Right Note Blues

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Lady Luck in all her wisdom did rejoice
As my lady crooned her birthday (wish)
That she sang using her voice
She brought me a melody served on a silver dish
And swallowed with great care what was really poison


Sweet majesty, my lady she ordered the scribe/
To write out the details of all her friend’s wives./
She gathered the insight within the palm of her hand.
She doesn’t let me peak
I’ve never tried to.



Crazy is the beat played by the symphony of gold
But it couldn’t stop Sir Isaac Newton from getting old
My lady’s ear failed to get the notes inside of her to ring.
Notes of sorrow and sweet ancient knowledge.


Dr. Martin Luther King could not have thought of it so clear
What men of color actually really fear
That time he stood outside in the balcony of hate
Cue the cries of the grieving people

Rate me within the standards of the common man
Then you will find that I am not as sick as them
Sweater in my closet has a dollar bill for you
I’ve put great care
I hope you like it

Crutch in a weathered leg was beginning to peel
The performers thought to stop once they saw his pain was real
A man waved his finger to the crowd/
Hey, I need a hand can you help me?

My perfect pretty thing is now pulling on the shade
Of time and innocence she must be feeling brave
Uncovering the color under the symphony of gold
She hesitated at first
Then hopped on over.

Melody chained to the pole of summarized insight
My lady’s friends who almost died of fright
Swinging around, stationary unable to be free.
That chain is pretty good
For what we payed for.

Creepy is the ghost of George R Martin in the stall
He is peeing on the tombstones of the fallen hero of us all
Who tried to kill the master of the music just outside
He pierced the navel of the conductor who recovered.

Pakistan, elite Muslims tried to howl
A song to the deity in charge of
Removing lady mystic’s towel
To see with their eyes what the fuss is about.
It’s lobsided” they said
“It wasn’t worth the ticket”


I wish my songs could corrupt my love
Starting from her ear
So she can sing with great talent along side all that she fears
Great dissonance sparks the piano on stage
“That song is pretty good”
“How did you write it”

Sweet majesty soulful
She is satisfied
Into her cranium it spun around
Curled up and fried
She had no chance to speak
Apologizing .