I find myselfThinking of herAnd those golden daysMany years agoI heard her voiceOn the radioI imagined she was mineIt was never meant to beShe sung”Some Enchanted Evening”I knew her desireFor meSome say she’s not realShe’s just a chanteuseBut I know betterShe’s my PumpkinMy little squashAnd hearts desireAlas my loveT’was just a dream

Yet, She Taunts Me

She’s always on my mindMy afflictionJust when the coast seemed clearLike an addiction she re-appearsShe’s my only loveThe only one who Made me feel realNow I feel healedHer jaundiced eyesA rude disguiseShe loves me soFor the Devil told me so


I’m working on making better mixes. Here is what I believe will be a cleaner mix than the original: in a nutshell Lyrics sung or even spoken are very much worth the effort It takes twice as much time to “fit” lyrics to music and sing You have to feel what you sing. Deadpan is OK as a too Socio political songs are tricky….

Wishing Well

I used to feelSo OverlookedThe great unknownI felt ForsookThen I sawThe 27 ClubEx Famous peopleThe Ultimate SnubIt seems so strangeTo have it allWhich then beganTheir great downfallThese famous peopleIn their primeSelf made prisonDoing timeI’m glad I’ve hadEnough RecognitionYou can drownIn the well you’re wishing


Space boy cosmonautLeft this earthStowed awayIn a space ships berthInaugural flightTo touch the starsSay goodbyeAu Revoir!Children dreamAdults learnThat there is hopeAt every turn