the wind has blown Everything from their hand We'll laugh and dance To their chants of ' madman ' As you learn to tell them of their fate They'll pretend they don't understand You'll communique As they cower in the night time As dragons search for The souls of men At night their fear grows And they deny their revolution There are to many thoughts That are full of pain You move and dance Bare foot and fancy free And set the mood On and on you are who you are As the rivers flow You're a devilish angel And no one knows your name My ancient life giving star
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Kat on 28-02-2006
CHILD
Hi Roy

This is very lyrical and I enjoyed reading it.

Cheers

Kat :o)

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eddiesolo on 03-03-2006
CHILD
Hi Roy,

Enjoyed reading this.

Si:-)

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RODEL'S MADNESS (posted on: 14-10-05)
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DESIRE THE WRITINGS OF A MADMAN PART 1. DESIRE, ROLE REVERSAL,no structure, WHO IS ME?, YOU WERE ALWAYS THE CHOSEN ONE, DECYPHER, do you know something's controling you? We Come From The Sea, Cry The Sea Is Dead, False desire,True Desire, Justify,Justify,Justify, WEALLLOOKFORENTERTAINMENT, WEALLLOOKTOENTERTAINBUTWHATDOWEWANT, Did you see that? Everything's been written,Nothing's been written, Tease me,Tease me,IF WE CONTROL THE CONDITIONS THEN WE BECOME GODS, ANDWEALLLOOKTOENTERTAIN, ANDWEBEARLYSURVIVED, I SEE WORDS,WHATDOTHEYMEANTOME
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eddiesolo on 03-03-2006
RODELS MADNESS
Found this an interesting piece Roy.

Si:-)

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ThePhoenix on 02-05-2006
RODELS MADNESS
i like this, it reminds me of taking mushrooms and trying to write everything thats in your head but the thoughts come to quickly and in the cold light of morning the deep world changing ideas of the night before seem like nonsence!

i've got some of these writings somewhere, i'll dig them up for you to read,

thanks again.

D

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After the meeting (posted on: 30-09-05)
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We came together,
In the loneliness of the night,
You looked at me and thought to yourself,
You thought, girl you just might,
Catch my soul,
Tell me about your goals,
Then we ran together,
Ran together,
Ran together without fear,
Then we learned to love,
And we lived to,
We learned to live with each other,
Year after year,
Then our first child was born,
We put her on a pedestal,
And we did adorn her,
When she was born the angels in the sky,
They played an orchestra of sound,
Then we were bound,
To each other,
I was her father you were her mother,
And she grew,
Then we knew,
What we had to do,
Your mother, she loved her so,
Your father wanted to buy her a foal,
Then he died,
Then he died,
Then we cried,
Her grand pappy he up and died,
But he never lied,
He wanted to buy her that foal,
Now he just looks after soul,
He looks after her soul,
He says and he sees,
As she's been there,
He looks after her life,
He cares about her cares,
He cares about her cares,
Now her grandmamma,
She just cares about her soul,
She loves her more than anyone will know,
Her grandma she's so proud,
Her grandma just speaks her mind,
Her grandma she's in her mind,
Then my son was born,
My lover gave me an heir,
And I was torn, between a rock and a hard place,
When I saw his face,
I looked to the sky and I bowed,
I bowed down to my knees in grace,
I thanked who would ever listen,
One day soon we'd be going fishing,
Then I went away,
To make my pay,
To live for the day,
I seen him sigh,
And I heard him cry,
I lived the lie,
I fought someone else's goal,
Fought someone else's war,
Paid for my inhibitions,
Took their tune on board,
And I swore,
I'd fight for their cause from the core,
Of my soul,
I took on board their goal,
And lost my mind,
Lost my mind in their time,
Made my self blind,
I couldn't see,
What they were doing to me,
Made every excuse,
Took all their abuse,
Looked into their mind,
To find,
Something knew,
Something true,
My daughter and my son's life went on,
And I was gone,
I was gone,
Yeah I was gone,
I was gone,
I was gone,
I was gone,
Twenty years later I've changed my mind,
'Cause what you promised me I could not find,
I could not find,
Then in a moment I realized,
All your lies,
All your lies you told to me
All your lies you wanted me to believe,
I looked around me and I saw what I saw,
I saw reality, in the raw,
My son had grown, My son had grown,
He was proud and strong,
He was a man now,
His childhood I'd never known,
His childhood I'd never known,
Then my daughter followed me,
Every where I went,
Every thing I'd seen,
Every letter I sent,
She wanted to be me,
I thought to my mind,
Why can this be,
She loves me,
She loves me yeah,
She loves me,
She loves me yeah,
She loves me,
And as I told you for a while,
A long long while,
I did not care,
But she love's me,
She fills my soul,
She gives me reggae and rock 'n' roll,
She loves me,
And some where ailing the way,
One fine summers day,
She met her man,
She met her man,
He said ' I can,
Give it all to you,
You just come with me,
And we'll do what we do,
We'll do what we do,
They got married within the year,
Her hurt and pain was my only fear,
Only fear,
But he was,
And he is, he is a good man,
And can say he is so sincere,
He's a good man ,
He's so sincere,
He helped me with my fear,
Helped me with my fear,
Time rolled by,
And I looked at my wife,
I looked at my maiden,
Then my child she became a maiden,
She was laden with child,
She was laden with children,
She was laden with children,
Two of them inside her,
And I cried ,
And I cried,
As one of them died,
Yeah one of them died,
But I picked up his soul,
I thought about his goals,
I gave him a name,
In the pouring rain,
And I thought to myself,
Wee Dude,
Wee Dude,
Wee Dude,
Wee Dude,
You never seen my smile,
Natures hand seen to that,
Her bitter breath rotten and vile,
As she sits in all her glory grotesque and fat.
Wee Dude,
All we've got left are the dreams that were going to take us high,
I heard the news from my lover,
Now we're left with a tear in our eye,
Yeah, it would 've been good if you could have become a sister or a brother.
Wee Dude,
All your sounds once pure and clear,
You'll never see the rainbow,
You'll never know what we wanted you to hear,
You'll never see the rivers clear waters as they flow.
Wee Dude,
We can never come home to you,
Pure innocence, pure and sweet,
We gotta carry on and do what we do,
Your body and soul so incomplete.
Wee Dude,
This ain't goodbye,
I'll see you around,
Excuse me while I sit here and cry,
Safe journey until your home safe and sound,
I'll be with you soon child,
As the world goes,
Round and round and round,
Your sister was born,
We called her Ciara,
She's proud and she's strong,
Like you in spirit,
I can see that your with her now,
And she will merit,
Every thing that you should have been,
To me she's the queen,
Wee Dude, your the king and she's the queen,
Life goes on so they say,
But sooner or later we're sitting in somebodies bay.
















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QUICKSAND OF THE MIND (posted on: 30-09-05)
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I'm approaching the gate in my unknown mind,
Looking for something I hope I won't find,
I'm living in a silent film ,
I hear a silent scream coming from this hidden realm,
I'm frightened by the symmetrical unknown,
A pulling force drags me to the ragged hole,
My bodies weak I have no power,
I can't run away, I just sit and cower,
I can't fast forward, I can only rewind.
I'm sinking in the quicksand of my mind.

I'm twisted with terror,as I only see their eyes,
My heart misses a beat,I can't see through their disguise,
I'm deaf, dumb and blind, I can't make my plea,
As the horrors are reenacted, I think to myself can this be me,
I'm somewhere between the dark and light,
As I search for inspiration, and something to write,
Should I listen to what my ghouls have to say,
Or go back to the beginning come what may,
I can't fast forward, I can only rewind.
I'm sinking in the quicksand of my mind.

I've been deceived by my beliefs,
I came into this torture chamber for knowledge and relief,
I'm not a sculpture I'm just an average man,
Just toying with the idea of sitting next to the golden one,
I'm searching for rhyme,searching for logic,
But I can't find the magic it's all so tragic,
I can't take my eyes from the vipers eye,
His fangs full of poison, just one bite then I'll die,
If I haven't explained what you want to know,
Don't worry,I've planted the seed soon it will grow,
I can't fast forward, I can only rewind.
I'm sinking in the quicksand of my mind
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Gee on 2005-09-30 23:07:12
Re: QUICKSAND OF THE MIND
I think that all song lyrics should have at least one phrase that you can't get out of your mind.
In my opinion, this has quite a few, but I really like the main one - "I'm sinking in the quicksand of my mind ".

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Sunken on 2005-10-02 14:03:05
Re: QUICKSAND OF THE MIND
I agree with young GeeXP, killer last line. The one before it's not bad either.

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OASIS (posted on: 15-08-05)
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He was in another desert where the sun had already shone
Where vultures were at the top of the food chain and the wind had already blown
Lost in the wilderness dying slowly but not yet dead
He thought he heard her as she spoke
As he lay in the dry river bed.

It was all clear to him now every syllable every word
He kept a fleeting eye on the giant hungry bird
In his world of torture and bliss where your always to warm always to cold
He thought he heard her as she spoke
It gave him comfort in his time of dread something to behold

He remembered her stories remembered her tale
It gave him hope something to hail
Soon to be just another prey
He thought he heard her as she spoke
He cursed Sols warmth cursed her every ray

Suddenly he turned around and she was standing there
With her hour glass karma and the wind in her hair
She walked so gracefully on a billion grains of sand
He thought he heard her as she spoke
This was all he could understand

All the way from heaven a letter arrived in the post
He took nothing for granted he had everything crossed
As the way to tomorrow was pushed through the door
He thought he heard her as she spoke
There was a thud and a clatter on the hallway floor

He fell asleep in different surroundings fell in different clothes
He begged her for salvation as life gave him a lethal dose
He offered up money and things
He thought he heard her as she spoke
As he lay tired and helpless in a land of imaginary springs

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Sooz on 2005-08-16 16:04:14
Re: OASIS
I'd love to hear this sung. do you have the melody for it? What style is it? I had a tough job making the words work, poetry is sometimes easier than lyrics because with poetry there is only the words, with a song words can be elongated or compacted to fit. I liked it.

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Simpster on 2005-08-22 17:10:01
Re: OASIS
Nice imagery and I can imagine it working. I did spot a few Bob Dylan takes in there though, from Shelter From The Storm (such as
"He begged her for salvation as life gave him a lethal dose
He offered up money and things"
- very similar to the Dylan lyric "I bargained for salvation and she gave me a lethal dose, I offered up my innocence"). However, this does not detract hugely from a well written piece. I'd like to hear it too - there are too many shallow lyrics about today and this strives against that trend.


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roysrodel on 2005-09-05 00:12:05
Re: OASIS
Dylan takes?
Thankyou very much
But hasn't Bob written everything that can be written anyway's and we just humbly follow.
Just listened to Shelter from the storm
But it didn't inspire this one.
It's meant to be about mirages and the desert and stuff.
Thanx

RODEL



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FOOLS GRAFFITI (posted on: 18-07-05)
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The rain patters on your window
amorphous textures oozing to the ground
the gateway to everything in your room
gravity makes every decision
Not like gamblers who shuffle cards and straws

It exists in a vitreous harmony
irregularly shaped grains of carbon and silicates
captulating lambda
are found in every home
the key to a truth that fits the equation
Is in the star that pins points in dark matter
As we examine the twig that branches to the sky
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ME AND YOU (posted on: 21-03-05)
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I've been sleek, and hard like steel
I've seen pretty people disappear and squeal
Friends will arrive, friends will go
If you want me, then maybe I'll show

I like the smell of your long dark hair
I like the way that your sparkling eyes stare
I like the cool way you look at me
Everything about you is bringing me misery

Man on the moon, starry starry night
I ain't no prophet but I know what I like
I like the way you swing and sway
I'll talk to you one day no matter what you say

Life is strange, what's your life's goal?
A rat in the rat race, what is your role?
You do what you must do, and you do it well
I'll do it for you, baby can't you tell.
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KevTheRev on 2005-03-22 10:04:45
Re: ME AND YOU
Your killing me, try short storys.

I dont think you have the understanding for writing a song.

ho swings and sways today? starry starry night? My Grandfather has a record with that line.

I feel like I am being a bit heavy, but I feel a little crit is needed rather than nothing at all, at least I read and gave you my view.

Come on lets see a story from you.

Kevin

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royrodel on 2005-03-22 16:52:20
Re: ME AND YOU
It can't be that bad if your Grandfather liked it.
Cheers.

RODEL

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KevTheRev on 2005-03-22 19:18:33
Re: ME AND YOU
Rod ( I got that from Rodel, it kind of stuck!),

He had a great voice when I think about it the song was called, Vincent "Don Mclean".

Kevin



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royrodel on 2005-03-23 00:07:04
Re: ME AND YOU
A classic

RODEL

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Sunken on 2005-03-23 07:54:39
Re: ME AND YOU
Well I'll be singing it all day. There was once a kiddies programme called 'You and me' It went like this (sing along if u like)

You and me
me and you
lots and lots
for me to do

you and me
me and you...
..then it said something about a turnip...

I think it was a kiddies programme anyway. Hope this helps.

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royrodel on 2005-03-25 00:57:00
Re: ME AND YOU
Your standin' in the corner lookin' like the jack of hearts.

xxx

RODEL

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Part of the Journey (posted on: 21-03-05)
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Searching in old wives tales we look for a reason, To justify our guilt, to justify our treason, Damned are we who dare to think, Damned are we who rise from the stink, Watch your back, watch your front, From now on your masters you will haunt, Beware their end is nigh, Just like Ceaser's Rome, Their Rome is sure to die.
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KevTheRev on 2005-03-22 09:56:55
Re: Part of the Journey
Rod,

Are you sure this is supposed to be a song?

I cant find any style nor beat. To be blunt if this is a song it's gash! Sorry mate, I don't want to be harsh, but gladiator beer lines music is not a marketable music form today.

I guess this was ment to be a poem?


regards Kevin
P.S. Trying to sing this tune while dancing in a sheet, still not working for me

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royrodel on 2005-03-22 16:46:07
Re: Part of the Journey
I'm sure you meant Roy,
I understand that we are all open to different media, Thanks for your comment.

Chords
Em(add9) A Asus4 A Em(add9) A A7sus4 A7

Em(add9) A Asus4 A Em(add9) A Asus4 A

Cmaj7 Bm7 Fmaj7 G D7#9 D7b9
as for style well any thing between G n R's Civil War
Pink Floyds Brain Damage. as for beat hmm I suppose you dance to 'Do they know it's Christmas'.
'gladiator beer lines' ?
As for anything 'not a marketable music form today' well as I said I understand that we are all open to different media, Thanks for your comment

RODEL

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KevTheRev on 2005-03-22 19:12:44
Re: Part of the Journey
I like Jazz, acid jazz, blues, R&B, the list goes on. I remember dancing to "Do they no its Christmass" Great fund raiser, and did alot of good for the third world.

I just read your song and could not think on how it could be a song, its not an insult, just me asking in a sarcastic manner.

Hey, you can play a gitar, I got banned from the triangle at school, so as for musical talent, I dont ever hit "0" on the scale.

I did write a song although, to the Faithless music style. If you look in my list of work, its called "I cant sleep" Mabey we are fated to work together, its ideal we are already bitching!

Still think your song is crap πŸ™‚

Kev

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royrodel on 2005-03-22 23:57:40
Re: Part of the Journey
Hehehehehehe.You cheered me up thanx man.

RODEL

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KevTheRev on 2005-03-23 02:26:22
Re: Part of the Journey
Rodders,

Sorry the song I wrote is called "Imprisoned" I changed the name because I'm insane in the membrain"

So make me a rift or whatever its called or I will sell you out to Metalica!

Your song is still crap regardless..

Kevin

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royrodel on 2005-03-25 00:54:47
Re: Part of the Journey
Don't you mean ' you'll sell me out to your medical man?
Read 'Imprisoned' bin it.
Thanks for your comments,

Read em 'n' weep

RODEL


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KJKeller on 2005-04-06 03:14:29
Re: Part of the Journey
I don't know what Kevin is going on about!!!

The variety and originality (or perhaps, "oddness" to some people) in music is what music is all about! I say if you flunked out on the triangle....well, consider the source! *I'm sure your comments were in jest Kev...don't get too riled!*

As for the actual song in question....I can't picture the tune or even place it in a category, but I liked the words! (maybe you should consider to also put this in the poetry section and see the feedback....I think the comments would be kinder....as for a poem, I liked it!....It had a real 60's protest feel to it!
Kathy

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royrodel on 2005-04-06 04:44:15
Re: Part of the Journey
Thanx for your comments,
If you understand the concept of Pink Floyd's the wall then maybe that'll shed some light on the song thing.

RODEL

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Sabrina on 2005-05-20 18:54:45
Re: Part of the Journey
I could hear music instantly when I read this. I can totally relate to Pink Floyd and the lines you have written would work well in that sort of chant/sing style with the instrumental section forming a sweeping spacious backdrop, building in intensity. I would play this very loud!

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LADY IMMIGRANT (posted on: 21-03-05)
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She promised herself she could change her ways,
Denying her culture , in the land of the strays,
Coming here or going there,
This was about her, she didn't care,
Ignoring their fear and their suspicion.

She was surrounded by riches and temptation,
Surrounded by rich affluent immigrants,
Who had made this place their home,
Who now use all their power to survive.

She would be dying in a foreign land,
Dying all alone.
Dying lost and forgotten,
Used and abused by the locals,
Shunned by xenophobia,
And all it's ugly friends,
She was looking for that town called utopia,
A dream , a hope , a vision,
The virgin pioneer.

An ethnic, a rising star, a runaway,
Who resembles her freshly developed passport picture,
She's singled out and single minded,
Tortured by success,
A slave to her desire,
An object for the lesser God's,
Copy cat, she's not the first and wont be the last.


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KevTheRev on 2005-03-21 08:00:43
Re: LADY IMMIGRANT
I like the theme. I know a woman just like this, but not you normal immigrant as you would think of. She is British and has this idea that the US has greener grass, and yes sad to say that Hollwood is waiting just for her. But this is another story.

Ther only line that seemed a bit of a odd ball was the last, " she's not the first and wont be the last" it seems rammed in, and a little cheesy.

Still good work and dont take my comment to heart, its just my feeling.

Regards

Kevin

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mynci on 2005-03-21 21:34:13
Re: LADY IMMIGRANT
yeah, i see what Kev says about Hollywood etc. is thayt what it is about?
Mynci

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Kat on 2005-03-22 00:41:57
Re: LADY IMMIGRANT
Good, strong poem Roy - like the title.

Cheers

Kat πŸ™‚

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royrodel on 2005-03-22 16:22:07
Re: LADY IMMIGRANT
No

RODEL

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Abel on 2005-03-22 17:11:03
Re: LADY IMMIGRANT
Fine work, Roy...love the image of the "virgin pioneer."

Ward

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tai on 2005-03-22 18:31:23
Re: LADY IMMIGRANT
Interesting little ranty poem Roy. You gotta keep trying mate, don't you think? My only crit is a full stop at end of 4th line.

Smiling

Tai

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royrodel on 2005-03-22 23:49:58
Re: LADY IMMIGRANT
'Written in pain written in awe by someone who questioned what we were here for all the nightmares came today', Ranty? open your eyes.

Smiling

RODEL

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Zydha on 2005-03-23 02:00:51
Re: LADY IMMIGRANT
Marlyn Munroe or similar do come to mind immediately, (though, she is not one of the forgtten ones) Roy, but I think this has a much deeper meaning than Hollywood starlets.

A comment on those who leave their own surrounding to seek pastures greener to only to be disillusioned by the corruptions of required conformity? If this refers to an individual...I am so frustrated trying to think who! But nonetheless, an original read, which I have enjoyed and spent much time with, lol, Zydha

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royrodel on 2005-03-23 14:14:52
Re: LADY IMMIGRANT
It's about every creed, everywhere from the north pole to the south pole. We are all the descendant's of immigrants.

RODEL

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royrodel on 2005-03-25 00:59:12
Re: LADY IMMIGRANT
Thanx,
RODEL

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royrodel on 2005-03-25 00:59:41
Re: LADY IMMIGRANT
Thanx,
RODEL

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royrodel on 2005-03-25 01:12:05
Re: LADY IMMIGRANT
Thanx, to answer your critique, no.
I had to express that the people that had gone before her were in charge, and that she would and will be used and abused for gain by the locals.Life aint that simple.

RODEL.


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Neon lights and tambourines (posted on: 21-03-05)
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Dressed up in time,dressed up fine,
Smell like the forests,smell like pine,
A neighbour neighs in senseless rhythm,
To no one else but you,
To no one else but you,
A woman tries to show off her child,
So mild,so mild,
Then the girls flock,
And the babies clock goes tick tock,
Neon lights and tambourines stretch across my view,
To every where I think I've been,
So I've been told,
Now wipe the light and let me daze,
And send me scratching into my well groomed maze,
I heard some hounds in the distance,
And a train battling through,
I've seen that rock there before,
The one I'm going to throw at you,
I'm not how I used to be since I wrote this rhyme,
But even you know it's not yours,it's mine,
Someone smashes their future,
Just by being there,
A cop called Elliot is the one who decides,
Who rides on the sound of life,
I've seen smiles and I've felt the pain,
I've known the madness that makes you sane,
I've smelled the noise that makes you high,
You know the one that makes the rivers run dry.

Archived comments for Neon lights and tambourines
KevTheRev on 2005-03-22 10:08:08
Re: Neon lights and tambourines
?

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royrodel on 2005-03-22 17:19:59
Re: Neon lights and tambourines
You need to chill out man.

RODEL

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Sabrina on 2005-05-20 19:12:17
Re: Neon lights and tambourines
Hi again Roy. I've been scanning down the song lyrics list and I keep stopping at yours because they are very intriguing. I think this song holds some mystery, I think it's very deep and reading through it kind of reminds me of some of the deep philosophical stuff that came to my mind when I was high. You know, where the brain sees patterns between ideas that it normally wouldn't notice because the subconsious weeds a lot of information out. It reminds me of a dream sequence, where ya wake up scratching your head, your mind full of the visions and wondering what they all portend. I especially like the first couple of lines and then the section about the hounds, feels like there is a lot of pursuit going on in here, the singer is hunted by time? The past? Fear of the future? I must say this is very refreshing after reading alot of predictable stuff......Ciao

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royrodel on 2005-05-23 01:23:17
Re: Neon lights and tambourines
Thanx

RODEL

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FACT AND FANTASY (posted on: 18-02-05)
I read the news today oh boy.

Tabloid lord,your manifesto littering the street, Selling sex and the latest beat, From sheer boredom,I've read your paper through, Looking for stories fresh and new, Your wisdom selective, giving the masses just what they wanted, Telling us of pain and pleasure, all twisted and haunted, You're our eye glass, our crystal ball, As you print your fact and fantasy,we'll heed your call, To know that 3000 died on 9/11, But not of the one hundred thousand of whom you haven't chosen, And of that foreign evil doer, whom we shouldn't understand, Publicising your chosen disaster,asking for a helping hand, Or how some mister nobody made the grade, You don't really care because your well paid, Police seize cash from Belfast heist, Oil and fresh air all over priced, Will Charles be king, the proud tue Brit, Only you can makes us deny or accept it, Whose liberty are you exposing? When you tell us 'Blair to talk terror with the opposition'. If the news is good, and full of providence, You'd rather tell us'Jackson's TV interviews could be evidence', Or how many deaths there have been near to home, And of foreign rabid dogs covered in foam, In Britain's courts they keep playing the game, Another nobody given 15 minutes of fame, Regurgitating the world war 2 thing, As you tell us of another 'German thief caught napping', Keeep telling us how to do our cooking Print your porn to keep us looking, Sensationalize your stories, keep us relaxed, Keep us informed of when our bare arses are to be taxed, As we read of princes, dukes, and earls, Plastic surgery ,pimps, and the latest sales, How we've all grown with your cynical view, Telling us things that we would never had heard of, As you despise our freedom and brotherly love, So, tabloid lord with all your news, Ask youself this,'how can you lose'?
Archived comments for FACT AND FANTASY
deepoceanfish2 on 2005-02-20 03:15:49
Re: FACT AND FANTASY
Rodel,

Definitely a provocative read, filled in a way, with so much that one does have the feel of reading the rag. Liked this:

'In Britain's courts they keep playing the game,
Another nobody given 15 minutes of fame, '

How true!

Regards,
Adele


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Zydha on 2005-02-21 04:33:08
Re: FACT AND FANTASY
Contrversial, but true, Rodel, as I read this, I remembered when we lived in LA and were introduced to the existence of the...wait for it....lol, The National Inquirer! It is now on shelves in the UK, but is also something of an artists pallette, made up and touched up!

So, tabloid lord with all your news,
Ask youself this,'how can you lose'?

If we do not buy! That is the only way. I enjoyed this biting piece, Zydha

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thehaven on 2005-02-21 11:35:31
Re: FACT AND FANTASY
Every word of this paints a portrait of truth and life as we SHOULD be seeing it and not being TOLD what we should be seeing.
Mike

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Griffonner on 2005-03-20 08:46:45
Re: FACT AND FANTASY
In reading this, I felt, almost at once, as though you were reading my thoughts. So akin to me was the thread that I could not fail to be enthralled. Very nicely put. An important message packed up so everyone can see. (I lost the rhythm a little at the typo/spelling errors, but that was nothing in the overall enjoyment of the piece.)

Regards, Griffonner

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royrodel on 2005-03-25 01:13:34
Re: FACT AND FANTASY
Thanx,

RODEL

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royrodel on 2005-03-25 01:14:08
Re: FACT AND FANTASY
Thanx,

RODEL

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royrodel on 2005-03-25 01:14:38
Re: FACT AND FANTASY
Thanx,

RODEL

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VALENTINE (posted on: 11-02-05)
For lovers everywhere.

I remember the time she yawned so graciously like an albino monkey,
Her teeth glistened in the light,
She was dressed all in crimson and black,
I just kept staring at her golden locks I couldn't turn back,
She smiled and said ' don't you worry boy,
I wanna be your wife, lover and wind up toy',
The radio was humming it's sleepy tune,
I looked at her and felt like a wolf howling at the moon.

I didn't notice if it was light or dark,
She'd opened my heart and lit the spark,
I looked out at the rain, it was orange and rose red,
I couldn't believe we'd soon be wed,
As she read a note that somebody wrote,
I counted the buttons of silver on her coat,
The waiter said 'ma'am I can see your in love,
can I get you anything to eat'?
' I have cockles, mussels and oysters to bring on the heat',
She just giggled and touched my hand,
As the radio played the latest one man band.
Archived comments for VALENTINE
Kat on 2005-02-11 12:27:57
Re: VALENTINE
Hi Roy

I enjoyed this lyrical poem!

Kat πŸ™‚

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tai on 2005-02-12 08:36:27
Re: VALENTINE
Hi Roy, A captured valentine for you and a timely reminder to the readers of loves special day.

A sweet multi layered poem.

All the best romantics, are poets by the way.

Tai

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deepoceanfish2 on 2005-02-13 13:07:07
Re: VALENTINE
Very nice Roy....

Moments to remember, indeed.

Regards,
Adele

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red-dragon on 2005-02-14 03:55:24
Re: VALENTINE
Hi Roy - I enjoyed your love poem, which flowed well. 'Clearly besotted' would also be an apt title! Red.

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Corin on 2005-02-15 10:25:30
Re: VALENTINE
Hi Roy - this is looking at the world through rose tinted glasses - it won't last - in the morning you will have dicky tummy from the oysters, next month the golden locks will have black roots, in a year the key to the wind up toy will be lost, the silver buttons will be burnished brass, in 5 years the rain will have extinguished all the sparks and the teeth will be all fillings, in 7 years you will be regretting that you forgot the pre-nuptial agreement as you contemplate being a one man band again!

I am surprised that an experienced cynic like you should fall for this fairy tale!

look on the dark side,

David

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Zydha on 2005-02-17 11:20:05
Re: VALENTINE
Hahaha...David really doesn't mean that, he told me what he bought his wife in my thread, Roy!

A great country feel to this Roy and I did enjoy it's Valentine charm, Zydha

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royrodel on 2005-03-25 01:15:13
Re: VALENTINE
Thanx,

RODEL

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royrodel on 2005-03-25 01:15:33
Re: VALENTINE
Thanx,

RODEL

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royrodel on 2005-03-25 01:15:55
Re: VALENTINE
Thanx,

RODEL

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royrodel on 2005-03-25 01:16:46
Re: VALENTINE
HEHEHE,
Thanx,

RODEL

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Hello (posted on: 17-01-05)
L

The phone rings and someones calling,
I didn't catch that whisper,
Well hello lover,
Mellow sounds,
Bringing me your sweet little death,
Relax,
Feel,
Enjoy,
Bring me back to life in your arms,
Your skin erect,
As I nibble your soft sweet neck,
My mother, my queen , my Godess,
Escape forever,
Help me .

Archived comments for Hello
Zydha on 2005-01-17 06:42:35
Re: Hello
So much emotion in so few words, Rodel. I read this piece with more than one interpretation, but that I like in writings. I shall be returning to this one.

My piece this post is also centred around a phone call and it's consequences, but, I needed 1,000 words to say mine, lol. Zydha

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deepoceanfish2 on 2005-01-18 10:28:24
Re: Hello
Roy,

Fetching line;

'Mellow sounds,
Bringing me your sweet little death'

Adele

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deepoceanfish2 on 2005-01-18 10:28:47
Re: Hello
Roy,

Fetching line;

'Mellow sounds,
Bringing me your sweet little death'

Regards,
Adele

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tai on 2005-01-18 12:48:11
Re: Hello
Hi Roy, well ou got me with this one! A real dual of a poem.

All the best

Tai

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royrodel on 2005-03-25 01:18:07
Re: Hello
Thanx,

RODEL

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royrodel on 2005-03-25 01:18:24
Re: Hello
Thanx,

RODEL

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royrodel on 2005-03-25 01:18:54
Re: Hello
Thanx,

RODEL

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royrodel on 2005-03-25 01:19:09
Re: Hello
Thanx,

RODEL

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TIME (posted on: 14-01-05)
.

Time always there,
Time that is lost,
Time that we can't gain,
Every other second,
Every chime that beckons,
Every waken hour,
Displayed on every clock tower,
Monday through to Sunday,
Brings all it's change and decay,
Season after season,
Time gives no reason,
January , June, December,
Time gives us something to remember,
Year after year,
Brings love, happiness and fear,
Decades tumble at the speed of light,
Every morning followed by the night,
Milena, to much time,
It even counts the bars in this rhyme.
Archived comments for TIME
tai on 2005-01-14 04:34:06
Re: TIME
Hi Roy, I enjoyed your poem. You seem to have captured time very well and the pace of the poem flew just as fast as time seems to. typo in 2nd to last line 'too'.

All the best writers are sensitive souls.

Tai

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royrodel on 2005-03-25 01:22:13
Re: TIME
Thanx,

RODEL

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SMALL TOWN WHITE BOY (posted on: 10-01-05)
In memory of the innocent

Kriss was abducted by Mohamed and Zahid ,
Just for being a small town white boy trying to make ends meat,
They hated his skin they hated his colour,
They hated his father they hated his mother,
Kriss was driven 200 miles around Bonnie Scotland,
There was five of them he never stood a chance,
He was stabbed 13 times and burned alive,
They bungled him into a car with a manual drive,
He was the innocent victim of a racist attack,
Just for being white and not brown or black,
Daanish Zahid was found guilty of the crime,
He was given life, but he doesn't want to turn back time,
Zahid Mohammed, was cleared of the killing,
He just helped with the abduction and the racially-aggravated assaulting,
He hated Kriss because he was white,
His hatred warped his sense of wrong and right,
Another three escaped to Pakistan,
They're all guilty of murdering one of the Donald clan .

Archived comments for SMALL TOWN WHITE BOY
Zydha on 2005-01-10 13:00:04
Re: SMALL TOWN WHITE BOY
I am shocked to see that this is non-fiction, Roy. racism is a hateful emotion, whichever way it turns. This brings to mind the pointlessness of The Stephen Lawrence case.

Nicely documented, Zydha

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tai on 2005-01-11 13:41:48
Re: SMALL TOWN WHITE BOY
A powerful piece of writing Roy. I too have suffered from racial hatred/ignorance most of my childhood but not so much now. Still happens now and again, and there but for the love of god, could go I. The conciseness of your work is a tribute to your sensitivity and skill as a writer.imo

All the best writers are sensitive souls.

Tai

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Mala on 2005-01-13 05:16:33
Re: SMALL TOWN WHITE BOY
Racism exist all around the world. It is pour down to ignorance. It is very moving piece.

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deepoceanfish2 on 2005-01-13 21:11:45
Re: SMALL TOWN WHITE BOY
Roy,

A most disturbing and timely piece. All too real!

Regards,
Adele

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royrodel on 2005-03-25 01:22:43
Re: SMALL TOWN WHITE BOY
Thanx,

RODEL

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royrodel on 2005-03-25 01:23:01
Re: SMALL TOWN WHITE BOY
Thanx,

RODEL

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royrodel on 2005-03-25 01:23:28
Re: SMALL TOWN WHITE BOY
Thanx,

RODEL

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royrodel on 2005-03-25 01:23:45
Re: SMALL TOWN WHITE BOY
Thanx,

RODEL

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WEE DUDE (posted on: 07-01-05)
An Epitaph

Wee Dude,
You never seen my smile,
Natures hand seen to that,
Her bitter breath rotten and vile,
As she sits in all her glory grotesque and fat.

Wee Dude,
All we've got left are the dreams that were going to take us high,
I heard the news from my lover,
Now we're left with a tear in our eye,
Yeah, it would 've been good if you could have become a sister or a brother.

Wee Dude,
All your sounds once pure and clear,
You'll never see the rainbow,
You'll never know what we wanted you to hear,
You'll never see the rivers clear waters as they flow.

Wee Dude,
We can never come home to you,
Pure innocence, pure and sweet,
We gotta carry on and do what we do,
Your body and soul so incomplete.

Wee Dude,
This ain't goodbye,
I'll see you around,
Excuse me while I sit here and cry,
Safe journey until your home safe and sound.

Archived comments for WEE DUDE
Pilgermann on 2005-01-07 16:35:02
Re: WEE DUDE
Absolute brilliance. I am sitting here crying with you.


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Bramwith22 on 2005-01-07 21:39:53
Re: WEE DUDE
Roy,

Brilliant title...captivating.
This one moved me...spot on!

Regards,
Adele

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Bramwith22 on 2005-01-07 21:40:37
Re: WEE DUDE
Roy....From both of us....this is your best!

Bram & Adele

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Leila on 2005-01-08 13:26:38
Re: WEE DUDE
Roy you pitched this one just right...L

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shackleton on 2005-01-09 12:18:21
Re: WEE DUDE
Very moving, Royrodel. Excellent insight.

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Mehitable on 2005-01-09 19:04:46
Re: WEE DUDE
Roy,
I so loved this poem and it is so heart breaking and I know. I have just posted a poem called Topaz because I've read 'Wee Dude' and think you are brave enough to share it - so we should all share these things. Anyway, it's a great poem.

Best wishes

Mehitable

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Zydha on 2005-01-11 19:43:22
Re: WEE DUDE
Tender and very sad, Zydha

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deepoceanfish2 on 2005-01-13 21:15:24
Re: WEE DUDE
Had to come back again....needed to say more, as I didn't have time when I wasn't in my own account. IMO Roy this is the best you have ever posted here. It shows a depth of sensitivity which some members may have doubted you could employ and I am glad to see you made it come across so well in this very moving piece.

Regards,
Adele

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YOUR TOWN (posted on: 31-12-04)
.

As I strolled down the street,
I was looking at all the people,
There was lawyers and butchers queens and kings.
There was a jeweller who sold goden rings,
The people all gathered into shuffling crowds,
Under a sky with no clouds,
The music had died the night before,
As they all stared into the record store

I've been through your town with the scarlet draped dame
It was good I think I can claim,
In your town every things the same,
Everyone wants riches, everyone wants forgotten fame.


On the second day in your town,
I threw a coin to the miming clown,
On the third day all the strangers had fled,
And I was thinking of what you had said,
The piper had gone with his heavy load,
And the poet couldn't write his faceless ode

I've been through your town with the scarlet draped dame
It was good I think I can claim,
In your town every thing looks the same,
Everyone wants riches, everyone wants forgotten fame.


After eight days I listened to all their pleas,
My only friend was a stray dog who was hungry and covered in fleas,
There was lawyers and butchers queens and kings.
There was a jeweller who sold goden rings,
There was me and my faithfull hound,
Then the lawman took him away to the city pound,
Your town is what you've become tired of,
The people will give no love.

I've been through your town with the scarlet draped dame
It was good I think I can claim,
In your town every thing looks the same,
Everyone wants riches, everyone wants forgotten fame.

Archived comments for YOUR TOWN
Michel on 2004-12-31 03:13:48
Re: YOUR TOWN
Kind of lovely - fun - enjoyed it - and made me laugh!

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deepoceanfish2 on 2005-01-01 14:07:50
Re: YOUR TOWN
Roy,

Very reminiscent of 'Horse With No Name'.

Regards,
Adele

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Zydha on 2005-01-01 18:32:46
Re: YOUR TOWN
I did look up to see if there were lyrics, Roy and see they are. Yes, 'Horse with no name' came to mind as I read through also.....great chorus too, Zydha

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royrodel on 2005-01-02 13:49:48
Re: YOUR TOWN
Wow!! thankyou,

RODEL

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royrodel on 2005-01-02 13:50:37
Re: YOUR TOWN
Thanx

RODEL

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LONG,LONG LONG MEADOWS (posted on: 31-12-04)
.

For miles and miles we keep on going
The big bus is a rockin'
We're singing songs about her rivers flowing
We miss Long Meadows it's a sin
I think it's a sin, yes I think it's a sin

We all heard miss Sharon sing about her
We all heard miss Sharon put her down
We all know miss Sharon's just some bitter saboteur
It's not our fault she stands barren in her wedding gown

Long, Long, Long Meadows
Where the rivers run to the seas
Long, Long, Long Meadows
Lord, we're coming back home with ease

In our town we don't question the politicians
We all believe they can do what they can do
Now we're just 4 roaming musicians
It doesn't bother us, does it bother you?
Just say it true

Long, Long, Long Meadows
Where the rivers run to the seas
Long, Long, Long Meadows
Lord, we're coming back home with ease

Now the radio blares from every dash board
As the dj's pick a song or two
They're playing our song again, lordy lord
We hope it picks you up when your feeling blue
Just say it true



Long, Long, Long Meadows
Where the rivers run to the seas
Long, Long, Long Meadows
Lord, we're coming back home with ease

Long, Long, Long Meadows
Oh Long, Long, Long Meadows
Where the rivers run to the seas
For miles and miles we keep on going
Lord, we're coming back home with ease
We're singing songs about her rivers flowing
The big bus is a rockin'
Lord, we're coming back home with ease

Archived comments for LONG,LONG LONG MEADOWS
Michel on 2004-12-31 02:09:02
Re: LONG,LONG LONG MEADOWS
I'd love to hear this sung - for some reason, though, it seemed to sing as I read it.

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deepoceanfish2 on 2004-12-31 11:39:04
Re: LONG,LONG LONG MEADOWS
roy,

Must agree with Michel...too bad we can't hear this one. Your forte is definitely ofr the lyical.

Regards,
Adele

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Zydha on 2005-01-11 19:53:42
Re: LONG,LONG LONG MEADOWS
I agree with the others,this has a super folksy lyrical rhythm already, I'd love to hear it to music, Zydha

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Sabrina on 2005-05-20 19:00:48
Re: LONG,LONG LONG MEADOWS
For some reason "Sweet Home Alabama" was playing in my head when I read this. I love that song, especially the guitar lead. You really do excell in writing lyrics, Roy, and that is tough because lyrics don't always look so great without the music. In fact, some of my favourtie songs look silly on paper but the line of the melody and the build of dynamics is what puts it all together. Good job!

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MISS CHARLIE (posted on: 24-12-04)
.

You've been working all night long ,
You pull on your cigarette,
And think to your self what's wrong,
You put your head in your hands,
You consider dining on food from foreign lands,
You hear her voice, she says,
Charlie this is the last time we're gonna get high,
This is the last time we're gonna get high,
This is the last time we're gonna get high,
Is this just another small white lie.

You've got a woman,
She's as sweet as sugar when it's golden brown,
You've seen her many times,
All she hears is wedding bell chimes,
She keeps you warm when it's getting colder,
She makes you feel young, now that you're older,
You hear a voice, it says,
Charlie this is the last time we're gonna get high,
This is the last time we're gonna get high,
This is the last time we're gonna get high,
Is this just another small white lie.

You have your doubts sometimes,
You make out like you don't understand all these passionate crimes,
You know what they mean when they say,
This is the last time we're gonna get high,
This is the last time we're gonna get high,
This is the last time we're gonna get high,
This is the last time we're gonna get high,
Is this just another small white lie.

You're a liar baby
You're a liar baby
You're a two faced liar,you know
I want to tell ya
Gotta tell ya, baby
You're a liar baby
You're a liar baby
You're a two faced liar, mama, come on
You're a liar
You're a liar
You're a liar .

Archived comments for MISS CHARLIE
Sabrina on 2005-05-20 19:18:23
Re: MISS CHARLIE
Hey I love this! Reminds me of that one by the Guess Who, "d'ya wanna rain dance with me" ya know where the music stops and he sings 'where'dya get the gun Johnny?'
Only one line confuses me 'cause I can't place what it means and that is 'you consider dining on food from foreign lands'. I've tried to figure this means doing something outside the norm, but aside from that, hey, the lyrics flow so well they almost sing the melody. I'd love to actually hear your stuff.

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royrodel on 2005-05-23 01:20:36
Re: MISS CHARLIE
You consider dining on food from foreign lands,
he's hungry.

RODEL

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HIS 'N' HERS (posted on: 20-12-04)
.

He growled like a fortified wine,
As he considered the burger bar,
For some place to dine,
It was strange because the walls were white washed,
His pride was broken,twisted and bashed,
The smell of onions watered his mouth,
He remembered it well,
It was a smell from his youth,
That morning he had had a fight,
The sun was shinning but he didn't feel so bright,
He'd just started to ignore the noise from the traffic,
As the diesel fumes crept in and made him feel sick,
He could see the powerful green weeds,
Pushing their heads through the concrete,
To scatter their bountiful seeds,
Sooner or later will he ever know ?
He was just doing what he was supposed to do.

She had lost all of her desire,
The pointless fight had dampened her fire,
She loaded her handbag with everything she'd made,
Because who knows?
That day she could have been Attila the Hun,
Or Florence Nightingale giving out aid,
Now she was looking on her peers as being some kinda threat,
You see it was to early for doubt,to early for regret,
She had lost all desire to pose in the polished glass,
She had lost all sense of social structure,all sense of class,
There was no need for social restraint,
In his eyes she was a sinner,in hers she was a saint,
She wasn't thinking how to get outta there,
After all she knew he wouldn't dare,
She knew he'd be back one of these days,
She was old enough to know it's not the ferryman that pays,
Then like a flash she went,
She still had to make enough to pay the rent,
Sooner or later will she ever know ?
She was just doing what she was supposed to do
Archived comments for HIS 'N' HERS
Safron on 2004-12-20 02:25:02
Re: HIS 'N' HERS
Roy,
Raw slice of life and reality this one is good has a sadness to it. Could feel her emotions in the verses.

Safron

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royrodel on 2004-12-21 01:44:54
Re: HIS 'N' HERS
Thanx,
Happy Alban Arthuan and may your inspiration be blessed by the magic of the serpent days.

RODEL


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Zydha on 2004-12-23 20:41:04
Re: HIS 'N' HERS
A sad piece, Roy, there's none so blind etc. This is a very good piece, but the rhythm seemed to loose it's way somewhere. This is the second time I have read it and I think it's worth an edit.

Seasons greetings, Roy, Zydha

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royrodel on 2004-12-28 02:16:59
Re: HIS 'N' HERS
Played this for years always found rythm

Capo 5th fret (sounding key F major)
The 2nd guitar is playing with a capo on the 1st fret and chords in E major

If you include the note in the piano here, you would get a Dm/f chord

In the refrain there is a nice bass line that one can get by playing the chords

C . G/b . |F/a . C/g . |F . C/e . |G

RODEL

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Sabrina on 2005-05-20 19:29:39
Re: HIS 'N' HERS
Hey Roy, me hear (little pun on that word) again. I almost never score peoples work because I don't like that system, but whoever gave you a 4 was.........I'll be polite and not say it. Probably someone cruising through splashing little insults to make their day. These words are excellent. In my head I could sort of hear the voice of that guy from the Eagles when he's singing 'Forgiveness' (even if you don't love me anymore) or 'this is that last worthless evening that you'll have to spend'. I think your portrait of the two individuals, the different faces of the same coin, is really well done. I hope somewhere you have the opportunity to perform your music. I work with a fellow who is a regular little Schubert and is always coming up with great stuff. But, he is very reclusive and it is tough to get him out of his bandroom, mostly I think 'cause he smokes too much pot and hey, tomorrow is just around the corner...but there are some clever things he's written and they are a joy to sing. Good luck!.....Ciao

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Sabrina on 2005-05-20 19:37:46
Re: HIS 'N' HERS
O.k Wait.....it's Dire Straights I hear......I mean I heard them first and then...well....I'm home from work sick and my mind had a brain fart.....but Eagles have that same genre of story telling....and I didn't mention how great and juicy the lyrics are, "growled like fortified wine' and ' not the ferryman who pays' very deep that last one. In fact the portrait of the woman is particularly deep and uses some great word arrangements...........time for a tylenol....Ciao

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royrodel on 2005-05-23 01:17:55
Re: HIS 'N' HERS
Thanx
RODEL

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CAPITALISM (posted on: 20-12-04)
Xmas shopping

Some preachers preach of evil deeds,
Some teachers teach that knowledge is what we need,
To make hundred-dollar bills,
And that goodness hides behind some high hill,
Does the prime minister of the United Kingdom really believe this?
I ain't gonna get lost in this current,
I don't like playing mind games with the government,
No lady or gentleman likes making do,
Especially when they see all these riches that can be had,
Just by going along with this fad,
Well I don't dare close my eyes,
In case I miss out any of their lies,
Maybe in the next life I'll get some rest,
Maybe then I'll be rid of this pest,
Well, you know, lots of people are complaining' that there is no work,
I say, "Why you say that for when everything we got is foreign made?"
You can always get a job as a hotel clerk
We don't make nothing' here no more,
You know, our way of life is above the law,
It says, "It don't count 'less it sells",
If there's less profit when it's UK built,
You just build it cheaper someplace else.

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THE OBVIOUS ODE (posted on: 20-12-04)
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They're pink,'n', blue,'n',black,'n',green,
Some look quite nice,
Most can tell the enquirer where you've been,
They can make you feel tall,
They can make you feel short,
Some will make you blister,
Some will annoy that old wart,
We kick them and stamp them until they feel right,
Some are loose and some are really tight,
They've been around for a long,long time,
They've been sung about in story and rhyme,
They're made of every material known to man,
They have them in Iceland,
They have them in Japan,
If they took them away we'd cry and cry,
And the angry people would ask their governments,
Why, oh why, oh why,
You'll find them on the tallest peak,
You'll find them at the bottom of the deepest sea,
Everyone has them him, her, you and me
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deepoceanfish2 on 2004-12-21 09:26:02
Re: THE OBVIOUS ODE
Very enigmatic Roy.

Adele

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royrodel on 2004-12-21 16:50:56
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Thanx,
Happy Alban Arthuan and may your inspiration be blessed by the magic of the serpent days.

RODEL


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Zydha on 2004-12-23 20:54:36
Re: THE OBVIOUS ODE
Enigmatic indeed, Roy, lol, my husband and I have been pondering your words (which we enjoyed) for ages and have ended in conflict.

'Is' this an 'ode to boots' or not? My goodness, you stirred some life in the old house tonight! lol, Zydha

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JUDAS ISCARIOT (posted on: 20-12-04)
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For 30 pieces of silver could it have been you,
So easy to deny , I wonder if he knew,
But here he was in all his glory,
Was he part of the plan ?
Was he part of the story?
If he was then why is he no saint?
Judas Iscariot just felt evil and faint,
He sold Jesus Christ, no one else,
Why is his image not on our shelves?
Oh Judas I weep for your soul,
So confused, when you knew this was God's son,
Satan then had you, had you on the run,
Oh Judas Iscariot,there was no place to hide,
If you had done Gods will,
Then, why the suicide?
I ask you all now,
Did Judas Iscariot have God on his side?

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tai on 2004-12-20 04:44:23
Re: JUDAS ISCARIOT
Yes Roy I believe so, he too played his role in Jesus's life/death. We all play our part.

Nice little poem. Very Chistmassy

Merry Christmas and a fabulous New Year to you.

All the best

Tai

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richardwatt on 2004-12-20 11:02:25
Re: JUDAS ISCARIOT
Judas is a bit like Hernan Crespo: on loan, hated but with a natural left foot. Sometimes it doesn't matter whether the function is fulfilled, bad things happen regardless, especially when you are dealing with yer actual god. Look at all the old Testament, what a PR disaster that was - he/she shouted 'cobblers' to us all in at least two instances.

Seriously, the Presbyterian explanation for the manifest destiny thing is 'well, it's kind of manifest, but if you are destined to do something bad, you can change it.' G just makes these little f*ckups on purpose once in a while. Judas was a lot more interesting than Jesus, as a result.

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royrodel on 2004-12-21 01:43:20
Re: JUDAS ISCARIOT
Thanx,
Happy Alban Arthuan and may your inspiration be blessed by the magic of the serpent days.

RODEL


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royrodel on 2004-12-21 01:43:50
Re: JUDAS ISCARIOT
Thanx,
Happy Alban Arthuan and may your inspiration be blessed by the magic of the serpent days.

RODEL


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Nicoletta on 2004-12-21 09:09:43
Re: JUDAS ISCARIOT
No he didn't.
Nicoletta.

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deepoceanfish2 on 2004-12-21 09:16:15
Re: JUDAS ISCARIOT
You seem to be on a Biblical roll Roy.

Adele

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royrodel on 2004-12-21 16:49:01
Re: JUDAS ISCARIOT
Searching for rhyme, searching for logic, I can't find the words it's all so tragic.

Thanx,
Happy Alban Arthuan and may your inspiration be blessed by the magic of the serpent days.

RODEL


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royrodel on 2004-12-21 16:49:29
Re: JUDAS ISCARIOT
Thanx,
Happy Alban Arthuan and may your inspiration be blessed by the magic of the serpent days.

RODEL


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Corin on 2004-12-30 17:39:16
Re: JUDAS ISCARIOT
Any chance of an acknowledgement to Mr Robert Dylan?

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royrodel on 2005-01-01 13:43:33
Re: JUDAS ISCARIOT
The 5th verse of 'With God on our side'. Alas no. This was written after me seeing Mel Gibsons The passion of Christ.

RODEL

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VENUS (posted on: 17-12-04)
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When she's on her best behavior,
Don't be tempted by her favors,
Never turn your back on what she needs,
Love is hurled from A to B,
By hands that once looked so smooth to me,
Grasp at memories that don't want grasping,
Gaze at clouds that come down crashing,
Three days and two nights away from my friends,
Amen to anything that brings a quick return to my friends,
To my friends I'll admit I was unfaithful,
But from now I'll be more faithful,
Never turn your back on what she needs.

When she's on her best behavior,
Don't be tempted by her favors,
Never turn your back on Venuses needs,
Love is hurled from Jupiter to Mercury,
By hands that once crystallized me,
Grasp at memories that don't want grasping,
Gaze at clouds that come down crashing,
Orion's people and his friends,
Are always quick to make amends,
To her friends I'll be forever grateful,
But from now I'll be more faithful,
Never turn your back on Venuses needs
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FORCED (posted on: 17-12-04)
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Forced to think,
Forced to smell the advertisers stink,
Forced to smile,forced to cry,
Forced to live forced to die,
Forced to sleep,forced to wake,
Forced to give,forced to take,
Forced to feel lonely,forced to feel special,
We're being forced by that T.V. commercial,
Forced to dress,forced to bless,
Forced to be clean,forced to make a mess,
Forced to eat,forced to follow the heat,
Forced to stop on every dead-end street,
Forced to follow some idol,
Forced to be xenophobially tribal,
Forced to be on your guard,
Forced to read the writer,forced to listen to the bard,
Forced to go to school,forced to play the fool,
Forced to fear the law,forced to break the rule,
Forced to join in,forced to repent for your sin,
Forced to buy alcohol,forced to drink whiskey and gin,
Forced to buy pop,forced to name drop,
All this forcing will never stop"
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SOME TOWN (posted on: 10-12-04)
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The boys would meet at the shops every night,
Talking about girls and learning how to fight,
This was our life as we tried to impress our peers,
As we spoke of love and our hidden fears.
Soon we'd be men,
Doing as our fathers had done,
Working in an office or driving a train,
With all their broken hearts and unforgiving pain,
The lights from the oil works lit up the sky,
Down by the water where the seagulls did fly,
The smell fried your brain and the constant humming drove you insane,
We'd fight the shore boys and show them who was tough,
It's all we had you could never get enough,
We'd help the old folk hoping for a silver bob,
We were to proud to beg, to proud to sob,
Disco night was on a Friday night,
We all wore our best shirts, like peacocks in flight,
Looking for a lady who might become our spouse,
Or that ultimate fight that would send you to the jail house.
We'd smoke our fags and drink our drink,
There was no time for books, no time to think,
The council thought it knew what we needed,
Just like the holy man who preached and pleaded,
Deep down we knew they were just criminals and fools,
We were the boys, we made the rules,
So now we're here and it still looks the same ,
I can still see the oil works flame,
The boys would meet at the shops every night,
Talking about girls and learning how to fight.









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Zydha on 2004-12-10 05:50:09
Re: SOME TOWN
The cycle of life, another great song, Rodel, almost fits 'Money for nothing' quite well, at least, that was the tune going through my head as I read, Zydha

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Kat on 2004-12-10 12:28:20
Re: SOME TOWN
I enjoyed this too!

Kat πŸ™‚

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royrodel on 2004-12-12 01:19:11
Re: SOME TOWN
Thanx

RODEL

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royrodel on 2004-12-12 01:19:33
Re: SOME TOWN
Thanx

RODEL

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SOLITUDE (posted on: 06-12-04)
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Solitude would laugh wouldn't he,
has he followed you to your destiny,
does he want you to come back tomorrow,
like you did yesterday,
You can openly share your despair,
but will he treat you fair?
Is your thought all mystified and mirr,
Does he make your heart beat and stir,
can you slip back to your forgotten reality,
Will he give you warmth served with pity,
A false economy in the land of the free,
Will you be invited to the Monday ceremony?

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Kat on 2004-12-06 20:41:43
Re: SOLITUDE
I liked the feeling expressed in this. I was lost with 'mirr' but it sounds great, and the last line is very intriguing...

Kat πŸ™‚

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royrodel on 2004-12-07 02:13:51
Re: SOLITUDE
Mirr, when you can see the heat rising on a hot day or the morning mist.
Thanx,

RODEL

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Omma_Velada on 2004-12-08 12:32:30
Re: SOLITUDE
I enjoyed this short, poignant piece, the personification of solitude works well here I thought. I was likewise curious about the final line.

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BLIND MAN (posted on: 06-12-04)
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They said he'd found his station, He was a blind man in a cold lonely nation, As he was guided they could see he was rare, He was despised by the crowd just for being there, As the waiting onlookers groomed their hair, They'd always seen him as second best, They knew his blindness made him a cut above the rest, He was angry as they were,only he could feel it in his chest, He could smell the pain of the flower as it was crushed, And although he could not see them he felt them as they pushed, A high pitched voice shrieked as its train pulled away, It knew its connection wouldn't wait in the bay, a woman nattered until she said what she had to say, A perfumed youth stumbled to a resolution, He'd seen the blind man in his situation, But as day is day and night is night, He knew the blind man had seen the light, An angry hag opened her handbag, as she condemned everything she saw, As far as she was concerned they had broken the law, Undeterred they all tried to relate, To the blind man in his passionate state
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Omma_Velada on 2004-12-08 12:29:49
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a very poignant piece, i especially liked the line 'he could smell the pain of the flower as it was crushed', very evocative.

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royrodel on 2004-12-09 00:01:59
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Thanx

RODEL

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A BROTHERS CRY (posted on: 06-12-04)
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I'm not a guru or a violent man,
Just a minion with the potential to be a super man,
What am I living for?
I'm lost between the light and dark,
Where others see their faith,
I can't see my destiny,
I'm the product of a by-gone age,
When the war was won and love was made,
I'm living proof of Thatchers lies,
Where there's no room for me and no fun for you,
Only dark over cast skies.

I'm floating through time and space,
To my empty tomb that's in its place,
So warm and cold and snug and covered in lace,
When do you want me to come to my senses,
So you can watch my mind as it tenses,
Has my eyes pierced your soul?
As I trek towards my fruitless goal,
Like your lips as they search out their next tasteless meal,
Just point me in the right direction and tell me how to feel
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KJKeller on 2004-12-06 03:08:23
Re: A BROTHERS CRY
I really liked your message in your song. If I could offer one suggestion: "Has my eyes", consider revision to: "Have my eyes" ........:)
Regards, Kathy


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Kat on 2004-12-06 03:50:38
Re: A BROTHERS CRY
Enjoyed these lyrics very much - I go along with Kathy's suggestion too...

Kat πŸ™‚

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Zydha on 2004-12-06 06:50:25
Re: A BROTHERS CRY
Rhyming couplets are not the easiest format, but you have kept rhyme and rhythm beautifully throught this super song (I guess it's a 'blues no.?) lol.

The obvious typo has been pointed out, but I really enjoyed reading this, Zydha

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royrodel on 2004-12-07 02:06:19
Re: A BROTHERS CRY
Thanx,

RODEL

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royrodel on 2004-12-07 02:06:46
Re: A BROTHERS CRY
Thanx,

RODEL

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royrodel on 2004-12-07 02:11:13
Re: A BROTHERS CRY
Drop D , middle A played on the fiddle more of a ballad.

Thanx,

RODEL

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tai on 2004-12-07 18:18:37
Re: A BROTHERS CRY
This will make a very good soulful ballard.imo.

You have a gift for song writing. Nice work

Tai

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Omma_Velada on 2004-12-08 12:01:10
Re: A BROTHERS CRY
i really liked this piece, you've managed to rhyme without it sounding contrived and i like the contrast of the two stanzas. great read πŸ™‚

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royrodel on 2004-12-09 00:02:47
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Thanx

RODEL

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royrodel on 2004-12-09 00:03:07
Re: A BROTHERS CRY
Thanx

RODEL

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MULL O' KINTYRE (posted on: 03-12-04)
Mo Shuil Ad Dheigh.

I see the gray ocean,
the white sands,
The green kelp,
And the forest lands,
I smell the air that gets me by,
and I see the hill and the mountain so high,
And when I'm far away and I hear your tongue,
You make me want to run and run and run,
Back home.

Mull o' Kintyre,
You set my heart on fire, on fire,
Mull o' Kintyre,
You set my heart on fire,

Don't need the city lights,
Don't want to see their war or hear about their fight,
I just want to be with you every day and every night,
I can still see old Cour, and I hear the wisdom she spoke,
Her sweet melodies, touched all my folk,
And how the sound of old Bute,
Lashes at my conscience,
She keeps me in place and stops my pretense.

Mull o' Kintyre,
You set my heart on fire, on fire,
Mull o' Kintyre,
You set my heart on fire.

I'd just like to thank mister Somerled,
And how from that day we've been blessed,
When he put the viking man and MacSween down,
When he drove them out of Campbell town,
Now it's up to the poets to write about your beauty,
To tell the world about Ballochroy,Macharioch and Kilchenzie,
Your call haunts all our memories.

Mull o' Kintyre,
You set my heart on fire, on fire,
Mull o' Kintyre,
You set my heart on fire.








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Zydha on 2004-12-03 07:55:58
Re: MULL O' KINTYRE
Though I don't know the highlands very well, Bob, this made me feel quite homesick for that rugged Scottish beauty,

I enjoyed your words very much, Zydha

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Gerry on 2004-12-03 14:09:56
Re: MULL O' KINTYRE
The title drew me in to this post. I have been to this area many times. My daughter now lives on Arran.
Nicely done.

Gerry.

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royrodel on 2004-12-04 21:11:41
Re: MULL O' KINTYRE
Yeah I know what you mean.

RODEL

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royrodel on 2004-12-04 21:12:07
Re: MULL O' KINTYRE
Thanx

RODEL

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Nicoletta on 2004-12-05 04:55:41
Re: MULL O' KINTYRE
Although I would prefer this was a poem I must say you managed to express yourself quite beautifully. I while reading 3 or 4 times skipped the "Mull o' Kintyre,
You set my heart on fire, on fire,
Mull o' Kintyre,
You set my heart on fire." and read it as a poem. I hope you don't mind my saying that.
The first stanza is my favourite.

Nicoletta.

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royrodel on 2004-12-05 15:32:16
Re: MULL O' KINTYRE
Yes it's mine aswell,the original finished at
'I just want to be with you every day and every night, ' but then the folk singer John Scott got his hands on it and we adapted it to this.

RODEL

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KING OF THE TRIBAL SPIDERS (posted on: 29-11-04)
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I owe you a debt, King of the tribal spiders,
I joined your electrified warriors,
Tapped into the syrup of lust,
Forgot everything,
And fought for baby Prince acid.

Side stepping to you,
I get a little bit closer,
And then the feelin's fine,
I bow my head,
To your crown,
Made of silk and satin.

Spiky metal,
Troubled zinc,
I'll catch the fire rock for you,
And be redeemed by your sword,
And you could show the ancient wizards, power,
Sleep my King, sleep.

When I was young,
They showed me their tricks,
And they tried to fool me into their ways,
But I stood strong, against the destroyers of Mars,
And followed the light of the chrome star,
And battled through the poisoned waters.

The liquid sun falls to her knees in front of you,
Your vision and thunderous wisdom,
Is captured by the scorpions quill,
The children of the merciful dragon are joining your ranks,
There's not enough paper left to write history, on it's page.

We'll follow the ragged piper,
Whilst the black toothed poet looks for gold,
We're amazed by the purple tune,
And the beat of his feline purring
I owe you a debt, King of the tribal spiders,
I joined your electrified warriors.






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Zydha on 2004-11-29 18:32:50
Re: KING OF THE TRIBAL SPIDERS
Wow Roy, I have read and reread this and I am not quite sure if I understand it.

Is this a sideways reference to the web of life and what is demanded of us by superiors? Or, does it relate to some comic character I am unaware of?

I have made a number of assumptions in my interpretations, but shall go with the first, as I found this complelling, yet just a little complex for little 'ole me. But, emphatically, I enjoyed the fantasy element, though I think it is all metaphorical. Phew...Zydha

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royrodel on 2004-11-30 09:26:16
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It is a piece of pure fantasy.It was written in 2 minutes,I only edited the title, I was going to call it ' King of the rumbling spiders'. I've just read Dylan's book on spiders.I was reminded of how story tellers used to tell me stories when I was a child, and that how I was bard, and part of these story tellers , from someone I met in the pub ,and this is a remnence of what we used to tell each other.it was a real eureka moment for me.There's a 'Jeemy moose' in us all .

RODEL

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Archie on 2004-12-02 21:47:03
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There's something memorable in all the stuff I've read of yours. 'Tapped into the syrup of lust' is great.

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royrodel on 2004-12-04 21:19:58
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Thanx

RODEL

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JIST ANOTHER CHRISTMAS (posted on: 26-11-04)
CHRISTMAS

                                                        JUST ANOTHER CHRISTMAS DAY.


Oh ma heid, never again,
MAW!! whit time is it?
Half eight son, and a Merry Christmas tae ye,
Are ye no' coming doon tae open yer presents?
Aye ,aye I'll be doon the noo, Merry Christmas maw,
Aw naw, nae fags left, whaur will I get fags oan Christmas day?
Ah ken, Mo's, noo he's always open, good old Mo.

You were in some state when ye came in,
Aye, Christmas cheer and aw that maw.
Noo where's the pressies?
Sokes,sokes,boaxers,aftershave, Ya Beuty voddy for the body,
This is pure dead brilliant maw,
Am chokin' fur a fag ,am gawn doon tae Mo's,
Dae ye want anythin'?
Naw son, just give Mo and his wife ma best,

Mornin' Mo, gae me twenty, naw better make it forty fags,
Ma maw sends her best,
So was Santa good to you son?
Ah the usual Mo, sokes and aftershave,
Whit aboot you are you closin' early?
Aye son, we're only open tae three,
Ah yer a God send Mo,
Noo whits the damage?
Seven pound eighty,
Thanks Mo,
A'll see ye later cheerio,
Cheerio son, tell yer maw Merry Christmas,
Aye Mo, nae bother.

Whit's that smell maw?
Whit smell son?
It smells like somebodies let aff,
That's the brussell sprouts cookin',
Mo wishes ye a Merry Christmas,
Maw are you wantin' tae keep any ae this wrappin' paper?
A've picked oot whit a want son ,
A'll jist pit it aw in the bin then,
Aye thanks son.

That's Davey oan the phone fur ye son,
Right maw,
Yo sir,
Merry Crimbo tae ye an' a' that,
Aye a' the best Davey, have a gid night then?
Aye, whit happened tae you?
Ah hid tae pit wee Geordie and Paul in a taxi,
Bit he widnae take thum,
How no?
Well Davey,did wee Geordie no jist gae it Hughy and Ralph as soon as the taxi appeared,
Then the pair o' thum jummped oan the bus,
Then a fun' oot that the last orders were at half ten so it was doubles a' night,
An' a cannae remember how a got hame,
Whit aboot you Davey,
A wis in the toon wi' Rab, it wis hoachin'
Polis everywhere, we were gonna go tae the dancin',bit Rabs workin' the day,
You gawn doon tae the pub later?
Aye Davey whit time dis' it open?
Twelve o'cloke,
Aye a'right then, you gawn?
Aye,
A'right then ,cheerio see ye then then.

Maw are you needin' anythin' done?
Aye you coud peel the tatties son,
Okay how many will a dae?
A've left thum oot next tae the sink,
Maw, check oot next door,
Imagine getin' somebody a car washin' kit fur thur Christmas,
It's the thought that counts,
Aye a suppose so Maw.

Why's it only oan Christmas day that the telly's gid?
Aye a ken son, thur's new movies oan a' day,
Is thur nae fitba' oan?
A've no' checked,
Bit ma soaps are oan fur three oor's,
Am gawn doon the pub wi' Davey at twelve o'cloke,
Mind an' be back fur half two, that's when yer dinners gawn oot,
Aye okay Maw.

A'll need tae fun' a tape,tae tape the Christmas lectures maw,
Whit time are they oan it son?
Half ten,
Noo whaur's that tape?
Whit tape son?        
The wan when we goat beat four- wan,
It's in the red case,
Cheers maw.

You gonna take that dug oot?
Aye, two minutes maw,
Here boy, walkies,
Whit did Santa bring you, ya daft dug ye?
A box o' savouries,
Don't be teasing that dug, tae ye've hid um oot,
Aye nae bother maw.

HERE BOY, come oan ya daft dug,
A'right wee man, Santa bring ye a bike?
Aye mister,
That's a stoater, it's even goat the front suspension,
Aye mister,it's goat forty gears aswell ,
Aye braw, look it that daft dug o' mine sniffin' aboot in aw that muck,HERE BOY,
Cheerio mister,
See ye, wee man.
Here, look at ye ya daft dug.
C'mon, hame.    

See the wanes are oot oan thur new bikes maw,
Aye dae you remember that wan we goat you? Ye wur never oaf it,
Aye a bikes a guid pressie,
Want a cuppa son?
Aye, thanks maw,
There ye go son, thurs a boax o' mint chokelates there,
Thanks maw that's braw.

Whit are ye daein' fur the bells son,
Dunno maw, wee Geordie wants tae go tae the city,
An' how are ye gonna get hame fae there?
Aye, that's whit a wiz wunderin' aboot,
These chokelate mints are guid maw,
Aye, a gote thum fae Mo, two fur a pound,
Did ye check tae see if thur wiz ony fitba' oan,
Naw son a've no' hid time,
Whaur's the paper?

Well son, is there ony oan?
Aye thurs a few Unglish games oan, United are playin' City,An' the spotsman o' the year awards are oan,
A'll need tae tape that son,
Thur repeatin' it at twelve o'cloke,
The smell o' that turkey's makin' ma mooth watter maw, did ye mind tae get the puckl't onions?
Aye, an' a goat beetroot an' broon sauce, the guid stuff,
Ah, yer a wee gem maw.

Am awa' tae get ready maw,
Ye wantin' breakfast afore ye go oot?
Dunno maw,
Well a'll mak' ye some toast,
Aye, a'right,thanks maw.

Did ye get new razors maw?
Aye thur in the bathroom cabinet,
Whit dae ye 'hink o' ma new aftershave,
Come here and gae me a sniff,
Aye that's braw, yer toast is oan the table,
Are ye takin' the dug oot afore ye go tae the pub?
A've just let um oot the back, hiv ye seen um wi that bone? 'e loves it,
Aye, a gote it fae the pet shope,it's gote a' the vitamins in it.
There's the phone,
Hello,
You ready?
Aye Davey, jist gote ma shoes and jayket tae pit oan,
See ye in half an oor,
Mind noo don't be late,
Right Davey nae bother, cheerio,
Am awa' maw, see ye later,
Mind noo,half two.


RODEL.














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thehaven on 2004-11-26 14:14:02
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Great dialogue ,Enjoyed tihs .

Mike

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Archie on 2004-11-26 21:40:16
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A belter, ye bampot

Archie

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deepoceanfish2 on 2004-11-27 01:30:02
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Roy,

One word: Splendid!

Cheers,
Adele πŸ˜‰

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Kat on 2004-11-27 12:53:33
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Great work Roy!

Kat πŸ™‚

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royrodel on 2004-11-28 08:49:08
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Thanx,

RODEL

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royrodel on 2004-11-28 08:49:42
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Thanx,

RODEL

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royrodel on 2004-11-28 08:50:12
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Thanx,

RODEL

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royrodel on 2004-11-28 08:50:40
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THanx,

RODEL

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MY VISIT TO THE HOTEL OF THE LONG SLEEPERS (posted on: 22-11-04)
An incident.

My heart was heavy and my head was light,
I was a figure in the graveyard amongst the dead,
There was stone of every flavor marble, granite and sand,
That had been lovingly carved by the mason's hand,
There was politicians, teachers and an angel with a dirty face,
Here they were all gathered in one place,
So I asked them all ' oh why, oh why, oh why',
But I heard no whisper,I heard no cry,
I sat on the donated seat,
And wondered who'd achieved the greatest feat,
I saw the grave digger with his spade and twelve foot pole,
I said ' how is the keeper of bodies with no soul',
He said ' over by that tree, that's where I keep your hole,
He said ' don't count your blessings because soon you'll be mine',
'I'll keep your tomb dandy and fine',
As he walked to his next place of labour,
I realized then he's the one who does the dead a favor,
A chauffeured driven limousine was waiting at the gate,
The passenger didn't feel envy, she didn't feel hate,
As she lay in splendor in her flowers all white,
She had lost her war, lost her fight,
Followed by mourners once filled with glee,
I was so glad it wasn't me,
I noticed the grass all cut and pristine,
Then I started to yawn and wanted to dream,
I walked over to my ma and my pa,
As I stared at the stone I remembered how she had sung tra la la la,
Golden colored epitaphs went on and on and on,
Soon my son would be longing for my song.
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Pilgermann on 2005-03-17 19:55:00
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Let's hope you keep your son is and isn't kept waiting. Another entrancing piece.



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JUST ANOTHER DAY (posted on: 22-11-04)
C, Am,F or G, Em, D with loadsa base

I sat at the gates of Eden,
A tattered tabloid I was reading,
About Cain and Abel and all that bleeding,
There was a picture of the nightmare to come,
And a dealer who had dealt and won,
I wanted to call the Red Cross,
As the black bloated raven waited patiently to reap the losers loss,
Adam was old and gray,
Many a year had passed since that the first day,
Adam had named my cat a cat,
Eve passed me by so I tipped my hat,
The curse had been cast long ago,
On and on the clear waters did flow,
A flaming sword which turned every way high and low,
To keep the way of the tree of life,
Because Adam had hearkened to the voice of his wife,
I sat at the gates of Eden,
A tattered tabloid I was reading.

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THE SUBWAY (posted on: 12-11-04)
PUBLIC TRANSPORT

I jumped into my place,
Without any disgrace,
I chose to travel public,
I knew all the risks,
But how could I, I mean me,
How could I feel mentally sick.

There was deforestation,
There was people going to there destination,
There was criminals and war,
There was hurt in the faces that I saw,
There was drunks young and old,
Everyone had been bought,
Everyone had been sold.

I seen shoppers that had had a good time,
I could still hear the beggar calling for a dime,
Every dream and vision,
Blurred by the radio,
Blurred by the television,
I could smell the cooked food,
I wondered if I should
Then like the still of night,
I remembered how I once flew a kite.

There was papers all around,
With all there sensation and all,
A woman from out west,
Lit up a clay pipe that tightened her chest,
I could see their nightmares one and all,
They were adding to my madness the short and the tall.

The conductor called 'tickets please',
I produced my pass with the greatest of ease,
Then I felt welcomed on my chariot,
But I couldn't recognize the nun,
I couldn't recognize the harlot,
On and on and on it went,
A passenger complained 'there's a dent ,in my pride'.


I looked to the light,
In the long dark night,
Choo ,choo, a strange dude sat across from me,
I thought to my self who the hell are you,
I felt like the Golden Calf,
Giving out milk in a pint and a half,
Reverting back to my place and destination,
The dude asked me for a cigarette,
I told him 'I can't give you comfort,
I only got regret',
He moved down the carriage,
Seeing if he could make another marriage,
So what? after all,
I've got my attitude and all,
Hope he has a ball.

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OUTLAW BLUES (posted on: 12-11-04)
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Excuse me I'm just going out here to die,
Before I go fill my glass one more time,
You see the sheriff's got my name on a bullet,
They say I stole his thunder,stole his rhyme,
I can see the red sunset and the broken spurs on my boots,
Guess I'm not so well dressed after all,
But what difference will it make when I fall,
Won't have my pride anymore,
When I lie in my own blood on the floor.

Guess I'd better load my gun,
Cause either way I'm gonna be dead or on the run,
The posse led by a man named Lee,
Could be after me one fine day
Either way I'll never be free,
But it hurts more to swallow my pride,
Cause I know I'll never hide away from any fight,
Be it wrong be it right,
Just don't paint my tomb stone yella,
Or I'll come back from hell and haunt ya,
Excuse me I'm just going out here to die.

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Easyrider on 2005-01-04 16:31:50
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Jony Cash.the man in black.R.I.P

EASY

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SAILORS (posted on: 12-11-04)
Look outside the fish bowl.

As the day starts,
We become who we were yesterday,
Programmed to work and to forget about play,
We don't listen to our own desires anymore,
As we prepare for the relentless chore,
Controlled by society,
We all know that this way we won't make our bounty,
We justify our sanity and gloat,
After all we're all in the same boat,
Change,change,change,
We're afraid to be strange,
But just look at Edison, and Cassius Clay,
There was two strange men who showed us the way,
Don't fear to be right,don't fear to be wrong,
Be a poet write down your song,
Laugh at yourself,laugh at me,
Tell it all,tell me your search for sanity,
As the day ends,
Don't fall to your knees,
Toast yourself,
And all of the sailors on the seven seas.
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tai on 2004-11-13 13:12:07
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What an agreeable little poem Roy, I enjoyed it very much.

all the best

Tai

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Kat on 2004-11-17 09:24:37
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I enjoyed sailing on your poem - a well told sentiment that I agree with...

Kat πŸ™‚

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Zydha on 2004-11-18 13:57:14
Re: SAILORS
Hello Royrodel, I enjoyed this slightly satirical look at life, some of your lines could be shorter, ie.

Two strange men who showed us the way.

But that's just in my opinion, but sometimes satire hits harder when more punchy, Zydha

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royrodel on 2004-12-04 21:27:52
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Thanx

RODEL

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royrodel on 2004-12-04 21:28:23
Re: SAILORS
Thanx

RODEL

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royrodel on 2004-12-04 21:28:42
Re: SAILORS
Thanx

RODEL

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ADAM OF EDEN (posted on: 12-11-04)
What really happend.

Bolts of lightening ring out in the Eden night , Enter Eve from up on high, She sees Adam of Eden all sparkling and bright She thinks to herself,ok come on girl lets start the lie, Here comes the story of Adam of Eden The man the angel came to blame for something that he never done, Put him in a living hell But one time he could-a been the Saviour of the world. The Tree of Life does Eve see, And an angel named Lucifer moving around mysteriously "I ain't doin nothin" he says and he throws up his hands "I was only keeping it tidy I hope you understand, I saw him leave" he says and he stops "One of us had better tell our God", And so Eve tells God,and he sends his angels in a bolt made of light. Meanwhile far away in another part of the garden, Adam of Eden and a couple of angels are fooling around, Number one choice for the Saviour of the world, Had no idea what was about to go down, When an angel called out his name, Adam just laughed, he thought it was a game, In Eden that's just the way things are, Adam had always been the brightest star. Lucifer had a partner and he had an eye on the girl, Him and Gabriel had been getting their fill, He said "I saw a man running out he looked strong and pure, he skipped and jumped across the golden moor" And Eve just nodded her head as she heard a hiss, God's angel said "Wait a minute we need more than this", And though there was no one else there, The angels wanted a bigger share. Yes here comes the story of Adam of Eden, The man the angels came to blame, For something that he never done, Put in a living hell , But one time he could-a been The Saviour of the world. Some time later Eden's in flame, Adam's arguing and fighting for his name, While Lucifer's still in the blaming game, And God's angels are still looking for some one to blame , "Remember that incident that happened with the tree ?" "Remember you said you saw a man strong and full of purity?" "You think you'd like to play with the law ?" " Think it might-a been that Adam you saw, 'Running that night ?" 'Don't forget what is right". Lucifer said "I'm really not sure", 'He was strong and pure', Angel said "All us angels gotta stick together', 'We're the same like birds of a feather', 'An angel like you likes to be known', 'You like sitting with God at his throne,' 'We could have you for this crime', 'Now you don't wanta lengthen our time', 'You'll be doing us angels favor', 'That Adam of Eden he ain't our Saviour', 'We want to put the blame on him', He ain't gonna give us angels no saviourin". Adam of Eden was the purest in the land, But he never had time to think about the sea and the sand, It's my work he'd say as he looked to the skies, This is what you call paradise, Where the rivers flow and the air is nice, This is the land where God often came, The land where they gave Adam the blame. All of Adam's cards were marked in advance, The trial was a pig-circus he never had a chance, The judge made Adam's witnesses cherubs all the same, To the angels he was the one to blame, And to the animals he was pure and strong, They never knew Adam to do no wrong, And though this did not make sense, The angel said ' where's your defense' 'Your the one who did the deed' And all the jury agreed. Adam of Eden was falsely tried, The crime was disobedience guess who testified, Lucifer and the angels they all boldly lied. How can the life of such a man, Be in the palm of some fool's hand ? To see him obviously framed, Couldn't help but make Eve feel ashamed, To live in a land where justice is a game. Now all the angels who dance in the skies, Are free to play harps and watch the sun rise, While Adam cries into the well, An innocent man in a living hell, That's the story of Adam of Eden, The man the angel came to blame for something that he never done, Put him in a living hell, But one time he could-a been the Saviour of the world.
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Zydha on 2004-11-18 13:51:45
Re: ADAM OF EDEN
Original to say the least, Roy, I am suprised you have had no response to this.

I like the concept here and funnily enough, can also hear it as a Johnny Cash type song. Is there meant to be a 'to' missing from the 'Are free play harps etc? A very original thought, Zydha

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royrodel on 2004-11-18 17:12:22
Re: ADAM OF EDEN
Thankyou,Thankyou for the proof read.

RODEL

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MISTER KING (posted on: 05-11-04)
Drop D,

Written for 1 of the greatest men of the 20th century watch video http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=brEazfhKqms

They put him in a special school, Where he grew to be nobodies fool, They taught him there grace and manner, He knew one day he'd fly his banner, But when he said what he had to say, You know they shot him anyway. He was crippled by the manacles of segregation, Just because he wasn't white caucasian, He lived with his people on a lonely island of poverty, In the midst of a vast ocean of prosperity, When he said what he had to say , You know they shot him anyway. From a jail cell in Birmingham, He thought about Jesus,life and his mam, But he was a black man in Alabama, Where the sun was your pa and the moon was your mama, When he said what he had to say , You know the shot him anyway. All these confederate veterans, Who are the rulers and politicians, All drank from a different water fountain, All their slavery money they were countin', From all those people they were hurtin', When he said what he had to say, You know they shot him anyway.
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eddiesolo on 2004-11-11 16:08:16
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Very striking Roy. It really got to me the versus.

Nice piece.

Si:-)

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royrodel on 2004-12-04 21:24:21
Re: MISTER KING
Thanx

RODEL

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Kat on 2005-09-30 18:16:01
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Hi Roy

I really enjoyed this song - well-performed - the audio facility becomes you! ;o)

Cheers

Kat πŸ™‚

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KING JAMES THE 1ST AND 6TH (posted on: 25-10-04)
AN ODE TO THE EVIL THAT MEN DO.

Ahh Jamsey do your stuff,
Get these witches treat them rough,
If she's got a boil on her head,
Torture her until she's dead,
Ahh Jamesy king of mine,
Seek out your prey,
Kill her then we'll dine,
Ahh Jamesy we've put your name all over our Bible book,
You get them witches with your rusted hook,
Ahh Jamsey remember the stormy sea,
Torture them witches,torture them with glee,
After all it's the Devils work that they are doing,
You've made up our minds it's evil we're pursuing,
Ahh Jamsey you've got God on your side,
All those witches have no place to hide,
Ahh Jamsey you Calvinist,
Torture them witches until they confess,
I'll start my exorcisms with your blessing,
And we'll burn them after their confession,
Ahh Jamsey king of all the land,
Let's rid ourselves of witches in this heathen land,
I know a woman who sings to the flowers,
I bet she's got evil powers,
I know a family that's free from the pox,
They're all witches I'll put them in the stocks,
Ahh Jamesy your names on the Bible book,
We'll burn them be they laymen or cook,
Ahh Jamesy my lad,
Do not be sad,
But Jamesy my lad ,
Your so so mad.

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tai on 2004-10-25 05:36:43
Re: KING JAMES THE 1ST AND 6TH
Hi Roy I loved the flow of this. I would definitely have been burned if borne at that time. But, they would have to catch me first!

I like it very much, on point that stuck...two lands in the middle.

All the best
Tai

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RODELS BLUES (posted on: 25-10-04)
A BALLAD

I was told I was born in a winter snow storm,
Death facing me before I opened my eyes to see,
My first memory was one of liberty,
Of my toy blue truck carrying me,
Feeling so secure,
No riches had there lure,
School days just a daze,
But I remember my warm safe place,
The people came to me who became my friends you see,
We'd laugh and cry,
Catch frogs and chase the butterfly,
In the river we'd play,
That was so so crazy or so they'd say,
But life wasn't a lie,
I never thought it would die,
Then I was told to love the Christ,
And my sister got little white mice,
Confused in the land of the blues,
Never knew I could ever lose,
Then thirteen came so fast,
No one told me that it wouldn't last,
I tried but I can't get it back,
Guess I just don't have the knack,
Carrying on mile after mile,
Every day losing more and more of my smile
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tai on 2004-10-25 04:56:34
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aww....keep on smiling my friend. A saunter through lifes illusions, but life can be full of surprises too.

All the best

Tai

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Pilgermann on 2004-10-25 08:14:24
Re: RODELS BLUES
Guess, you should have refused the apple. And loved the 'Christ' and 'Mice' rhyme.

Look foward to your regaining much of your smile



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Zydha on 2004-11-18 13:46:10
Re: RODELS BLUES
Definately 'blues' Roy, but I could imagine a rhythm to this, liked a lot of your lines, Zydha

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royrodel on 2004-12-04 21:29:52
Re: RODELS BLUES
Thanx

RODEL

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royrodel on 2004-12-04 21:30:04
Re: RODELS BLUES
Thanx

RODEL

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royrodel on 2004-12-04 21:30:39
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Thanx

RODEL

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royrodel on 2004-12-04 21:31:07
Re: RODELS BLUES
Thanx

RODEL

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MAMMA'S FAVORITE (posted on: 25-10-04)
A BALLAD INSPIRED BY LENNON'S ' WOMAN '

CHORDS EM, G, LOADSA MIDDLE A.

We all wanted to be mamma's favorite,
We just had to go for it,
Looking for her comfort when we cried,
Looking for her comfort when she died,
We all had to fight to be who we are now,
Chasing every image ,breaking every vow,
Do you remember those cold,cold nights?
When we dreamt about reaching those dizzy heights,
Do you remember when we went our separate ways?
Do you remember everything I had to say?

Now that we've moved on,
And we're singing a different song,
Traveling down the dusty road,
Carrying our heavy load,
Not wanting to see what we've seen,
Not wanting to be where we've been,
Still wanting to be mamma's favorite,
We just have to go for it,
We thought pearls and silver could change our mind,
But we're still looking for that thing we thought we could find,
One thing for sure we'll meet the one who will reap,
They'll reap our souls,end our goals,
Then we'll have different roles.

As for now nothings changed,
Our look has just been rearranged,
Listen to our whispering wind,
Share it only with your best friend,
Yesterday,today,tomorrow,
Will we ever forget our sorrow,
We all wanted to be mamma's favorite,
We just had to go for it.
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tai on 2004-10-26 05:56:17
Re: MAMMA'S FAVORITE
A very tuneful song. You do it well.

All the best

Tai

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royrodel on 2004-12-04 21:29:09
Re: MAMMA'S FAVORITE
Thanx

RODEL

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THE POLITICIANS DAUGHTER (posted on: 18-10-04)
Your daddy he's a politician,
And a liar by trade,


Your breath is sweet
Your stare is like two diamonds in the sky,
Your hair shines,
Oh sweet love of mine,
But I don't sense affection,
I can't feel your love,
Your loyalty is not to me,
But to the one your caring off,
Your daddy he's a politician,
And a liar by trade,
He'll teach you how to pick and choose,
And how to make the grade,
He oversees his pawns,
Through the dusk's and the dawns,
Our lives hang on every lie he spawns,
Your sister sees the lies like your mama and yourself,
You've never questioned his authority,
Just because he is in favor of the majority,
And your pleasure knows no limits,
Your can buy what you want,
I know you have honey with every croissant,
But your heart is like an ocean mysterious and dark.
And you voice en captures me like a sweet meadow lark
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tai on 2004-10-22 09:13:59
Re: THE POLITICIANS DAUGHTER
I missed this before Roy but I like it as song/poem very much.

We all have to deal with the cards we are given in life. It's the way we play them that counts.

Tai

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royrodel on 2004-12-04 21:32:04
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Thanx

RODEL

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CHINA (posted on: 18-10-04)
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I traveled to China and no one noticed,
On the journey I started to practice all these mind games with the red and green,
And I started to relish in all the things I thought I'd seen,
All the eyes looked from right to left,
As their hearts went boom boom in their chest,
We were simple men with our chosen goal,
I was just thinking about the situation on the whole,
I looked down at Mother Earth below, all covered in sea,
She had nothing to tell me,
All she said was 'go'.

I saw designer tattoo's on aging flesh,
And an angel like beauty so bold and so fresh,
The captain said'watch out for the sunlight,
It'll come after the darkness,come after the night',
I thought about silver and gold,
And the feelings of people hot and cold,
There was innocence and guilt,
And barriers that had been built,
Lawmakers and lawbreakers,
And a night light that guided the blind,
As I thought of the people I had left behind.

As we were all waiting for something to happen,
I grasped at my wit for something to sharpen,
Like a stationary stone I'd already gathered to much moss,
I was on my way I don't think anyone would feel any great loss,
A tumbling acrobat once said 'keep flexible',
I guess it was his way of being sensible,
My entertainers always played a song for me,
Be it a poet-ed ballad or a sailors jig from the sea .

Here was I, a traveling and a wandering,
On my way to the land of the yang and the ying,
Fruitless well that's maybe,
I had to prove it to myself I had to see,
I was on my mission to forget the past,
I had heard that China was mysterious, precision-ed and vast,
I'd already been down every unchosen street,
I'd already met everyone I'd wanted to meet .

If I had to believe what I was taught at school,
Then surely I could be nobodies fool,
The rhythmic humming from the hidden engine,
Was where we were looking for our savourin',
The tongues wagged but it was something I never understood,
I was just a traveling man whose intentions were good,
I just wanted to introduce myself and tell of my change,
I'd read all the history so mysterious and strange.

I was ready to change my name and nationality,
It could all be done sensibly and diplomatically,
I was invisible now with nothing to conceal,
I had to pinch myself to make sure this was real,
Oh China, forgive me my unworthiness,
But I think we're the same , more or less.
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Macjoyce on 21-03-2008
CHINA
When I was at primary school, the kids used to sing a song about China. It went:

My Mummy, she told me to answer the door
But I didn't want to.
I answered the door, and guess what I saw?
The silly old man from China [bowing gesture]

My Mummy, she told me to give him some bread
But I didn't want to.
I gave him some bread, he cut off his head.
The silly old man from China [bowing gesture]


It was great.


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THE NEXT PRESIDENT (posted on: 18-10-04)
Blusey number, drop D,played to the tune of the Rolling Stones Fancy Man Blues

The governor gave some dude 10 years for possessing a joint,
It was his way of making his point,
And although his mother and sister did cry,
They could not prove that the dude had ever been high,
The governor advertised through every media,
Disturbing our thoughts and causing hysteria,
He thought I should give him my vote,
Just because he wrote a note,
He tried to explain how he represented our banner,
And how I should accept his grace and manner,
He had support from the old and the young,
Who followed his wisdom,followed his tongue,
But if you said 'wait a minute mister I don't know',
'I've seen these clowns before in another traveling show'
He'd think to himself your no good,
Your just like that pot smoking dude,
But relentless for victory,
He'd try for you if he didn't get me,
He paid his clerks and all his support,
To juggle the figures,just enough to keep him out of court,
This is our country,is it full of lies?,
Or are we just ammune to the politicians disguise?

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tai on 2004-10-19 17:49:08
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Well, as long as he does it in the privacy of his own home....who cares? Very nicely done.

Tai....chilled.

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RAPTUROUS MAIDEN (posted on: 18-10-04)
Your beauty is like a rainbow in the morning sky,
I need it every day just to get me by.


Sitting all alone on the edge of the beach,
Every stone I turn is out of reach,
I can feel the murky lights on the highway,
As I look to the sky into the milky way,
Thinking all the time about you,
As I watch the ancient lights all green and blue,
I've lost track of all the good times we had,
I just don't want to remember the times when you were sad,
Every time I need forgiven I come to you,
So forgive me my lover for all the trouble I put you through,
You light up my darkness,
You fill up my hollowness,
I just want you to tempt me,
Like you've always tempted me,
You've always known what I've wanted to see,
I remember when your admirers in their fast cars,
Came to you like falling stars,
I know they just wanted your beauty,
They just had to stop it was their duty,
I doubt if they ever noticed you were laden,
My sweet,sweet rapturous maiden,
Your beauty is like a rainbow in the morning sky,
I need it every day just to get me by.


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tai on 2004-10-20 18:59:26
Re: RAPTUROUS MAIDEN
Very sweet sentimental song lyrics. flowed well too.

Nice Job

Tai

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Kat on 2004-10-20 22:15:07
Re: RAPTUROUS MAIDEN
Enjoyed this song...

Kat πŸ™‚

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eddiesolo on 2004-10-23 07:06:12
Re: RAPTUROUS MAIDEN
Very nice Roy.

Si:-)

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Leila on 2004-11-20 17:17:07
Re: RAPTUROUS MAIDEN
I like the gentle quality of this...Leila

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44,000 (posted on: 11-10-04)
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44,000 desperate men,
44,000 who toiled over and over again,
44,000 predicted deaths,
There were jesters, bakers and burly blacksmiths,
Pack horses and stallions of every breed,
All with one purpose all with one need,
They were all pushed on by the changing season,
Doing their duty, obeying the ancient reason,
Every skill practiced with great precision,
Every outcome affecting the next decision,
44,000 on the move like one organism,
Another chance for the miners to find that endomorphism,
Linked together by fate and tradition,
All with one goal in mind, and with one worldly mission,
Learned astronomers plotting the route,
44,000 gave them their faith without any doubt,
There quest was to seek out fertile ground,
Crossing every valley, climbing every mound,
The migration of the species,
Leaving the dead behind in their forgotten cemeteries,
Capturing every suspicion on their travels,
Turning mistruths into awe inspiring marvels,
Decade after decade the 44,000 did toil,
Seeking out shelter and the sweet productive soil,
Now we are here,
With all their doubt and fear,
Just 44,000 desperate men,
Just 44,000 who toil over and over again.

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WILBUR FRANKLIN (posted on: 11-10-04)
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Wilbur Franklin sat in the comfort of the shade,, He was enjoying all that money that he hadn't yet made, He heard the D.J's beat , It sounded the same to the Japanese,Africans and the French, It didn't inspire any great feat, It was hot and there was no smell, The D.J's sound drowned out the toll of the bell, Wilbur found no comfort in the strangers stare, They couldn't look at each other, they wouldn't dare. The voice from the tannoy made him cringe, As the chosen few were invited to binge, But it was hot and easy, Not like back home where it was cold and breezy, A hundred people had already passed him by, He wondered how many of them were thinking about the ozone hole in the sky, The beat was louder than any human voice, They had to listen they had no choice. Every expression was just the same, No laughter,no cries, just gimme,gimme,gimme, As they looked for someone else to blame, A noble looking dude caught his eye, He looked serene, like he wasn't living the lie, As the dude counted every dollar bill, Pondering on whom he should pay to get his next thrill, Wilbur noticed the all seeing eye, And although he'd seen it a thousand times before, He realized he needed dollar bills just to get him by. The birds were just there to pick up the scraps, All flocked together like well groomed chaps, The temperature hit ninety eight, Wilbur just laughed to himself as he considered his fate, There was a crack in the sky as the lightening hit the highest point, And as the fear built up inside them, The people bowed to the one whom they tried to anoint, The rain had stopped as quickly as it started, But most of the people had already departed, They all followed each other like sheep, Wilbur just wanted to sleep, He changed his posture, As he relished in the freshly God given moisture, There was extremes of every kind, Wilbur Franklin was just hoping it was the ones he wouldn't find.
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tai on 2004-10-14 12:20:38
Re: WIBUR FRANKLIN
A good night out then? strange but good read.

Tai

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royrodel on 2004-10-15 10:33:31
Re: WIBUR FRANKLIN
This actually happened, life is strange.

Thanx

RODEL

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JUST ANOTHER BROKEN HEART (posted on: 08-10-04)
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Ever since that day you left that December day I spend my time,
Meeting strangers I don't know,drinkin' wine, feelin' fine
Watching the sky to find the sign,
Watching the clock hour after hour,
Feeling always like a withered flower.


In the minutes between the hours
I see the shades between the colors,
People standing all around, but I can't care,
All I can think of is you,your my only prayer,
I don't care if they know ,
As I sip my wine long and slow.

I can't stand another love affair,
It's been such a long time since I walked on air,
Your wounds left a scar,
Now I'm left searching for that star,
You knew I couldn't stand us being apart,
But still you sacrificially broke my heart.

Did someone light your fire?
Is it someone you admire?
Was it something that I said?
Was it when I said I wanted to wed,
How I wish I knew,
What am I to do.

On the writing pad before my eyes,
I write about you in disguise,
About the promises you gave
From the grave,
As I sit hear and cry,
And I ask the Gods why oh why.

Ever since that day you left that December day I spend my time,
Meeting strangers I don't know,drinkin' wine, feelin' fine
Watching the sky to find the sign,
Watching the clock hour after hour,
Feeling always like a withered flower.

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ritawrites on 2004-10-08 06:40:48
Re: JUST ANOTHER BROKEN HEART
so incredibly soft and sweet --

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tai on 2004-10-08 09:56:06
Re: JUST ANOTHER BROKEN HEART
Roy a heartrending poem of lost love. She almost sounds like she died, but then if she left, maybe it feels that way. You are quite a sweetie at heart! Beautifully captured pain, packaged, now post it!
Make room for the new and with writing like yours I'm sure it won't be far away.

Love
Tai

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royrodel on 2004-10-08 11:25:59
Re: JUST ANOTHER BROKEN HEART
Thanx

RODEL

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royrodel on 2004-10-08 11:27:04
Re: JUST ANOTHER BROKEN HEART
Thanx,

RODEL

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THE COLD WIND IS GONNA BLOW (posted on: 08-10-04)
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I was walking down the street thinking of what I'd seen,
I met an old friend and asked ' where have you been '?
He said ' I seen a motor boat rider all dressed in blue,
And a woman dressed in black who said how are you,
I saw grey clouds that covered the sky,
And a roller coaster ride that looked so high,
I saw screaming children looking for their mother,
I saw a father dying asking for his brother,
Twenty years had passed since he had grieved for his mother',
And the cold wind is gonna blow.

I said ' I'm sorry to hear about your despair and all',
He said ' listen man that ain't all ,
I heard the bluebirds singing in the sky,
I heard the hungry baby as she cried,
I saw a lake covered in icy water,
I heard a father chastise his only daughter ',
And he said ' you and me we're just the same,
We seek out the hungry and blame the lame,
I've emptied the cigarette ash from the ashtray,
We all see the same blue Milky Way',
And the cold wind is gonna blow.

I said ' so what brings you to this part of town '?
He said ' I've seen many phobias lurking around,
Like the man who was afraid of heights in case he hit the ground,
I saw couples loving each other with all of their might,
I saw families hating and wanting to fight,
I've been 5 thousand miles to hell and back,
And I've laid my hat on many a rack',
And the cold wind is gonna blow.

I kept repeating ' my oh my ',
He said '' I've seen towering buildings that went up to the sky,
I've seen hungry wolves and heard them sigh,
And a spider who cast her web,
And watched the sea flow to the ebb,
I've seen flashing lights that made me blind,
I've met many women with love in mind,
I've heard the silence disrupted by the sound,
I've seen the criminals all crippled and bound,
I've seen the green grass grow,
I've watched the farmers sow,
I know a man who dined alone,
He was in the unforgiven zone ',
And the cold wind is gonna blow.

I said ' so what are you doing now where are you hanging' ?
He said ' I've heard the bangs of fireworks banging,
I've thrown a dime to the musician who was jamming,
I've been served by fools who thought that they were right,
I've drove all day into the night,
I've seen the clowns playing Dolce a Vita,
I've sat in the back row of an empty theater,
I've forgotten the number and asked the operator,
I've dined with politicians and ate alligator',
And the cold wind is gonna blow.

I said ' do you feel hungry do you want to go dining ' ?
He said ' I've seen the lighthouse all bright and shining,
I've watched the gold diggers as they carried on mining,
I've been 30 thousand feet up in the sky,
And I've heard the innocent ask the guilty why? ,
I've struggled on the sidewalk just to get by,
I've been with the disgruntled shopkeeper who offered something for free,
I've asked Mister Reagan can't you see' ?
And the cold wind is gonna blow.

I said ' I've got to be going now I'm glad that your fine ',
He said ' I've seen the blue flashing neon sign,
Asking me to come in and dine,
I've heard the blues played on the guitar but not on the banjo,
I've practiced the scales doh through to doh,
I've seen the ants colonize every disaster,
I've built a wall made of mortar and plaster,
I've seen young English boys acting hard and swearing,
I've seen liberal altruists giving and sharing,
I've walked on sand and pebble beaches,
And heard the know it all as he preaches,
I've seen crowds of all ages pushing in anger,
I've seen poisonous frogs and an angry adder,
I've saw the documentary about Hitler who was mental,
But I've never found that 1 T.V. channel ,
And the cold wind is gonna blow.

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SLEEP (posted on: 08-10-04)
Yawn

Come to me and expire
I'm the one who can dampen your fire
All your anger hurt and pain
will still feel the same
unless you come to me and expire

Don't even try to fight
I'm the only one who can darken the light
You can feel me in every yawn
I wont leave you alone till the dawn
You know you need me
So just close your eyes and let it be

Now your mine all mine
now stand and wait in the dreamers line
You can have a cigar or drive a fast car
be a king or a queen
but just remember I set the scene

Roy Rodel

Copyright ©2001 Roy Rodel

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tai on 2004-10-08 12:44:17
Re: SLEEP
You sexy beast you. This should be in erotica.
Very evocative poem.

Smiling
Tai

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royrodel on 2004-10-08 13:03:45
Re: SLEEP
Thanx,
Your comments leave me all tongue tied and twisted.

RODEL

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Safron on 2004-10-08 13:45:14
Re: SLEEP
royrodel,

Clever and persuasive piece I wish sleep would talk to me that way I agree even slightly hinted in sensuality.


Safron

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royrodel on 2004-10-08 13:58:18
Re: SLEEP
Thanx,
in all honesty I have never regarded this as being sensual, until now and I'd like to thank you and Tai for exposing me to this mind set.

RODEL

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WOMAN (posted on: 04-10-04)
WOMAN

Your golden locks, And summer frocks, Arouse my passions and desire, Your the one,Yes your the one that lights the unforgettable fire, Your sparkling eyes, From your ankles to your thighs. Arouse my passions and desire, Your the one,Yes your the one that lights the unforgettable fire, Your waist, And from your lips, that sweet taste, Arouse my passions and desire, Your the one,Yes your the one that lights the unforgettable fire, Your soft gentle skin, The way your long neck promotes your dimpled chin, Arouse my passions and desire, Your the one,Yes your the one that lights the unforgettable fire, Your round shoulders so gentle to touch, Forgive me if I've said to much, Arouse my passions and desire, Your the one,Yes your the one that lights the unforgettable fire.
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tai on 2004-10-04 12:32:26
Re: WOMAN
Hi Roy, I would have given a 9 for this but the fourth line from the end got to me. Round shoulders, are not what us girls like to have!lol

A lovely read

Tai

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deepoceanfish2 on 2004-10-05 13:07:36
Re: WOMAN
Hi Roy,

Well, this is quite a change from some of your other work I have read and quite refreshing, too. Am I supposing too much to think that you are a lyricist? This is definitely written to be accompanied by music. I found it very tender and especially enjoyed:
Your round shoulders so gentle to touch, Forgive me if I've said to much, Arouse my passions and desire,'

I had no problem with 'round shouldars'...I found it indicative of a woman's curves, rather than a deformity, but that's just my opinion. Nicely done!

Regards,
Adele
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royrodel on 2004-10-05 13:20:56
Re: WOMAN
Thanx,
that line was deliberate.

RODEL

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royrodel on 2004-10-05 13:25:38
Re: WOMAN
Thanx,
Lyricist? Yes been there wore the t-shirt.Almost every thing I write, I have to have a tune for it first.

RODEL

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RODELS REPLY (posted on: 04-10-04)
TO MY CRITICS

I was ready for the next submission,ready for the next debate, I was caught up in someone else's hate, I felt alone, bewildered and persecuted, I thought that I would have been acquitted, While you made up your rules and chose your enemies, Surrounded by your peers and your bullies, You all bathed in the cess pool of spite, Your tunnel vision kept out the light, Your rank,your position,your call, You have no desire to help at all, There'll be no safety as you sing your next psalm, When they drop their dirty bomb, Tell me one thing more, Is it true you beat your fists on the floor? Your trapped in your world of isolation, With your apathy , your guilt and frustration, I opened my door to my enemies, And listened to their horrors and abnormalities, I asked them not to be so obscene, But they tell me to please go hang myself until I turn a bluish green, In your birth, your life and your death, You have chosen the sanity of mad Macbeth, I leave you as we sit under the same sky, This is Rodels reply.
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tai on 2004-10-05 16:58:36
Re: RODELS REPLY
Roy, I meant to post when I rated but somehow I lost the connection, there's always a reason for these things! I was trying to say at the time that I think you are taking things a little too much to heart. Your views were challenged and criticized, that is all. We need this, just imagine if we weren't!!! I know, horrible isn't it. A World of Mediocrity! Yuk.... Now, if I were you, I would respond to comments and do likewise and things will level out.

And I must say, that it iritates the shit out of me when I comment and don't even get a response!

All the best.

Tai

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royrodel on 2004-10-05 20:22:46
Re: RODELS REPLY
Hehehehe,
This was written years ago and it isn't aimed at anyone.If you think it's slightly obscene, well what can I say.It is a bit tongue in cheek you know, but a lot of peeps luv it.

Take it easy ,

RODEL

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tai on 2004-10-06 17:21:00
Re: RODELS REPLY
Roy I am very glad to hear that, you little wind up you!lol Yeah, I've written some bloody humungus replys, but not published!.....I think they help us greatly.rofl

Nice one
Tai.lol

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COME ON HOME (posted on: 04-10-04)
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Devoured by your own conscience,
You think your beyond the horizon of the place where we lived when we were young,
Your cut off by sheer determination,
Do you remember all the mistakes,
Every sound and vision except your own annoys you,
Your safe in the repetitiveness of your actions that make up your dull day,
Do you remember yesterday?
Your singled out, single minded,
In your single breasted suit,
Why don't you grab all your cash and come on home.

There's no catch, no trap,
But the offers real,
You can have corruption and double dealing,
I'll welcome you,
To a life consumed by slow decay,
Anything you want,
Anything you feel,
You'll be home again,
I'll let you have the T.V remote,
And you can become sickened by all this cynicism,
And I'll tell you about my short sharp shock,
On Sundays we can give monies to the church,
Or something,
And it'll all relieve our conscience,
The steps you've taken forward can easily be undone,
Remember when we dreamt of things to come.

How many Saturday mornings have you walked in the city,
And seen the drying puddles of vomit,
And the transvestites on their way home from some broken romance,
With their five o'clock shadow,
And their make up all awkwardly arranged,
Stumbling in their stilettos,
Stupid, stupid, stupid,
Why don't they buy shoes they can walk in,
Your driven by a desire and ambition,
You'll always be unsatisfied,
And that ceaseless city smell,
Why don't you come on home.

You know you've ran your course,
And down this road you've been so many times,
Your teenage dream has become a noble nightmare,
You'll be surrounded by friends,
You can learn to hate the mudanity of the repetitiveness of it all,
Then your apathy can mature like some fine wine,,
You can lose your precious self,
Lose your precious mind,
If you come on home.
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tai on 2004-10-04 04:16:02
Re: COME ON HOME
A son, a daughter or a lover, it matters not who, it's the message that says it all.

Another beauty!

Tai

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bluepootle on 2004-10-04 06:03:52
Re: COME ON HOME
extremely powerful stuff

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royrodel on 2004-10-05 13:18:35
Re: COME ON HOME
Thanx

RODEL

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royrodel on 2004-10-05 13:19:03
Re: COME ON HOME
Thanx

RODEL

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deepoceanfish2 on 2004-10-05 13:37:46
Re: COME ON HOME
Hi Roy,

There are some fine lines in here; this especially stands out:

'Do you remember all the mistakes,
Every sound and vision except your own annoys you, '

Very impacting; hard, descriptive metaphor, like a fist that swings just short of the jaw with a touch of irony and tenderness.

I don't take shots at people's spelling, as I am a horrid speller myself, but will say a second draft with a spell check will do this one wonders, as it is worth it!

Very well done, indeed.

Cheers,
Adele


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royrodel on 2004-10-05 13:55:39
Re: COME ON HOME
Thanx.
It did go through the spell check and it was pointed out that 'dreamt' and 'mundanity' were not recognized, and as there were no alternatives I just left them in.You never know in 20 years or so they may be in the UKA's spell check with alternatives.


RODEL


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woodbine on 2004-10-06 07:36:00
Re: COME ON HOME
Hi Roy,
Very bleak and very moving. The stanza on the TVs is a poem in it's own right, but not often are they on their way home from a broken romance since their
need for romance is largely focused on the woman they create by dressing.

Well worth reading

Regards,

John

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royrodel on 2004-10-06 12:44:47
Re: COME ON HOME
Thanx John,

RODEL.

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WAR (posted on: 01-10-04)
WAR

The oil lamp flickered in the haunting wind,
A young man lies under a fallen tree all sprawled and pinned,
I watch the crows fly over my dead enemy,
But I don't feel any remorse,
Who'd benefit from it anyway,
The loud bangs and the crackling verse,
Are all around me as I cuddle Mother Earth,
The smell of death,
Makes my eyes water with every breath,
I can't see the difference between right and wrong,
Even if my friend Mikey is dead.

I remember how my ma was sure proud of me in my uniform and all,
And how I treated her to a night out at the officers ball,
Left,right,left right all day all night,
The guns never stop as they black out the light,
We're all playing a grown up game,
As I try to tame,
The spirit of disgust in my foe,
I don't see what others see,
I can't hear what others hear,
All I now is that we share the same fear.

I can't remember how I used to be,
All I know is what I see,
Maybe I'd be better off dead,
Knowing I will have to live with this dread,
For eternity,
As I sacrifice my sanity,
For you and your children,
Don't be sorry just to relieve your conscience,
But remember you or your children's children will be next,
I mean what do you expect?
Some one will soon catch a glimpse of my tasteless hell.


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tai on 2004-10-02 05:11:25
Re: WAR
Yep the de-humanising affect of War, upon our children is horrifying. And as you say, it just goes on and on, especially now that the Army are offering 'Student Grants'! We are slowly being 'Americanised'! God help us all!!!!

I think this poem could be tweeked here and there, to make it perfect, but enjoyed anyway!

Tai

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royrodel on 2004-10-06 12:46:00
Re: WAR
Thanx,

RODEL

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LETTER TO JEANETTE (posted on: 01-10-04)
WAR

Jeanette,Jeanette what'll you do,
You smell like roses and fresh air too,
You are my light in the dark,
My walk in the park,
As you fought for your parking space,
I fought for the forgotten race.

As the wind whispers through the trees,
I remember your toes,
I remember your knees,
A bullet flashes and passes me by,
As you sit in the cafe drinking whiskey and rye,
As you fought for your parking space,
I fought for the forgotten race.

I've made friends with a sergeant called Bret,
I keep telling him about you my lovely Jeanette,
As the bombs go off Bret and me hear about another death,
It increases my desire for the taste of your sweet breath,
As you fought for your parking space,
I fought for the forgotten race.

Soon it'll all be over,
Then we'll roll in the clover,
My sweet Jeanette,
Then we'll be able to forget,
My sweet Jea_
_/___

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tai on 2004-10-03 19:05:36
Re: LETTER TO JEANETTE
So you do have a gentle romantic side Roy! For some reason I was a little reluctant to check this out! Glad I did though,aA lovely read mate. Are you, or have you been in the services by chance?

All the best
Tai

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Safron on 2004-10-07 05:22:49
Re: LETTER TO JEANETTE
Ending is effective to this piece. Many Servicemen could relate to your poem. Last thoughts and constant thoughts.
Glad I stopped in too.

Safron

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royrodel on 2004-10-07 15:24:03
Re: LETTER TO JEANETTE
Thanx,

RODEL

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royrodel on 2004-10-07 15:27:55
Re: LETTER TO JEANETTE
Thanx,
Eh no, fortunately I read George Orwell before the buggers got me.

RODEL

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SERGEANT GRAY (posted on: 01-10-04)
WAR

I've been around and fought in many a war,

I've made friends on a foreign shore,

Controlled by fear, controlled by lust,

I've followed the men who can turn Terra to dust,

I've seen every man from the native to the man of

mixed race,

I've heard them silently squeal and seen the fear on

there face,

Come and get me I am sergeant Gray.

I build the machine of war,

I go in and even the score,

But what are you gonna do? There's no where you

can hide,

My generals tell me what to do, we've got God on

our side,

So turn around now and raise your flag of white,

You see the power of my bombs will decide who's

wrong who's right,

Come and get me I am Sergeant Gray.

Fire noise and dust they're the tools of my trade,

And when they run out I've still got my bayoneted

blade,

You can say what you want, but remember we can

turn your night into day,

Just like your enemy did we all do it for our pay,

So just don't try to resist I know you think my way,

Come and get me I am Sergeant Gray.

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tai on 2004-10-01 04:50:15
Re: SERGEANT GRAY
A grey area, covered with panache.

Well presented!

Tai

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royrodel on 2004-10-01 18:29:17
Re: SERGEANT GRAY
Thanx

RODEL

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AN ODE TO THE TYRANTS (posted on: 01-10-04)
For Mr. Bush and Mr. Blair

The war in Iraq never began,
Even after they found the man they call Saddam,
The conflict has never been clear,
They still haven't found the bomb that was nuclear,
Unwanted occupiers in a land full of brave men,
But like Vietnam the orders are the same,
Another disorganized campaign,
That is killing the innocents and making them lame.

Now you talk about Iraqi's and how you want to make them whiter,
But you know you'll never tame the proud strong freedom fighter,
Just because your puppet cut his strings,
You can't put that blame on to the sons of kings,
Even in the dark desert night,
The Iraqi people will find a reason to unite,
So gather all your forces and retreat,
The taste your tasting ain't so sweet.

Your campaign the Iraqi man did foil,
Just turn around now you ain't getting his oil,
Your sending our kids back in bags,
Whilst you leave the Iraqi's in tatters and rags,
How many more families are you prepared to drop,
Now that you've reached the top of the hill and had to stop,
In the violence of the desert storm,
There's no room for your generals,
There's nothing to keep them warm,
We all know you wanted this genocide,
That is one thing you can't hide,
You can stop it for your youngest son,
Even you know this war never begun.
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tai on 2004-10-01 04:46:52
Re: AN ODE TO THE TYRANTS
A huge topic here, tackled straight on. I wonder if they are getting the message yet?

Nice job roy.

Tai

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royrodel on 2004-10-01 18:28:43
Re: AN ODE TO THE TYRANTS
Thanx

RODEL

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maryxmas on 2004-10-30 23:37:01
Re: AN ODE TO THE TYRANTS
What a horrible poem! You never included anything about all the Iraqi people murdered and tortured by their own leader - the people now liberated from their fears by our brave coalition troops. Shame on you!

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royrodel on 2004-11-14 09:54:13
Re: AN ODE TO THE TYRANTS
Our brave coalition troops? Oh you mean the tyrant's pawns.Blair and Bush have broke International Law, and no one can be bothered to do a thing about it.We the so called free west are guilty of this crime, so don't try to justify it with your tit for tat excuses. I don't like it anymore than you do but this is the truth of it.

RODEL

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TINY AND WHITEY (posted on: 24-09-04)
FRIENDSHIP

There was a thumping and a bumping coming from the hall of variety, Tiny was a giant his only friend was Whitey who looked like an albino monkey, They'd met in jail ,where they had shared water and bread that was stale, They believed in their country, God and the state, They believed in democracy and to take what they can before it's to late, Whitey asked Tiny 'are we gonna have some fun'? Tiny answered Whitey' okay as long as we don't need to run', As they approached the hall of variety they heard a tramp snoring, They both burst out laughing,Whitey said' man I hope this ain't gonna be boring', Then a man dressed in black approached the boisterous pair, He said ' do you want something to take away your nightmare'?, As Whitey searched for his Bowie knife, Tiny said ' I ain't got no trouble and I ain't got no wife', Just then the variety hall doors opened wide, And the man in black stepped back into the darkness and began to hide, Whitey just grinned at the doorman from France, He looked at Tiny and said ' come on big fella let's go boogie and dance, The pair bounced over to the cocktail bar with glee, Tiny ordered vodka and Whitey a straight whiskey, Everyone was rocking ,everyone was bopping like nothing could go wrong, Whitey looked kinda dazed as he was hypnotized by Mister Dylan's song, So the friendly pair plucked up their courage, Deep in their minds they knew the next few steps could lead to marriage, So they danced and they danced and they danced and they danced, All the ladies just loved the giant dancing man, And the albino monkey man who kept them entranced, The night went on, Then everyone saw the red brake lights as the D.J. played the lovers song, It was time for forced ejection by the man from France, It was time for sweet rejection from that woman who gave you the last dance, The hall was quick to empty, In the middle of the hustling crowd was Tiny and Whitey, The pair were confident now they had try to fly, Like everyone else who was on their chemical high, The night was dark and there was no animal sounds, There was no sign of animal life, no barking hounds, All the chauffeurs and their taxis were waiting in rank, And all the dancers who needed money to pay them were going to the bank, Some young men were arguing and fighting, There was a roar of thunder followed by a flash of lightening, All the beautiful people with their ugly friends, Looked around them and tried not to pretend, Whitey noticed Felicity he was there in a flash, All that dancing and prancing had given him whiplash, Felicity was a beauty from out of town, Tiny just stood there like some forgotten circus clown, Tiny said 'come on Whitey she ain't your type', But all Whitey saw was a beauty full and ripe, All the ladies started to crowd around Tiny, There was Mary Beth,Lisa, and New Yorks Janey, Eeneie meenie miney mo, Tiny quickly picked his partner he'd never been slow, The night was gone and the drink had wore off, Whitey awoke with a sneeze and a cough, Tiny relaxed with his coffee and all, Thinking about Whitey and the variety hall,
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Zydha on 2004-09-24 07:26:44
Re: TINY AND WHITEY
I like this story put to rhyme, Rodel, and enjoyed it very much, endearing characters.

One little comment, in the second last line, do you think 'Tiny relaxed with his coffee and all' runs off the tongue easier? If nor...ignore me, it was just a thought, Zydha

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royrodel on 2004-09-24 21:43:22
Re: TINY AND WHITEY
Sorted,
Yes I do think it makes the line easier.

Thanx

RODEL

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THE HALL OF CLOWNS (posted on: 24-09-04)
Play it until your fingers bleed.

The festival was over and the lights were turned down dim,
I looked for my lover but I guessed she'd be with him,
The barriers had been lifted and the ferris wheel shut down,
The showmen were packing,some had already left town,
I was standing in the entrance to the hall of clowns.

Coco the oldest had already started on his beer,
He said ' come in young man I'll help you drown your fear',
I heard the lions roar as they settled for the night,
He said again ' come over have a drink with me and things will be alright ',
I made my way past the costumes and the gowns,
I was standing in the entrance to the hall of clowns.

After two or three German beers,the cards finally came out,
He said to me ' Roy are you a gambling man ',
I said ' I've got no money,I've just got a losing hand ,
I've only got my fear of sinking in the quick sand,
And my memories of the time I was chased by blood hounds,
I was standing in the entrance to the hall of clowns.

The acrobats and jugglers started to argue in the night,
After much disagreement they all started to fight,
The tiny man bit the tall mans ear,
All this commotion was over a bottle of ice cool beer,
After it was over Coco began to frown,
I was standing in the entrance to the hall of clowns.

chords D Em G

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Emerald on 2004-09-24 04:09:59
Re: THE HALL OF CLOWNS
Could hear the tune to this - I liked

Emma

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Zydha on 2004-09-24 07:17:40
Re: THE HALL OF CLOWNS
Life can be a circus, Rodel, I agree with Emma, there is a song in there, Zydha

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tai on 2004-09-24 09:41:37
Re: THE HALL OF CLOWNS
I really enjoyed this Roy, tunefully implimented. Like my hubby always used to say, 'always have the exit covered'!

Great poem

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ritawrites on 2004-09-24 16:56:21
Re: THE HALL OF CLOWNS
great read --

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royrodel on 2004-09-24 21:58:47
Re: THE HALL OF CLOWNS
Thanx

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royrodel on 2004-09-24 21:59:05
Re: THE HALL OF CLOWNS
Thanx

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royrodel on 2004-09-24 21:59:34
Re: THE HALL OF CLOWNS
Thanx

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royrodel on 2004-09-24 22:00:18
Re: THE HALL OF CLOWNS
Thanx

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royrodel on 2004-09-24 22:00:57
Re: THE HALL OF CLOWNS
Thanx

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mynci on 2004-09-28 04:14:11
Re: THE HALL OF CLOWNS
liked it roy,
like the way it tells a story. It reminded me of my poem brown brother, don't know if you read it, in that it tells a story. I have a soft spot for that sort of poem.
Nice one.!!
Mynci

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royrodel on 2004-09-28 14:44:49
Re: THE HALL OF CLOWNS
Thanx

RODEL

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deepoceanfish2 on 2004-09-29 17:45:20
Re: THE HALL OF CLOWNS
Roy,

A dark comedy, this. I couldn't help but think of Procul Harem; The Hotel California. πŸ˜€

Nicely done, this and defintely deserves a toon....but even without, a fine read.

Cheers,
Adele

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royrodel on 2004-09-30 12:49:47
Re: THE HALL OF CLOWNS
Thanx,

RODEL

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ROCKY (posted on: 24-09-04)
DEDICATED TO A MAN I ONCE MET

I boarded the seven twenty bus,
The coach driver made a rabble and a fuss,
He shook my hand and smiled with glee,
His name was Rocky he was pleased to see me,
I asked him what he did for fun,
He said he played music and gave money to the nun,
He had learned to play the tuba,
Somewhere down in Cuba,
I asked how was old Fidel Castro,
He said look man that was long ago,
I could hear the fear in his voice,
He was in America now he had no choice,
I mean to be a communist here,
If these were his politics, this wasn't the place to be sincere.

Rocky drove his bus with pride,
He was convinced that the law was on his side,
He kept asking if everything was fine,
And questioned if I would sufficiently dine,
His brown eyes sparkled with sincerity,
From his black face so pure and ebony,
He took every care to treat everyone the same,
And when the bus was full he remembered everyones name,
This man was a genius, a God send,
He was at everyones call, he was everyones friend.

When the lights were at red,
He told us of the woman he had wed,
And when driving mile after mile,
How he longed for her sweet,sweet smile,
He mentioned his sixteen year old son,
And of how every base he had won,
I could listen to this man forever, I was having fun,
He got me safely to my destination,
He said ' Roy man thanks for the memory of my old nation,
You take care now and have a great day ',
I said 'I'll do that Rocky,but I wish I could stay'.

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ritawrites on 2004-09-24 16:56:06
Re: ROCKY
loved this --

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royrodel on 2004-09-24 21:28:41
Re: ROCKY
Thanx

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deepoceanfish2 on 2004-09-24 21:42:42
Re: ROCKY
royrodel,

Interesting take on the many-faceted image of the American collage! A good read.

Cheers,
Adele πŸ™‚

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royrodel on 2004-09-24 21:58:10
Re: ROCKY
Thanx

RODEL

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Kat on 2004-09-25 06:10:13
Re: ROCKY
Enjoyed this!

Kat πŸ™‚

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royrodel on 2004-09-25 21:32:42
Re: ROCKY
Thanx

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eddiesolo on 2004-09-26 06:50:11
Re: ROCKY
Enjoyed this piece.

All the best.

Si:-)

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royrodel on 2004-09-27 04:57:47
Re: ROCKY
Thanx,

RODEL


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tai on 2004-09-28 04:31:03
Re: ROCKY
Enjoyed the rhythm and style, and the message within.

Tai

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royrodel on 2004-09-28 16:15:26
Re: ROCKY
Thanx

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Dargo77 on 2004-09-28 16:57:35
Re: ROCKY
Very enjoyable read.
Dargo

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royrodel on 2004-09-28 17:01:56
Re: ROCKY
Thanx

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SON OF A BITCH (posted on: 20-09-04)
IT AIN'T SO OUTRAGEOUS

You fester in your arrogance,
As you plan your plans and schemes,
You keep your fond desires, secret,
Enough about you.,
Well what did you expect?
Sympathy ?
Did your mama love ya ?
Don't .

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tai on 2004-09-24 16:43:28
Re: SON OF A BITCH
haven't got a clue who you are ranting about here, but it is clear you don't like them!lol If that is the object of this poem then you succeed! Otherwise, I've seen much more sensative work of yours and will continue to look for more.

Tai

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royrodel on 2004-09-27 18:18:37
Re: SON OF A BITCH
Thanx

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deepoceanfish2 on 2004-09-27 18:28:08
Re: SON OF A BITCH
Roy,

I would have to read some of your other work to make any type of comparison here. I will say that as a sample of 'alternative' poetry, this has a strong opening. Your first line is tight and smooth...

'You fester in your arrogance,
As you plan your plans and schemes'

I don't get the feeling that you wanted this to go any further; that you were content with a punch and to leave it at that and this is your choice.

I will say that I think you could take it further. It's brutal and angry and has a message, which could really appeal to more readers if it were fleshed out, but that is just my opinion.

A provocative read.

Cheers,
Adele πŸ™‚

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royrodel on 2004-09-28 16:11:42
Re: SON OF A BITCH
Yes Adele it was deliberate, I did try to de-personalize this one.It was written about an M.P. that I once observed as we traveled on the same train.

RODEL

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UGLY HERO (posted on: 20-09-04)
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Egos have their time and place,
Manufactured lisps,
And pride,
Don't let boredom bore you,
Demand a demonstration, from yourself,
You owe it to yourself, just for thinking,
Whispering voices conceal their guilt,
Trying to blame the starry eyed youth,
Some people wear better than others,
Just look around yourself,
Be your own ugly hero.

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Zydha on 2004-09-20 18:23:31
Re: UGLY HERO
Is this another way of saying 'believe in yourself' Roy, I wonder, but an original approach.

I like this, but I hate being first to reply, Zydha

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royrodel on 2004-09-20 18:32:35
Re: UGLY HERO
Yes very much so , it's an attack on apathy

Thanx,

RODEL

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tai on 2004-09-20 18:47:48
Re: UGLY HERO
I like this one the best roy!

Very well executed!

Tai

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royrodel on 2004-09-20 19:00:28
Re: UGLY HERO
Thank you very much,

RODEL

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JULIET (posted on: 20-09-04)
Cause and effect

He married Juliet on the fourth day of December,
By the Spring she was gone,
He grew facial hair,
And just moved on,
He ended up where the tide ebbs and flows,
He met a young captain who was so full of pride,
The captain said, "Are you lookin' for some hot easy times ?"
He said, "I got no money."
Captain said, "That ain't what I asked."
He woke to the sound of seagulls,
Then he hears "Pardon, monsieur,"
Temperance, temperance, the preacher preached,
He watched the the circling skies,
Time flashed by,
Commissioned by fate,
He made his way to a new border,
And thought to himself again,
Every day will be a holiday.

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DOG (posted on: 20-09-04)
DOGS

Harmlessly pissing on every lamp post,

Smelling every smell in the air,

Just in case there may be dogs about,

Exited,

Things are not what they seem.

Shitting on grass, concrete and sand,

You don't have a thumb,

That's why it ain't called a hand,

You know your the lucky one,

Homosapiens die because of you,

You furry dumb animal,

Yeah you.

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ritawrites on 2004-09-21 06:46:23
Re: DOG
BRILLIANT!!!

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royrodel on 2004-09-21 10:53:43
Re: DOG
Thanx

Rodel

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Gerry on 2004-09-22 07:35:08
Re: DOG
Well, that was more provocative than my little post.
But I won't react--cos we are not supposed to. lol.

G.

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royrodel on 2004-09-22 13:26:02
Re: DOG
Cheers G.

RODEL

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THE AWAKENING (posted on: 17-09-04)
THE AWAKENING

Working on my thesis I considered an early grave,
And of all the people I knew the lonely and the not so brave,
I cringed at the memory of all that hocus pocus,
In fact I forgot about it in disgust,
The do's and the dont's,
Their nightmare that they tried to unfold in front of me,
About my angers and my lusts.

Every where I looked I seen someone else's thought,
Cleverly disguised trying to tell me what is and what is not,
Proportionally distributed on every cobbled street,
The taste of their bitter lies was not so sweet,
Every day the same old story,
Desiring my praise and all the glory.

They try to worm their way in to my brain,
So nothing of me will ever remain,
Subjugating my ancient loyalties,
They will never admit that their my adversaries,
Cornered, watched and surrounded,
Claustrophobic,agoraphobic,insane and dumbfounded.

In my past I have my thoughts of being me,
And in these times my thoughts were free,
In a time when when men were different from each other,
When I could deny or accept the thoughts of my brother,
I could travel by bus, car or train,
I could tell the difference between pleasure and pain.

It all started when they invented their taxes,
So they could buy more bows, arrows, spears and axes,
And when the war was won with their exploding bomb,
They honored the men they had slaughtered in the monolithed tomb,
They replayed the horrors of the war through every available media year after year,
Until death and destruction became normal and we were full of fear,
And although the war has along time ceased ,
Our taxes have forever increased.

As I sit in the comfort of my armchair,
I come to the conclusion that life is not fair,
As they broadcast their message through Logie Bairds and Marconis invention,
Everyday the message becoming more sensational just to grab my attention,
They tell me about foreign troubles and how their running out of supplies,
To cloak the truth and keep them in disguise,
Where does my freedom go from here?
If I let the worm in, will my thoughts disappear?

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Elfstone on 2004-09-18 17:06:52
Re: THE AWAKENING
This is a dense and interesting poem royrodel. It is full of thought provoking ideas. May I make what I hope you will see as a constructive suggestion? I think it needs "tightening up"; some of the lines are too long and the rhyming scheme, which works well every where else, doesn't quite work in the first verse. Elfstone.

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royrodel on 2004-09-20 16:39:55
Re: THE AWAKENING
Thanx Elfstone,
if I may be so bold and if you have the time could you please demonstrate by re-writing it. Please do not feel obliged but I would be most greatful.

Thanx again.

RODEL

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Elfstone on 2004-09-21 16:57:39
Re: THE AWAKENING
I'll have a go Royrodel, but I can't say when I'll get it done. It's a long poem with a lot in it and working on someone else's poetry is a big responsibility.

I'll get back to you. Elfstone.

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royrodel on 2004-09-21 20:23:46
Re: THE AWAKENING
Thankyou very,very much.

RODEL

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Elfstone on 2004-09-23 17:30:07
Re: THE AWAKENING
Royrodel I have managed to do something with verses 1, 2 and 5. Rather than have you wait any longer I thought I'd post these three and they may give you ideas of what you yourself can do with this poem.
I think they read better - more smoothly - and the Rhythm/Rhyme scheme works better. My fear is that I have altered too much the sense of what you were saying. In the end it is your poem and it has to be the way you want it; it has to say what you want it to say, so take these suggestions on board or ditch them as you please. Elfstone.

1.
Working on my thesis I considered an early grave,
The people I knew, the lonely and all the not so brave,
I cringed at the memory of all that hocus pocus,
Eventually the do's and the dont's drifted out of focus
The nightmare they presented was forgotten in disgust
And all they tried to tell me about my angers and my lusts.

2.
Every where I looked I saw someone else's thought,
Disguised and trying to tell me what is and what is not,
Proportionally distributed on every cobbled street,
The taste of their bitter lies was certainly not sweet,
Every day they forced on me the same old story,
Clearly all they wanted was my praise and all the glory.

5.
The problems started shortly after they invented taxes,
So they could buy more bows, arrows, canon balls and axes,
And when the war was won with their mushroom-headed bomb,
They honoured men they’d slaughtered in the colonnaded tomb,
Replaying the horrors of the war to us year after year,
Till death and destruction became the norm and we were full of fear.


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WHO (posted on: 17-09-04)
WHO

Who is in their lonely self, who hasn't taken a legal barbiturate?
Who snarls at forgiveness before it's to late?
Who by their mere being is angry?
Who satisfies their greed, and forgets about the hungry ?
Who shall I say it was?
And when you interrogate me will I say just because?
You in the solitude of your mind, what did you expect to find,
And by who's command, made this your land?
Who regains moral command?
Who in power, divides out these grains of sand?
So who are you?
So on this new day how many shall pass away ?
How many shall be born?
Who shall laugh and ,who shall cry?
Who shall live,who shall die?
Who shall attain rightenous?
I mean you look for an answer?
And who shall not attain it ?
I forgive you even if your God doesn't, so forget it,
So you think you shall perish by fire,
Jesus was just a man surrounded by a thief and a liar,
Take up the sword,
Don't be fooled by the word,
Oh the beast, this beast, who is this beast?
Didn't your God say wine,dine and feast,
Do you hunger, and do you thirst ?
Your not the last and your not the first,
Do you feel disowned?
Why? You were never stoned,
You can rest and you can awake,
You know there's very little chance of you being burned at the stake,
Who shall be happy and who shall be sad?
Who shall be sane and who shall be mad?
Who shall become rich and who shall be poor?
Who shall be exalted and who shall be bought low?
Your greed, Your hunger,Your calling,
Your the one that's falling."


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chrissy on 2004-09-19 04:25:19
Re: WHO
A little too didactic for my taste but some good use of language and expresses views strongly and without compromise.
Particularly liked "Jesus was just a man surrounded by a thief and a liar," though others might find that mildly offensive.
Just three little points: line16 "rightenous" did you mean righteousness
line 35 '"bought" low' did you mean "brought" and in the last line, line 37, perhaps "Your" might be better as "You're" or even "You are".
Just my thoughts.
Good work.
chrissy


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Zydha on 2004-09-19 05:17:22
Re: WHO
Hy, Chrissy has already picked up on some of the points I may have raised, so...just one more, this is an interesting, questioning concept, with good point made, but a little too long to have the punch...oomph...it might have had if tightened up a little.

Some of your rhyming lines are excellent, but 'could' benefit from a little editation, but I liked it, Zydha

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royrodel on 2004-09-19 10:30:12
Re: WHO
Thanx

RODEL

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royrodel on 2004-09-19 10:30:50
Re: WHO
Thanx

RODEL

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HOW IT'S ALWAYS BEEN (posted on: 17-09-04)
FALSE GUILT

Time goes on,
It goes beyond you
And you are not me
As I watch time pass by
I 'm sure I heard you sigh
No , no, forget that last comment
After all I don't really want to repent
I'm not within reach
But I can still hear your last speech
I'm lost between the light and dark

You left your name, you left your mark
I'm trying to keep up with you
And I don't know if it's something I want to do
Oh no I've ruined everything
You know I've never heard you sing
I thought that I heard you laughing
Was the joke on me
If it was then love sure is blind because I can't see

Every moment ,Of every waking hour
I'm waiting for my demons to come and devour
As I try to solve this puzzle all in all it's just a guess
Who am I to turn to when I fall to my knees and confess
I'm always watching for you
Are you really there
It's all some game, it's so unfair
No , no, forget that last comment
After all I don't really want to repent

Okay no one wins
You ask me to repent, but what are my sins
Two bullets decided the last century
Can't you just let it be
You want me to fall to my knees

Me out of everyone who's traveled the 7 seas
Your just a fantasy let me be

Ha ha ha hee hee hee
No , no, forget that last comment
After all I don't really want to repent

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THE DEVIL AND ME (posted on: 17-09-04)
THE DEVIL AND ME

I was racing with the devil because he'd taken a liking for me,
There was all this logic and all this insanity,
He said 'look around you boy',
Seek out your game and find your toy,
He said 'you and me can't die,
So pick your poison pick your high'.

'You wanna slow it down' he said,
Red,white,black,yellow and brown,
They've all laid in there bed,
He asked me to help him out,
I said 'what are you talking about'
Your the devil after all,
Don't you make the call.

I said 'you want me to pick my poison',
Pick my high to get my thrill,
'Come on' you said to me
Take a red blue or purple pill,
To get my high to get my thrill.

He laughed and said 'yeah',
Forget what I had to say,
I'm the devil after all,
Yeah thats right,
I'm the one who made you fall.

I said 'Look Lucifer'
We've been looking for you from the watch tower,
and searched for you in the radar,
You've been here all along,
But you can't kill the poet as he writes down his song,
Eden was here yesterday,
So what you gonna say,
We've become the same song,
We know whats right,we know whats wrong.

Satan said 'adore me,set me free',
I've been good to you my son set me free,
Count your blessings day by day,
Forget confession,forget to pray.

'See yourself in the mirror boy' he said to me,
I said 'I've been there before boy'
I've been on the run,
I've looked for fun,
You ain't got nothing I want,
I've got everything I need,
So stamp your feet and come to me,
I can ease your sanity.

Satan cried and cried,
I said ' I forgive you my son',
But hey you,
You've got some thing to do,
Before you sleep,
Before you die in comfort,
Long,long before you sleep.

You have left every man behind a sad man,
Behind a bad man,
Don't give up your desire Satan,
Choose your attitude,
Help the bad man,help the sad man,
You see that woman I helped the other day,
So come on Satan tell your God,
To help her in her dismay.

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Zydha on 2004-09-19 05:43:15
Re: THE DEVIL AND ME
I have read this more than once and it benefits from being read so, and, I and hear it as a song...there is a definate beat in your words beyond the cadence of poetry.

Like how you have made the point here, the temptation and then the turnaround, Zydha

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royrodel on 2004-09-19 10:28:45
Re: THE DEVIL AND ME
Thanx

RODEL

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NO ONE REALLY CARES (posted on: 13-09-04)
POEM

So we blame this thing called Satan,
For our evil deeds,
But it doesn't matter what we do,
As long as it fills our needs,
We get a chance every Sunday between 9 and 12,
To wipe it all out,
And start again,
Repent to satisfy your conscience,
More dirty deeds no one really cares,
Mother Earth is dying,
I can't hear you crying,
But I can hear you sighing for more,
What we do is what we do,
As long as our family is safe,
Nothing else matters,
We are spineless specimens,
Sucked into our own delight,
So you fall to your knees,
So what?
More is all you need ,
As you suck on natures milk,
You tell yourself,
You did your best,
You think your good,
As you burn in your living hell,
You've done your best,
As you live in your living hell,
You support your culture from the heart,
Forever trusting who you are,
You won't open your mind for a different view,
You never cared for what they do,
Never cared for what they knew,
So you can watch your mother die,
Watch your father die,
You take no chances,
Where do you take this pain of yours?
You hate it so you don't care,
You don't want it,
But it's there,
Your stained by your own dirt,
That's why you don't care,
Squashed into your life,
You don't need the trouble,
Don't need the truth.

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GENTLEMENS DESIRES (posted on: 13-09-04)
ADVICE

On Capitol Hill, there are businessmen,
And businesswomen as well son ,
But the Rothschild's that live in the Beverly Hills,
They have the same desires as us all son.

Their father's are the directors ,
And can afford to give money to them all son ,
To honest men, he'll tease with his coins ,
Be it in dollars, pounds or yen son..

There's one they call Eve, who wears her heart on her sleeve,
A beauty from the East she is son,
But for sense and good taste she'll dine with the best,
With a conduct that hypnotizes us all son.

The charms of women and the longer they glow,
The more admiration they draw son,
While peaches and cherries, and roses and lilies,
They fade and wither away son,

If your drawn to Eve , I’ll advise you as a friend,
There’s competition from your fellow man , your not in a league of your own son,
The Presidents son would sell his position and all,
If that would draw her eyes to him son .

The rock star with his guitar has been trying this far ,
For a year or two in vain son
And the self made millionaire with his yachts and jets,
He never had a snowballs chance in hell son.

Then there is Hilary a beauty pure and sweet,
No gentler a lady have I ever seen son ,
So perfect and complete, so mysterious and discrete ,
She steals our hearts away with every breath son.

If I had to pick and choose , I’d be the one to lose ,
I’ve struggled with my conscience for so long son ,
The blame would be mine if she didn’t shine ,
I could never pick the sweetest and best of them all son .

I desire them all , the short and the tall ,
But in my pockets there’s only cents and dimes son ,
Alas for my poems and rhymes and the thoughts of wedding bell chimes ,
This wont impress them at all son.

Yet given the chance for sweet romance ,
My desires would never let me say no son
For though I be poor, unnoticed, and obscure,
My natures as proud as them all son.

Although I can’t ride in a limousine with pride,
Or fly in a jet like the crows over the hills son,
I can hold my head up with the richest of the rich,
We are all just men after all son.

My coats and jackets are Italian made ,
I have two pairs of good pants that belong to me son,
My designer labels are few and far between ,
But the quality is second to none son.

My shirts are well starched, and my new ones are quickly dispatched,
They are as white as the pure driven snow son,
With my pork pie hat and cologne that was worn by the followers of Ar hat,
There isn’t many poets as handsome son.

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WAR AND WAR AGAIN (posted on: 13-09-04)
JUST A WORD FROM MY MOUTH.

Nobody ever seems to want to listen,
They put a gun in our son's hands,
And we repeat the genocide that was on the news last week,
This is the way they want it,
This is the way they get it,
Just think about all the hate we're breeding,
So you don't want to go there,
Just think about the fear that your feeding,
Where did that come from?
Who's leading the life your leading?
So it works,
So what,
Your hands are tied,
As millions die from genocide,
Was there a conscience moment there for you?
Brainwashed with your foolish pride,
In the name of God and someone else's human rights,
In war you die,
It stains your bloody hands don't you try to deny,
What you feel now?
What you feel now?

You buried the man,
You wore a black armband,
Are you just dead now?
Peace, what is peace,
If we had peace, how could you get your release?
You have memories of someone else's propaganda,
They shot Kennedy,
They shot Kennedy,
They shot Kennedy,
So what,
They'll tell you what is and what's not,
Death to freedom in Vietnam,
That was the call,
The Whitehouse shines,
But it's core is rotten,
You can't trust freedom,
When it's not in your hands,
We're just desperate men,
On our desperate plight,
Everybody's fighting,
Who is wrong, who is right?

War and war again,
Who makes profit from this thing we pretend to abhor?
They sell our kids for a dime or two,
But they wont sell me ,they wont sell you,
All in the name of that thing called liberty,
Don't doubt the reaper,
He's always by your side,
Ask yourself who's shoes are they filling?
Who's blood are they spilling?
Who's world are we killing,
Just a shattered life for your son,
Will he, wont he recognize you on his return?
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tai on 2004-09-13 11:46:00
Re: WAR AND WAR AGAIN
Very good definition of the apathy in our Society, who I presume 'you' refers to.

Enjoyed this.

Tai

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royrodel on 2004-09-13 13:46:52
Re: WAR AND WAR AGAIN
Thanx

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eddiesolo on 2004-09-13 13:50:19
Re: WAR AND WAR AGAIN
Liked this.

Si:-)

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royrodel on 2004-09-13 14:04:16
Re: WAR AND WAR AGAIN
thanx

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THE POSTER (posted on: 13-09-04)
THE POSTER


The party's propaganda machine was alive again,
It had produced a poster that explained the pain,
It had no caption, not one word,
Something they thought was wonderful even if absurd,
It represented simply the monstrous figure of a soldier,
A wreckless, unforgiving faceless bombardier,
It was four yards wide and three yards high,
It was big, that's something no one could deny,
He was striding forward with an expressionless face,
Threatening your culture, threatening your race,
He wore enormous boots, a submachine gun pointed from his hip.
The weapon controlled by the strength of his grip,
From where ever you looked at the poster,
The muzzle of the gun, magnified by the foreshortening, hanging free without a holster,
It seemed to be pointed straight at you.
It was as frightening as a real military coo,
The poster had been plastered on every blank space on every wall,
On every school and every Church hall.

It was targeted at people who were normally apathetic about the war,
It was created to produce hate,it was something to abhor,
The people were being lashed into one of their periodical frenzies of patriotism,
In the air was the smell of ultra nationalism,
This was to harmonize with the general mood,
It was well known and understood,
The enemy bombs had been killing larger numbers of people than usual,
Or so they were told by the party's audio and visual,
One fell on a crowded hospital, burying several hundred victims among the ruins.
Releasing all its fire and skin eating toxins,
Another bomb fell on a playground,
Another horrible sight, another horrible sound,
Their leaders were burned in effigy,
Like a drug it gave the people tranquility,
Hundreds of copies of the poster of the soldier were torn down and added to the flame,
Revenge was on their minds they needed someone to blame,
Shops were looted in the turmoil ,
In the frenzy their blood began to boil,
A rumor flew round that spies were directing the bombs by means of wireless waves,
Putting them and their children in an early grave,
A backward old man was suspected of being of foreign extraction.
Had his house set on fire and perished of suffocation.
A whole neighborhood had already turned out for a funeral ,
Very few last respects, this was a patriotic burial,
This was in effect an indignation meeting.
The party had won with the posters they were posting,
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POETS BLUES (posted on: 10-09-04)
PLAY IT 'TILL YOUR FINGERS BLEED

I woke up in the alley, The world was spinning around, I woke up in the alley, The world was spinning around, Being blinded by all the bright colors, And hating every sound, I was standing at the crossroads, Thinking about these poems and odes, I was standing at the crossroads, Thinking about these poems and odes, My head was numb, And my heart was on the run, I had an idea, Then it left me in a flash, I had an idea, Then it left me in a flash, Don't think I can think anymore, I can't even find the key to my door, I listen to the wireless, I can't understand the music, the best I can do is guess, I listen to the wireless, I can't understand the music, the best I can do is guess, I'm on a low and I can't find the way back, No time to settle down ,no time to stop and unpack, I've got holes in my crocodile shoes, I've got the poets blues, I've got holes in my crocodile shoes, I've got the poets blues.
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Skeeter on 2004-09-10 10:29:08
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sounds like a bit of a rough time there roy! this has a nice bluesy rhythm to it, I can imagine it as a song, I could hum along to it. Hope you're OK now!

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royrodel on 2004-09-11 08:02:51
Re: POETS BLUES
Thanx

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Zydha on 2004-09-20 18:40:51
Re: POETS BLUES
I have been working my way through quite a lot of your work, Roy, and this is about the least bleak one so far. Hope the sun comes out soon.

This has the makings of blues or country, but definately good lyric material, I enjoyed my marathon read, Zydha

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royrodel on 2004-09-20 18:57:06
Re: POETS BLUES
Hopefully Tiny and Whitey, or Rocky will change that.I wrote this after listening to Blind Willy McTell.

Thanx

RODEL

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Zydha on 2004-09-20 19:03:01
Re: POETS BLUES
OK....where do I find them...I haven't read EVERY one of your poems yet! lol.

Can't see them as titles, or are they still to come, Zydha

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royrodel on 2004-09-20 19:08:20
Re: POETS BLUES
Yes they're 2 of my next posts, sorry.

RODEL

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WILLY JOHNSTONE (posted on: 10-09-04)
DEDICATED TO ALL THE PEOPLE WHO BATTLED AGAINST ILLNESS IN THE 18TH AND 19TH CENTURIES

Ma name is Willy Johnstone ah work in Edinburra Toon, I've seen every deed bodey fae an auld man tae a young loon, Ma names Willy Johnstone whit dae a dae, I clean up bits ae deed bodies tae make ma, pay I work for docktur sometimes I forget his name Cause that auld auld man he must be so insane, Cause see ma jobe is, Ma job is whoever you may be Ma jobe is tae clean up these bits ae bodey's, I work in a surgeree in Edinburra Toon, it disnae metter if yer an auld grawn man or if yer one young wee loon, Cause I've picked up yer erm when the auld dockturs cut off yer baws I've mopped up yer sperm, And believe me when he cuts off yer heed I pray tae the lord in heaven I hope yer deed, I've seen mens hearts I've heard deed men fart, it's wierd, But I just goin efter it's aw done, An see when that dockturs feenished naebody will ever walk again naebody will ever run, I donno where ae gets thum cause it'll no be mine ,Cause ah dinnae want that auld mad docktur tae pull oot, tae pull oot ma spine ,cause its mine, But as days go buy and they gae me ma piy, I try to keep oot ae that auld madmans wiy, Ma name is Willy Johnstone, Johnstone wi an e, Lord help that auld mad docktur and lord help me, I jist dae whit am telt cause if a dinnae he'll hit me so hard wae his belt I'll greet, He'll hit me oan the heed he'll hit me oan the feet, So aw the guts an aw the inside ae aw these folk they lie aw aboot, fae the thin tae the stoot, My name is Willy Johnstone don't you forget ma name, Cause I am the man that had to go insane for you, Wi' the mad docktur an awe, Don't you forget.
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zenbuddhist on 2004-09-10 07:14:02
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christ and i thought Willy played fitba!........is this a poem?......maybe it is ...I dinnae ken me ah write stories!....but ah`ll meey ye in 'the burke `n hare'....ye can tell me aw aboot it!

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royrodel on 2004-09-10 07:25:46
Re: WILLY JOHNSTONE
Hee hee hee , how do you know,Who are you?

RODEL

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maryxmas on 2004-09-12 17:02:47
Re: WILLY JOHNSTONE
Hi Roy,
This didn't really do it for me, now I know how dyslexic people feel trying to read plain English, and I can sympathise with them.

Linda XX

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maryxmas on 2004-09-12 17:06:19
Re: WILLY JOHNSTONE
p.s. I can understand where it's coming from and you obviously wanted it to read authentically, but I think it would have worked better written in plain English,
Linda

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royrodel on 2004-09-12 19:29:13
Re: WILLY JOHNSTONE
Try telling that to it's producers.

RODEL

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royrodel on 2004-09-12 19:32:18
Re: WILLY JOHNSTONE
Thanx for your comments,
it sounds better when being performed live.

Cheers me dears.

RODEL

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Zydha on 2004-09-21 18:30:32
Re: WILLY JOHNSTONE
Hahaha...ditto Zenbuddist's comments, he beat me on both accounts. I saw this title when I read some of your work earlier and assumed it was a football poem AND was now about to make reference to The Burke and Haire!!!

Well, as one who enjoys The Great Bard himself, Rabbie Burns, I did enjoy this read, Rodel...I thank you for pointing me towards it. Well done, I take it that you were credited with it, or wonder, did you perform this fabulous piece. Zydha

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royrodel on 2004-09-21 20:22:15
Re: WILLY JOHNSTONE
I only performed it this year, yes the luvvies that ran The Body Snatchers used at the front of their Burke and Hare show,but alas I didn't get the lime light for its performance.Glad you enjoyed it.

RODEL

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1 in 12 (posted on: 10-09-04)
1 in 12

Your mongoloid face,
Your twisted brain,
Your race is named after John Langdon Down,
Just because you've got extra material from chromosome number 21,
I still want you,
Will you ever understand,
You were a 1 in 12,
My sweet 1 in 12,
Let's go paddle in the ocean.

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niki on 2004-09-10 19:02:28
Re: 1 in 12
downes syndrome, right? a very poignant piece thats left me a little caved in - may i ask what made you write it?

niki x

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royrodel on 2004-09-11 08:01:11
Re: 1 in 12
why not? what are you afraid of.

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royrodel on 2004-09-11 14:45:49
Re: 1 in 12
From the lateness off your reply I take it that you don't want to leave your comfort zone. If you are going to question my work in future atleast have the decency to reply and if you don't intend to reply then fade away.

RODEL

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niki on 2004-09-12 19:08:33
Re: 1 in 12
i appear to have hit a nerve. my apologies for asking something inappropriate that wasnt my intention. i have been away for the past few days actually so no offence intended either by replying late. vote still stands though for your poem. perhaps i will stay away and your work can remain comment and vote-less.

niki

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royrodel on 2004-09-12 19:36:01
Re: 1 in 12
Apologies for being so rude, I am a right crabbit bastard some times.Hope you enjoyed your time away.

You take care now ,

RODEL

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niki on 2004-09-13 15:31:50
Re: 1 in 12
no need to apologise πŸ™‚ it was indeed a very passionate piece that i probably have more respect for in the light of your hasty defence. take care πŸ™‚

niki x

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CROWS (posted on: 10-09-04)
A SEQUEL TO DEATH OF A KING

Chromed leg guards fell on the field,
As the knights in shinning armour came to yield,
Blood spurted from every wound,
As the sharpened claymores slashed every skull above the shield.

Voices shrieked as broken bodies reacted towards the pain,
Every muscle twitched and bulged on friend and foe,
Every body fluid mixed together and mixed in the rain,
Every bone crushed from head to toe.

The almoners brother lies all sprawled and pinned,
The monastery men realizing their fallen brothers had never sinned,
Every garment drenched in the blood red stain,
That pours from every wound,pours from every pain.

The hungry crows look down at their feast,
They fill the sky as they fly in from the east,
There's young jackdaws that were born this spring,
They're all flocking for their meaty feast that came from the king.

An impaled knave calls for his mother,
His eye dangling on his cheek,
His memory is delirious, his body is weak,
Woe to the king for all this blood and guts,
Woe to the king for all these gashes and cuts.
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tai on 2004-09-10 04:53:14
Re: CROWS
Roy I really like this poem, I like the sentiment, the style and the flow. Great work

Tai

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royrodel on 2004-09-10 07:42:27
Re: CROWS
Did you read ' Death of a King' ?

RODEL

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Bradene on 2004-09-10 09:45:27
Re: CROWS
Was n't this the piece you wrote after reading Macbeth? That is something I have yet to read, But this is a great piece Roy and stands well as a piece on it's own. Love Val x I did read the death of a King and was impressed by that also. x

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royrodel on 2004-09-10 10:16:00
Re: CROWS
No.
Never read it, seen it once on BBC2 I think.
Both pieces were written 3 years apart , they just kinda match.

RODEL.

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PAUPERS PERIL (posted on: 06-09-04)
THERE WILL ALWAYS BE BULLIES

It was 1844,
I was lonely and poor,
A liberal scoffed at me,
I just stared and grinned at him,
He said ' your going to the asylum,
Where you'll get humane treatment for your physical distress,
I can see from your disposition you're suffering from some kind of madness,
You'll have a nutritive and tolerably full diet,
It can all be done on the quiet,
Warm clothing and bedding,a moderately warm and dry atmosphere ,
And only God to fear,
Exercise in the open air , baths,
Lots of fun and laughs'.

I said 'sir I mean you no distress I'll just be on my way,
I'm off to help the farmer bring in his hay',
He said 'no my lunatic friend,
You don't need to pretend,
I can see your round the bend',
I said 'no sir set me free,
I don't need any help with my sanity',
He said 'Every thing I say is true,
You my pauper friend don't have a point of view,
After all it ain't the Clink,
With all that misery and stink'.

I took to my heels,
Across the fields,
This nutter wanted to send me to the mad house,
He wasn't thinking about me or my spouse,
He just needed to justify his grant to the Workhouse board,
By sending me to some forgotten lunatic ward,
Good treatment commenced with humane treatment for physical distress,
I wasn't willing to help him out of his financial mess,
He was stealing my life,stealing my freedom,
I wasn't going to justify his corrupt birthdom.


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royrodel on 08-03-2007
PAUPERS PERIL
The newsman just told me
what he just said
as I come to my senses
all alone at the end
living in a dream
constantly checking
if I'm fine
the rain striking
my pride and self doubt
love makes me kill
and look for the thrill
don't change my
groundhog day
with my comfort and pain
is it wrong to understand
the fear that dwells inside a man
when I was first sacraficed
they could not tame me
beaten resurrected
always shined
always had the best girl
I could tell them what life was about
wild times on a plate


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royrodel on 30-11-2007
PAUPERS PERIL
Late one night the last train left
I was going back
then a girl from my town said she'd split the fare
as I stood frozen and alone in the taxi rank
I just grinned and took it
nodding my head not one word was spoke
I trusted this lady stranger
I didn't know I was going to be her next joke
she reached her destination then vanished into the night
taxi man's sweat was now on my wallet
I just had to do what was right
payed him under the silvery moon
to the hum of the radio's tune

I needed to forgive and forget myself
I woke up with a bitter yawn
my shadow was small
it must have been six hours after the dawn
my mother always done her best
to make me feel at home
she fed me toast and honey
in my forgotten comfortzone
she cried as she hugged me
as I headed for my next fix
then the unforgiving phone rang
so I ran from the conflict, made myself immune
to the hum of the radio's tune

I laboured for the fat and the greedy
working anywhere I could
working in the foundries, it was a living hell
it ate up the hungry the pure and the good
I hated my superiors and their union due
aspiring to disease ridden young men
so I took to my heels and went to college
and filled my fountain pen
no one understood I was all alone
I was to much for them having my own mind
I seen right through them
they were just being kind building their commune
to the hum of the radio's tune


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royrodel on 06-12-2007
PAUPERS PERIL
em
On a day when life started
somewhere in the promised land
d
you can hear the birds singing
playing jazz tweeting lifes long song
a
you can think about you're lover
em
or thing's that could have... been
em
but your cares will soon be shattered
the way they always are
d
when you're smiling until your face aches
and you've forgotten the bird choir
a
and you don't feel much like smiling
em
you just hold on to your guitar
hmm
d em
here I am without any pain
d em
I think a thought without any rage
d em
I'm on my way, draining my brain
d a
clawing and gnashing at your cage

em
So you need to get provisions
just to keep out the cold
d
and you hear nothing exciting
you cry because you've been sold
a
you grab onto your withered pride
em
remembering your name, take to the road
d em
here I am without any pain
d em
I think a thought without any rage
d em
I'm on my way, draining my brain
d a
clawing and gnashing at your cage
em
Most times you just walk and walk
other times you can't
d
desperate men and their riches
you just do what you can
a
and your lost in the crowd
em
listening to the one man band
d em
here I am without any pain
d em
I think a thought without any rage
d em
I'm on my way, draining my brain
d a
clawing and gnashing at your cage
em
Out there bare and exposed
only a little fifty pence more
d
then they'll leave you alone
as you throw it on the floor
a
and let nature have her say
em
you hurry away thinking no more
d em
here I am without any pain
d em
I think a thought without any rage
d em
I'm on my way, draining my brain
d a
clawing and gnashing at your cage
em
The stars are out in memphis
as you write down your song
d
in the death of contemplation
you don't know right from wrong
a
the way you've always done before
em
you just wish you were strong
d em
here I am without any pain
d em
I think a thought without any rage
d em
I'm on my way, draining my brain
d a
clawing and gnashing at your cage


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royrodel on 01-07-2008
PAUPERS PERIL
The bright lights are shinning from the one armed bandit
kids are asking their fathers for more credit
mothers the one who'll give the verdict
because she knows how it feels to be desperate

Newsagents selling tickets and everyones medicine
fresh fruit and vegatables pears and aubergines
carbon cocktails and potions of acidic chlorine
to the son of the one handed chemist

Winky's in the corner
picking the hairs from his comb
Sally's praying for summer
pealing a ripe blue plum
I'm playing word games
on the tip of my tongue


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orangedream on 01-07-2008
PAUPERS PERIL
'Clawing and gnashing at your cage ...'.

Seems to ring a bell. You write some good stuff:-)

Tina

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stormwolf on 25-02-2014
PAUPERS PERIL
God love you Rodel, you are one of a kind!
Alison xxx

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POETS (posted on: 06-09-04)
TO ALL OF YOU, WHOEVER YOU ARE.

So we penetrate the mystery to the degree,
That we can recognize it him,her you and me,
By virtue of the dialectical sound,
Even if it's sung by a crazy hound,
We perceive as we've been taught,
Of what is and what's not.

We read the competing message,
It could be written by a saint or a savage,
The language in itself is always used to make a general proposal,
Even if it's read by the sane and the clinically mental,
It proposes to each of us that we transform ourselves,
To take us to paradise or a living hell,
Publicize in a future that is continually deferred,
You can buy the Shepherd and his herd,
This excludes the present,
And so eliminates all thats decent.

We do it to feed the intoxication of the revolution,
In other words, poets solutions,
We have all tried other outlets,
I'll refresh your memory,
Of what you tried to forget,
I know you want any thing but that.

But like you I stubbornly insist on my mere being,
I don't like seeing the things I'm seeing,
This poetry of ours has become a fetish,
Be it told by the Koreans,Yanks or the Irish,
We're cut off and fixed in our minds,
We have become the truth,
That'll stand the test of time.
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Penprince on 2004-09-06 07:47:02
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WONDERFUL poem, quite an insight on the essence of a poet and poetry!

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richardwatt on 2004-09-06 08:37:21
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This excludes the present,
And so eliminates all thats decent.

You turn some good rhymes in the text, and the second to last verse is just *nice* with 'forget' and 'that' going very well together in that couplet.
In general I am not fond of straight-up poems about poetry: there may be some sort of self-deprecating aspect or humour in here that I'm not seeing, but to suggest that the practice of poesy yields answers, and not more questions? Unsure.

There's a possible other poem in here about us internet poets, and interesting questions of whether poetry is a democratic form or an elitist one, which is the feeling I get when I read some of Jon Stone's poems like the one I've read today, Kingboots.

some say his language was way too outlandish,
rick x

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royrodel on 2004-09-06 11:58:31
Re: POETS
Thanx

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royrodel on 2004-09-06 13:05:24
Re: POETS
Does poesy yield answers or pose more questions?This query puts me in mind of Dylan's Hurricane .But then alas we have the western press where our fellow writers have to sensationalize their work to sell their newspaper or t.v. company, and we as a body of writers must write as we see fit, as in Ring, a ring of roses pocket full of poses, at the time, this rhyme was very real describing the massive deaths the plague was causing .It is extremely dangerous to have your occupation as poet on your passport in many countries, but like yourself I confess I don't know what effect any poem has on anyone as in whether it raises more questions or provides answers.I thank you for this point, as it never crossed my mind when writing this piece.

RODEL

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