No harm no foul baby.
I'm guilty then
Cuff me and
Take me away.
You  are an old soul
The one with witchy ways.
I would sit and absorb your essence for simplicities sake
To the core of you
A wellspring of flatted 5ths.
Kilter be dammed.
The watcher in me would come alive and thrive to hold you up to the light...turn you this way and that. Sit and watch the exquisite dance cadence from your lips as you speak the alphabet or whisper a silent prayer.Caputred by you.
Enraptured by your eyes hypnotic charms but you know these things to be true.
This thing is as old as the hills the moth to flame the hunter and the game

Don't Call Us ( we'll call you )

running with my loaf of sugar
trying to reach the top of the world
the boards were singing fine flatted fifths
and the strings were burning the fuzz tones
the radio station said they had no time
maybe I should try again later
so in other words what you're saying is
don't call us, we'll call you

well I wouldn't put it that way exactly
let me hook you up with the green eyed lady
she will give you the direct approach
although at times she'll ask for tongue in cheek
when Hammond eggs sung the clickity clack
we wanted so desperately to return
but we would not let those thoughts proceed
so when they called back for our help
we simply, succinctly, sweetly  said
don't call us, we'll call you

Gomer LePoet...

The day is normal as any other day
Johnny wakes up for school with a note by his bed
His mom tells him to behave and apologies she couldn't stay
He gets up and combs the hair on his head

On the way to school he cuts through the rail-yard
He stops for a minute to put some pennies on the track
On the way out he slips past the old guard
Times dwindling down, he knows he has to pack up the slack

At school he’s greeted by no one
He sits alone in his class, dreaming of escaping
Pondering to himself if it could really be done
As he stares out the window at the landscaping

When school is out, he rushes to the local diner
He scarfs down enough food to feed a family of four
As if he hasn't had any food that's finer
After he's finished, he still asks for more

On the way home he collects his now flatted pennies
He tucks them away in his pocket
Back at home he has plenty
He’s saving up to buy a rocket

A rocket to fly away from here
To go somewhere only he will know
So, then he will no longer fear
If only he was able to go

By the time he gets home, the sun has faded away
He walks through the door and shuts it lightly
He looks to broken glass on the ground with a loss of words to say
And he holds his fist ever so tightly

Before he can take another step, he is pushed to the ground
He feels a drop of beer hit his face
He looks up and his father ask if his mother has been around
Johnny doesn't answer, his father calls ham a disgrace

A few more bottles are thrown in anger
Johnny is then thrown and locked in his room
He wishes she could have taken him with her
And not leave him to this doom

Johnny cries though the night
Praying for a chance to leave
To fly away like a kite
He wonders if his being too naïve

When he wakes the day is as normal as any other day
Johnny wakes up for school with a note by his bed
His mom tells him to behave and apologizes she couldn't stay
He gets up combs his hair and wishes his father was dead