Oh don't go deep into my waters baby,
for I run cold  under neath,
Stay close to your life line baby,
don't go where you caint see.
For I can be refreshing to you baby,
or sweep you out to sea.
No, No, don't go dredging in my dark waters, baby,
got no control over what you will see.
If you let the foolish side of you take over,baby,
you not going to like what you find in me.
I'm like the ocean waters, oh so much uncontrolled energy,
I can give so much to you baby,
just got to know there is no controlling me,
I'm not in charge of my dark waters baby,
so you'd be a fool to  not believe........
Don't go deep into my waters..........Baby.

If I were to get to Carnegie hall
Oh, how I'd have such a ball
I'd sell out the whole venue
But all it seems I'm able to do
Is play sad songs on 6th avenu
Doing anything to get out there
But ask anyone in town, my names not out anywhere
Just waiting around for my dreams to come true
I've got things to prove to me and to you
I'm just a shadow away
Patiently waiting for that day
To play at Carnegie hall

Notes; nice notes nagging at me. nice but not 'nough.
Chords; crystal clear in my ear. Clever but cutting.
Music; my marvelous melody. Each measure brings me muse. Making me move.

Feel        it       running       through      you
With      each      note,      each      rhythm ­     making      you      feel      more                         ­             alive
a          c         c       e      l    e    r   a   n do
Faster!                  Faster!       Faster!  Faster! FasterFasterFaster!
Feel  that?  That's  adrenaline!  That's  mus­ic  running  through  your  veins
Bringing you higher with each step. Breaking free.
                                                                ­
                                                                ­      This is what I live for.
                                                                ­      This one performance.
Everything else is nothing to me
                                                              ­ All my doubts have all                                                              ­    ...vanished
And I realize
All I'm doing is pressing a couple buttons and staring at black dots on paper and a man waving a wand
                                                            ­     But it's beautiful, sweet music.

It's.                                                    ­                                                                 ­                                                         Magic

Tick.    Thud.    Tick.    Thud.
Can the audience hear that?
                                                  The sound of my heart beating syncronously with the metronome
I hope not. Because all I hear is the simultaneous thud/tick of nerves.
                                                                ­                                                              Don­t show your nerves

Can the audience see that?
                                               The sweat that's accumulated on your palms
I hope not. Because all I feel is a cold slimy instrument in you hands. Slipping like butter.

Can the audience feel that?
                                               That frantic look you're giving everyone
I hope not. Because angst and apprehension don't go over well with spectators.

                                                               ­                                                                 ­              Just don't show your nerves.
                                            Relax.
      ­                                                 And take some deep breaths.

Inhale, tick, thud, exhale, tick, thud, inhale, tick, thud, exhale tick, thud
Inhale, tick, exhale, tick, inhale, tick, exhale
Inhale, exhale, inhale, exhale
Inhale, *play

Notes,

Fly off the page and guide me with your solace

Carry me far from here

Explain to me the all unclear

And dear notes,

Please never leave me

Give me comfort in melody

Rhythm,

When I need a friend

Distract from all that will impend

And through the choppy syncopation

Help me find sweet consolation

i started playing, alone in misery

But ended smiling from your trickery

Dear music,

So cunning and deceiving

Blanket my woes

Make my happy so nobody knows

my maestro, how do you -
with your baton - keep the
pulse of my heart aching
for the broad gestures your
open arms insinuate?

tell me wholly, how you -
with your hands - conjure
in me an anthem con brio,
then throw me subito doloroso
and even so, never losing
your scherzando.

plug-in your head music
remember being young
on a pogo stick
a unicycle
with training wheels
under
sunshine of your
love

o’ shine on
you crazy
diamond
run in the
jungle
feel the rain
on sunny day
and let it be
misunderstood

stop your moon tears?
run in Reeboks?
come on
you painter of
words
chew
good & plenty
plant
lime lima beans
kaleidoscope kale
juicy fruit gum
harvest
magenta mangos
paisley peaches

or go to an auction
bid on
T-bone
bubble gum
sprout beans
Tahitian telecaster
pre-rolled wagon wheel
sweet sixteen candles
Hound Dog Taylor’s
Brownie McGhee loafers

no?
yes?

don’t change
your lunatic fringe
in twilight’s open season
read
The Hidden Singer
dance
boogie woogie
cha-cha-cha
outside the house of the rising sun

so turn it up, Mr. James
your big wheel
keeps on turnin’
groove
to the little bird
who sings and sings

© 2011 chuck a stetson

Words are lovely
but can sometimes be dull
depending on your mood.
You can make someone fall in love,
or break an innocent heart,
or have someone jump with glee,
or maybe have a poor soul wallow in despair.
Words can sometimes sting
just as much as it can comfort.
So next time you write something down,
think twice.
You may not be saying something nice.

and every morning when I wake
I see your shadow there
beside me in the bed in which I lay
your scent fills the empty air
I reach out my hand desperately
trying to feel what remains
but there was only coldness
and fear, heartache & pain
every bit of memory consumed
and devoured by time
I could never have lost you
for you were never mine

Wishing upon a kamikaze plane
Dancing in Titan’s rain
We could spend the day together on Hyperion
Never knowing if it’s short or long

Take me to the moons
They may call us loons
No one said we couldn’t swing
From Saturn’s rings

Surprise me with a star
Better yet a quasar
So I can be consumed
In the vacuum of you

I live between the stars
Until the sweet sun reaches out her arms
Slow to open my eyes
As to not wash away all that I fantasize

In my reverie
The galaxy
Is our playground

After you pleasure yourself with that mirror you're lookin' in
why don't you bring yourself down to the universe we're in

Look past yourself

I'm right in front of you, you can't see me standin' here
you're unconscious  ignoring brings my heart to tears

Look past yourself

Sometimes I complain about food I get to eat
It's dumb, where I live the world is at my feet

Look past yourself

Sometimes you feel invisible
but you'll learn to stand on your own
maybe they'll notice what you wear

Sometimes I feel invisible
but at least I can stand on my own
maybe they'll notice my hair

I know God didn't mean for anyone to be alone
It's tough when you're stuck in a world you can't condone

Look past yourself

Hey old man in the cadillac,
where you goin?
Hey old man in the cadillac,
where you goin?

What's the price you had to pay for those wheels?
Do they make your life seem more real?

Hey old man in the cadillac,
where you goin?

hey, hey, hey

Hey young woman with the gucci purse,
how's it goin?
Hey young woman with the gucci purse,
how's it goin?

I can tell by your bags you're too expensive for me.
Do designer clothes make you feel free?

Hey young woman with the gucci purse,
how's it goin?

hey, hey, hey

Hey old man in the cadillac,
where you goin?
Hey old man in the cadillac,
where you goin?

What's the price you had to pay for those wheels?
True satisfaction must be something surreal.

Hey old man in the cadillac,
where you goin?

hey, hey, hey