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the third record from the top

thebettermanthebetterman Posts: 657
edited April 2005 in Poetry, Prose, Music & Art
so she said that everyone needs change
i agreed, saying i got some at the store
just the other day
laughing at my awkwardness
i saw a tear well up in her eye
but she was all business
the rest is a blur
and now i'm here
miles from what i know
lost inside my home
nothing gives me clarity
just faint memories
barely made out
just enough to keep me alive
i find myself reaching to the music
somehow i'm drawn to one record
the third from the top
mechanical like
as if i knew what it was
with purpose i drop the needle
the crackling strikes a nerve
comforts my sanity
and then i heard the words
i can't forget those words
i'll never forget those words
from the third record from the top
-one thing to remember, always have a good time, all the time
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  • oldermanolderman Posts: 1,765
    excellent!! :)

    i have my crackling records,
    stored in a box downstairs,
    'cept for the ones i want to hear,
    those vibes i gladly share..

    Coltrane, Miles, Lee Morgan,
    Hendrix, Cream, and Stones,
    of course i have some Beatles,
    my platter spins and hones..

    they're just a pile of records,
    i love them just the same,
    and i once loved young Debra,
    burned by a white hot flame..

    i'll listen that record now,
    to the 3rd record from the top,
    i'll groove to a sound from any past,
    reminisce until i drop...
    Down the street you can hear her scream youre a disgrace
    As she slams the door in his drunken face
    And now he stands outside
    And all the neighbours start to gossip and drool
    He cries oh, girl you must be mad,
    What happened to the sweet love you and me had?
    Against the door he leans and starts a scene,
    And his tears fall and burn the garden green
  • thebettermanthebetterman Posts: 657
    nice bro, damn you for stealing my spotlight! haha

    olderman spins the disks
    better than Childs spins her whisks
    grooving to the old school
    as he dances on his bar stool
    watching as the crowds grew
    while hearing Bitch's Brew

    looking at all the shakin' asses
    grooving to all the brasses
    he smiles out at the party
    knowing they're all hearty
    he flips to some Stones
    to continue rattling their bones

    he scans the crowd for her
    he knows the girl to whom i refer
    whether replaced by now or not
    he'll remember until his blood does clot
    no matter how many moons
    the girl who took half his tunes

    and with that, goodnight olderman, until next time
    -one thing to remember, always have a good time, all the time
  • Ms. HaikuMs. Haiku Posts: 7,265
    thebetterman wrote:
    so she said that everyone needs change
    i agreed, saying i got some at the store
    just the other day
    laughing at my awkwardness
    i saw a tear well up in her eye
    but she was all business
    the rest is a blur
    and now i'm here
    miles from what i know
    lost inside my home
    nothing gives me clarity
    just faint memories
    barely made out
    just enough to keep me alive
    i find myself reaching to the music
    somehow i'm drawn to one record
    the third from the top
    mechanical like
    as if i knew what it was
    with purpose i drop the needle
    the crackling strikes a nerve
    comforts my sanity
    and then i heard the words
    i can't forget those words
    i'll never forget those words
    from the third record from the top
    I like the significance of an object on a shelf especially the actions mechanical like.
    There is no such thing as leftover pizza. There is now pizza and later pizza. - anonymous
    The risk I took was calculated, but man, am I bad at math - The Mincing Mockingbird
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