Dust the gold off you fingers, mate.

Thursday, August 18, 2011

A truth:

Shift happens.

Spanglish Love-Lyrics

Well I metcha at fiesta

You called me senorita

Camelita, duclecita,

that means sweet thang

chitty chitty bang bang

Biddy biddy bum bum

Let’s keep it fun

while we’re still young

singing like selena in the time of her prima

biddy biddy bum bum

‘till the setting suns done

Boy your mi campanero

in an oversized sombrero

lead me to the dance flo’

Oh Oh Oh es so romantico

when we do the tango

I felt you sqeeze my mango

Don’t feel you have to let go

por que no puedo resistir, my dear

when you draw me near

Singing to Selena en the time of her prima

Biddy buddy bum bum

‘till the setting suns done

having fun while we’re still young

Loosen your your corbata

sip that sweet horchata

its all hakuna matata

dancing to the cha cha

chimmy chimmy changa

biddy biddy bonga

Senorita Carmelita la Gringa from Goleta

singing like selena in the time of her prima

biddy biddy bum bum

Get undone while were still young

‘till the morning’s suns up


Wednesday, August 10, 2011

All of Us

This is for all you lovers out there,

This is for all who have hate.

This goes out to all who give

and can bear

to give more than they can take

I’m pouring out my heart,

Baby.

Bleeding for the world

a lifetime’s work of art.

Maybe.

A story to be told

Someones got to give it a go

let their fellow earthlings know

that from time to time

we all lose our minds

and can’t find a place to call home

Although we are running

with no where to go

Your never alone, baby

never alone

perhaps the fact that

6 billion feel the same way

on days like today

can atone

and you’ll know

that your never alone, love

never alone.

Perhaps you’ll remember

that night in september

or november december

whatever is was...

You had no worries

sitting with friends

the snow came in flurries

and you felt in the end

perhaps life was fair

and drank in deep gulps

of cold winter air.

Darling I’ve laid it all

out here in these words

for the long hall

I hope, and I pray,

but in the end these are

still just words and

I fear, my Dear,

that they may not be heard.

You see,

baby

in trying times

these rhyming lines

may lose their strength

in literary confines.

Well, in the end and all and all

When push comes to shove

and fate comes to call

all I can do is

take a deep breath

unswallow my pride

and say four comforting words

to myself in a molasses sigh.

At least I’ve tried.

At least I’ve tried.

Pearl

Oh isn’t she a beauty?

Oh isn’t she something?

She whistles and skips,

gives generous tips,

her pout pleasant with eyes twinkling.

She learns from the old

and teaches the young,

saves vagrants from cold

with the scarves she knits them.

And when she stays home

on a Saturday night,

she’s content all alone,

a lovely solitary sight.

There’s room in her heart

for mother brother sister and pop

with a vacancy held

for the family she’ll start.

On the day that you find

that this sprite I’ve become

is exactly the kind

you could tenderly love.

Venom


Why can’t you be a diamond snake

and have a tattle rattle

a poison indicator

to know you’ll make me ache?

Cause Baby, I’m a baby

a little dolly lady,

and I haven’t got the slightest clue

of how to stay away from you

You’ve got me in you clutches

my faces betrayed by blushes

You had me with your touches,

fangs are clenched, my heart gushes.

So tell me now, handsome devil,

if the pain is worth the game.

Can I tame this rousing rebel,

or would it be in vain?

If what is wrong is truly wrong,

why does it feel so right?

So I’ll hang on, just sing this song,

and squeeze with all my might.