(c) douglas brent smith
Song: Elvis Has Left The Building
it was a hot august night on dorinda's couch in allentown
there was a ring around the moon
the man on the tv said "elvis has left the building,
there'll never be another like him soon."
must be a record of his here somewhere
so we can pay tribute to the vegas king
must be an album of his but i can't find it
i guess i never really liked the way he'd sing
but listen,
chuck berry rocked me fats supplied the rolls
from new york to detroit memphis to muscle shoals
make it hot authentic make it black and real
i like the parts that the king could never steal
if all he were known for were those stupid movies
he'd rank right up there with good old sal mineo
but he brought feeling to the music
when he brought conviction to the theft of soul
but listen,
chuck berry rocked me james brown supplied the soul
from new york to detroit, memphis to muscle shoals
make it hot authentic make it rock and real
i like the parts that the king could never steal
it was a hot august night on dorinda's couch in allentown, new jersey
there was a ring around the moon
the man on the tv said "elvis has left the building,
there'll never be another like him soon."
chuck berry rocked me little richard supplied the rolls
from new york to detroit, memphis to muscle shoals
make it hot authentic make it freaking real
i like the parts that the king could never steal
(c) douglas brent smith
Song: Answered Prayer
the canaanite woman came to the Lord
her daughter was demon owned
the Lord's friends said to send her away
Jesus, just leave her alone
but even the dogs eat the crumbs
that fall from their master's table
and even the lowest low of all
with you Lord, we are able
Moses had troubles on every side
his enemies, even his friends
the Lord was his helper and his guide
from Egypt thru the desert till the end
(chorus)
Elijah was scared and in a cave
hiding from Jezabelle
he'd seed destruction and violence
and now he feared for himself
(chorus)
in these troubled times of woe
the hurt can said us reeling
crippled by causes we can't control
fallen, in need of healing
(chorus)
(c) Douglas Brent Smith
Song: A Happy Man
like an old sailor
who's drawn to the sea
the voice of the highway
whispers to me
i can't give a reason
for why i must go
the life of a drifter
is all that i know
i worked at the factory
the office, the store
i gave it my best shot
couldn't take any more
you can't stop a tiger
from chasing its prey
and you can't stop a drifter
from going away
every day is a road movie
every night is a new story
everyone you touch you hold forever
my kids call me crazy
but they understand
they know that i'm doing
the best that i can
you can't stop the ocean
from meeting the land
and you'll never reform
a happy man
like an old sailor
who's drawn to the sea
the voice of the highway
whispers to me
you can't stop the ocean
from kissing the sand
and you'll never reform
a happy man
whoa...that's all i am
whoa...a happy man
(c) douglas brent smith
she never said
she said that
she loved me
to the moon and back and
to the moon and
back just got a
whole lot shorter
your roundtrip gave me
the bends as
you closed the portal and
swept this sobbing
away
as love choked gasping
on yet another
tripping dream
and
she never said that
what she said
didn't mean a thing
(c) 2017 douglas brent smith
she loved me
to the moon and back and
to the moon and
back just got a
whole lot shorter
your roundtrip gave me
the bends as
you closed the portal and
swept this sobbing
away
as love choked gasping
on yet another
tripping dream
and
she never said that
what she said
didn't mean a thing
(c) 2017 douglas brent smith
not a couple
every couple fights
about money about attention about
harmless searing flirtations
temptations, indiscretions and
thoughts
every couple fights about passion
and lack of passion
about furniture, fixtures, fantasies and
families
all those dysfunctional families and
we don't fight about any of that
because we are
not a couple
and we fight about that
knowing what i want you
choose to escape and
knowing what you want i
senselessly cling
a mess of depressed repression
unappealing
stealing every ounce of hope
from the air
and you repeat (repeat, repeat) that
we are NOT a couple but
what about this love?
-- douglas brent smith
about money about attention about
harmless searing flirtations
temptations, indiscretions and
thoughts
every couple fights about passion
and lack of passion
about furniture, fixtures, fantasies and
families
all those dysfunctional families and
we don't fight about any of that
because we are
not a couple
and we fight about that
knowing what i want you
choose to escape and
knowing what you want i
senselessly cling
a mess of depressed repression
unappealing
stealing every ounce of hope
from the air
and you repeat (repeat, repeat) that
we are NOT a couple but
what about this love?
-- douglas brent smith
poem: that dream
it's a foolish wish
to say may all your dreams
come true
what about
the bridges disappearing in
perspective? what about
the endless chases? the public nakedness?
the lack of words? the demons hiding
insecurities in playful sacks of sorrow?
let me pick my dream to live
that sweet happy ending dream of us
together hand in hand and always smiling
let me pick that time you looked at me
from across the room with a knowing
smile that spoke more love than you could
say, or contain (or, sadly, sustain) but
leave that part out (the sadness in your smile
of unbeatable fate) and let me
live that dream of
you smiling
at me and
happy.
(c) 2017 douglas brent smith
to say may all your dreams
come true
what about
the bridges disappearing in
perspective? what about
the endless chases? the public nakedness?
the lack of words? the demons hiding
insecurities in playful sacks of sorrow?
let me pick my dream to live
that sweet happy ending dream of us
together hand in hand and always smiling
let me pick that time you looked at me
from across the room with a knowing
smile that spoke more love than you could
say, or contain (or, sadly, sustain) but
leave that part out (the sadness in your smile
of unbeatable fate) and let me
live that dream of
you smiling
at me and
happy.
(c) 2017 douglas brent smith
song: every sad song
every sad song
you might get the blues but you’ve still got to choose
no one else can walk in your shoes
your promises stood until they fell
your life felt like heaven but who can tell?
the worst thing’s the best thing that can’t stand its ground
the way up’s the break ups the heart hits the ground
every sad song sounds like
something ending
every sad song sounds like
something bending too far
so here we are, so here we are
every sad song stuck in our hearts
every sad song sounds like
something ending
every sad song sounds like
something bending too far
so here we are…
(c) 2015 douglas brent smith
from the album "etcetera" by douglas brent smith
poem: i wonder about you
i wonder about you
wondering about me, how
you might imagine this
changed by a kiss
or feel the pull
of something more whole
our gravity keeps crashing
but that's no reason
to cash it in
i wonder about you
all. the. time.
(c) 2017 douglas brent smith
collage: She Left Some Tools in Boulder
collage: Refresh Your Thinking
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