Music and Words of the Soul
Playing guitar so much it makes me feel so good it hurts so much so I keep
playing guitar so much it makes me feel so good it hurts so much so I keep
playing guitar so much it makes me feel so good it hurts so much so I keep
playing guitar so much it makes me feel so good it hurts so much so I keep
playing guitar….
By The Blues
Talking with my fret board, so many ways to say
All the hurt and pain of life, with us every day
Bringing home the money, tryin to get by
Smile hiding pain but, all the breaking hearts still cry
All it takes is seeing all, the suffering that’s around
Is most caused by you and me, to that fate are we bound
If you were the president, or king or priest or clown
could you ask forgiveness, speak truth or be profound
Don’t need to be no blind man, Don’t need to be abused
Don’t need to be a prisoner , To be stricken by the blues
Anger is a warning that, not all of life is fair
Some steal and hate and complicate, pretending that they care
Just remember inside all of us, is one remaining dream
All hope for love for better life, is working as a team
So listen is your self-talk, warm n soft or hard n cold
We are the change we all need, so I have been told
What else do you want, me to say what can I do
The music deep inside of me is just as much in you
Don’t need to be no blind man, Don’t need to be abused
Don’t need to be a prisoner , To be stricken by the blues
JMD 5-12-17
when you’re alone, is there a time
when you are feeling you’re out of your mind
don’t be afraid friend, someday you’ll know
voices inside of your head come and gosometimes they’ll warn you of things that are wrong
or maybe they’ll tell you where you belong
ask them a question, they never reply
because they’re your own mind asking you whywhy do you punish yourself when you see
that you’re only human, perfection can’t be
mistakes teach a lesson but don’t make you learn
you’re your own teacher, no one’s concernOh, they might make faces or laugh while they talk
but run your own life and let them all walk
if you meet special friends on the way
respect and enjoy them don’t force them to staychoices in life are harder to make
if you confuse the real from the fake
decide for yourself, relax and you’ll find
in time you will see, you are in your right mind.
March 1983
Once in a dream, was it real? did it seem
like a merry-go-round at the fair.
The merry-go-round sings as it swings,
and won’t stop for you, time doesn’t care.Blessed with a girl and a ring, same old thing,
only this time no love could compare.
The ring, in the dream, at the fair makes me think
of the golden light shown in her hair.Beauty untold, a delight to behold, and to
kiss and to touch and to share.
Could only I see through the greed hid in me,
by the lust of old jealousy’s stare.This maiden of life might well be my wife,
had the knife of all envy been spared.
Reality’s ride heeds neither one’s side,
as it spins round and round down life’s stair.I never did want such a dream to awake,
much less drop the gold ring at the fair.
The love for this girl , yet the same, I’m to blame,
and the tears through the years as still there.The merry-go-round sings as it swings,
and won’t stop for you, time doesn’t care.
Once in a dream, was it real? did it seem
Life’s a merry-go-round at the fair.
July 1980
Confident experienced, yet sittin’ home alone
Friday Blues, what’s ta lose,
try the telephone.Dial 1, just for fun, the classified menu
A simple fee, no loves for free,
there’s someone just for you.Date-line Fate-line, faceless fantasy
just your number and your name,
your dreams of ecstasyDate-line Fate-line, 50 words or less.
Who could tell, you’ve hid so well,
the voice of lonliness?Confident, experienced,
still reachin’ for the phone.
Lay your heart out on the line
In the Twilight Zone.
JMD 8/16/87
You flashed your smile, cow slippers and all
I instantly joined you, we walked down the hallFriendship, sincerity, simple and pure
Together we hoped, we prayed for the cureCelebrating life, sharing your dream
We danced, laughed and played, in cake and icingBlessed with a beauty inside of your soul
Giving your love, was your only goalStrength and endurance, as not before shown
You sat tall in the saddle, to face the unknownProudly commanding, riding your best
Recognized by all as “Our Special Guest”Honored today by God’s gentle touch
We want you to know that we love you so muchYou gave us all memories we’ll cherish inside
That the Rodeo of life takes “Courage To Ride”
6/26/1996
In loving memory of Gertie, my “Cowgirl”.