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Saturday, July 24, 2010

SIX STRING FRIEND song lyrics


You and me have been a little out of tune
When I got drunk I couldn’t blame it all on you
But there are strings to this relationship
And you’re going to have to play the blues sometimes
If you want to keep hanging like this

My six string friend, you’ve always seen me through
No matter what women or the smoke and the whiskey do
You’ve never made an enemy but made me quite a few friends
And I’ve begun to feel that you’re the only one
That I can trust when it all depends

You remember that girl we met up in Buffalo
I wanted to stay but you wanted to play and go
So I left her behind and I can see her crying that night
But I wouldn’t trade you for her, old friend
So I guess it all worked out alright

Lost in my luggage on an airplane to New Orleans
You were busted in customs with a bag of something green
I claimed you even though jail is what it meant
And convinced the judge that taking you
Was too cruel of a punishment

My six string friend, you’ve always seen me through
No matter what women or the smoke and the whiskey do
You’ve never made an enemy but made me quite a few friends
And I’ve begun to feel that you’re the only one
That I can trust when it all depends

Times I feel like we’re never going to get to rest
But before I die I’m going to write a last request
That they bury you along with me and my songs
And when we get to the pearly gates why we’ll
Just get them all to sing along

My six string friend, you’ve always seen me through
No matter what women or the smoke and the whiskey do
You’ve never made an enemy but made me quite a few friends
And I’ve begun to feel that you’re the only one
That I can trust when it all depends

Thursday, July 22, 2010

Alchemy












I do not have a heart of gold
I grow weary as I grow old
The young will never understand
The loneliness I speak of
When I was young I dreamed
Some alchemist would come
Along and turn this lead
Inside my chest
Into something precious
But the art of alchemy is dead
The sorcerers are fresh out
Of new apprentices
The last wizard died in Oz
I can not pull the sword
From the stone that is my heart
And I am still alone
Arthur had Merlin
But what good did it do him
When Guinevere loved Lancelot
Magic healed not
His broken heart
Heavy is the burden beneath my ribs
They are a cage of iron bars;
A prison for a thing of worthlessness
How the pulsing throbbing ache
Keeps my spirit wide awake
So I can no longer dream
Though lead melts low
The blood runs cold
From ancient bergs and winter snow
And I am trudging without snowshoes
Mountainous terrain;
The mounting pain of abuse
Perhaps if I only had a staff
To lean upon
Then I could laugh
In the grim face of adversity
When the reaper brought
The hearse for me
I know in my mind my time is short
Do not trouble me with sympathy
Or words of pretended empathy
Can you know my sorrow
And hope yet for tomorrow?
Will you become a martyr to my cause?
Yellow riches run in veins
Throughout the caves
Within the mountains
But I am no miner with pick and shovel;
More gypsy wanderer than lover
I walk alone the drifting snow
Like pilgrims on Kilimanjaro
I wonder at the many dead
From bursting hearts
And aching heads
And I wonder what you would do
To reach the summit of Uhuru
I can no longer make the trek
I rest rather than break my neck
Though illustrious are stories told;
I do not have a heart of gold
This leaden thing inside my chest
Need die before it can find rest
As of yet it knows regret
It cannot find one alchemist
To turn its worthlessness to gold
And I grow weary as I grow old

Thursday, July 1, 2010

Songlines

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When the world began in dreamtime
And the earth was formed by songlines
Each place on earth, water and sky
Was marked for the dreamer’s inward eye

There each man is connected by spirit
And the song if he can only hear it
The words are in the language of men
The music comes from without and within

We are closer than we dare to believe
And less real than true reality
Where the passion comes from to create
Is in that dreaming, creative state

The power that formed the evening stars
Is in our minds, our souls and hearts
But we have forgotten those ancient times
And we have lost the sacred songlines

We wake puzzled when we are visited
At night and our minds grow inquisitive
We cannot believe and yet we feel
Like the place from which we came was real

It never occurs to us that the land
The sea and the sky are connected to man
But drawn by ancestors on primitive stone
Are pictures of when we were not so alone

We say that heaven is filled with sweet music
But we never sing or remember to use it
To connect the mortal to the divine
And draw upon the source of the songline

Tonight when you close your eyes to sleep
And the dreaming world comes soft and deep
Remember the music which you have heard
And speak to your brothers the sacred words

We may be connected while there is still time
Through the sweet music and beautiful rhyme
If we only will search we might find
Our way cross the earth to heaven’s songline

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North Carolina poet and musician Fabian G. Franklin invites you to join him on a poetic journey through the soul.