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Brody Blue Feb 9
Forever young are we
After they took that photo
I shed a tear molting from
The growth of the oboe
An orchestra they call us
But they misinterpret
Our melodies don't settle well
They are too far from perfect
And though an offbeat hymn
Is quite unique, the chance is slim
That you and me - you and I -
Were made to survive the night
So I suppose we juxtapose our movements

And drink the night away
And sing to hide away
The things we keep inside
And have a fly old time
'Cause you and me - you and I -
Were made to survive the night
So that's what we should do

Looking thru our letters
That pathetic alphabet
My smirk begins to widen
As my vision fades to flesh
And the moons that turn
Into dates upon the chart
Flash in empty space
Several centuries apart
And though the candle burns
The moonlight vandals yearn
For you and me - you and I -
To not survive the night
So be sure to endure their prudence

And drink the night away
And sing to hide away
The things we keep inside
And have a fly old time
Because you and me - you and I -
Were made to survive the night
So that's what we should do
Brody Blue Jan 1
Give me chastity, O Lord
But please don't give it yet
There's some things I'd like to do
And not have to regret
I do pray though, O Father God,
That you are not a man
But instead a lady, fine,
With loving, gentle hands
And, if my desire be forbade:
Goddess, sing the rage

If you wish to have all man
Inside your tender palm
Flock your prophets to the mount
And tell them they are wrong
For it was not a warrior clad
With armor, nor with sword,
But a woman, curious,
Who brought us to be lords
And a mother's love cannot decay
Goddess, sing the rage

All faithfulness is out our mouths,
Our throats' an open tomb
We seem to have forgot all
When we came from your ****
Don't bother resting at our feet
Your reverence is too great
Just cast your wrath at our end
When we are at your gate
And, in death, we'll give our praise
Goddess, sing the rage
Brody Blue Dec 2018
We were young and lost at sea
And red, the morning warned
Prepared to brace a gentle breeze
We faced the perfect storm
When from the depths of heaven
Came the ***** angel fast
The hour was eleven
And her squinted eyes, they flashed
And she drove off ev'ry dream
–––  she drove off ev'rything
She promised me eternity
And everlasting glory
She's my memento mori

Unraveled like the band of stars
That stain'd the sullen eve
Were her flashing teeth, quite marred
By blood from fallen kings
Laced into her aura
Two polar forces rot
One is true with horror
The other one is not
And you will choose to believe
In the one that you seek
When she promises eternity
And everlasting glory
She's your memento mori

Pacing thru this vicious cycle
Set down here by fate
****** unto this broken mile
Stretching from his gate
Many hear the chorus
As a beacon of fair light
But the angels ain't here for us
They're here to take our life
And we will fall for her touch
And we will use it as a crutch
When she promises eternity
And everlasting glory
She's our memento mori

She promised me eternity
And everlasting glory
She's my memento mori
Brody Blue Dec 2018
In the beginning
Lies a young boyish need
To split the ole nest
To see the unseen
The oceans to cross
The lands of the world
The end of the trail
Where you win the girl
Just don't stop looking
For a song to sing
Keep on yondering

For your journey
You're set to embark
Prepared to be fired
To light up the dark
Despite people's words
You know you won't fall
On top of the world
You'll look down on 'em all
Just don't stop looking
For a song to sing
Keep on yondering

Romance is the myth
That finally bursts thru
Past the grips of the dreams
That cause you much rue
You find your love
Creeps slyly in front
Of your eyes and smiles
She gently taunts
Just don't stop looking
For a song to sing
Keep on yondering

Somewhere my love
Lies sleeping all alone
In some dreary town
She thought I'd call home
Behind those lights
That stand like guards
I left not a thought
Only my regards
I can't stop looking
For a song to sing
I keep on yondering
Brody Blue Oct 2018
Around the clock
     By lot we rot
To rags and boneless
                            Candid
As the hour and
     The second hand
Seem both locked-up in
                            Handcuffs.
We lost our mules
     To Arkansas,
In parts we saw 'em
                             Vanish,
As we both stood
     In silence, blood
Cov'rin' ev'ry
                              Canvas.
If they'd only had
     The medicine
And met us in
                              Raton,
This mess we're in
     Would fester some,
Then just as soon
                              Pass-On;
But now on the edge
     Of the tiresome sea,
Each pledging
     The other to
                              Stone,
Pushin' and shovin'
     Our hand in some glove
In one fast move
     Will be
                              Gone.
Meanwhile, the tides
     (Poised by Poseidon)
Rise and
                              Disappear;
Hound dogs bay
     Beyond the bluff;
Bandits watch the
                             Pier;
And I look thru
     My lookin' glass;
You, into your
                            Mirror,
Both only saying
     Anything
The other wants to
                             Hear.
Though ev'ry dime
     Was lent, we spent
Them all to keep us
                             Floatin'
As autumn rolled
     Past summer's fold;
Now, winter holds the
                              Ocean.
No matter how
     We stack the deck
The cards cannot be
                              Chosen
So the ones at hand:
     Take 'em fast!
Before the river's
                              Frozen;
But,
     Taking too fast
     Won't make it last;
Watch out!
            Don't crash!
                             Bewarned!
A ******* gets faster
     In the late second-half
Dry,
     In the eye of the
                             Storm.

At midday
     You insinuated,
'neath the noontide
                            Sun
That I'm someone
     Who multiplies,
But will divide by
                            None;
Who swears he can
     Be counted on, yet
Never counts past
                             One;
Who cannot tell
     All he's lost
Apart from all he's
                             Won.
Who to and fro
     And back again
Has witnessed ev'ry
                              Sky,
From Anchorage, to
     San Juan Hill;
From Bangor, to
                             Hawaii;
Who, facing off with
      History, compiled
On the
                             Sly
A litany of victory
     By trickery,
Where
                            I:

                 Took on one sun
                       Won by one
                                           Handsome
                 Rook took from
                        His high-hilled
                                           Mansion
                 Took ev'ry bird,
                        Turned words into
                                             Anthems;
                 Took the book
                          And shook out
                                              Ransom;
                  Met Set head-on,
                         Left 'im severed and
                                              Scrammed,
     ­             Put roots to soil
                         And oiled the  
                                               Cams;
                  Ran and ran after
                         That sure-footed
                                                Ram;
                  Stood under the light
                          With the swarm of the
                                                ******

And you ain't wrong:
      Life is long;
But time is swift,
      Adrift and
                             Blazin'
But you'll get burned
       If you don't learn
Advice is better
                             Taken
But
     Taking too fast
     Won't make it last;
Read!
       It's written in
                              Red:
A ******* gets faster
     In the late second-half;
'tleast, that's what
      The last one
                               Said...
Brody Blue Sep 2018
A young man is wanted for ******. A hired hand at his heels, he wanders the earth in search of solace. Finding oasis in a tired old town, he waits for the ties to be bound.
Brody Blue Aug 2018
Well, I woke up this mornin’,
All wound-up, down in the deep,
Laid-back under the haystack half asleep,
When she pulled up
In her Cadillac, uh huh
And pointed to the two pillows
In the back, uh huh
But will she get to me?
We Shall See

Out behind the barn
We tore thru the broomcorn plot;
Then up in the loft,
She cut the tops of my bootstraps off;
But she fits the bill
All by herself, uh huh
All nine-yards on
A five-foot shelf, uh huh
But will she get to me?
We Shall See

When autumn has rolled
Past the summer’s fold,
If the line goes slack,
If the wheels won’t go,
‘Cause I’ve never cried,
Not when mother died,
Nor this mornin’
When you went away —— ——
Was it then? Or was it yesterday?

I told her: “It’s not fair,
But for the state of your land,
To give your slaves to their fate
Then pay them to ***** on demand!”
Then she said to me
While she was fixin’ her hair, uh huh:
“Some loser’s always tryin’
To make the whole world fair,” uh huh;
But will she get to me?
We Shall See

When autumn has rolled
Past the summer’s fold,
If the line goes slack,
If the wheels won’t go,
‘Cause I’ve never cried,
Not when mother died,
Nor this mornin’
When you went away —— ——
Was it then? Or was it yesterday?
A song about a stranger
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