SECOND FIDDLE

I’m not good at second fiddle
I have to be out in front
I’m not the kind who fakes it
I never learned to punt

I’m not that good at second string
I have to lead the way
I don’t know how to follow you
I never learned to play

So hold my hand as steadily
As you rosin up the bow
Teach me how to pluck the strings
That’s all I need to know

For when I sit and think about
The darkness of the night
The quiet times between the songs
My eyes don’t have the sight

For I never learned to see through pain
I haven’t got the knack
But shattered souls are gifts from God
‘Cos light shines through the cracks

No, I can’t stand for second fiddle
I have to sing the lead
So pick a song you silly one
And try some harmony

For you will be much happier
If I win this one for now
You can show me what to play
And I can show you how

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MAGNIFICENT MEANDERINGS

images[3] (3)Magnificent meanderings
My mind goes off to seek
Beyond the boundaries set before
The fences meant to leap

Omniscinet perpetual
The picture wide and deep
My eyes have been cast open
No more perchance to weep

Contractual perponderance
Forever sworn to reek
A new frontier is beckoning
Not useful to the meek

Magnicient meanderings
Goodbye I’ve gone to sleep
The truth is lost beyond there
A memory meant to keep

NO TIME

 

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My head’s in a shambles
My mood broken and blue
There’s nothing else that I’d rather do
Just sit here and let the tears flow like the Rhine
I wanna cry now, but I don’t got the time

The music won’t soothe me
I’m covered in funk
Would somebody play some Thelodius Monk
‘Cos today’s not the day I can do it I find
I wanna cry now, but I don’t got the time

So tomorrow I’ll pick a nice spot to sit down
I’ll make sure there’s nothing to do across town
There’s a tree I can sit under and
There I will pine
But today’s not the day I can do it I find
I wanna cry now, but I don’t got the time

My friends are all calling, they find me at fault
The frig is still empty, there’s no table salt
A loud moaning session would be so divine
But today’s not the day I can do it I find
I wanna cry now, but I don’t got the time

My soul is in ruin I want to deny
All the foolish desires I had for a time
An evening with tissues is a moment sublime
But today’s not the day I can do it I find
I wanna cry now, but I don’t got the time

So perhaps I won’t find the release that I seek
Cos there’s no place right now for me to go weak
Absolutely no time, positively no way
I’m tied up with stuff for the rest of the day
And my soul has more miles to go before I decline
So today’s not the day I can do it I find
I wanna cry now, but I don’t got the time

So I’ll mark on my date book the day that I spend
Ripping up all the bed sheets, the towels I will rend
And my feelings on hold will soon wither and bend
The bad times will soon come to a smashing dead end
For my head clears each day I’m with you I find
So I won’t cry right now, I just ain’t got the time

Eileen Loveman: From “Rhythms & Rhymes of the Heart 2002-2004” published 2005