Song Contest

Here is my idea for your "new song contest."

Sleeping Gypsy

On Tuesdays she opened her door to sundown before the crazy cricket serenade on Tuesdays she embraced the music when he came to teach her how to play.

He arrived in his version of a carriage careful not to block the drive carrying music in two black cases hoping that her world would come alive.

With greetings at the door she welcomed him into her perfect solitary space gave him at least one evening to rearrange what she had carefully constructed in that place.

Chorus: His smiles touched her untouched fears His fingers on the strings drew out her tears Marriage of wood and wire Marriage of reality and desire She no longer knew where she was going only that he was the one to be her guide.

She drew the drapes to hold them in that moment blocking the intrusion of the world wanting to play with him but unworthy she allowed his music as a tempest in her soul.

Sweet tones burst forth to dance around the room she wanted to dance with them mesmerized if only he would lead, grant her the passport to travel beyond her rules and time.

Long into the night they stifled passion the musician and the woman by his side with morning chimes they knew their time was ended and that it was becoming more difficult to hide.

With parting smile he left with two black cases. she stared after him from her open door both pondered the avoided question: could Tuesday’s passion be reality and more?

Well so far I have recieved one song idea. I have to say....this one will be hard to beat....It is beautiful

here is a lyric for your contest:

A Little Colder



Looking down at her two hands, they seem … a little older, Dodging gusty April winds, that seem to blow … a little colder.

Standing there outside, in an empty parking lot, Trying hard to forget, she gives it all she’s got, After all she says “it’s spring time”, the fall has been forgiven, For sins of hope and dying dreams, the time is now for livin’.

And soaring so high, … like a hawk above the river, She’s given so much, … she hopes to find a giver, Like the hawk, she flies alone, not too far from her home, Searching for a true love, she dreams they’ll fly together.

Soaring, … so high, hmmmmmmm, so high above the river ooooooooh Searching … for love hmmmmmm, that will go on forever.

The sun is sinking down, … streetlights flicker on, The night seems to start a little later now. And if she runs away, will her broken heart stay? And will morning melt away all her sorrows?

Looking down at her two hands, they seem … a little older, Dodging gusty April winds, they blow … a little colder.

A little colder, … just a little colder …. Ohhh, .. colder …. colder

here is a lyric for the contest:



From Across The Room – (Un-tweaked)

Verse 1: My baby and I went out one night to a local bar room scene, Had a few drinks and fed a few bucks to the music machine, We sat at the bar, and the stools were a lot closer than we were, I went to the car, came back to the bar, and I saw her sitting there.

Chorus: From across the room, she looks so pretty sitting there, It’s like I’m not really here, from across the room, She smiles and chats with a friend of mine, A glass of wine, she shines from across the room.

Verse 2: After such a long time of being together you can get used to it, The highs and the lows, like a Christmas shirt that really doesn’t fit, Saying what we want to, not what we aught to, love has gone to jail, Across the room, I missed her, maybe if I kiss her, it would be like bail.

Chorus: From across the room, she looks so pretty sitting there, It’s like I’m not really here, from across the room, She smiles and chats with a friend of mine, A glass of wine, she shines from across the room.

Love, love, love, love again will bloom, Love, love, love from across the room. Love, love lover, love her tonight, Love, love, lover, holding her tight,

Love, love, love, love, fade

a poem just for you:

It Hurts A Little



It hurts a little, just to know, I hurt your feelings again, It hurts a little, just to know, I left you crying once again. I never meant to make you feel bad, To make you want the love I know you wish you had, … It hurts a little, just to know, I hurt your feelings, again.

Well, we have been together, for just a little while now, Some ups, some downs, … but baby somehow, It seems I hurt your feelings, without even tryin’ Sometimes I leave you lonely, sometimes I leave you crying.

I’ve done all the things that you wanted me to do, I gave up my old friends, shied away from making new, I walk with you, I think of you, when we are apart, And it hurts me so bad, when I break your heart.

It’s been a little while, since the last time we spoke, I swear, … I’m pretty sure, … it was meant to be a joke, But that moment of silence, that look in your eye, Let me know, it was me, that was making you cry.

It hurts a little, just to know, I hurt your feelings again, It hurts a little, just to know, I left you crying once again. I never meant to make you feel bad, To make you want the love I know you wish you had, … It hurts a little, just to know, I hurt your feelings, again.

Moonlight In The Winter



Moonlight in the winter splashes through the window And onto the quilt where he used to lie below, The covers are flat now and only calico designs are visible in the moonlight, and washed in the glow.

She thinks of summer, when daylight is taken for granted, There is much more of it then, seed scattered and planted, And scars of thorns mark her body, naked and bare, And preparing for harvest, she wrestles the tares.

Alone now, and contemplating her intangible mate, The light is elusive, but accentuates her fate. She reaches out to caress it, hold it close to her breast, It escapes her, she tries, but she fails the test.

Best to forget the dreams of younger years, And calculated losses spawning roots of her fears, It’s best she loves the moonlight in the winter at night, Not warm, but cold, … it’s a darker shade of light.

And after the moon sets, the clock screams out her name, She rises, and washes, it’s always just the same, Gone is that pile of his shoes by the door. Gone is winter moonlight, she hopes, she prays There will be more.

So far we have 5 song posts..I think we have some great material here. keep them coming.don't forget..I have to pick my 5 favorites.

my vote is for 2 "a little colder"

Mu vote is for Sleeping Gypsy! It fits your musical style perfectly!

Sleeping Gypsy captures the poetry and passion of your music.

Sleeping Gypsy says it all. Passion, pathos, poetry, and purity. So much woven into one song.

Sleeping Gypsy has my vote!

Sleeping Gypsy, s'il vous plait!

Another vote for Sleeping Gypsy.

Sleeping Gypsy is original and beautiful! It gets my vote!

Sleeping Gypsy!!

Sleeping Gypsy is a sure hit!

Sleeping Gypsy! Very creative.

Excuse me. Know, first, who you are; and then adorn yourself accordingly. I am from Monaco and learning to read in English, give true I wrote the following sentence: "Learn how to make a personalized wall clock by simply using a plate, clock movement, and a few other supplies."

:-( Thanks in advance. Fontana.

Sorry. Self-importance is our greatest enemy. Think about it - what weakens us is feeling offended by the deeds and misdeeds of our fellowmen. Our self-importance requires that we spend most of our lives offended by someone. I am from Japan and also now teach English, tell me right I wrote the following sentence: "Welcome to scandinavian airlines, the biggest airline company in scandinavia."

With love :-), Vi.