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Tonight I Slept With My Guitar

Tonight I slept with my guitar
Sheet music scattered across the floor
None of my dreams got very far
Each one had you closing the door
The closet’s empty, the suitcase is gone
Was it the drinking, the staying up till dawn
The songs were suppose to be the key
Building for the future for you and me
But the words they would not come
Stuck somewhere on the tip of my tongue
I could write the sweetest melody
But nothing compares to the hurt you left in me
I just couldn’t find that missing chord
I took chances I could not afford
I tried to live in a fictional place
Where happy endings are easy to embrace
Where magic dragons rule the earth
But the prize at the end had no worth
So tonight I slept with my guitar
Staring long into an endless night
And I know you leaving will leave a scar
That I can’t erase no matter what I write

poem by Alfred Ramos
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Guitar And Pen

You're alone above the street somewhere
Wondering how you'll ever count out there
You can walk, you can talk, you can fight
But inside you've got something to write
In your hand you hold your only pen
Never spend your guitar or your pen
Your guitar or your pen
Your guitar or your pen
Your guitar or your pen
Your guitar or your pen
When you take up a pencil and sharpen it up
When you're kicking the fence and still nothing will budge
When the words are immobile until you sit down
Never feel they're worth keeping, they're not easily found
Then you know in some strange unexplainable way
You must really have something
Jumping, thumping, fighting, hiding away
Important to say
When you sing through the verse and you end in a scream
And you swear and you curse cos the rhyming ain't clean
But it suddenly comes after years of delay
You pick up your guitar and you can suddenly play
When your fingers are bleeding and your knuckles are white
Then you can be sure, you can open the door
Get up of the floor tonight
You have something to write
When you wanna complain there's no one can stop you
But when your music proclaims there's no one can top you
You are wearing your heart on your jumping feet
You've got a head start away from the street
But is that what you want, to be rich and be gone
Could be there's just one thing left in the end
Your guitar and your pen
When you sing to your Mum and you hum and you croon
And she says that she'd like it with more of a tune
And you smash your guitar at the end of the bed
Then you stick it together and start writing again
And you know that it won't be too long till your back -

song performed by by Who
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Tonight Ill Be Staying Here With You

Throw my ticket out the window,
Throw my suitcase out there, too,
Throw my troubles out the door,
I dont need them any more
cause tonight Ill be staying here with you.
I should have left this town this morning
But it was more than I could do.
Oh, your love comes on so strong
And Ive waited all day long
For tonight when Ill be staying here with you.
Is it really any wonder
The love that a stranger might receive.
You cast your spell and I went under,
I find it so difficult to leave.
I can hear that whistle blowin,
I see that stationmaster, too,
If theres a poor boy on the street,
Then let him have my seat
cause tonight Ill be staying here with you.
Throw my ticket out the window,
Throw my suitcase out there, too,
Throw my troubles out the door,
I dont need them any more
cause tonight Ill be staying here with you.

song performed by by Bob Dylan
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Write Erase Write Erase

this is what happens to this poem
when you have nothing to write
tonight....write, erase, write, erase

you are waiting
for an inspiration that does not come

you keep on waiting and then something comes
you write it, you think about it, you read it and you find nothing
worth the letter you assign to it
then you erase it and you are honest enough to admit that there is nothing
beautiful
not even a purpose, and then you write the word again, you ponder, there is
nothing worth its existence
there is nothing to grow in that word chosen
you erase it again, you write it and then there is this space of thinking,

what is it? you ask. what is it really?
it is this denial.
this negation of
what you are
that keeps you writing.

you stand by the window. Look out
the road. You see a dog, and it is howling again
to the moon
and to the wrong tree
it is barking.

poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Guitar & Pen

Youre alone above the street somewhere
Youre alone above the street somewhere
Wondering how youll ever count out there
Wondering how youll ever count out there
You can walk, you can talk, you can fight
You can walk, you can talk, you can fight
But inside youve got something to write
But inside youve got something to write
In your hand you hold your only friend
In your hand you hold your only friend
Never spend your guitar or your pen
Never spend your guitar or your pen
Your guitar or your pen
Your guitar or your pen
Your guitar or your pen
Your guitar or your pen
Your guitar or your pen
Your guitar or your pen
Your guitar or your pen
Your guitar or your pen
When you take up a pencil and sharpen it up
When you take up a pencil and sharpen it up
When youre kicking the fence and still nothing will budge
When youre kicking the fence and still nothing will budge
When the words are immobile until you sit down
When the words are immobile until you sit down
Never feel theyre worth keeping, theyre not easily found
Never feel theyre worth keeping, theyre not easily found
Then you know in some strange, unexplainable way
Then you know in some strange, unexplainable way
You must really have something
You must really have something
Jumping, thumping, fighting, hiding away
Jumping, thumping, fighting, hiding away
Important to say
Important to say
When you sing through the verse and you end in a scream
When you sing through the verse and you end in a scream
And you swear and you curse cause the rhyming aint clean
And you swear and you curse cause the rhyming aint clean
But it suddenly comes after years of delay
But it suddenly comes after years of delay
You pick up your guitar, you can suddenly play
You pick up your guitar, you can suddenly play
When your fingers are bleeding and the knuckles are white
When your fingers are bleeding and the knuckles are white
Then you can be sure, you can open the door
Then you can be sure, you can open the door
Get off of the floor tonight
Get off of the floor tonight
You have something to write
You have something to write
When you want to complain, theres no one can stop you
When you want to complain, theres no one can stop you
But when your music proclaims, theres no one can top you
But when your music proclaims, theres no one can top you
You are wearing you heart on your jumping feet
You are wearing you heart on your jumping feet
Youve got a head start away from the street
Youve got a head start away from the street
But is that what you want, to be rich and be gone?
But is that what you want, to be rich and be gone?
Could be theres just one thing left in the end
Could be theres just one thing left in the end
Your guitar and your pen
Your guitar and your pen
When you sing to your mum, and you hum and you croon
When you sing to your mum, and you hum and you croon
And she says that shed like it with more of a tune
And she says that shed like it with more of a tune
And you smash your guitar at the end of the bed
And you smash your guitar at the end of the bed
Then you stick it together and start writing again
Then you stick it together and start writing again
And you know that it wont be too long til your back
And you know that it wont be too long til your back
To bring her some money, shes calling you honey
To bring her some money, shes calling you honey
Stashed in a bloody great sack
Stashed in a bloody great sack
In your cadillac
In your cadillac
Youre alone
Youre alone
Youre alone
Youre alone
Youre alone above the street somewhere
Youre alone above the street somewhere
Wondering how youll ever count out there
Wondering how youll ever count out there
You can walk, you can talk, you can fight
You can walk, you can talk, you can fight
But inside youve got something to write
But inside youve got something to write
In your hand you hold your only friend
In your hand you hold your only friend
Never spend your guitar or your pen
Never spend your guitar or your pen
Your guitar or your pen x8
Your guitar or your pen
Your guitar or your pen
Never spend your guitar or your pen
Your guitar or your pen
Your guitar or your pen
Your guitar or your pen
Your guitar or your pen
Your guitar or your pen
Your guitar or your pen
Never spend your guitar or your pen

song performed by by Who
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Where All It Started

tribute to an old man
who sings all night long
picking words from unknown
plucking his guitar to tune
melody created, his very own
i listen until i fall asleep

when i wake up i'm on my bed
dreaming of notes in my head
i was sailing one day in hawaii
i heard same guitar; same songs
words from unknown; unending
running poems with native twist

i hum those words i know
now i write them for you

poem by Manonton Dalan
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Chances Are

Chances are you'll find me
Somewhere on your road tonight,
Seems I always end up drivin' by,
Ever since I've known you
It just seems you're on my way,
All the rules of logic don't apply
I long to see you in the night,
Be with you till morning light...
I remember clearly
How you looked the night we met,
I recall your laughter and your smile,
I remember how you made me
Feel so at ease,
I remember your grace, your style...
And now your all I long to see,
You've come to mean so much to me...
Chances are I'll see you,
Somewhere in my dreams tonight.
You'll be smilin' like the night we met,
Chances are I'll hold you,
And I'll offer all I have
You're the only one I can't forget,
Baby your the best I've ever met...
And I'll be dreamin' of the future,
And hopin' you'll be by my side
And in the morning I'll be longing,
For the night...
For the night...
Chances are I'll see you,
Somewhere in my dreams tonight...
You'll be smilin' like the night we met...
Chances are I'll hold you,
And I'll offer all I have,
You're the only one I can't forget...
Baby your the best I've ever met.
(From the motion picture Hope Floats 1998)

song performed by by Bob Seger
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My other Life

Some say I am a different man
when I leave this job for home
Different than when I’m here
in this place of glass and stone

I run the show at the office
but I am a Daddy every night
I am a Redneck on the weekends
but my baby thinks I’m all right

Those who claim to know me
all say I’m a little weird
but she sees the way I really am
when the rest of them aren’t here

Pickn at my keyboard
in place of my guitar
Stuck here in this office
instead of singing at the bar

I am a different man
when I leave this place behind
I walk away from the week
and lead my other life

I am a lot of different things
to a lot of different folks
some that really know me
and those that really don’t

I like to gather with my budds
and drink a few cold beers
Sing old songs till the crowds all gone
or until my mind is clear

I like rockn country music
and good home cooking too
I trust my old pickup truck
and respect the red white and blue

Clickn on my mouse
In place my guitar
Stuck here in this office
instead of singing at the bar

I am a different man
when I leave this place behind
I saddle up my pickup truck
and lead my other life

I’ve never quit my job
or walked out on my wife
I live just like my old man showed me
everyday of his hard life

I am a business man by day
a lover late at night
Sundays I bow my head to pray
but I am not afraid to fight

You may not recognize me
without my suit on anymore
I might be in my boots and hat
but I am just that guy next door

Pickn at my keyboard
in place of my guitar
Stuck here in this office
instead of singing at the bar

I am a different man
when I leave this place behind
I trade my tie for a cowboy hat-
and lead my other life

Sometimes I‘m sure it looks
like there’s two of me around
but when one of me is here
the other can’t be found

yea my other life

poem by Rusty Gibson
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Guitar Man

(words & music by hubbard)
Well, I quit my job down at the car wash,
Left my mama a goodbye note,
By sundown Id left kingston,
With my guitar under my coat,
I hitchhiked all the way down to memphis,
Got a room at the ymca,
For the next three weeks I went huntin them nights,
Just lookin for a place to play,
Well, I thought my pickin would set em on fire,
But nobody wanted to hire a guitar man.
Well, I nearly bout starved to death down in memphis,
I run outta money and luck,
So I bought me a ride down to macon, georgia,
On a overloaded poultry truck,
I thumbed on down to panama city,
Started pickin out some o them all night bars,
Hopin I could make myself a dollar,
Makin music on my guitar,
I got the same old story at them all night piers,
There aint no room around here for a guitar man
We dont need a guitar man, son
So I slept in the hobo jungles,
Roamed a thousand miles of track,
Till I found myself in mobile alabama,
At a club they call big jacks,
A little four-piece band was jammin,
So I took my guitar and I sat in,
I showed em what a band would sound like,
With a swingin little guitar man.
Show em, son
If you ever take a trip down to the ocean,
Find yourself down around mobile,
Make it on out to a club called jacks,
If you got a little time to kill,
Just follow that crowd of people,
Youll wind up out on his dance floor,
Diggin the finest little five-piece group,
Up and down the gulf of mexico,
Guess whos leadin that five-piece band,
Well, wouldnt ya know, its that swingin little guitar man.
The tv-special verse:
Well, I came a long way from the carwash,
Got to where I said Id get
Now that Im here I know for sure
I really aint got there yet
Think Ill start all over
Swing my guitar over my back
Im gonna get myself back on the track
Ill never, never ever look back
Ill never be more than what I am
Wouldnt you know
I m a swinging little guitar man

song performed by by Elvis Presley
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Song For Mary

Written by: james henman
When I try to find
Words that wish to rhyme
I will never write this song for her tonight
We have stood alone
We have walked alone
Wont you help write this song for her tonight
Help me write this song
Help me write this song
Help me write her song
Tonight
When I try to pray
I cant start to say
All those things I wish to say to her tonight
When she hears her song
She will sing along
She will know the words her heart for me to find
Will you help write this song
Help me write this song
Help me sing her song
Tonight
All these words Ive said
Lyin on my bed
Will they help me sleep alone again tonight
And we have walked alone
We have talked alone
Will you help me sing her song for her tonight
Will you help me sing her song
Help me sing her song
Help me sing her song

song performed by by April Wine
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Chances Are (feat. Robert Downey Jr.)

R. Downey jr.)
Chances are you'll find me
somewhere on your road tonight
Seems I always end up driving by
Ever since I've known you
It just seems you're on my way
All the rules of logic don't apply
I long to see you in the night
(spoken: tough note, that)
Be with you 'till the morning light...
(V. Shepard)
I remember clearly
how you looked the night we met
I recall your laughter and your smile
I remember how
you made me feel so at ease
I remember all your grace and style
And now you're all I long to see
you've come to mean so much to me...
Ref. (both)
Chances are I'll see you
somewhere in my dreams tonight
You'll be smiling like the night we met
Chances are I'll hold you
an I'll offer all I have
You're the only one I can't forget
Baby you're the best I've ever met...
(Downey)
And I'll be dreaming ot the future...
(Shepard)
... hoping you'll be by my side.
(both)
And in the morning I'd be longing for the night
for the night...
Ref.:
Chances are I'll see you
somewhere in my dreams tonight
You'll be smiling like the night we met
Chances are I'll hold you
an I'll offer all I have
You're the only one I can't forget
Baby you're the best I've ever met

song performed by by Vonda Shepard
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Scribbler's Stymie

Pen and paper in sight
I've got no poem to write

Staying up all night
I've got no poem to write

Although my mind is bright
I've got no poem to write

It's windy out tonight, should I go fly a kite?
I've got no poem to write

My ceiling, it is white
I've got no poem to write

It's 4: 59! Five, but not quite
I've got no poem to write

In your arms I'd feel so light
I've got no poem to write

I've had no sleep tonight
I've got no poem to write

Will you just hold me tight?
I've got no poem to write

Outside it's almost light
I've got no poem to write

It's late, off goes my light
I've got no poem to write

poem by Julia Grace
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Ill Write A Song For You

Al mckay, philip bailey & steve beckmeier
I thirst but never quench
I know the consequence, feeling as I do
Were in a spinning top
Where, tell me, will it stop
And what am I to say
Open our music book, that only few can look
And Ill write a song for you
Love is a symphony, hearts in one melody
cause I write a song for you
Sounds never dissipate, they only recreate
In another place
There in your silent night
Joy of a songs delight
I write a song for you
You write a song for me
We write a song for love
My magical mystique, finding it all complete
In a lovely face, feeling we try to chase
Memories that wont erase, stay forever new
We have a magic box in which is never locked

song performed by by Earth Wind And Fire
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My Lonely Guitar

At a corner my guitar waves her hand
inviting me to pick her up, to strum her
strings, to find out if all her chords
blend in harmony with my fingers.

It is waving her hand before my eyes
as in those birthdays, meetings, teaching,
and parties where her strings were made
busy to play melodies to people around.

Tonight she waves her hand again
calling me to play with her our common
game of songs which others can sing along.
But I just cannot play with my guitar today.

For whatever reason let this lonely night
find out; let me sleep and let sweet melody
sleep with me in my dreams and
let my guitar help me find the right chords
for my lonely song.

poem by Elizabeth Padillo Olesen
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The Fate of a Musician

Every day I pick up my guitar and just play
I write my own songs with the help of friends
We design music and lyrics we start new trends
Acoustic guitar, electric guitar or 12 strings
These instruments have played my songs and I have grown wings
Soaring and flying watching my creations grow
As the music expands the lyrics just flow
The more I create the more passionate I become
The more I play the more fun we have
Music gives me something to do
Each song I write I will be sure to see through
When I am up on stage standing in the spotlight
I spread my wings, start playing, and take flight!
When the crowd cheers you get a feeling of inspiration
After the gig you’re sitting home alone
You pull out your guitar stick in the headphones
You start strumming, creating your own beat
You sit there all night tapping your feet
The history of music and the sound you create
Brings friends closer together I reckon its more then fate.

Benjamin A. Green

poem by Benjamin Andrew
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Tonight, Tonight

Time is never time at all
You can never ever leave without leaving a piece of youth
And our lives are forever changed
We will never be the same
The more you change the less you feel
Believe, believe in me, believe
Believe that life can change
That youre not stuck in vain
Were not the same, were different tonight
Tonight, so bright
Tonight
And you know youre never sure
But youre sure you could be right
If you held yourself up to the light
And the embers never fade in your city by the lake
The place where you were born
Believe, believe in me, believe
Believe in the resolute urgency of now
And if you believe theres not a chance tonight
Tonight, so bright
Tonight
Well crucify the insincere tonight
Well make things right, well feel it all tonight
Well find a way to offer up the night tonight
The indescribable moments of your life tonight
The impossible is possible tonight
Believe in me as I believe in you, tonight

song performed by by Smashing Pumpkins
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I Write The Songs

Ive been alive forever,
And I wrote the very first song.
I put the words and the melodies together,
I am music,
And I write the songs.
I write the songs that make the whole world sing.
I write the songs of love and special thing s.
I write the songs that make the young girls cry.
I write the songs, I write the songs.
My home lies deep within you,
And Ive got my own place in your sole.
Now, when I look out through your eyes,
Im youg again, even though Im very old.
Chorus
Oh my music makes you dance
And gives your spirit to take a chance,
And I wrote some rock n roll so you can move.
Music fills your heart,
Well, thats a real fine place to start.
Its from me its for you,
Its from you, its from me,
Its a world wide symphony.
Chorus
I am music, and I write the songs.

song performed by by Barry Manilow
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A Little Night Music

A little night music plays on
As I walk tonight
The stars are sublime
While many fly by in the sky before
they're gone

It's a night like any other
But tonight there's a little night music

I'm all alone
Yet while the music plays
I stand by a wall of this abandoned
building
And just become enchanted

The streets are still flooded with cars
The highways are still busy with trucks
Yet where I am
I'm happy where I am tonight
Whether I'm standing outside a building
Or just wanting to take in the night for the
sake of it

A little night music plays on tonight
And I feel like it's on my side
On this night
While having a smile on my face

poem by Justin Gildow
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Write A Song

This is a song
And I'm holding a guitar
I'm pouring out my long
And lonely heart

Now I know why Taylor said
What she said about teardrops
On her guitar
Every time I'm hurting I
Turn Taylor on
I pick up my guitar
And write a song

I say I'm not over you
But I think I'm moving on
I'm wandering in this desert
Going on and on and on

Now I know why Taylor said
What she said about teardrops
On her guitar
Every time I'm hurting I
Turn Taylor on
I pick up my guitar
And write a song

Drew didn't hurt me
But I still feel the pain
Every time I think of you
Hugging me on that very last day

Now I know why Taylor said
What she said about teardrops
On her guitar
Every time I'm hurting I
Turn Taylor on
I pick up my guitar
And write a song

poem by Nicki Luvetti
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A Happy Song

I need to write
A happy song tonight
To find that tune
And touch the moon
Caressed by the light
It feels so right
Cause not every night
You're holding me tight

I have to write
A happy song tonight
To find that rhythm
Of the heart's hymn
To be one with the beat
Of your laughter so sweet
Cause not every night
I feel so right

And the stars will be dancing
To this happy song I've written
And the clouds will be singing
With thunder's heavy drummin'
Cause not every night
We surrender and not fight

Let's feel the music
Of this happy song, its so sick
Breathe in, give in
I will make you live again

And the stars will be dancing
To this happy song I've written
And the clouds will be singing
With thunder's heavy drummin'
Cause not every night
We surrender and not fight

This happy song I write
For this happy night

This happy song
This happy night.

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poem by Moon Fairy
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Always, After Something, Comes A Void

always, after something is done,
a word written
on paper, filling in the blank sheet
with something, there is always that
void, which comes next, asking

why? and telling you
there is still something left out there
and you must look for it

a pin? a button, or a lock of hair
things getting smaller
than your nail and you
try to voice it out

tonight? No. Tomorrow morning.
No. At dawn when everything is
silent and you have all the power
to think, and grope and
dig and crawl into the recesses
of your brain.

write me, write me, i am almost
dead. Says the letters scattered
on your bed.

you want to sleep. They fly like
fireflies above your face
and they dance in circles.

you are tired. Your eyes
close like the rock that
kept the dead body
of Christ.

yes. at 3 a.m. again.
leave me.

poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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