|REAL AS RAIN
Every love that is real must hold pain,
All the poems, plays and songs will explain,
But to some it's a game just the same,
Though to you it's as real as the rain
And you're beauty is real as the rain
And my voice can't conceal what shows plain
when the finger pickin' guitar lick is playin'
and the music cascades like the rain
Seeking to spread more light- that's the aim,
Every moment you don't is spent in vain,
Carefully carve wood along the grain
And the rest shall follow like the rain
(repeat 2nd verse)
SONG OF THE HERO's HEROINE
The Song of the Hero's Heroine I'll sing
of a flaxen hair'd beauty with a gold carat ring.
The hero pursued her portraying persuasion
but the dear lady acted out ways of evasion.
He put his foot forward but the dear lady turn'd
and she smiled o so slightly, not to yield what he yearn'd.
Here's to the hero in all of the dramas undone
and to all the heroines who'll never be won.
Well the hero was headed for his great destination
when he fell to a lady of high affectation
whose ivory smile and soft calm composure
soon suffer'd the hero to overexposure.
So lift up your cups, raise up you figs,
hold up your glasses,
the hero he rises as the dear lady passes.
Poor doom'd Adonis, how could you have known?
But the ladies in waiting never leave you alone,
they jig and the amble as a gentleman dreams
and a Venus may smile though she's not what she seems.
O here's to the heroes shining so gallant and brave
and to all the fair maidens who'll never be saved.
This song is a circle- a cycle it goes
but just where it stops, well, nobody knows.
The heroine finally the hero she paged
but the hero he lunged and then fled in a rage.
O here's to the hero in all of the dramas undone
and to all the heroines who'll never be one.
Never be won.
Never be One.
I'm so blue. I don't know what to do.
I got a mind that's mess up n' mean.
Couldn't keep calm 'cause I'm stuck in between
and I can't seem to fit in the scheme.
I got a head that's screwed wrong
and I ain't sung a new song
in about three weeks, maybe more.
I got a chip on my shoulder that's sore
and what's more, I can't even seem to think of what for.
Well, my whole past's been revealed
but my future's concealed
by the presence that it stands to believe.
I been denied to take an absence of leave
n' my heart's in my throat on my sleeve.
I think I know what I'll do.
I'll get a bottle of booze
and margarita tequila away...
A lick a lemon n' salt is okay
'cause Ole! The Magarita'll be callin' my play!