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Thursday, July 28, 2005

LYRICS WANTING TUNES

I remember once when Ewan McGregor was interviewed about making a musical (Moulin Rouge) he said that some words that sound dumb when you just say them become beautiful and powerful when sung. I've decided my poems which sound so dumb to me when I read them or speak them are really songs, because when I sing them I find them beautiful. I only know the tunes I make up extemporaneously, while reading aloud. If you are music and have a tune, please let me know.

Painted Ladies

You say you want to walk out on the river
and listen to the little fishes toil
You want to feel the hardpan give
beneath you when you sail across the soil

         Do you know they do it all for you?
          Do you know they fly and fall for you?
          Do you think there is a wall between you?
          Do you believe in walls?

Where were you when the butterflies of summer fell?
When the brilliant painted ladies lilting
through July Nevada's hot blue air
dropped and scattered just like blossoms wilting?

          Do you know they do it all for you?
          Do you know they fly and fall for you?
          Do you think there is a wall between you?
          Do you believe in walls?

You went out you said to sing back all the flowers
You said you pleaded with the tallgrass to return
You and your people sang and danced for hours
and held each other while the fires of August burned

          Did you know they did it all for you?
          Did you know they flew and fell for you?
          Did you think there was a wall between you?
          Did you believe in walls?


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