Posts Tagged ‘song’

Quiet down now, beautiful little bygones.

Your melancholy harmony was you greatest allure.

When I walk away like a cowboy into the sunset, you’ll miss

The point, and that’s something I’ll have to live with.


I’ll throw around words of distaste like boulders,

Looking for the golden ruling, but I’ll never be able to speak my heart.

Down by the water hole, I have reflected more than a man does in a lifetime,

And I’ve found just as much, because there is only one answer, every time.


The past is Four Roses on the rocks, And after a few,

I’m drunk in memories. Though it’s easiest to forget.

Strangers will gather and help me sing this song,

That digs me deeper, closer to my grave.


The Aces of life I laid on the table doubled its value,

But the dealer knew better and rigged the river,

And all that time wishing for the jackpot,

Left me with nothing but kindly banter from the others being played.


Yes, the fear of untimely change can make a man’s paunch ache,

Biting fingernails and sleepless nights, snappy judgment, blind eyes,

Rest assured, everything will be alright.

But first things first, get through the night alive.


Today I’ll ponder mortality; tomorrow I’ll fight it.

And that’s the answer, every time.

Today I’ll drink and toast. Tomorrow I’ll find a new town,

And call it my own, until it’s time for my sunset again


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Many times, I’ve lost a friend, and many nights I’ve cried,

Pulling petals from daisies just to let myself know I tried.

I’ve burned a lot of flower stems to bring flame to a candle,

So I can see the past’s picture, though it’s one that’s hard to handle.

And still I can’t sleep until, the slow, heavy rain,

Has hit the rooftop, and carried sounds, that help me drift away.

I’ve walked on many cobbled roads, and maybe hitched a ride,

But still and will I walk along until I’ve aged and died,

All my life I’ve been alone, with hopes of friends to share,

And some have joined, temporarily, now they travel roads of theirs.

And still I can’t sleep until, the slow, heavy rain,

Has hit the rooftop, and carried sounds that help me drift away.

I think about the things I’ve done, and wonder if I’ve tried,

If there was something I could have done, to stop the teared goodbyes.

But the golden rule I’ve learned from life, is people come and go,

I can only hope our paths cross again,

Someday, while I walk with flowers in my hands along the cobbled roads.

Still I can’t sleep until, that solemn, heavy rain,

Has hit the rooftop, and carried sounds that help me drift away.

– Jasper 9uince

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I get up every day, go down every night,

I thought there was a way, to win the restless fight.

A friend once sang to me, every little thing is gonna’ be alright,

I hadn’t the heart to tell him, that someday he’d learn he wasn’t right.

Bit my tongue, held my breath,

Hoped for a hand to shake me from death,

But it was nothing, nothing that kept me feeling like that spaceman

Sitting in his tin can.


I took a pen, wondering where to begin,

Started writing, and presented my life with a little spin,

Placed rose petals along my path, made myself one that would win,

Found love, she bestowed her charm, the world’s greatest sin.


And then I crumpled it, tore it in pieces, realized I was crass,

Discovered I’m the lunatic on the grass,

Remembering, games, and daisy chains and laughs,

That I was one lonely, forgotten jackass.


So I’ll play the part, and watch the day divide,

Alone and conquered, while everyone else’s eyes are wide,

I never listened to any ploys and so no one ever lied,

And now I board the train alone, and make it the best goddamn ride.

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