Let it burn


Tear it up; you wrote it wrong.
It doesn’t sound poetic and it’s no song.
You couldn’t make it sound so succinct,
So tear it up and light it and throw it in the bin.


Tear it up and let it burn.
Burn, burn, burn;
Burn, burn, burn.
Tear it up and let it burn.
Burn, burn, burn;
Burn, burn, burn.


Write from the soul to make them feel it;
Don’t write a song so pathetically ****.
Make me feel like you really mean it;
Use whatever words are necessary to make it hit.


Or let it burn away like a star;
You used to dream of being something more than you are.
But now you don’t dream at all, because life has let you down;
You are becoming empty, inside now.


Tear it up and let it burn.
Burn, burn, burn;
Burn, burn, burn.
Tear it up and let it burn.
Burn, burn, burn;
Burn, burn, burn.


Feed the fire with your thoughts and feelings,
Burn them away by writing them down.
Sing a song to keep yourself believing,
Or do you believe there’s nothing left of you now?


Find a new song in the recesses of your mind
And let it out to lighten up the world.
Let it burn like a supernova in the sky;
Or throw your thoughts away into the fire and let it burn.


Tear it up and let it burn.
Burn, burn, burn;
Burn, burn, burn.
Tear it up and let it burn.
Burn, burn, burn;
Burn, burn, burn.


(C)2015 Aa Harvey. All Rights Reserved.

Late-night cravings
Seem pretty normal
You’re thinking about food
Right?
Desserts
Salty snacks
All that jazz
I crave those things
But I crave more
Songs
Feelings
People
I will stop what I’m doing
To listen to a song I crave
I will write and write and write
Until I reach a feeling I crave
And I will close my eyes and dream
About a person I crave
I want to soak up your presence
Like I soak up a song
Engrave every lyric in my mind
Lose myself in the melody
I
Crave
You

Music


Music is today’s poetry.  This is still our hour.
Music lets us become free from all the grind of power.
Music makes us fall in love with a moment in time.
Music is a memory; words are made to rhyme.


People need to dance and at the end, clap their hands.
Music helps us say those words,
When we are without a way to make you understand.
Beneath balconies we stand, with a ghetto blaster in our hands.
It’s raining, it’s pouring, so come on down and dance.


The modern day poet is a wannabee lyricist.
The modern day artisan produces music.
Music creates muses, because that’s what music truly is;
An collective event where nobody loses.


The sound of a song will be loved by someone
And the classics never miss; they reach out to everyone.
If it hits, then it’s a hit.
If it misses, then just forget it.
If you can’t, then it starts to become a repetitive, repetitive.
You hear it so many times, you still don’t like it, but you sing it
And in the end, you don’t mind anymore…
Sure; go ahead and play it on repeated.


(C)2017 Aa Harvey. All Rights Reserved.

Good woman


Looking for a good woman;
Been looking for her my whole life through.
Searching for some good lovin’;
This is my search and it leaves me feeling so blue.


Tryin’ to find her, looking everywhere I go.
I’m just looking for a good woman.
Won’t you give me directions to her, if you know?
I’m just looking at the women as they all pass on by.
Waiting on a good woman.
I’ve been waiting my whole life.


I’ve met the most beautiful roses,
And they all wilted away.
I’ve seen the brightest moonbeams,
And they all faded with the passing days.
I’ve woken up next to Goddesses,
And I’ve slept next to ugly hearts.
I’ve wasted too much time on empty dresses.
I’ve broken pieces of me that can’t be cured with stars.


I’m singing songs of lovin’,
But I’m lonely as a bee.
I’m writing poems about love,
But love is a thing I ain’t ever seen.
I’ve seen a thousand imitators,
And I’ve wined and dined a million fakes.
I’ve listened to other people’s stories;
All the lovers and all those I hate.
I could never believe their souls were good for me,
Because all I have ever known is misery.


Still time to find a good woman, they say.
I’ve still got time on my hands, so I pray.
I’ve been sitting on my hands forever.
I hope opposites truly do attract,
Because I am such a stupid man,
And I am still left here waiting for my love-life to get better.


(C)2018 Aa Harvey. All Rights Reserved.

You are my "almost"
an "almost" that I'll never have,
but still hoping for you to
come back.
I guess,
I'll just be stucked,
with our favorite songs;
and soundtracks
that we had jammed —
together.
I was wrong.
This won't last...
forever.

Live 8


The Black Eyed Peas and a green, Green Day;
I want this day to last forever; thank Bob for giving us Live 8.
A day of great bands, playing all their best songs;
From Bono and McCartney, through to Snoop Doggy Dogg.
All over the world, great bands play great songs;
We all know the words, so come on sing along.


Some people are pants; some become great human beings.
One day of your life, dedicated to the revolution.
Television to the world, a united way of thinking;
We must all join in, to find a solution.


A whole day of music, for a world with one feeling;
To tell your fellow man, to keep on believing.
One day we will end this and make Africa one great nation;
Sir Bob showed us the way, now we must start the revolution.


Twenty four hours of music, is a gift to the world;
It will enlighten any mind, but you can't forget the cause.
You can't have a great day and forget the dying boys and girls;
Because one moment will affect you,
It will soon change your world.


Some people are pants; some become great human beings.
One day of your life, dedicated to the revolution.
Television to the world, a united way of thinking;
We must all join in, to find a solution.


A kid gets to his feet, to not die in front of his sister;
There lays a baby, just waiting to die.
Without Bobs irate temper and the visions of Africa;
I would have felt nothing, I wouldn't have cried.


Then they showed a girl, who was so close to death;
If we all did nothing, she wouldn't be here now.
But Live Aid gave her life, helped her take a deep breath;
One vision of human beauty, as she looks out at the crowd.


This incredible woman, would not have grown to become a woman;
We would have denied the world, of such a beautiful face.
I would have never, seen such a beautiful angelic image;
Now I see her as a vision.  Human being’s saving grace.


Some people are pants; some become great human beings.
One day of your life, dedicated to the revolution.
Television to the world, a united way of thinking;
We must all join in, to find a solution.


(C)2005 Aa Harvey. All Rights Reserved.