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Odds & Ends #14: Songscape

 


Jester dogwalked, there's no fun here. So the king plucks an earwig, munches down, and tells the minstrels to play by ear. 







Grumble

I’ve got the same friend

Since grade 5

All he does is wait around

For another life






Mumble

Yesterday

You were mine

Tomorrow

I’ll be fine

Yesterday

You were mine

Tomorrow

We’ll be fine

Walking down sherry lane

Enjoying ourselves merrily

Yesterday

You were mine

Tomorrow

We’ll still be fine

Walking down sherry lane

Piping hot pie in my hands again

Yesterday

You were mine

Tomorrow still

I’ll manage

Walking up your hill

And rolling down the other side

Yesterday

Leads to now

And now

Gives way to tomorrow

And I’ll walk through it always

And it’ll stay

It will stay

Okay

It will stay okay







Humble

People gather in the park

On a sad Sunday

And one kid asks a lot,

What will happen one day?


Oh, it's the mourning of sister sorrow

The mourning of sister sorrow

And the dancing cheers and shouts

From one other another may borrow


The sun comes down and rarely up

Good morning sister sorrow

Hark, all the people sit

In darkness that befits


The mourning, all consummate

Good morning, sister sorrow







Crumble

Braid my bones

For cities to be grown

All above your thousand thoughts

I am a foreigner

A foreigner

Among men
Among the tops of tents

Of all beings

And each they’d sing

I am a foreigner

I am a foreigner

Of men

Of every winter grace, never in day






Stumble

Flowers on the construction lot

Tells about what they thought

About nothing could grow there again

No matter where they placed the sign


Things crop up around the line

Fulfilling their destiny

Just like flower, a building grows, 

Not quite so close

As you and me


Construction blocks the sidewalk now

Making me take a path to hell

Wishing there was somewhere else to go

But the trees are very friendly here

No more buildings near


And I wish you could come along

To walk this lonely path all wrong






Fumble

Wake up get your helmet on get out of bed

We’ll go for a ride, you’ll see

Get up put some clothes on, get out of your bed

Tired legs are no match for company


And you’ll you’ll see, you’ll see, you’ll se

The river flowing by your feet,

You’ll see see, you’ll see, you’ll see

A tired woman pouring coffee to make ends meet


And you’ll see 

What you truly mean to me

You mean truly to me

Wake up, you mean truly to me

Wake up to why I’m so sweet

It's not how you move you move your knees

It's how you move me

Get up and out of your head

Get up, out of bed









I am a sinning man
And I play with my sinning hand,
A song for you

I am a sinning man
And I play with my sinning hand,
A song for you

-Steffen

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