Ain’t The End

You walk with me through the dead of night
Down an empty street full of moonlight
Take my hand and with your old cold smile you say

This ain’t the end
You may have lost a lover but you’ve still got friends
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This ain’t the end
You know there’ll be another but <>…

[Another song that didn't go anywhere, but I've got the melody worked out.]

Alright Tonight

Sittin in a coffee shop,
Chillin’ with your friends
The stories told the laughter shared
You hope that there’s no end
In sight tonight
it’s alright, tonight

Going out goin downtown
Goin clubbin with your mates
You may be all alone
But your pals all have their dates
Bright lights tonight
it’s alright, tonight

[Unfinished song]

What Once Was

“It’s been a while since I’ve picked this up,” he thought to himself, reaching for his pocket notebook now looking  just a bit under-the-weather, its black cover graying and pages starting to fray. “I wonder what dreams it holds,” he continued, removing the stale elastic and opening the cover, “what memories of old, what images from another life.”

The book was one very dear to him; a place for his thoughts, his mind, his words, though now to him it was no more than a worn-out husk, no more the powerful spark of life of joy of inspiration that once resembled its author so– the book, like its owner now but a foggy reflection of what in a better it once held.

The words contained therein were not particularly clever or insightful in any grand sense of the terms, but they were his words, and that’s what made them mighty.

And so he sat, and read. And read, and dove ever deeper into the mystery that is somber reminiscence at What Once Was.

[No idea what this is.]

Summer Love

When the winter gets you down
And your life just seems a drag
You gotta find something new to hold
And that’s your summer love

A Good Day

(1)
Oh this day today (this day today)
Is lovely and fair (lovely and fair)
The sky is clear and blue (sky is clear and blue)
The wind blows in my hair (wind blows in my hair)

And then you called me up
Told me you’d be there
I know it’s gonna be a good day

(2)
With the arcing swish of the wiper
As steady as a metronome
Soon I know my journey will be over
And I’ll be heading home

And then you called me up
Told me you’d be there
I know it’s gonna be a good day

(1) & (2) together

(3)
And when this day is done
You know I’ll be your friend
Through the good times and the bad
From beginning to the end

Because you called me up
And told me you’d be here
I knew this was to be a good day

(4)
And when this day is over
And I walk through the door
I know that I will see you
From now ’til evermore

Because you called me up
And told me you’d be here
I knew this was to be a good day

(3) & (4) together

Very Last Time

For the very last time you closed your eyes
For the very last time you said your goodbyes
For the very last time you turned to the skies
and said…

Don’t cry for me when I’m not here
Don’t mourn, my friend,
Don’t shed a tear
You gotta stay true to what’s inside
You gotta stand strong and live your life

The Intro

This is not a tale of a hero, of a special individual destined for greatness or different from the herd, or some tragic coming-of-age epic out of Dickensian lore. No, this is a story of Truth, of Love, and, most importantly, of Life and that which of necessity comes along with it.

[I wonder where this would lead.]

Night Café

I read Charles Dickens’ books in my spare time
A Friday night café would be just fine
I’m a fan of poetry and prose;
A world of words that no-one ever knows.

The Trees are Crying

And the trees are crying
See the leaves fall down
And watch the sky darken
‘fore the snow swirls round

Yet I know soon will come the day
When the birds are chirping
And the kids all play

’cause the sun is brightest
Just before the storm
And blue is the sky
Before the clouds form

Clouds from Above…

…are like skies of mashed potatoes masking the gingerbread plains beneath.