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Poem: short timers

turn the pages quickly; isn't that the sign of a good book? go fast go heady go for the finish have fun be done then run ah, the sign of a good book, a great game and a sad relationship when do you give up? only one right but more rare than caring allows ~ when do you give up? all i senselessly say to that can be never never never never never never never never never never never -- douglas brent smith (c) 2017 douglas brent smith

Poem: nonsense

it was her attempts at perfection that kept perfection away locked up walled in and kept at bay never quite good enough to ever satisfy substantiated reservations proof to deny tell me again why it all had to end no, stop nonsense never bears repeating. -- douglas brent smith (c) 2017 douglas brent smith

Song: Don't Give Up Your Day Job

Don’t Give Up Your Day Job (Douglas Brent Smith ) Chorus:    Don’t give up your day job You could end up a poor slob Life without a paycheck Could make you a physical wreck Don’t give up, don’t give up your day job     All my friends are artists, one way or another Filled with talent filled with skills still yet undiscovered When the routine looms they hunger for the road Checking out, dropping off another heavy load Before they jump into something absurd                                                                                                                    They catch their breath, count to ten and say these six important words  (chorus) Chicago is the kind of place the race is always steady the competition’s stiff and hits when you’re not ready But people here never fear we work until we drop and one way or another they will end up on the top But even when we reach the sky and soar just like a bird we’re sure to tell the st

Song: Blue Before You Got Here

i was blue before you got here -- i'll be down after you leave it's deeper than you understand, recognize or believe when you're sad you could be crying - when love is dying you've got to grieve and i was blue before you got here - and i'll be blue after you leave i was blue before you got here -- you didn't change a thing you had no lasting happiness available to bring there is no lovers' island no blissful wedding ring and i was blue before you got here -- you didn't change a thing you warned me that you didn't care but how could that be true? thru endless conversations i felt so close to you you told me "don't start dreaming nothing good could last" and when you got tired of me you put me in your past but i was blue before you got here, you didn't pull me down no matter how good it felt -- having you around it hurts more than it did before, when i thought that we'd be found but i was blue before y

Song: Boomerang Babies

boomerang babies (douglas brent smith) everybody's got grown children still living at home boomerang babies, who can't live on their own they've got cable TV - absolutely free all they need WIFI - no need to buy food in the fridge - they're living like kids boomerang babies, living at home everybody's got grown children still living at home boomerang babies who can't live on their own the ground rules have been bended ended or suspended we did the best that we could do and now we've got grandchildren, too! grown children, and their children, living at home to be fair, a place costs more these days college loans are more than our mortgage to pay opportunities at work don't get them any higher because our generation won't retire (what's a  boomer to do? we can't afford to) they've got cable TV - absolutely free all they need WIFI - no need to buy food in the fridge, they're living like kids boomerang b

Song: Not Tonight

not tonight (douglas brent smith) there have been nights when all the treasures of the world seemed close at hand when there wasn't any problem too big to understand nights when all my dreams came true and things turned out alright but not tonight there have been women who have loved me and pampered me with smiles swore they'd last forever and never change with style times when all my fantasies became such sweet realities but not tonight tonight it seems that everything is too far out of reach like some lost message thrown to sea washed up along the beach (repeat first verse) (c) 2017 douglas brent smith