They bought themselves a boat

Another lyric. Inspired by the movie, “Tempest”.

They bought themselves a boat
They thought they’d sail to the islands
They bought themselves a boat
They thought they’d sail to the islands

Then a storm came along
The boat they’d bought it crashed and sank
Then a storm came along
The boat they’d bought it crashed and sank

The soul is an island
In the deep deep waters
The island is on no map
No gps can find it

They could’ve drowned at sea
Instead they made it to the island
They could’ve drowned at sea
Instead they made it to the island

This island, it was green
A paradise an Eden was
This island, it was green
A paradise an Eden was

The soul is an island
In the deep deep waters
The island is on no map
No gps can find it

If you’re one for sailing
Hire a boat goodly sturdy
If you’re one for sailing
Hire a boat goodly sturdy

So when you hit the storms
Your boat will not be sinking
So when you hit the storms
Your boat will not be sinking

The soul is an island
In the deep deep waters
The island is on no map
No gps can find it

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Soon

Another lyric for your enjoyment.

Rigor mortis is setting in
When it does I’ll be stiff as a board
Just another corpus delicti
Part of a great skeleton hoard

Crossing over the River Styx
On I go to another side
Hoping to be one of the picks
Through the Pearly Gates to reside

Soon I’ll be in the grave or bust
Soon I’ll be ashes and rust
Soon I’ll be nothing but dust
Soon I’ll be part of the crust

I’ve done my share of roaming
I’ve got trav’ling shoes to prove it
Picked up a bit of sea and sand
Been to the sunrise and in the pits

Took on the valleys and mountains
Over rainbows and under bridges
Never sure where I was bounding
When I made my jump off the edges

Soon I’ll be in the grave or bust
Soon I’ll be ashes and rust
Soon I’ll be nothing but dust
Soon I’ll be part of the crust

Theme Song for an Itchy Back

A lyric to be sung to the tune of “The Impossible Dream”.

To scratch the impossible itch
To fight that terrible bad twitch
To bear the unbearable thing
To reach for a really hard stretch

To make the unstretchable goal
To feel the relief of the touch
To try when my arms are too short
To reach that unreachable hutch

This is my quest
To go for the spot
No matter how hopeless
No matter the knot

To make the good stretch
Without reason or rhyme
To be willing to make the tear
Of a muscular kind

And I know if I give it the try
To that hard to reach spot
To my back relief will appear
When the bad itch is not

And my body will thank me for this
That one arm, short and almost unhitched
Did move with that one heck of a try
To reach the unbearable itch

Near 500 words: Light your candle, my friends

a lyric for these times

It is better to light one candle than to curse the darkness. The Christophers.

These are dark dark times
Winter is coming on
The night is closing in
The moon has up and gone

So light your candle, my friends
If you’re longing for the cool cool waters of love
Light your candle, my friends

Anger is all the rage
Wild fires from town to town
And soon it’s ’bout to come
Our cities burning down

So light your candle, my friends
If you’re longing for the cool cool waters of love
Light your candle, my friends

The sky is bloody red
Passions running deep
A storm is on the rise
Life is on the cheap

So light your candle, my friends
If you’re longing for the cool cool waters of love
Light your candle, my friends

The devil’s on the move
His demons having fun
Packing loaded guns
At the setting of the sun

So light your candle, my friends
If you’re longing for the cool cool waters of love
Light your candle, my friends

Deliver Us

Hearing that Tom Petty was another victim of the opioid epidemic the country is struggling with inspired this lyric.

Oh, sweet Jesus
Oh, sweet Jesus
Oh, sweet Jesus
Deliver us
Deliver our children now

Doctor Death, he’s comin’ to town
Doctor Death, he’s walkin’ around
Doctor Death, can you hear his sound
Doctor Death, he’s taking us down

Oh, sweet Jesus
Oh, sweet Jesus
Oh, sweet Jesus
Deliver us
Deliver our children now

Doctor Death, he takes the prize
Doctor Death, he’s in disguise
Doctor Death, he’s talkin’ jive
Doctor Death, he’s telling lies

Oh, sweet Jesus
Oh, sweet Jesus
Oh, sweet Jesus
Deliver us
Deliver our children now

Doctor Death, he’s out for thrills
Doctor Death, he’s doing deals
Doctor Death, he’s giving out pills
Doctor Death, don’t we know they kill

Oh, sweet Jesus
Oh, sweet Jesus
Oh, sweet Jesus
Deliver us
Deliver our children now