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Monday, September 28, 2020

Questions Inspired By Lost Love and Bobby Womack


Questions Inspired By Lost Love
And Bobby Womack




Where do we go from here
Now that our love has gone?
How do our feet dance their slow dance
Now that they're walking alone?

When do we get to smile again?
Our smiles disappeared when we frowned
How do we stay above water
Now that the passion has drowned?

Why did our love die in vain
After living so sweetly in dreams?
Why did the promise get broken so quickly
When we found nothing was what it seems?

How do you mend what is broken?
Can the broken rise up and be healed?
How does a soul resume dreaming?
When you find only nightmares are real?

I don't know, my love, where you are tonight
And all these things, my heart needs to know
I'm lost and I'm going right out of my mind
Because it's the only place I know to go.


©by Voo Shining Stone
9/2020



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My Second Favorite Song Raptor................






A thousand full moons pound in my heart
Wanting to be....wild with you.............

If I Had To Choose One Favorite Song.....this would probably have to be it

Make A Smile For Me 

by Bill Withers

I grew up listening to this song over and over
and still do. Put it on loop and let the words
and music carry you away. Peace







Sunday, September 27, 2020

Little Drummer Boy




Little Drummer Boy



There he sits in the background, as usual
In the dark, behind the stars
 
He waits for his solo
Patiently, but not always

Sometimes, he has to play
To let go of the rage

To get all the pain gone
And beat the hell out of the demons

When he gets like that
The other members turn to look

Stand to the side
And let him have the floor

Play, little drummer boy, they chant
And the audience stops in their tracks

It's those times he lives for
Those moments he shines like the star he is

You can hear the drum beat in heaven
You can feel the roll in hell

The room races with the rhythm
And his heart comes alive with the beat of percussion

Play, little drummer boy, play, I say softly
As I watch him from my corner

And as he plays and marches to his own beat
I feel the earth move under my feet

I feel my pain shatter like glass
And fall away like rain gone dry

On and on he pounds those drums
Softly now, wilder now, wilder now

And the cymbals crash in silence
As the crescendo peaks and falls

We catch our breath
And hold it, afraid to exhale

The moment is magic
It's healing, it's deliverance in a drum

The crowd goes wild
And for a moment, the spotlight holds him prisoner

Then it's over
And the stars begin to sing again

The people rush to the dance floor
Full of energy, full of renewed release

And in the background
The little drummer boy sits in the dark

Tears fill his eyes, he is alone
His hands hurt, his fingers tingle

But the anger is gone now
The rage subsided, the demons quieted

He has played his heart out once more
And nothing else matters to him for awhile

And he is at peace


©by Voo
Dec 1, 08
7 p.m.
For Todd



Take Me Back To The Night We Met