Gloomy Tuesday

I started this blog as a place to post my song lyrics and poems for anyone who wants to read them, and it sort of took on a blog life of it's own. So, to get back to the archiving.....here are the words to one of the songs I played last weekend at the CFF.

Go Free

Oh, my precious valentine,
A diva with nine lives to spare,
(I was lucky enough to occupy,
The one in nine for which you did not care)

You’re never not beautiful,
And I am not easily drawn away,
But still I’ll say,

Go free,
And tell the feelings you call prisoners,
That they are released from me.

Thought I’d push enough to win,
Thought I’d love enough for two,
(My ambition was in the red,
And that’s exactly what left us black and blue)

But our gardens weren’t meant to be so green.
No, we were just flowers shooting through cracks in the sidewalk,
On a cloudy block.

Go free,
And tell the feelings you call prisoners,
That they are released from me.

If you ever reach New York City,
And you forget what it’s like to be held,
(Though I don’t think you’ll have that problem,
I myself, know it all too well)

My arms are always open,
But my hands are still just as cold,
So,

Go free,
And tell the feelings you call prisoners,
That they are released from me.