Sudden, Song-Writing Break-through!

Nibbling at fame, or competence, whichever comes first and offers me a prize, I pushed myself relentlessly onward, swimming across the channel of an ocean of creative juices yesterday.  I wrote  FIVE SONGS “from scratch”  in less than 24 hours and recorded them on my Keyboard…  then posted them to YouTube.   So, this admittedly wasn’t much time to polish everything like I’d like to.   But for me, the sheer act of creation is always what counts!

The first song is all about my well-known inamorata, my desert valley friend, she who helps bring Balalaika music from Central Asia to the Sonoran Desert on the other side of the world.   We actually do play at midnight. She always picks up an exotic stringed instrument, perhaps her Turkish Banjo-lin (referred to in the song), and lures me into playing the keyboard.

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Midnight Mandolin Lady

Midnight Mandolin Lady I’m charmed by the sound of your Banjo-lin, baby, the best sound around

I love everything about you — because that’s what makes Suzanne — you!
How could I be judgmental — when that’s what makes you be you?

Midnight Mandolin Lady I’m charmed by the sound of your Banjo-lin, baby,  ain’t it the best sound around?

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This second song is about a seeker after perfection who believes in the world of Anime and video games to the point that she wants to find a costumed superhero to be her lover, and no-0ne else will do.

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Midnight’s Cavalcade of Stars

She’s masked and she’s stealthy
She’s sleek and she’s wealthy…
Not someone you’d ever see in bars…
She’s chasing midnight’s cavalcade of stars!

She’s alone and she’s noble!
Her eyes as misty as an opal!
She stares like the headlights of her fancy cars…
while chasing midnight’s cavalcade of stars!

She’s looking for men that can fly!
For men that are too tough to die!
It’s those men she’d like to ‘try’…
Even if they’re from Mars…
She’s chasing midnight’s cavalcade of stars!

The men she wants aren’t of these earth!
Women haven’t given them birth…
They’re Costumed Action-Figures from afar!
She’s chasing midnight’s cavalcade of stars!

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The third song began with a memory of a woman laying in a patch of moonlight.  At the time she seemed a thousand light yards long as she lay there, surely a suitable reason for song!

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Your Curves are in the Moonlight Below!

I look down from my old world
at you sleeping there — unfurled —
a thousand light years all spread-out below…
You are a mystery, like a woman risen from the sea,
a woman care and trouble cannot bow…

And, darling… this much I do know:  that:
Your curves are in the moonlight…
as warm and sweet as June-light…
Your curves are in the moonlight — below!

So much is mere conjecture!
empty space in each prefecture!
And men search for ancient tombs to open
while women’s fresh young wombs are hopin’
for pleasures before the snow…

And, darling… yes, this much I know: that:
Your curves are in the moonlight…
as warm and sweet as June-light…
Your curves are in the moonlight — below!

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This is a memory of a lady who lives on the very top of the San Andreas fault in California, and must live her everyday life with the knowledge that at any time, she might get swallowed up by the earth.  But then again,  everyone is in more or less that same predicament at every moment of their lives anyway, so why is her predicament so special?  In fact, it helps deal with such a lifestyle by laughing at it.   Sure, laugh at the crack in the earth, it may go away.

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My Love on the San Andreas

My love on the San Andrea —  not many faults….
She goes ‘subterranean’ —   prefers to live in vaults.
My love on the San Andreas  gives me that ‘sinking feeling’,
Once, when I kissed her, the whole place started reeling.

Oh, love!  Oh, love!  Please don’t stay!
Oh, love!  Sweet love! Let’s move away!
Don’t you feel like you’re under ‘psychic attack’
When you realize your house is on top of a crack?

A hole in the yard is larger in dio-meter,
It just swallowed-up Pasadena’s 2nd seismometer.
One time she played a version of ‘Shake, Rattle & Roll’,
I went to visit her — next day — there was just a hole!

Oh, love!  Oh, love!  Please don’t stay
Oh, love!  Sweet love!  Let’s move away!
Don’t you feel like you’re under ‘psychic attack’
When you realize your house is on top of a crack?

My love on the San Andreas — took many a turn!
The pipes would break — the house would burn!
If you are near there,  please do what is wise…
It’s a place that can’t be “exorcised”

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Finally for this issue, well, what finer part of a woman’s anatomy should I be writing about here than her lips? Think of all the good experiences one has had of the opposite sex that involve the lips, and you will see it was fine time for someone to write a song!

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What Is It About Your Lips?

What is it about your lips?  Aren’t they — just a pair of …lips?
Yet of your person — they’re the very “tips”… Mmmm!  such a pair..  of lips!

Why do they look — why do they feel — why do they taste — so good?

They look so good because they’re YOURS
They feel so good because YOU feel good, too!
They taste so good, ’cause YOU are  “Good Tasted!”
So give me a kiss before they’re “wasted!”

What IS it About Your Lips?

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Here are links to the YouTube videos where I just uploaded all the performances of these songs, just as I was writing them (so can you be sure there’s some rough edges!:)

“Midnight Mandolin Lady”
http://www.youtube.com/profile?user=edaugusts#p/u/4/NYxwrDeJ3FY

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“Midnight’s Cavalcade of Stars”

http://www.youtube.com/profile?user=edaugusts#p/u/2/-krMkBMbVUM

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“My Love on the San Andreas:”

http://www.youtube.com/profile?user=edaugusts#p/u/0/ytasS_4fnsg

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“Your Curves are in the Moonlight Below”

http://www.youtube.com/profile?user=edaugusts#p/u/2/DzMfoPXTQa

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“There’s Something About Your Lips!”

http://www.youtube.com/profile?user=edaugusts#p/u/0/1TMHX2u_ixU

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