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Conversations With Myself.
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Talk to me faihful guitar,
let your sound hole scream
let me hear you wail...
because I'm empty of song
and it's been so long....
since I've made a sale....
Talk to me guitar,
bleed some brilliance
through my fingertips,
lead me to some
unknown chords....
cause my muse
is long past bored..
he's found another agent
soon he'll turn
the page on me.....
and set me free
to be Nobody!!
Chorus-
I've got a show to do
tomorrow night
and though my fans
all love my oldies,
they do expect
that I'll have plans
for something
new to share
while guitar yawns
stringing me along,
across it's well worn bridge
which has yet to take me
A N Y W H E R E !
Make a call for me
dearest microphone
to the Gods who
play the odds
on what I vocalize,
let them grant me
just one song
that will be....
Supersized
winning a Grammy
bringing hope
into my eyes.
but so far Mike
only echoes
my sad sighs....
Chorus-
I've got a show to do
tomorrow night
and though my fans
all love my oldies,
they do expect
that I'll have plans
for something
new to share
but my microphone
just squeals,
while my amp
mimics what it feels,
they both ignore my
needs revealed,
and take me nowhere.
But tomorrow is
a brand new day
perhaps a brand new song
will come my way,
let my dreams in
cinematography,
bring that brilliant
song eluding me,
and chase the
nightmare of today
to some long forgoten stage...
please chase the
nightmare of today......
to ....some....long.....
......forgotten...stage......
Art~Whimsically Yours Studio
Matthew F. Blowers III -©-2014