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Artwork used with permission from Connie Schaertl.
Image Prompt: Celebrate The Day
Art © Connie SchaertlArtwork used with permission from Connie Schaertl.
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SIX STRING THEORY
I've got my shades and six-string,
My hair is nice and long,
I've had a little smoke,
Now it's time to sing my song.
"Oh, Celebrate the Day",
(The words come out so clear)
"Be Glad You're Living Now",
(This message is so dear)
"Rejoice...Make Love...Be Happy",
(These words really turn me on)
"Embrace Your Fellow Man",
(While singing, the blues are gone)
I really love my music,
But I tell ya it's rather hard,
Cos just yesterday I got this guitar,
And I haven't learned a chord.
The Celebration Blues
T'was after the morning
The heat of the day
When my baby left me
And went far away
Now I should be mourning
Wipe my tears away
But I am so happy
Want to ce-le-brate to-day!
'Cause she left me
By now you've heard the news
Yeah she left me
Got the Ce-le-brate-ing Blues!
She treated me so bad
Made me hold her purse
Watched comedic romance
I'd rather be cursed
Whenever we argued
She could never be wrong
She'd tell me to shut-up
When I tried to play a song
Now she's left me
And how could I refuse?
Yeah she left me
With the Celebrating Blues!
I was unhappy
And scared of her, too
'Cause when she got angry
I'd get black and blue
She never got tired
Of putting me down
Took all of my money
And then spent it on the town
Now she's left me
For another she'll abuse
Yeah she's left me
With the Celebrating Blues!
Celebrate this day, sing as though this is your last song. Sing with all your might to the heavens above because this day you are alive. This day is all you have, and is all you might ever have.
Sing for life. Sing because you can!
jukebox hero, he's got stars in his eyes, staars in his eyes!!.... we miss you lou....
softly,
you slide
in shaded thoughts
your eyes
in clouds reclining
once i thought of willows
though ive never met them
willows billowing
the laurel leaves
until believing
branches
there is one behind you
reaching cloudy finger
cloudy leg
she cannot breach the gold
that from you softly
thrumbs
in rivulets
some think that we are
trees
providing shade for one another.
the wind will flute
between us
as you pluck and breathe
the shoot will grow.
the clouds
solidify.
sing with me,
"not yet."
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