It's not easy leaving you behind me
Without you, Babe, I lost my song to sing
No pleasure bring my heart as much elation
I've had too much to dream

I've tried to fall in love on other pillows
But there's no match for sweetness I have seen
No lips can lift me to the stars we climbed to
I've had too much to dream

I took you to many far off places
England...France...the palace of the queen
We've climbed the Eiffel Tower
'Heard Big  Ben toll the hour....
But no one else can make it so serene

Those memories will hold the center focus
New fantasies can never make the scene
Without you there's just nothing to imagine
I've had too much to dream

I've prayed high to the heavens
For you to come along
Now I've awakened in this dream
Where nothing's feeling wrong
So let your loving lips
Keep doing what they do
And we're gonna be so high
Stars surround me and you

It's warmer then the sunshine
Inside your close embrace
As I close your eyes with kisses
I see all the worlds in space
If Jupiter moons have oceans
We'll warm some chilly beach
Then take a spin by Venus
As the need between us meets


I WANNA DREAM THIS DREAM WITH YOU
WHERE I'LL HOLD YOU ALL NIGHT THROUGH
FIND ALL THE  LOVE IN STORE
WHERE NONE HAVE GONE BEFORE
A PERFECT FANTASY FOR TWO
I WANNA DREAM THIS DREAM WITH YOU


We'll have to visit Mars'
Two yellow satellites    
'Make romance in that moonglow
Where two moons shine so bright
We'll dance on Saturn rings
Let our slow dance melt the cold
I'll hold your celestial body
Let our chimera unfold.....

CHORUS

I’ve seen this same old street before
In every other town
Somehow It’s the same old street
That I keep going down
The signs say wine and women
It draws the men like flies
But it's a lousy atmosphere
To hope an old love dies

Just the same old painted faces
Same old two-bit places
Funny coming here to start anew
Walking through these bright lights reeling
I can’t find that same good  feeling
I wish there was road going back to you

It’s where men go when walls close in
And  shadows get too long
You need a woman in your life
The kind you had at home
And so you play the oldest game
Just reaching out for straws
Every town’s got the same old street  
The same old losing cause

Chorus

For some reason

I would love to heal

The distrust in your eyes

I love to circumspectly stare

At your Gucci underwear

I love to rip it off once more

And see it crumpled on the floor


I love to kiss you Paris style

It makes my heart beat, oh, so wild

As I make progress toward my goal

To put some rapture in your soul


Come with me to sweet Valhalla

While you're whooping, I will holler

In that celebration glory

****, I like a red hot story


It might last a hundred years

But if we don't please have no fears

We'll stay close on our connector

Till our last drop of heaven's nectar

It was all just a dream so real
that night we had such fun
I dreamed we got closer,
hanging on like one
And when my dream went deeper
The laughter went along
And soon I came to notice
the night  could not go wrong
I let ten happy fingers
go running through your hair
My appetite for you
was heating up the air
The lacy silk upon your chest
revealed a sweet outline
Where there were two impressions
I kissed one at a time
The fantasy was beautiful
That lovely night I spent
And dreams don't make you guilty
when you see the fallen tent

Focus giving to each man

Follow God the best you can

Lift the old, each time they fall

Be ones helping brothers all

Feed the hungry, offer roof

Sincerely try to light the truth

Remind us love is our duty

Then there's far more acts of beauty

Help each stranger have good days

Sometimes go out of your way

Surprising all the way we should

With gentle acts of doing good

So every day of life that's left

You'll learn to be your better self

Life is not a hammock

Between two palm trees

It's not a sweet mint julep

To sip on in the breeze

It's more Mount Everest

A steep or steeper climb

It asks a lot of you

But it's a chance to shine

Sorry, no fat plum

Will tumble in your palm

I hope that deadly truth

Will rouse no great alarm

If you thought life a picnic

It's a good assumption

You need a bigger pair

More substance and more gumption


Copyright Louis Brown

[One of my favorite studies in human nature.  This isn't written to downgrade mankind in particular.  I find most men to be pretty good guys.  This man is a pitiful awful exception.
He also hacks PCs and ruins them for using computers for what they were invented for].  He virtually ruined my song writing business.  May plagues and pestilences follow him each day of his life.

You let me see the worst in man
The rotten in his soul
His evil just a root from hell
His center of control
I grant he does not hide it
Invites my eyes to see
The evil he is caught up in
Yet strangely happily
He spares few gifts of kindness
It stays inside to fester
He and Lucifer are friends
And work so well together
He goes to church I guess to see
Some pilgrims wear a smile
He can't assimilate such love
It's poisons his own bile
He's wickedness on man's two legs
Who'd turn all good to bitter
God sees his handiwork go forth
And now might reconsider
This cannon loosed upon the world
This creep He has created
A hemorroid of mankind
So driven,  constipated
A feces of a fellow
A buzzard full of pukey
Don't step in none on Evans Mill
That chartreuse jinx is spooky

Women are a lot

Of crazy contradictions

Somewhere between the truth

And science fiction

Still it's hard to believe

She let him take my place

That's why I'm on a barstool

Looking lost in space

Who is that in my old easy chair
That old familiar face looks so still
Looks like me but it's not breathing
Does it mean it's time for leaving
Before my obligations are fulfilled

I woke up and realized it's just a dream
Gotta get it back together once again
I just want to keep it honest
Follow up on things I've promised
Make use of precious time to every end

Lord, I've got some making up to do
There's so many many dreams to carry thru
Let me walk this road on further
I've done so little for my brother
        Lord, I've got some making up to do

I want waste this chance to get it right
Let me live it to the fullest Lord I plead
My old pasture's looking green now
It's all ambitious dreams now
My obituary's much too soon to read
 
    CHORUS
        
        Tag:  Lord, I've got some making up to do



MUSIC BY BOBBY JOHNSON

You understand

Your enemy in war

You know they mean

To shoot between the eyes

But lovers tear

Your whole world apart

After they've disarmed you

With a smile

Her gentle love would guide me
At the time I first appeared
From that big slap on my bottom
Through a lot of growing years
She could look pretty tall
With that hickory switch in hand
Her love helped me grow into a man

Later at a football game
A young beauty cheered our team
When she offered me a ride I said
"Don't pinch me--let me dream"
From the first time that I kissed her
My heart was in her hands
Her love helped me grow into a man

While the road from boy to man can be fantastic...
                Some angels have to work a little magic

She was twenty inches long
When her mother cried in pain
The doctor smacked our baby girl
And, ohhhh, she raised some cain
But she got a whole lot quieter
When I held her little hand
Her love helped me grow into a man

A man grows some each season
Till he's all that he can be
From a mother's care, through a love affair
To the last but not the least
They all were sent from heaven
And it worked out like He planned
Their love helped me grow into a man

Tag:  Three angels helped me grow into a man



Copyright Louis Brown

I know I’ll pass this way again
And when I do you’ll take me in
But it won’t work just like before
I’ll hold you in my arms until
Sun splashes on the window sill
And then I’ll leave just like before

I know your arms will open wide
And welcome me so deep inside
And you’ll be all my own once more
But when the warm sensations fade
The parting won’t be long delayed
I’ll hit the road just like before

But I know soon we’ll meet again
Your lips will be so sweet again
You and I keep craving one taste more
But in the aftermath to come
Life looks different in the sun
And it won’t work just like before

We're on our way to the Milky Way
Far from a memory
There's nothing in my yesterday
As good as what I see
This woman's got it all for me
Our skin feels like one
Flying through eternity
I hope we're never done

This new angel's in my arms
Has set my spirit free
I finally found a love so warm
I forgot her memory
There's all I could desire
The imagination's sweet
We're fulfilling every dream
In our fantastic treat

Tonight we'll look for Venus
Where there's two cloudy moons
Make love on misty satellites
Between two sandy dunes
Speed around the cosmos
In a perfect flight so rare
So close to you I  know
Your loving takes us there

We'll pass the great big dipper
I'll drink a toast to you
The constellations will fly by
Till Terra Firma's due
My feet will stand upon our world
My mind still high in space
I've never gone so far with love
Than here in your embrace

The spoken language is not always clear
So just to make our points right here
We've learned to hush our lips
And talk with fingertips
Love is spoken here

Our body language is our text
Heading for what's coming next
Mutual admiration
Close communication
Love is spoken here

And the bruises of the day are swiftly healing
Nothing comes between us but good feelings
Shadows touch and lips combine
We leave the grinding day behind
Love is spoken here

It works out great we both agree
To stop the words for our recipe
When shadows blend with night
We always get it right
Our meanings come across to you and me

And the bruises of the day are swiftly healing
Nothing comes between us but good feelings
Shadows touch and lips combine
We leave the grinding day behind
Love is spoken here

From the time I saw your face, I wanted to learn from you
So Baby teach the course  I can really get into...
I wanna  earn all the answers, every credit in chemistry
'Wanna be an over achiever, have you believing in me

I wanna have love lessons in your arms
I want my lips to learn from lips so warm
I want those learning curves to lead the way
To a Magna *** Laude someday    
I wanna have love lessons in your arms

I like to analyze your smile down to the finest meaning
The homework is such fun it's almost like I'm dreaming
With you I'm in the fast lane and I pass the courses faster
Thanks for teaching me the ropes to help me get  my Masters

CHORUS

Bridge:
'Wanna get my education while learning from the best
I wanna earn a PH D being the teacher's pet

CHORUS

Copyright Louis Brown

Some love to see bare knuckle fights
Pro football has its fans
Lifting weights is fun for those
Who’d be a muscle man
Racing’s good for Earnheart
Who likes to come in first
Some men like to push a pen
And go from bed to verse

I’LL HAVE TO SAY THAT LOVE’S MY PICK
A GENTLE ONE; NO BROKEN BONES
WHEN NIGHT UNFURLS IT’S PLAYED WITH GIRLS
RED LIPSTICK AND COLOGNE
LIGHT A CANDLE; YOU’LL FIND THE HANDLE
AND GET THE HANG OF IT
I ADORE YOUNG MISSES, HUGS AND KISSES
THAT’S WHY LOVE’S MY PICK

You may have little fusses
Cause girls are complicated
But that’s part of the charm...
The making ups the greatest
There needs to be some peace on earth
So try this game for lovers
It’s a sport as old as time
Designed to  beat all others

CHORUS

Bridge:
It'll aways be top seed for winter games
n' summer beaches bare some pretty frames
You can fill your address book with pretty names....  

CHORUS

Love the present

This fleeting second

Indulge in the beauty

Of the flavor

The vision

Life's beautiful sounds

The fragrances

And focus on  the dalliances of love

For all the sweetness of the moment

Capture the full rapture

Of the awakened senses

Freeze the panorama

That you may remember

In full sound and color

It can not pass this way again


Copyright Louis Brown

There's a woman in my arms
As close as skin can get
I want to fall in love again
I'm still not ready yet
Your  shadow slips between us
Like every other time
And as cold chills cool the passion
Her love can't cross the line

My arms are full of memories of you
I pull the shades and lock the doors
But yesterday comes through
As I hold her in the dark
I still hold you in my heart
My arms are full of memories of you

I found her at an upscale dance
She's all woman to the bone
But I slipped and cried your name again
And I knew the night was gone
She slipped right through my fingers
Cause her pride can't play that role
She wants all of me or nothing
But it's not in her control

CHORUS

Copyright Louis Brown

How can You criticize the beast
You made with Your two hands
And fault him for his foibles
When he disrupts Your plans
He can't escape his draw backs
His skills and mind are weak
Before he bit the apple
He could have used a tweak
He only feeds the hungers
You programmed in his brain
He has two strikes against him
It's almost inhumane
We're dumb to **** each other
But You sowed every seed
So take him back into Your shop
Perfect him to succeed
You can't expect that much
From nothing but a dunce
If You can see the future
Please get it right for once



Copyright Louis Brown

God's gonna get him for that

God's gonna get him for that

We're gonna send our deadliest missiles

To bash his bunkers flat

He can holler for his Allah

But God never helps a  rat

Allah's gonna get him

God's gonna hit him

God's gonna get 'em for that


Copyright Louis Brown

They all start looking good

At one a.m.

A mystical transformation

Alters them

At eight o’clock it seemed

A scene like Halloween

Now behold the angels

The chorus girls

And living dreams

Much like a beauty pageant

Each with her diadem

They all start looking good

At one a.m.

Her smile can break

A lot of hearts

She's left a lot of hurting

But that hourglass

And that pretty as....er angel

She's already glad

You're flirting

If it won't last long

It's all okay

You can find another pasture

But for that much gain

It's worth some pain

So go ahead and ask her

Cause a perfect ten

In the eyes of men

Makes a sweet night to remember

And you can hope

She'll hit high notes

With such a pleasant timbre

That, that whole scene

Arranged perfectly

Will be a memory for the ages

Or with a microphone

You could make a song

To climb high on Billboard's pages

Sometimes
We are like an army of ants
Marching forward doing God's bidding
Stepping on faces
Resolute and yearning to succeed
Though multitudes of us
Will fall by the way
But barely slowing the many
Relentlessy persevering
To fulfill the Master Plan
And nothing will stop us
Nay!! Nothing!!!!
Er-r-r-r by the way
Oh Creator.....
Where we going?

There is a past age

That no one can alter

And tomorrow will be

What tomorrow will be


But here in the middle

Is one precious moment

A quicksilver instant

That challenges me

Copyright Louis Brown

There is a past age
That no one can alter
And tomorrow will be
What tomorrow will be

But here in the middle
Is one precious moment
A quicksilver instant
That challenges me

My favorite people are women
Right from the very beginning
Let the boss kick your tail
Let the stockmarket fail
In her arms you will know you are winning

Some come with the loveliest chassis
They like to put fog on your glasses
Pursue till you catch one
Persistance will fetch one
Who'll love to receive your cool passes

MY FAVORITE PEOPLE ARE WOMEN
THEY LOVE COWBOYS AND LAWYERS AND ******
THEY GIVE THEIR LAST CRUMB
MY MOTHER WAS ONE
MY FAVORITE PEOPLE ARE WOMEN

She has the same notion as you son
She's not a big teaser to out run
Commit a wee bit of chasing
Then it's time for embracing
Your libido is due for some fun

As you've kept your nose to the grindstone
Receiving great love from a fine one
If you're worn to deep slumber
You can take down her number
There's always another night, Son

CHORUS

They put me by the door
And I could see below
800 feet to the ground
A solid green carpet
Looking soft enough to sleep on.
But the limbs underneath
Were sharp and deadly.
It wasn't a good day
For a jump I thought.
Who wants to jump out of a C-47
On their first airplane ride
Into the wild blue yonder--
No one with good sense
As I answered my own question.
I remembered hearing about
The guy who received a parachute
Not knowing it needed repair
But he had faith nothing happened
To a nice guy like him.
So when he jumped out
And didn't feel the jolt slow down
His descent to the ground
He looked up with panicked eyes
And saw the chute fluttering away.
He muttered a few cuss words
When he saw the ground come fast.
He didn't pull his reserve in time
And never heard the deadly thud.
Those were my thoughts
As the T-7 parachute
Opened with the snap of a whip
Just as the parachutist behind me
Started walking on my canopy.
I could see his boots sink in deep
And I hollared, get your sorry *** off
You low life no good *******--
A panic lingo that flowed out
Because I was scared crapless
At the turn of events.
Luckily my chute didn't collapse
And his chute started floating away.
No harm done except my nerves
Were a little frayed.
It only takes about 8-10 seconds
To get to the ground
From the time you leave the plane.
So I looked down and there it was
With the wind blowing about 20 knots.
I could feel myself swaying
Much like a pendulum on a clock.
I wasn't trained to land on my back
As I'd learned the five point landing technique
But then the ground slammed my rear
With a sledge hammer effect
Knocking the light off in my brain.
But I must have awakened shortly
As the wind had opened my canopy
Dragging me across the rocky landing zone
Till I became aware and remembered
To pull the bottom risers on my chute
To empty the air from it
So I could roll on top of it.
Then an instructor came by yelling
Get your *** up soldier
And take your chute back where you got it.
I responded accordingly
Wanting to keep my nose clean
And make the rest of my jumps
So I could get my Parachutist Wings.
It would take 4 more jumps that week.
I had to meet those requirements
Or they would send my derriere oveseas
Where a war was going on.
That was all the incentive I needed
To bust my **** gladly
And claw my way to paratrooper status.
Geronimo-o-o-o-o-o-o-o
I thought sheepishly to myself
For my not so altruistic bravado.

Once I dreamed of a future heaven
Where all the angels since creation
Joined together and offered each spirit
One wish upon the podium of the mightiest kingdom
And I chose to focus the great spotlight
Across the massive audience of faces
I shined my light over many turning heads
Until I found her there shy and selfless
This gentlest and most angelic creature I could imagine
We hugged for long moments and I took her  to  the front of God's witnesses
This mother who made my life something of worth
Who never forsook me through all my years on earth
Making sacrifices for me every breath of her life
Performing countless expressions of love.....
And I wanted her to know what she meant to me
So when we finally arrived back at the podium I bent my knees
To the most unassuming soul in all creation
I respectfully shouted to God far up and behind the podium
Please bless this dear most kindest spirit that clay ever wore
The only one who would have given her life for me
Because she did...she did...My God...This Mother did!!!
And God came down to the little angel at His feet
He took his forefinger and lifted up her chin gently
And gifted her with the whitest wings within the crowd
Then mother smiled and looked so proudly at me
She put a hand on my shoulder, looked up to God
Thank you, My God, thank You and bowed again
And all the angels marveled at the tear on God's cheek
Rolling down His cheeks as the choir sang so beautifully
And it would be a day never to be forgotten in Heaven

Where jungles stood
Great cities rise
On desert wasteland
New farmland lies
Where man aspired
To rearrange
He dreamed a dream
And made a change
His mind is such
A shaping force
You wonder why
Man treds a course
Indulging pride
Enslaved to greed
For inexorably
They lead
To mercenary depths
So deep
His God must sit alone
And weep
As man improves
Each varied part
Except for his
Primeval heart

They think that it's right

To ****** day and night

And still be forgiven for their sins

It's time they met their lord

'Greet the longest sharpest sword

At the place where eternity begins

Once upon a century
I typed in microsoft
Testing metaphors
For new profundities
Much like the caveman did
Many centuries past
I strived to find a way
To scribble on a wall
Some moving exposition
In Century Twenty- One
I hammered mine on bond
With Brother script
To say something cool
That Shakespeare
Or his ghostwriters
Never put to pen
And finally
Wrapped it up
Did my wall
And left my card
Eat your heart out
O William the Bard

my obligation’s very

very simple

listening to the inner voice

the one that's kind and gentle

that guides me step by step

perceives the right and wrong

before i reach the fork

call it conscience

or what you will

when i heed that source

i know the way

that little voice

is the bottom line

i listen close

and all is well

I wander down
Old Macon Road
The countless years unreeling
I love the taste
Of  yesterday
Reliving every feeling
I wander by
The old home place
To gaze through cracked old panes
The laughing ghosts
Are looking back
As it begins to rain
A sudden storm unleashes
And the memories
Fade once more
Just a house
With falling clapboards
As winds blow off a door
I wander down
Old Macon Road
As I have done so often
Now back to sleep
Till Gabe’s ole horn
In my old rusty coffin

I knew the man who stole more miles
Along the southern rails
Fifty-five years he rode those trains
On plains and mountain trails

I don't know what possessed my kin
If running from or to
But he loved those long freight trains
The only home he knew

It wasn't that he cared so much
Where those big wheels would roll
It was always in the going
That satisfied his soul

You couldn't tie my cousin down
On icy days or warm
A whistling train was in his thoughts
The day he bought the farm

I'm very sure what Heaven's like
For that old pal of mine
It has to be a long long freight
On a long long railroad line.....

She's so beautiful

She makes my goosebumps tall

I've gone from lonesome

To a man who's got it all

The night's so good

I may never be the same

I'm so deep in love

Maybe I should ask her name

within this span
of fleeting time
i weigh the marrow
in your bones
exalting courage
most of all
i see your steps
from dawn to dawn

rich or poor
i watch you pass
black, white or tan
i do the same
let mankind know
my door swings wide
let anyone
enrich their name

though i am proud
to see you grow
i must require
that you fulfill
one vanity
that i may know
you seek me out
with fervent will


Copyright Louis Brown

Life's river's so wild

We may never cross it

Temptations lure us

But the chasm's too far

Love's a blessing or curse

For better or worse

I'm ready

Whenever you are

The river's so wild

We may never cross it

The chasm's too deep

And too far

Love's a blessing or curse

For better or worse

I'm ready

Whenever you are.....

Osama liked his days of glory
Until the Seals made it gory
But there's no grieving this barbarian
He slew so many innocents
He deserved his fast descent
The world is richer far without the man

He died a bullet in his head
Some celebrate his being dead
Except for those who wished he'd felt more pain
Some would have pulled his toenalls, all
And shot him thrice between the *****
Then pulled his teeth not using novocaine

We chased him for the last decade
And finally his bill is paid
We all feel blessed his murdering is through
They threw his carcass in the sea
No angel welcome, c'est la vie
To Satan's antichrist, to Hell with you

Thus reads the story of Osama
Who should have listened to his Mama
But went about destroying the peace
They vowed to catch the shifty ****
The man GW fumbled on
But Obama sent him down to meet the Beast

There is a hate spouter named Rush
His brain spews great piles of horse mush
He thinks that Sarah
Is the first female savior
But we know that Palin's a bust

She lost the race in the last one
They’ll lose warming over this past one
We poo on her chatter
She’s short on gray matter
And Limbaugh must truly have none

His whole diatribe is a crock
But He thinks his candidate’s hot
As we know she’s copeless
And far beyond hopeless
And that’s why we owe Limbaugh a lot

So when you bed down on this night
Thank God that Rush Limbaugh ain’t bright
We’ll smile to remember
When cometh November
If right wingers followed his flight

Can't you see

Our legacy

Is love

So perfectly

It fits us

Like a glove

You're a woman

I'm a man

So recognize

The survival plan

Can't you see

Our legacy is love

There once was a candidate Ryan
The right wing see in him their lion
This nemesis to our healthcare
Paul only fights for good wealthcare

He voted with Bush to disaster
The economy never fell faster
Wee is his knowledge of foreign affairs
If he gets the job we'll need daily prayers

A bad Catholic some blogs call him
Some hope pestilences befall him
Many think he's no wiser than Palin
That could cause Mitt Romney's failing

He'll hurt poor folks; he'll hurt the middle
We'll starve as old Mitt plays the fiddle
So it would be better to vote not at all
Than choose young Attila, this candidate Paul

We must fill

Our short journey

With laughter          

Savor moments

So precious and brief

For time is

A hammering ocean

And life is

A vanishing reef

There’s mystic poets
I figure not
And why does thunder
Bring rainbow arcs
When God passed out
Fine minds galore
I must have been
Behind the door
For with galaxies
And inner depths
I'm overcome
With so much breadth
Too much to grasp
And penetrate
There's just too much
Upon my plate
My data base
Should be much greater
My wee gray matter
Won’t hold the data

Passion is born
From chemistry
And the human touch
Combine that with love
And you're off
In a rush
Such desperate haste
When passions connect
Climbing to pinnacles
So sweet
To collect

The monkeys chatter in the trees
And peel their big bananas
The Caribbean evening brings
Delightful panoramas
The jungle birds all sing their songs
As sunlight heads due west
The girls in string bikinis
Make all the men feel blessed
I love the plump and ripened fruits
Where conchitas drive me nuts
It’s fun to kiss the maidens
So friendly with their b..er..hugs
I do thank these island people
For the *** that they distill
I was meant to flip the bottoms up
In Pina Coladaville

I was scared he'd be going
And leave me behind
But he's cancelled Tucson
'Bought a diamond that shines
Now I know he meant it
When he said soft and low
Honey, this is the first time
I've ever been throwed

You know the truth

Already in your heart

Intuition

Has all answers

From the start

As roses

Don't ask how

They just bloom

Upon the bough

Be still

And truth unfolds

Within your heart



Copyright Louis Brown