3 Song Lyric-Poems

“A Single Drop of Rain”

I wish I was a single drop of rain
I’d fall through the sky without a name
Wherever I may land my fate would be the same
And I wish I was a single drop of rain

There’s a cabin on the Waynesburg borderline
Where the oak smells great and the trees all look just fine
If I could get there tonight I’d take my car and ride
But I’ve lost my map and left my keys behind

I awoke one morning in an unfamiliar room
For a moment I forgot about my recent wounds
And as she approached I could smell her sweet perfume
Then she left me wondering which novel to resume

I thought I’d start to read before I’d soon forget
A storm rolled in and got our feet all wet
She said, “You best get up and pay off all your debts
You can’t set the stage ‘til the stage is set.”

I wish I was that halo sitting on her head
I’d sleep so well when I go back to bed
Then I’d never have a fear of looking straight ahead
And I wish I was that halo on her head.

As soon as I awoke she quickly disappeared
I was all alone as I had always feared
But now I remember the words she whispered softly in my ear
She said, “A lamb is not a lamb after it’s been sheared.”

I wish I was a single drop of rain.
I’d fall through the sky without a name.
Wherever I may land my fate would be the same,
And I wish I was a single drop of rain.

____

“Rolling in His Grave”

When the herd lost its piper they just ran amok
And shot down all their idols looting all the shops
Whispers were forgotten and voices were untrained
The weary were trounced upon by both the strong and lame
And those who claimed indifference were really just the same
Who cares if Elvis rolls over in his grave

The fires burned brighter when the summers were lost
As peasants gambled for sweaters no matter what the cost
Motors all fell silent though no one thought it strange
When at appointed moments our radios pled “signal out of range”
And no one seemed to mind it much except for the deranged
Who cares if Elvis rolls over in his grave

Still life seems normal for those us who don’t pay any mind
Not much seems lost if you don’t follow the changes in time
A clock becomes a souvenir when the dials are cast in flames
There’s still some children out there who think the 50’s were the days
But when they grow up to die in wars that don’t have any names
Who cares if Elvis rolls over in his grave

I cannot recall the last time I went to see a great big show
The preacher told his sermon to the audience below
The message was distorted but no one dared complain
There are songs meant for singers who are meant to sing in vain
I thought “how could someone just stand there feeling so unashamed”
Who cares if Elvis rolls over in his grave

A heavy smoke enters my window while I try to sleep at night
I’m pretty good at pretending that it is out of sight
Though I can’t help but feeling that breathing is a strain
On lungs that only have inhaled the despondency of rain
There are plenty of emotions that I just can’t sustain
Who cares if Elvis rolls over in his grave

There’s far too few a precious land for laying back your head
The average person can’t recall the pleasures they were fed
And when they’re asked, “how came you so by such heavy chains?”
They just say, “I do not know but these chains I will retain
And there’s a penance to be paid for the ghosts of heroes slain”
Who cares if Elvis rolls over in his grave

________

“Dancing to the End of Rock N Roll”

We came out one summer evening and put our music on
With our front lines all defeated our voices carried on
And we were dancing as we wept
Dancing through the heat and bitter sweat
Dancing while the night still carried on
Dancing to the words that soon were gone
Dancing toe to toe
Dancing to the end of Rock n Roll

The last angel of Manhattan fell as the radio bled and died
Some suits just stood there clapping just to drown their lonely sighs
And we were dancing as we wept
Dancing because there would be nothing left
Dancing for those things that we forgot
Dancing for every tear that ever dropped
Dancing oh so close
Dancing to the end of Rock n Roll

And the city is still moving
And the walls have been put up
And the stars they’re still shining
Though we know that soon
They’ll just give up

The demise of passion wasn’t easy but we learned to do without
Our collective amnesia kept us from taking to the streets to shout
Instead, we recall what music used to be about
Dancing in our secret hearts and homes
Dancing til our feet just turn to stone
Dancing to the end of Rock n Roll

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