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a mix of confidence and self doubt..love that line soooooo true
Cheers EB
I was going to add another line in there about music live performance confidence for some people but thought it might drag the poem out too long. Also it didn't really fit I had this in mind.
Inside my rib cage.
My hearts doing a mad drum solo.
Pounding away loud.
Pounding away at a thousand miles an hour.
Chatting with a street busker I came up with this poem as a result of our conversation. It is not just about talking to him but me picking out bits of what we talked about and the universal emotions that come from being a muso.
Music Virus
He said to me he has the music virus.
There no such virus said I.
My eyes starting rolling looking at this guy.
He said that isn’t true.
I said tell me your point of view.
Did you catch it from a hen.
What are the symptoms my friend.
Are you going around the bend.
Is it something you can mend.
It started with a guitar.
He said left one morning on my bed.
From my dear mama.
I loved that guitar.
Now I’m a mix of confidence and self doubt.
One minute bullet proof and full of self belief.
Next second I’m filled with trembling insecurity.
An awful feeling like my music has no teeth.
I can't get any help.
I can't get any relief.
I'm just a busker on the street.
My life's like a record stuck on repeat.
Cheers Beamer and Mojo
I don’t think it's for me to give opinion on the American political situation as I know people on here living in your country have strong divisions. What I will say is that a politician’s rise and fall are always based on the way the people perceive and trust them. Now that word TRUST and politician don’t always go together. Behind political leader’s rhetoric is a marketing machine designed to feed negative thoughts on whoever the opposition is, some information true, some exaggerations and also drawing conclusions that are sometimes hype and have no substance. The Nazis claimed that the social and economic problems that Germany experienced in the 1920s and early 1930s were due in part to the weakening of the population created by an unfair burden of supporting disabled people. Nazi propaganda in the form of posters, news-reels and cinema films portrayed disabled people as "useless eaters" and people who had "lives unworthy of living". The propaganda stressed the high cost of supporting disabled people, and suggested that there was something unhealthy or even unnatural about society paying for this. Today even though there isn’t that argument going on over disabled people, politicians and their advocacy machine do push other ideas that put one part of the population against the other. At the moment you might say no party would advocate that we get rid of disabled people in the free world because of the cost. If we look at big chunks of the world if your not well or healthy you have very little hope. When Covid struck look at all the misinformation that people were fed as it became a big political division in countries about how to deal with it. Fortunately for us here in NZ the two main parties didn’t play politics with it. What I am saying is your political leaders Republican or Democrat have a big propaganda spin machine behind them which gives people a hard decision to make either way.
Ill keep it simple.
PERFECT.
Cheers Beamer
EB hazels a cutie, it is good she will have musical memories of you among many other good ones of you in the years ahead.
I can relate to what your saying there Jim having lost an older brother who passed away who i never really got to know well. Also there has never been a time because of age difference and living in different parts of the world that me and all my siblings have ever been in the same place together.
Mojo that is one outstanding song. Not only the way it is written there is also a very special thing going on, you got a way of holding the listener's complete undivided attention when you performed it.
Jim I like the way this song could have many different back stories to it. Your a gifted songwriter.
You hit the nail on head there Phill. Another disturbing trend around the world is the suppression of opposition voices by making them illegal by all those bad regimes out there. The underhanded laying of false charges against opposition people that are fabricated by those dodgy run countries internal governments corrupt security forces. Putin is a good example of suppressing opposition voices he is like many other corrupt leaders who are on this planet.
Cheers , Jim, Phill, Brian, thank you your input it is much appreciated. In these privileged times for many of us, there are people out there who forget they don’t have to risk their life or martyr themselves for some of the freedoms that many people in the free world today take for granted. The derogation of voting rights is widespread in many countries in the world. In my opinion people who live in countries where they can vote should vote purely on the basis that the world is full of countries where they don’t even get a chance to have some say in what’s going on. Also we should do it out of respect for those who have made the ultimate sacrifice with their life so that we can have this choice to vote. It is not only a human right but something that many humans don’t get the opportunity to do on this planet. I admire anyone who is prepared to stand even if their politics is not mine providing their not maniacs who want to be dictators, or people who don’t want free and fair elections set at appropriate intervals of time. One thing that has been lost in recent times is peaceful demonstrations with people holding placards about whatever their gripe is. There are now in many counties people who instead of demonstrating are rioting damaging fellow citizens property using it as a front too steal and loot, that also is a breakdown of democracy. I think people should use their voice even if I don’t agree with them but it should always be peaceful. I understand why people get sick of politics it is because the major parties around the world are using marketing and spin and with that somehow good and true debate gets lost. Bureaucrats and politicians do get out of step with what is going on right outside their front doors. One thing I have noticed in my extensive travels around the free world is the common thing of government run inefficient institutions, civil services and city councils that don’t meet the needs of the people in other words the business side or suppliers of political run services in all countries. I don’t blame all the civil servants its just that their systems and hierarchy agendas clash with those at the coal face trying to do a good job. I can tell you having been in countries that are not part of the free world their bureaucracy is far worse. Here endeth my rant.
I wrote this after getting an ear bashing from a person on why they have never voted in a political election. After that they went on about how much they hate our present Government and the local council before telling me about the good politicians in history who they never voted for. Interestingly when I made the comment no political party or politician is perfect my ear basher took that point as a good reason not to vote at all. Feeling a bit frustrated after this discussion I recorded these words below down.
People Power
When I look at the planet.
There is more of us than them.
The people that cause the mayhem.
I’m not in that place where a dictator holds the ace.
Every now and then I get a chance to choose a King or Queen.
A leader on our scene.
In many places that is just a distant dream.
That man from Liverpool.
Did he sing about a fool.
A Fool On The Hill.
Or was it Power To The People.
Once there was the age of Aquarius.
Now its the age of trying it on.
Maybe I should sing a different song.
Join a mindless throng.
Maybe my vote was wrong.
At least I went along.
Just because I gave them my vote.
Doesn’t mean I live In a mindless space.
A space surrounded by a moat.
Or people on a slippery slope.
I wont march to the beat of their drum.
Or will I sing their every note.
I gave them my vote.
I have never been that good at placing bets at the tote.
I played my cards with no ace up my sleeve.
I just did what I believed.
Isn’t it true at times we all get deceived.
I get sick of people who say they don’t vote because its a waste of time.
They then complain and say its their fault not mine.
They drink their wine and join the decline.
Call everyone else a swine while not giving it some of their time.
Just because people want to see me.
Based on some stereotype.
Doesn’t give me sleepless nights.
I wake up in the morning.
Sometimes to a different light.
Knowing I am only human and I don’t always get it right.
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Good one beamer a good bit of acoustic guitar and the young fella on sticks keeps it moving along nicely.
Phill I can feel the anger and an old myself in that moment realizing with all the conflicting emotions that its time to get out, reading your powerful words. It made me feel glad I have got Maree who has never played horrible mind games with me and has always if upset with me done in a way that doesn't disempower me emotionally or leave me torn. A brilliant piece of writing.
This is a song I have written with Phill. I will attach Phill's excellent recording also. It would be good to hear comments from folks out there on this one. Thank you Phill for making this song work.
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Gzel8wwFPBo&t=21s
12,000 Miles. Phill Williams and Peatle Jville
[Cadd9] 12,000 Miles today aint [G] nothing.
You might as well be right next door.
12,000 miles maybe half a world away.
But I [Fmaj7] can [C] talk to you the [G] same.
[Cadd9] 12,000 miles could be the [G] next bay.
The Valleys or just down the road.
You could be standing in an alley on the phone.
[Fmaj7] 12,000 [C] miles away from [G] home.
(CHORUS)
[D] 12,000 miles aint [A] nothing.
[Em] A strange embrace or something [D] else.
[D] Distance [Daug] doesn't mean a [C] thing by [G] phone.
[Fmaj7] 12,000 [C] miles away from [G] home.
[Cadd9] Doo, doo, doo, doo, doo, doo [G] doo do. Etc
[Cadd9] I saw you standing on the [G] corner.
I saw you picking up your phone.
I saw you dial-up my number.
[Fmaj7] 12,000 [C] miles from [G] home.
(CHORUS X2 > DOO, DOO ETC)
My covers of other peoples songs are best heard by the deaf. The ones with hearing have learnt not to ask me to attempt to cover someone else's song. Most probably I could be used as a way of getting people to go home. Once I start singing and playing everyone suddenly realizes they need to leave and head home.
Jim you have a magic way of writing about this Covid thing and how it has shaken the world. 2019 none of us could have imagined how the world was going to be hit in 2020 and 2021. Your a brilliant powerful songwriter.
Cheers Jim I agree Phill sounds great. Thankyou for your good wishes. This year is Phill and Ann's fortieth anniversary also.
This song is based on a true story of a young man in his teens meeting a girl and not realizing that one day she will be his love of his life. Young man later on in life in his late twenties gets romantically involved with this same lady he met as a teenager after both had gone through a relationship that wasn't right.. They are soul mates, best friends and lovers this time for the rest of their life. In this year 2021 this couple will be celebrating their fortieth Anniversary. This is my story with Maree and so as a result I sent the start of an idea some lyrics with bad singing and guitar, to Phill Williams in the hope he could help me with his exceptional musical talent, make a good song out of this story of me and Maree. Not only did Phill grab hold of my initial idea perfectly, he also added better lyrics and music .His performance of this song is brilliant. Part of the reason why this song worked as it is does is this year is Phill and Ann's fortieth anniversary also. They met in their teens and had a very similar history as Maree and I. So this song is an amalgamation of a couple in Wales and a couple in New Zealand love history.
Robin and his merry men
went dancing in the Duck and Hen
when the bard stopped playing they screamed "AGAIN"
he was too afraid to offend
so once again picked up his harp
an arrow straight and oh so sharp
buried deep inside his heart
"a murder" went up the cry
it was not me, that is a lie
I've been set up said little John
the true assassin has left and gone
my word he didn't play that bad
said all but Robin of the tuneless bard
let's all depart and search the woods
for surely he must have stole some goods
I bet he's stashed them `neath a tree
some glittering gold I would happy be
if I came across this treasure sure
to line my nest said Robin Hood
not so much a robin he...
is more of a magpie
Good one Phill.
I met a Scottish man.
Who on introduction said.
My name is Robin Herd.
This man from Great Britain.
With whom a local lass he was smitten
He purred and called her his kitten.
This made Marion his kitten loved him even more.
He finally got married to her.
After everyone said marry him Marion.
On day of receiving wedding invite with his kitten about to be new last name written.
I thought this is absurd..
It was not written as Herd
It was then it hit me that I had misunderstood.
I couldn’t see the trees for the wood.
I cant Kiwi pronounce the names of people in my neighbourhood.
I have heard, Herd instead of Hood.
It was now I understood.
His name was really Robin Hood.
Hope that’s not too absurd.
My poem play on a word misheard.
Before those men in white coats manacle me.
Take me away from here and my play words.
I know many others hath most certainly could have done this better than me.
Hope there is someone else around.
Who would like to have a play.
Before this post goes away.
I hail from land of Robin Hood
Maidens are fair and the beer is good
Where the major oak not minor spruce
Hid Robin from the hangmans noose
Ayup mi duck a common greeting
The happy sound of good friends meeting
And Peatle I extend those words to you
Halfway round this globe so blue
Amazed by YouTube video when I dared to look
Wishing you would write a book
A best seller it would stand apart
With words that come straight from your heart.
Cheers Keep It Real and thank you I enjoyed that.
I am not that sure if I wrote a book.
It would get a look.
Be read by one or no one.
Maybe when the sun it disappears on winters night.
People could use said books to keep the fire alight.
Friends of Robin Hood the good people of Sherwood
Could use it instead of wood.
The heat from said fire.
Could be used to heat up Maid Marion’s Fryer.
Down at the Tuck Inn.
When there people could try her delicious fare, Rabbit and Hare
And a duck dish called Friar Tuck.
Opps. I should have said Fryer Duck.
I don’t want as a result of my slip of the tongue.
The Sheriff of Nottingham chasing me.
Whilst enjoying ones self at the Tuck Inn
if one has an urgent need a call of nature.
Don’t worry there is nice clean little potty.
Her little john.
In a room out the back.
Cheers Phill and EB thank you for your comments and giving this post a butcher's hook. EB reading Phill and Mojos poetic words full of good humour has made this turn into a very entertaining exercise. Reading my bits, it does look like I was scotch mist but ever since my lungs have run out of collar and cuff, I have had to leave the turps alone. I guess writing my last add on to this post, writing something around a person's aversion to using the word for bottle and glass is a bit strange but hopefully it gave people a laugh. I was trying to write it a little bit in a Elizabethan, Shakespeare style but didn’t have enough knowledge of those words or way of using them in a sentence. Trying to educate myself I went down to the library today to read up on Willy Shakespeare and was surprised to learn that he invented many of the words that he used in his plays. Shakespeare is credited with contributing more new words to the English language than any other single person – approximately 2,000. I always thought all his words were the standard way people spoke in the Elizabethan era until now. I am hoping now someone else might have some clever words they might want to add to this. So far this has been a fun experience for me. Thank you chordie for indulging me.
my grass is green
as green as a bean
a green bean of course
a green bean running
a runner bean, therefore
a flyer in the airforce
a pilot in a grey suit
not a business man in his flute ( cockney rhyming slang for suit)
a flute to make the sound toot
a journey takes it's own route
or maybe just a plant root
or just a shoot of grass
Thank you Phill I really enjoyed the way you wrote that with good humour this has been really entertaining for me yours and Mojos clever feedback.. In the spirit of joining in this and having some more fun with words, Phill I will have another go at this as a word play on your four last words, " a shoot of grass" as my second sentence starting point and see where it takes me. I will take on the persona of a character who doesn't want to use a word that rhymes with grass.
As I sat on our cut grass.
A shoot of grass.
Shot up into my bus pass pocket.
Not the part that sits on the grass.
And that a be.
Not that part of my anatomy,
Some say is pronounced with an ah and ends with a is.
For now that a be.
All from me.
Today I have had my hours in the garden.
Time for me to head inside.
Take of my dirty jeans.
Nothing obscene.
Just time with my queen.
Who loves my green beans.
My long-suffering missus.
Drinking lemonade and lime.
We are taking our time.
Happily, me and my cheese and kisses.
Talk about Beirut.
While eating our hot beetroot.
Plus, some fruit.
Time to get changed into my whistle and toot.
It could be a hoot.
As the rubbery dub beckons. (Pub)
With the help of natural gas from my baked beans.
The air force the beer.
Out of my glass.
I sat down and talked about my past.
The barmaid with a wink and a smile makes a pass.
That makes me almost fall down.
On my glass.
Some people suggest to me In jest not glass the backside word should be used.
Not for me that replacement word for that part of my anatomy.
To be or not to be no say I to a pub Shakespeare that word that rhymes with pass is not to be used by me..
Not for you drunken bum shaking your pool spear at me will I mention that part of my anatomy.
If this was old England a place with different cues.
They would banish you pointing with raised finger to a far queue.
After a challenge to my honour and one game of pool.
With a quick turn of phrase my unsaid part rises of bar stool.
That was enough for me.
The bar room scribe in me and my anatomy.
Maybe we should have talked about astronomy.
With certainty and dignity.
Time to leave the Pear & Fig.
Head back to my digs. (Digs my home my accommodation)
My home with no Gnomes in the garden.
My happy crash pad.
With nothing sad not even a cold shoulder or hot tongue abusing me.
Just for lucky me a hot meal cooked with love, Italian parsley, rosemary and fresh garden thyme.
Can’t find anything else that might rhyme.
I’ve run out of time.
To add more lines.
To the other’s with poetry on chordie. I doth my hat to you in praise.
With all my twist and strange turns of phrase.
I wouldn’t be surprised if you want me to burn and put my body in an urn.
Die on stage and leave this page.
( Digs is a slightly old fashioned term, for student accommodation or military use of civilian lodgings which are traditionally known as "digs". Actors and musos on tour would also use the term "digs" if staying at a cheap hotel or bed & breakfast house. Here in NZ some nowadays use it as a name for their home my digs )
ok more bad limericks kind of a Shakespeare meets DR. Seuss meets ....well me
my apologies in advanceto pee or not not pee
underneath yon oak tree
this the question that i ask of thee
i am in a quandary as you can seeshould i pee from my front stoop
most certainly i should not poop
among the bushes should i pee
i think not for thorns there be
should i pee along the fence
to mark my land and leave my scent
should i simply pee on the ground
or in the grass to make no sound
where to pee i must make a stance
for if i wait to long i will pee pants
Mojo that is absolutely brilliant.
Mojo that is brilliant made me laugh your real good.
To bee or not to be a honey bee circling my tea under the shade of an old oak tree.
With Shakespeare in hand.
I heard the owner of the proper tea.
Yelling at me.
That is no place to have a pea.
Leave my old oak tree.
Get of my property.
With the words of Shakespeare ring in my ears.
To bee or not to be.
Or was it.
To pea or not to pee.
I heard Paul Mack Cart A Knee voice,
singing let it bee
or was it let it pee.
Cheers Mojo, Grah, Phill and Jim.
Funny thing when I posted this.
I thought no one will post a reply or follow this.
Very few would understand or get this.
Even though it is only four of you.
Who it got through to.
For some reason that is far better than what I had expected.
Cheers and thank you it is real good to hear from you.
As of this time now we have four replies.
Thank you guys.
If four is good enough for the Beatles.
That will have to do for me.
I will have a cup of tea.
Go to the garden eat my pea.
Sorry only word I could rhyme with tea.
Notice it is pea not pee.
I would never take the.
I know it’s a bit cryptic.
I will leave it up to you.
To find words to rhyme with this.
Maybe my next post will be better than this.
I am thankful to all who reply to this.
I’m not trying to be mysterious or obscure.
And if I am.
I’m sure there is a cure.
To those who find me boring.
I'm sorry I got you snoring.
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