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Round 35, Week 6

by Monday Morning 3AM Music Club

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1.
I used to read her like a book Now she’s closed to me I used to only need one look Now she’s a mystery Like an ancient epigraph on a mystic scroll Words that used to make her laugh Seems we’ve lost control I dream she’ll someday change her mind She’s melting slowly over time I take a basket to the park Plan a lunch for two But it’s only my blue spark Lights the avenue For she is nowhere to be seen On my color chart In between the blues and greens Of my shattered heart I dream she’ll someday change her mind She’s melting slowly over time
2.
Bears: See the ones see the ones see the little ones With just the mother and father protecting them Unknowingly invading our territory If we fight we can surely take them on We will surround them kill off the elders Take their bodies and cubs to feed our families Winter Wolf (attacking): Come closer and you all will be crucified One by one you will die with my fangs inside Gnashing out your throats with bloody glory Retreat now and I guess I shall spare you all Just some wounds on your skin that make you feel small Run and hide Run and hide but don’t fuck with me! Bears: This little devil before us has some fight in him I fear he means harm while protecting them Run away run away leave them be for now We have our wives and our kids that depend on us We’ve let this little baby cub get the best of us We will retreat back and leave you all to pass on by Dad and Family respond: Oh my God Oh my son! Do you see what he has done? Protecting our family he’s proved himself to us Come Mother, Come wolf clubs Lets’ help him lick his wounds My odd little baby, now proud to call my own Now proud to call my own You’re strong and you’re loyal, you’re rightly one of us Come here my winter wolf, I was wrong to cut you off
3.
The sound a sunset makes Setting on today The feel of an ocean wave Wishing it would stay The pain of a breaking heart The ache of promises heard The signs of the life we impart Wisdom found in words And I thought we still had tomorrow To hold on to today I wonder how it must feel now To watch it all slip away Learning to love Loving to live Is easier than it is hard And harder to forgive Wanting to know Knowing to see Seeing to pray Praying to be set free And I thought we were left with sorrow To keep the joy at bay I wonder why it always turns out to be More of the same Wishing to stay The feel of an ocean's wake Cause living today It's the sound a sunset makes
4.
The Happiness App There’s hope in everyone There’s hope in everyone I hope I’m one I melt inside a dream I melt inside a dream Inside a stream I open up my Happiness App my Happiness App I cry a million tears I cry a million tears A million years I smile but am sad I smile but I am sad When I feel bad I open up my Happiness App my Happiness App
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I’ve written it cryptically I’ve written it plain I’ve written it optimistically But nothing has changed I’ve written it happy, written it sad Written it lonely, written it mad And just when I think I’ve written it Every way I can I go and pick up the pen And write it all over again (cause) It’s so much easier to hide My feelings in between the lines Wearing my best disguise Writing the song that I’ve written a million times I bury my intentions deep Under my chords and melodies Wonder if you can see I’ve been writing the song That I’ve written a million times I’ve written you gracious I’ve written you mean I’ve made you the hero and the villain And the gray that we’re all living in between In metaphors and catchy phrases Vocal runs, I run away from All the words I still don’t have the nerve to say I go and pick up the pen And write it all over again
6.
Me and my band of four Wandering were Under a gibbous moon Dressed in feathers and furs Then I heard a melody Drifting through the trees It pulled me with a gentle hand Away from my company Then I tripped on a toadstool Collapsing to the ground below That’s when the lady from the mountain Came down to say hello She wore the mask of a magpie She had dragonfly wings I was searching for the words to ask What does it all mean? Then she placed a slender finger Reproachful on my lips And laughing at me lightly She began to sway her hips She sang: Don’t talk to strangers, don’t talk at all You’re not in danger, so let yourself fall Love’s not a language, it’s a mountain stream So drink from the water and let yourself dream I awoke up on the forest floor The sun was midway ‘cross the sky The pines were whispering politely And shielding the light from my eyes I was weary in my body But I had clarity of mind My spirit was soaring As if I’d drunk a skin of wine And I sang Don’t talk to strangers, don’t talk at all I’m not in danger, I’ll let myself fall Love’s not a language, it’s a mountain stream So I’ll drink from the water and let myself dream
7.
Kiss My Sky Blue The blend of some amorphous streak Finding that the wheel keeps spinning It's inspirin'- opened up my eyes Until I... and then over the handlebars you go, now Oberline's a close, close miss; it is Kisses, warm kisses Kiss my sky blue Me personally- I lost the script But a hand on my back said "Nice try- you may skip to the front of the class Pad yourself"...and then over the handlebars you go, now Oberline's a close, close miss; it is Kisses, warm kisses Kiss my sky blue Oberline- kiss my sky blue
8.
Ticking clocks, the Jabberwocks raise hell for Richelieu Naked time, gone inside, empty shelves, they’re missing you They’re missing you Heretics, derelict, floating on a sea of glass Siren song, something’s wrong, Hell is coming moving fast It’s moving fast Said the Gnostic to the man There’s a prison in your hand It’s been there since time began The demiurge, his head in sand Made from dust, the blooded rust creeps slowly from your vein Make believe, so naive, on the floor like gentle rain From your vein Said the Gnostic to the man There’s a prison in your hand It’s been there since time began The demiurge, his head in sand Yaldabaoth Demiurge Our father Lost No bother Misguided Ignited The fire The spiral Monsters there, in the square, dancing to a gypsy tune It’s so weird, it disappeared, and I’m here still in my room In my room Said the Gnostic to the man There’s a prison in your hand It’s been there since time began The demiurge, a head in sand Morning sun, one and done Sweating bullets in the street Paradigm, lost in time Lost yourself in your conceit Your conceit Yaldabaoth Yaldabaoth
9.
v1: Watching from the wings Hearing flowers sing Let the magic flow --- Grace, the smell of rain Porcupines in trains We may never know ch: And all the while it's nothing but the dreams of your own mind Go back to sleep so nothing changes Before you wake I think that you should know you're out of time Or maybe it's just all the same here v2: Falling from the skies Teardrops inside eyes Do you understand? ----- Freshly fallen snow Angels from below Platypus or man? ch: And all the while it's nothing but the dreams of your own mind Go back to sleep so nothing changes Before you wake I think that you should know you're out of time Or maybe it's just all the same here v3: Do you feel it getting quiet? Do you sense a gentle riot? Or is it it pretend? ----- Not always what you think But mostly on the brink Shall we begin? ch: And all the while it's nothing but the dreams of your own mind Go back to sleep so nothing changes Before you wake I think that you should know you're out of time Or maybe it's just all the same here -- go back to sleep so nothing changes -- v1.5: Watching from the wings Hearing flowers sing Let the magic flow Let the magic flow Let the magic flow

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This week’s challenge comes from Artie:

“Write a “Psychedelic” song whether it’s trippy words …or fuzz box heaven, wah wah pedal .. or obscure 60’s garage band whatever that word means to you.”

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released January 17, 2022

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