Sitting in an all day meeting yesterday, I thought maybe I would be able to scratch out a verse or two...maybe a chorus to the next #1 Rock & Roll hit. Not a chance. The best I could do was a couple bad lines. Nothing to get excited about. In a field of clover near the white cliffs of Dover. UGH. I haven't been able to write anything worth using lately. She was a blond haired bimbo with an insatiable libido.Dylan is a real songwriter. So many hits, so many perfect rhyms. I have always been a fan and have always wondered what it would be like to write something on par with what he would scribble out. It'll never happen, but I could play the game. I could rip him off, or at least rip off one of his schemes. My favorite song has got to be It's Alright Ma (I'm only Bleeding)
Darkness at the break of noon
Shadows even the silver spoon
The handmade blade, the child's balloon
Eclipses both the sun and moon
To understand you know too soon
There is no sense in trying.
Five rhyming lines with a sixth line kick
Pointed threats, they bluff with scorn
Suicide remarks are torn
From the fool's gold mouthpiece, The hollow horn
plays wasted words, Proves to warn
That he not busy being born
Is busy dying.
The sixth lines rhym. Nice. Easy.
But mine will be a funk jam....
KEEP FROM DYING
Every other shiny coach a celebrity sits in style
Chauffeured home to a sea cliff thrown made of gold and silver tile
Face-to-face with the average joe, cars crawl from mile-to-mile
An Oscar winner, a blond haired starlet, both with a working file
Paparazzi push and shove for a picture of a painted smile
That wonders how the world will keep from dying
The go-go dancer needs to stay upon her neon box
In painted shorts and halter top, she is a seductive fox
Between each crazy mixed up tune, she has no time to talk
It never once occurred to her that she had the right to walk
Come morning light she sits alone on the deserted boating docks
And wonders how the world will keep from dying
Bossman executive in a high rise corner suite
Looking at the city lights from a patten leather seat
Sippin' gin martini buzzin' while a tiny little Asian lady rubs his feet
To carry a nation on a dollar bill is his music with a beat
His social welfare program is a beggar man's meat
That will keep the world from dying
A drunkard sits and contemplates the essence of his grief
With every bottle and every shot the bartender brings relief
There was a time when life was good but those days are short and brief
There are angels watching over us, this his one and only belief
All that was is found in the velvet lined pocket of a lifelong thief
Who is stealing all that'll keep the world from dying.
In a room of broken bottle tears you made an awful fuss
I couldn't find a comforting word so all I did was cuss
We drove together in awkward shame for you to catch a bus
I stood alone as you pulled away, it all settled back to dust
Go get yourself together, babe, and the we will deal with us
And do what we can to keep the world from dying
OK.....maybe not so easy.
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