Half-formed Faces in the Ether
For the Love of Music
Buried in shit, we’re bound to get shitty.
Can’t eat the cake and keep it all pretty!
So much of life is needless strife
When we refuse to choose the nitty-gritty.
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“Hot town, summer in the city”?
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Toil all day to keep up with the times
Then waste the night on petty crimes.
Running in place, what a disgrace!
The treadmill is still but never climbs!
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“Trade in your hours for a handful of dimes”?
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Grass tickles my toes as I sit on the lawn.
My so(u)l grows as moonbeams spawn.
No one knows why there’s pie in the sky
But the best I can do is not be a pawn.
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“And I said, hey-ey-ey, hey-ey-ey. I said hey…”
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Rommentary:
This is a meditation on songs I loved from the time of my youth, which I will append below in order of the quotes above. A special mention goes out to Marvin Gaye, who's timeless message resonates as well.
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C. Rommial Butler
C. Rommial Butler is a writer, musician and philosopher from Indianapolis, IN. His works can be found online through multiple streaming services and booksellers.
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Rommentary! Genius! Made me laugh! Ah, the simple life.
I sang this to my own tune hehehehe. These were my favourite lines: "Grass tickles my toes as I sit on the lawn. My so(u)l grows as moonbeams spawn."
What a unique work!!