Sunday, August 29, 2010

Edge of Sober (Ode to the Queer Revue After Party)

As the witching hour passes
Take this chance and fill your glasses
Friends depart and friends return
Play your part and wait your turn

Share you hearts, share your minds
Share the love and share the lies
Heartbreak, wonder, joy and tears
Darling tell me all your fears

Philosophy lines, fine dining and wines
Publicity wires and new bald tyres
At the end of the line and wattle
I've reached the bottom of my water bottle

Shout out! Get me a man
For my man, if you can
Cat get back and watch the track
If you'll make up for all you lack

Six foot and blonde and a doctor to boot
Leave me my pirates to handle the loot
Next choice not a suit, but a lawyer up North
And dream the dream, from this day forth

Is it time now for eggs, as daylight ascends?
Or wait one more moment, to pass the bends
Hold another, with a Bushell of tea
Let some pale sunlight wash over me

As the stumbles away this happy morn
Leave us not feeling any more forlorn
We'll wave goodbye today and to you
And revel in the memory of our little revue

Thursday, August 12, 2010

Only one person allowed per cubicle (a song, as yet without melody)

We meet

I see your eyes
and I'm lost
I hear your voice
and I swoon
I feel your touch
and I quiver

Press against me
and speak
I feel your gaze
and I'm weak
Kiss me
and I'm yours

(chorus)
Make love to me
Tonight
Or let me stare
I want, want you
Tonight
And I don't care where

I revel in the feel
Of your hands
Against me

Tell me
How do I feel
Against you?

This fuel-soaked night
Is only
Perfect

Still my slowly racing mind
Demands it again, free
From influence
(just to be sure)

(chorus)

Days on it won't
Escape me
Yet you do

When did reality
Become so
Surreal?

Now that we Know
One another, do we
Deserve each other?

Should it even matter, when
I finally have a tale
That makes me smile?

(chorus)

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Just guess what I'm writing about here :P

I've no idea what the melody or rhythm will be, or whether it's as emotive as I'd like it to be.