And another new song...
FinsburyParkCarrots
Seattle, WA Posts: 12,223
Wrote this one today. The chords are all done, too. I'll do a demo soon:
"Lucella Beaucoup"
Lucella Beaucoup
Makes a world of her mind, not as others do:
A grey cloudy day becomes Baldy San Gabriel Blue.
Bougainvillea gold
Echoes bright Pasadena, a valley of old:
A wild Santa Ana’s a clown, with a comical frown.
And Lucella will sing,
Then sundogs will rise like a roar.
An ocean will ring
Dophins, in call, slow and pure.
Lucella Beaucoup
Holds a apple so green: in her touch, in her view,
Its sphere is the globe of our dance, into love, into blue.
And a whitewhisper fold
Of a butterfly breeze is a legend untold:
A wild Santa Ana’s made king, from the tiniest wing.
And Lucella will sing,
Then mountainstar comets will soar.
Their reeling will ring
The Om of the earth, of our core.
And Lucella will sing,
Then roses will wash on the shore.
A magic will ring
Arcadian secrets and lore.
"Lucella Beaucoup"
Lucella Beaucoup
Makes a world of her mind, not as others do:
A grey cloudy day becomes Baldy San Gabriel Blue.
Bougainvillea gold
Echoes bright Pasadena, a valley of old:
A wild Santa Ana’s a clown, with a comical frown.
And Lucella will sing,
Then sundogs will rise like a roar.
An ocean will ring
Dophins, in call, slow and pure.
Lucella Beaucoup
Holds a apple so green: in her touch, in her view,
Its sphere is the globe of our dance, into love, into blue.
And a whitewhisper fold
Of a butterfly breeze is a legend untold:
A wild Santa Ana’s made king, from the tiniest wing.
And Lucella will sing,
Then mountainstar comets will soar.
Their reeling will ring
The Om of the earth, of our core.
And Lucella will sing,
Then roses will wash on the shore.
A magic will ring
Arcadian secrets and lore.
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Lucella Theroux
Makes a world of her mind, not as others do:
A grey cloudy day becomes Baldy San Gabriel Blue.
Bougainvillea gold
Echoes bright Pasadena, a valley of old:
A wild Santa Ana’s a clown, with a comical frown.
And Lucella will sing,
Then sundogs will rise like a roar.
An ocean will ring
Dophins, in call, slow and pure.
Lucella Theroux
Holds an apple so green: in her touch, in her view,
Its sphere is the globe of our dance, into love, into blue.
And a whitewhisper fold
Of a butterfly breeze is a legend untold:
A wild Santa Ana’s made king, from the tiniest wing.
And Lucella will sing,
Then mountainstar comets will soar.
Their reeling will ring
The Om of the earth, of our core.
And Lucella will sing,
Then roses will wash on the shore.
A magic will ring
Arcadian secrets and lore.
did you spell arcadia correctly? greece? or did you mean to spell acadia as in french canadian?
good stuff fins, as always.
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
Awesome!
-Enoch Powell
On first read here I pronounced it Boe Coo, so Theroux is the same to me, hehee.
When I got to the last line I sort of re-wrote it my head to read Circadian rhythms and lore...
Not bad, though, I like it.
Now I must go hide for questioning the master.
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I look forward to hearing it.
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would love to hear the demo (if you post it!)