Milky Red
Milky Red
Your being longs
for whites and blues
with your red hair
on high-heel shoes
waving in the air
you sink away
in beaches of time
you are a cloud
which doesn't know
how to flow
for your used
to get by
in the sea
not the sky
your a pearl
that is why
you can mistify
this life
all of us
and all of me.
Madrason 02-09-2009
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High Heels
Now, new york city on a friday night
A lot of things happenin, a lot of bright lights.
Saw a pretty woman all dressed in red
She turned to me and this is what she said
She said, honey I got the blues
I got the blues from ridin all night in these high heel shoes.
Well, she took me to the corner that she called her home
Turned around and we were all alone.
Come on in, she said with a smile
Come on in and we can rest a while.
Well, honey I got the blues
I got the blues from ridin all night in these high heel shoes.
I said, listen here, honey, I been around
You aint foolin me, cause I know what youve found.
She bent kinda low and then she tickled my lips.
She said, listen here, son. Im gonna give you a tip
Honey I got the blues
I got the blues from ridin all night in these high heel shoes.
song performed by by Neil Young
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Snow Whites' Got the Blues
Fairy tales and wishing wells
And knights in shining armor;
Kiss a frog and dream a prince
And hope a little longer.
Rainbow castles in the sky
And carriages of gold;
Happily ever after was a dream once,
she was told.
Cinderella doesn't dance
Her babies need new shoes;
Red Riding Hoods' lost again
And Snow Whites' got the blues.
Midnight comes too early,
The laundry's still not done.
Say a prayer and close her eyes
And start again with the morning sun.
Cinderella doesn't dance,
Her babies need new shoes;
Red Riding Hood is lost again
And even Snow Whites' got the blues.
Cinderella doesn't dance......
3-9-95
poem by Karen TeichCluster
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Hush Hush
Hush Hush
Obsessed by Obsession
never in her possession
tender wavy cherishy
never on her lilly me
orch-idea impressions
soft cloud goodbyes
rayed in flashy whites
enslave my nerves
and dendochrones
beat through my bones
if only once, I miss
that long lost tenderness
of lovely lips caressing,
of lovely lips caressing
of lovely lips possessing
'Hush, Hush..................! '
Madrason 24-10-2009
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Me the joint
Me the joint
I took a blow went with the flow
my neighbours grass seemed higher
untill that grass became my dyer*
my vision stolen future gone
I can't remember what I've done
my visions mistyfied my view
and all I tried brought nothing new
I saw Lucy high up in the sky
I tried and tried but couldn't fly
diamonds are forever like my Joint
I couldn't care or make my point
the joint was me and my desire
I took a blow went with the flow
with my backyard on fire.
Madrason for a friend 16-04-2009
* Dyer from dye thus colouring and from dying thus passing away from this life.
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Millionaire Blues
I woke up this morning, my jacuzzi wouldnt work
Then the butler quit on me, man, can you believe it? jerk!
Must have been my artistic temperament he couldnt take
How come nobody wants to give me a break?
Ive got the blues right down, mean and low
Im as low as the heels of my alligator shoes
You should know how it feels to have these millionaire blues
Millionaire blues
Well, I found one of my bathrooms and I made it to the sink
I called one of my managers up and I poured myself a drink.
Oh, I swear Id kill that little weasel if I could
I checked myself in the mirror - my hair was looking good, but
I had the blues right there, mean and mean and mean and low
As low as the heels on my alligator shoes
You should know how it feels to have these millionaire blues
Millionaire blues
Get down!
Well, so much for breakfast, I couldnt face lunch
I thought Id raise my spirits with a little champagne brunch.
I take the lamborghini, the flunkie parks the car
Can you believe it, man, this other monkey wont let me in the bar!
I said, I said, dont you know who I am, man? and he says, no.
No! can you believe it?
Im as low as the heels of these alligator shoes
You should know how it feels to have these millionaire blues
Millionaire blues, to have these millionaire blues,
Millionaire blues
Bad, bad!
Thats bad! yeah
So hard,
Its hard sometimes for a boy
Ah, I like that
Thats good
Get down!
Youre making a very big mistake, man
Oh yeah
Youll never work in this town again!
All right
song performed by by Dire Straits
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(Growing Pains) Red Shoes Blues
This is a song which should be chanted! (Based on a childhood memory)
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Red shoes,
she wanted...
red shoes...
they had to be red she said,
they had to be red...
no way she could explain
when she was only three...
no way that she could dance
through her three-year-old day
without
red shoes...
red shoes...
she got the red shoes blues.
She wanted
stiletto heels...
stiletto heels...
stilet-tos...
stilet-tos...
she was fifteen
and there wasn’t any way
that she was going to dance
through her teenage day
without stilet...tos...
with those...
pointy toes...
she got the winkle-picker blues.
She wanted... high boots...
she wanted... ankle boots...
she wanted stamp-your-face
Bob Marten bovver boots...
she wanted... slippers
as wide as... kippers...
she wanted sandals
with wedge heels,
flip-flops and pumps...
she walks into a shoe-shop and everybody jumps...
And now she’s forty
it isn’t naughty...
to try ‘em, to buy ‘em,
not to walk on by ‘em...
But nothing ever beat those
red shoes...
red shoes...
the red shoes...
dancing through the day until you’re dead shoes...
red shoes...
red shoes....
she got the red shoes blues.
poem by Janice Windle
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Hallelujah
Hallelujah
It wasn't obvious
the dove flew away
and i did pray
for the light to come in
still in the egg
i had to fight
for what is mine
to become
i broke out
of my home
and became
roofless
from the start
and i learned
to get by
and fly
why i
flew away
I had to touch
an angel's hair
to really now
that i was there......Hallelujah
Dedicated to Leonard Cohen and copycats.
Madrason 15-05-2009
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Butterfly
Butterfly
I'm floating here high in the sky
my feet are heavy that is why
they gave me wings to fly
Each time i land and try to walk
i hear the rumours and backtalk
and lose a load of yellow chalk
I 'm made to make lovers
in bellies one discovers
i'm tickeling their clovers
long before the summer-start
i'm showing colours in your heart
too carpe deum is my part
I'm floating here high in the sky
my feet are heavy that is why
they gave me wings to fly
Madrason 10-04-2009
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High Tone Woman
I been watchin' you watchin' her watchin' herself in the mirror,
In her tailor-made dress an' her long blonde hair,
An' her big diamond rings: her custom-made shoes.
And I can by the look on your face that you're makin' your move,
But she hasn't got time for a man who's tongue-tied.
An' she doesn't like cowboys an' thinks less of fools.
So, boy, don't you saddle yourself to a high-tone woman.
She'll cut up your heart like an' old credit card,
When the fun and the money runs out.
I've never seen an uptown, well-read thorougbred,
High-tone woman sink as low as you.
Instrumental break.
Hey, I'm on your side; don't go gettin' me wrong, now:
You're not a bad fellow at all.
But you're out of her league so stay in the bleachers:
Son, you couldn't please her if you had it all.
So, boy, don't you saddle yourself to a high-tone woman.
She'll cut up your heart like an' old credit card,
When the fun and the money runs out.
You're a fool if you saddle yourself to a high-tone woman. (I seen her.)
I've seen her cut up a heart like an' old credit card,
When the fun and the money runs out.
I've never seen an uptown, well-read thorougbred,
High-tone woman sink as low as you.
Oh no, I've never seen an uptown, well-read thorougbred,
High-tone woman sink as low as you.
song performed by by George Strait
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Obama confused
The upperlip
charming the under
no wonder
we are all
enchanted,
but the left
eye sees
what the right
can't see.
Madrason 18-03-2009
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End in Fair
End in Fair
When at last the end is there,
let the fading end in fair.
You and I have time to grow,
we can feed our souls we know.
Waving hands when time is up,
let's not fix a time to stop.
You and I have time to see,
will find we belong to we.
Let us love the time to come
to find out there's always some.
When at last the end is there,
let this fading end in fair.......
27-04-1995 Madrason
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Black And Whites
So many choices in my life these days
So much confusion, so many shades of gray
That sometimes I don't know
My left from my right
But I've got these old black and whites
Well, I'm every color that you can paint
A father, a lover, a mother, a sinner and a saint
From Sunday morning, to Saturday night
I've got these old black and whites
Under the spotlight or all alone at midnight
I know I'm right where I belong
It always unwinds me, it finds me then reminds me
That life is as simple as a song
Lovers, they come and surely they go
They fly you so high, say hello, say goodbye
And they leave you low
But that's all right here in these songs that I write
Right here on these old black and whites
So roll over Beethoven
Cause ol' Phil could use some room
I may be out of time and may be out of tune
But you know how it feels to pour out your life
Right here on these old black and whites
Livin life in black and white
song performed by by Phil Vassar
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Black & Whites
So many choices in my life these days
So much confusion, so many shades of gray
That sometimes I don't know
My left from my right
But I've got these old black and whites
Well, I'm every color that you can paint
A father, a lover, a mother, a sinner and a saint
From Sunday morning, to Saturday night
I've got these old black and whites
Under the spotlight or all alone at midnight
I know I'm right where I belong
It always unwinds me, it finds me then reminds me
That life is as simple as a song
Lovers, they come and surely they go
They fly you so high, say hello, say goodbye
And they leave you low
But that's all right here in these songs that I write
Right here on these old black and whites
So roll over Beethoven
Cause ol' Phil could use some room
I may be out of time and may be out of tune
But you know how it feels to pour out your life
Right here on these old black and whites
Livin life in black and white
song performed by by Phil Vassar
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No Shoes, No Shirt, No Problems
Ive been up to my neck workin 6 days a week
Wearin holes into the shoes on my feet
Been dreamin of gettin away since I dont know
Aint no better time than now..for mexico
No shoes, no shirt, no problems
Blues what blues..hey I forgot them
The sun and the sand and a drink in my hand with no bottom
And no shirt, no shirt, and no problems!
No problems
Want a towel on a chair in the sand by the sea
Want to look thru my shades and see you there with me
Want to soak up life for a while
In laid back mode
No boss, no polite, no stress, no dress code
No shoes, no shirt, no problems
Blues what blues hey I forgot them
The sun and the sand and a drink in my hand with no bottom
And no shoes, no shirt, and no problems
Babe lets get packed..tank tops and flip flops if u got them
No shoes, no shirt, no problems
No problems.
song performed by by Kenny Chesney
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No Shoes, No Shirt, No Problem
I've been up to my neck workin 6 days a week
wearin holes into the shoes on my feet
been dreamin of gettin away since i dont know
Aint no better time than now..for mexico
No shoes, No shirt, No problems
Blues what blues..hey i forgot them
The sun and the sand and a drink in my hand with no bottom
and no shirt, no shirt, and no problems!
No problems
Want a towel on a chair in the sand by the sea
want to look thru my shades and see you there with me
Want to soak up life for a while
In laid back mode
No boss, no polite, no stress, no dress code
No shoes, no shirt, no problems
Blues what blues hey i forgot them
The sun and the sand and a drink in my hand with no bottom
and no shoes, no shirt, and no problems
Babe lets get packed..tank tops and flip flops if u got them
No shoes, no shirt, no problems
No problems
song performed by by Kenny Chesney
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Summer Time Blues
Try to add perfumes to your minds to meet me there,
The summer is here and it is with the blues;
You are not alone on this hot summer night.
We havethe natural fragrant to keep us going,
The summer time blues to swing with the muse;
You are not alone without the blues.
Scents for your love,
Mid-Summer-Night blues to your taste;
Enjoy the summer with the safety of numbers.
Summer time blues,
The fragrant of love to keep you going;
Summer, summer, summer time! !
Summer time blues,
The summer of a muse;
Summer time blues,
The summer of a poem;
With relationships that moves you up.
Summer time blues,
With the heat waves to crown the day;
Perfume your body to meet up to the act.
Let us visit Copacabana and Ipanema this summer,
Of the rocky promontory at sight to give you hope;
Like the summer time blues with your lover.
It is summer time,
Visit the beaches to see things for yourselves;
Summer, summer, summer time! !
Meet me there and touch me with your heart.
A summer time love with the blues,
Like the golden grape of my soul;
Summer is the essence of a colourful life.
The sense of reality in times like this,
The heat with love to share with others;
Where the hearts of lovers do meet like,
One's love never touched before.
Summer time blues is all about this muse,
A time of love to share with your lover;
Summer, summer, summer time! !
poem by Edward Kofi Louis
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Mocking Bird
Mocking Bird
By trying to be a bird
i am denying the
possibility
that i am
already
free
Madrason 18-03-2009
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Wearin Out Your Walkin Shoes
Writer, hank williams demo rec. 1950?
(c) well, you cant live with em, you cant live without em,
Yes, theres something mighty necessary (c7) bout em,
A (f) woman will give you the (c) blues, shell have you (g7) pullin
Out your hair, and (f) wearin out your (g7) walkin (c) shoes.
Well they just keep naggin, until your head is saggin,
There aint a wink a-sleepin, when they start in weepin,
A woman will give you the blues, shell have you bitein off
Your nails, and wearin out your walkin shoes.
Its a losin gamble, when you start to ramble,
Oh lordy, how you miss em, and you long to kiss em,
cause a woman will give you the blues, shell have you
Tossin in your sleep, and wearin out your walkin shoes.
Well you cant live with em, you cant live without em,
Its better to talk with em, than to talk about em,
A woman will give you the blues, shell have you talkin to
Yourself, and wearin out your walkin shoes.
song performed by by Hank Williams
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Blues Man
Hey What chu tryin to do
Why you tryin to see through me baby
Its way too hazy
Hey Im still feelin the same
So dont go tryin to change me baby
You cant save me
So many people try to bring me down
They wouldnt last a second in my town
CHORUS
Hey Ive always been a blues man
Hey I little rhythm and blues man
Dont try walkin inside my shoes
Unless youre puttin up somethin to lose
I said Hey Ive always been a blues man
Hey a little rhythm and blues man
Dont try walkin inside my shoes tonight
You stem so far from the truth
You hide inside all your talkin papers
Flashin statements
You never put your money down
And watched a big wheel go around and take it
And in remake it
All you do is follow me around
Then you go ahead and ride it down
REPEAT CHORUS
Dont try walkin inside my shoes
Unless youre puttin up somethin to lose
I said dont try walkin inside my shoes baby baby
I said Hey Ive always been a blues man
Hey a little rhythm and blues man
Dont try walkin inside my shoes
Unless your puttin up somethin to lose
I said Hey Ive always been a blues man
Hey A little rhythm and blues man
Dont try walkin inside my shoes
Unless your unless your unless your
Hey Ive always been a blues man
Hey A little rhythm and blues man
Dont try walkin inside my shoes tonight
song performed by by Uncle Kracker
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Song: Spell Out The Blues
There's no-one who's better,
Better than you!
No ruthless go-getter,
With the dumb luck of youth.
There's no-one who's better,
Better than you!
A fashion trend setter,
Who's never uncouth.
My life's such a clutter,
But what can I do?
I've pulled down the shutters,
And choked off the view.
The world is a gutter,
A foul smelling brew.
And my writings still stutter,
To spell out the blues.
Spell out the blues!
They spell out the blues!
All the words that I splutter,
Spell out the blues!
There's no-one who's better,
Better than you!
I'm your prisoner in fetters,
Though you're never cruel.
There's no-one that's better,
Better than you!
No grudge or vendetta,
To play me the fool.
There's no-one who's better,
Better than you!
I am dry cheddar,
While you are just smooth.
There's no-one that's better,
Better than you!
You sent me those letters,
So I'd walk in your shoes.
Walk in your shoes!
Walk in your shoes!
I'd pound out the leather,
And walk in your shoes.
My fragile self shatters,
Yet you flatter me.
My attention is scattered,
I fall to my knee.
How can it matter,
If satyr I be?
For I am the Mad Hatter,
Of sad irony.
A sad irony!
A sad irony!
Like metal I'm battered,
By a sad irony.
With a mind sharp as butter,
I ferret the clues.
A weird internet-er,
Who studies the news.
Some call me a nutter,
But I cannot lose.
When the words that I mutter.
Spell out the blues.
Spell out the blues!
They spell out the blues!
All the words that I utter,
Spell out the blues!
poem by David SmithWhite
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