Less of a story
More your interior exposure
Yet still about the closure
Of a life taken too soon
A life taken way too soon
Not yet in heaven
Or in the overcast grey skies
Not counting to seven
Nor riding on the fairground rides
Play it again Sam
Think once more of Cypress Avenue
Those notes of sweet perfumes
Tunes that drift on by
Tunes that slowly drift on by
On those days of happenstance
Where fate alone could take its chance
Of those days on which to say goodbye
Wondering why you had to die
Most days I would try to write a poem; it is a practice, as I suppose is meditation, or smiling, or watching the world go by
Friday, 26 July 2019
Thursday, 25 July 2019
Spiegel im Spiegel (Arvo Pärt)
I love you
I love you
I love you
I love you
I don’t want to say too much more
No...
No...
No, I don’t want to say too much more
And if you don’t come home
I will try to comprehend
And if you do come home
I will try to make amends
I loved you
I loved you
I loved you
I love you
I love you
I love you
I love you
I don’t want to say too much more
No...
No...
No, I don’t want to say too much more
And if you don’t come home
I will try to comprehend
And if you do come home
I will try to make amends
I loved you
I loved you
I loved you
I love you
Wednesday, 24 July 2019
A Whiter Shade Of Pale (Procul Harum)
Yes, yes, yes you were somewhat special
Yes you did predict it would be number one
Before anyone else took any notice
No need to understand the lyrics or the meaning
For you it is emotion and grace which come first
And that song, yes that song
It hit you right there in your solar plexus
With its layers of grace, of grace and emotion
Since then you have looked into the light
Still without worry of the meaning
You are here and you are with us
No longer the whiter shade of pale
No longer the doubter of doubts
You are here and you are with us
No longer the spiller of tears
Yes, yes, yes you are somewhat special
Yes you did predict it would be number one
Before anyone else took any notice
No need to understand the lyrics or the meaning
For you it is emotion and grace which come first
And that song, yes that song
It hit you right there in your solar plexus
With its layers of grace, of grace and emotion
Since then you have looked into the light
Still without worry of the meaning
You are here and you are with us
No longer the whiter shade of pale
No longer the doubter of doubts
You are here and you are with us
No longer the spiller of tears
Yes, yes, yes you are somewhat special
Tuesday, 23 July 2019
Sitting On The Dock Of The Bay (Otis Redding)
Skimming pebbles on the ocean
Sipping cocktails on the boardwalk
Twisting worry beads through the fingers
Keeping death another world away
Reading papers in the sunlight
Buying the NME for the music charts
Who is that soulful singer
Whose words sweetly and succinctly let us sway
That Saturday afternoon
In the closing down sale electric shop
Light Blue Stax and Red Atlantic records
Forty-fives for the less than twenty-fives
I bought them and I played them
I kept them for more than many a day
Light Blue Stax and Red Atlantic records
They set me up as the man who went astray
Sipping cocktails on the boardwalk
Twisting worry beads through the fingers
Keeping death another world away
Reading papers in the sunlight
Buying the NME for the music charts
Who is that soulful singer
Whose words sweetly and succinctly let us sway
That Saturday afternoon
In the closing down sale electric shop
Light Blue Stax and Red Atlantic records
Forty-fives for the less than twenty-fives
I bought them and I played them
I kept them for more than many a day
Light Blue Stax and Red Atlantic records
They set me up as the man who went astray
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Monday, 22 July 2019
Flower Duet (Léo Delibes)
All of those years
At the opera
In the music collection
Even selected for the funeral service
Played
In every room in this house
Yet only yesterday
Translated into English
Such that you could be by the river bank
Such that you could be holding hands
Such that you too
Could be there together
Going on forever
Going on and on and on forever
Hitting the high notes graciously
Not dwelling too too long on the low notes
At the opera
In the music collection
Even selected for the funeral service
Played
In every room in this house
Yet only yesterday
Translated into English
Such that you could be by the river bank
Such that you could be holding hands
Such that you too
Could be there together
Going on forever
Going on and on and on forever
Hitting the high notes graciously
Not dwelling too too long on the low notes
Available from Amazon As Paperback or for Kindle |
See more of Christopher's work Here |
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