silently i surface
olderman
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trace my motions with your soft felt feathered pen,
lace the potions born of your sweetest kisses
mix these with an assorted blend of tangier paradise,
fix my soul correctly in your love's blinding fissures.
stray to the corners of your universe,
stay with me for as long as it takes,
that shame you forgot in a past time,
what blame sees as another creates.
feel only my love and lust for you,
steal my heart as my need is true,
clear a place in your life for me,
steer your path to my bay and my sea.
lace the potions born of your sweetest kisses
mix these with an assorted blend of tangier paradise,
fix my soul correctly in your love's blinding fissures.
stray to the corners of your universe,
stay with me for as long as it takes,
that shame you forgot in a past time,
what blame sees as another creates.
feel only my love and lust for you,
steal my heart as my need is true,
clear a place in your life for me,
steer your path to my bay and my sea.
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
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
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it's too f'n cool, ain't it?
i'm an old-fashioned girl and i remember my auntie helen dancing around in her crinolined sateen skirt and white pumps with a martini in one dainty hand and a sweet cap cig in the other,singing this rosemary clooney song.it's jazz,man,no matter how you slice it.eat up.
Come on-a my house my house, I'm gonna give you candy
Come on-a my house, my house, I'm gonna give a you
Apple a plum and apricot-a too eh
Come on-a my house, my house a come on
Come on-a my house, my house a come on
Come on-a my house, my house I'm gonna give a you
Figs and dates and grapes and cakes eh
Come on-a my house, my house a come on
Come on-a my house, my house a come on
Come on-a my house, my house, I'm gonna give you candy
Come on-a my house, my house, I'm gonna give you everything
Rosie was a great jazz singer. This was her first big hit. The producers convinced her to sing the song with an Italian accent.
Unfortunately, Rosemary had mental problems. Dipolar or whatever..
She passed away in 2002.. lung cancer it was..
However, her voice is on record.. RIP, Rosemary Clooney
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
olderman.....I liked your peom.....but ya gotta find a release for your lust......it is surely a monster!!!!!
and I'm Ethel Merman,
and I'm Larry Flynt." Dear Rosie.
"Yesterday my name was Herman
Munster; then today my name
was Drac, canine and molar.
The days are fun and never lame
when you're octapolar."
Lovely posts, Jesse and Felicity.
the trick is finding people who understand that.and still love you.
i gotta be meeee!
and me
and me too
don't forget me
what about me?
see me?
feel me?
touch me?
heal me?
me and my shadow
ad infinitum
ad nauseum
listening to you,
i hear the music..
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
Let's just breathe...
I am myself like you somehow