Directions: B flat inverse F progression from F A C D crescendo D C D/Dinverse repeat inverse crescendo fourth. Now: sing your heart out.
I wish I'd remember
For what followed was sorrow in a song and a tune
In the chord that I played today
Was a seventh from heaven
As it stirred up a gale just for those in the room
Such a beautiful key in the symphony
I'll never forget her
It strung a high slim that shook cold in its coils
The black shift to white offguarded completely
I'll tell you the letter
The lower D sharp ripped the worms from its soils
Well what do you get when the key that you play
Is unwelcome by many you see and you hear?
And you play all alone, still the coming of day
Twice the sun come t'dawn burning fiercly in fear
Yet the grip cannot hold you, the song you can't sing
Though the birds stop to listen every often so month
Speaking "I cannot save you from the bee's present sting"
Wrist stiff from the overture, reminder's no warmth
It's simple
It's soft
It's played third and twice two
It's side a and b
And it's just for you
Poetry by weirdzarun
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Written on 2007-04-15 at 07:43
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Playing It Is The Easy Part
There's a chord that I played todayI wish I'd remember
For what followed was sorrow in a song and a tune
In the chord that I played today
Was a seventh from heaven
As it stirred up a gale just for those in the room
Such a beautiful key in the symphony
I'll never forget her
It strung a high slim that shook cold in its coils
The black shift to white offguarded completely
I'll tell you the letter
The lower D sharp ripped the worms from its soils
Well what do you get when the key that you play
Is unwelcome by many you see and you hear?
And you play all alone, still the coming of day
Twice the sun come t'dawn burning fiercly in fear
Yet the grip cannot hold you, the song you can't sing
Though the birds stop to listen every often so month
Speaking "I cannot save you from the bee's present sting"
Wrist stiff from the overture, reminder's no warmth
It's simple
It's soft
It's played third and twice two
It's side a and b
And it's just for you
Poetry by weirdzarun
Read 504 times
Written on 2007-04-15 at 07:43
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