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in my wayward & worrisome life,
i’ve harbored in the comfort & romance of music.
guitar melodies weeping, the crying of horns,
& drumbeats like choreographed thunder.
Elvis was first to shake me & rattle me,
book me into heartbreak hotel & lose the key.
John, Paul, George, & Ringo came together,
told me to hold her hand,
(because i only want to dance with you)
& remember things we said today.
Mick Jagger wet my face with his screams,
& moved like the Prince of Dementia.
the Stones proclaimed that life should be navigated
with music, rebellion, & drugs.
Jefferson Airplane (who later travelled by Starship)
chased a white rabbit, & said
go ask Alice, because she knows…she just knows.
(they were right: my mother’s name was Alice).
Jimi Hendrix introduced me to foxy ladies
& the wind whispering Mary.
Janis Joplin, whose lovers took a little piece
of her heart, & another, & another,
until there was nothing left but a tearful song
placed in the ground.
Iron Butterfly tortured me with in-a-gadda-da-vida,
rock anthem that has meaning in no other language
but the heart’s own tongue
(know that i love you, i’ll always be true).
when the Blackhearts put another dime in the jukebox,
Joan Jett spoke for all of us:
i hate myself for lovin you.
the ghosts of music visit me still.
they cry with me, they sing me to sleep.
Published 30th Jun 2013
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30th Jun 2013 1:00am
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30th Jun 2013 1:09am
BRAVO my friend...so very very good...I'm in love with this!
Now I must flashback and play some music.... ;) thank you!
Now I must flashback and play some music.... ;) thank you!
30th Jun 2013 8:00am
Anonymous
30th Jun 2013 10:26am
This is my music too. Every last one of these.
Iron Butterfly was the first rock concert I went to. 1970. Quite a night...
Thanks for the trip. =)
Iron Butterfly was the first rock concert I went to. 1970. Quite a night...
Thanks for the trip. =)
4th Jul 2013 10:05pm
As a fellow lover of rock-n-roll, John, the first and last stanza rang so true. We all have our different heroes and you do yours justice. The Janis Joplin stanza was especially poignant. Nice job and rock on !
7th Jul 2013 5:49am
this flows like the long forgotten Stairway to Heaven... each step a forgotten memory in time... and each and everyone you have mentioned i love to hear...
