Mourning Morning Star Dreams

Mourning Morning Star Dreams

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Lyrics, Music (c) ustaknow (alias), 2018 all rights reserved

I've always wanted to try a "coded song"; this came up, and really out of no where today. I just sat down to "write a song" any song. This was the result. This is in part from an unfinished lyric from this FAWM; the last lyric there.

I am sure today more than ever many speak in a code rather than straight forward "communicate" for the sake of communication.

If one looks back, looks at history of all kinds, coded action, speech, other-?, was necessary even to survive. One had to carefully and longitudinally test and probe prior to nearly anything in life, --life long. I would have been glad to have known that far earlier in life Smile -- the what, how and why of it. Life mentors are "priceless" when/if you get them.

So..., in this less than ideal period, this feels like a good one to knock out Crazy

-- When I get a chance, play this a bit, I'll put up a track. It was another one of those, minutes, seconds to write songs. I am grateful for this when it occurs, but, I'd like for them to last a bit longer to, in the initial work through since for me the action of creating them is a big part of why I do this. It's why I am able to delete them, or as I had with my "Art" work product, sell, give or even burn it in a large flaming pile when could not move "it" all Crazy -- hahhh, true (nearly burned down my barn that day... oil paint and canvas makes for a big, hot fire).

Lyrics: 

G hi-g D f#
Mourning morning-fantasies…, in failing old seed 
G D
Crying wolves as doves…, and unicorn pleads
F f Am e G d
Prying for their massacres and fighting and spurs // // 
F f Am e G d
Dreams from my mass - ses..., of nightingale burns // //

G D
Oh these mourning activists..., spry in their mire
G D
What would they do…, if ever got fooled …
F f Am G
What would they paint, their burdened dreams with, --then // // 
F f Am G
What would they taint, their curling screams with, --then // // 

G D
Your fantasies you say…, wash your rags in-blood to white 
G D
And say nothing of being the ones, to collude the false fight
F Am G
And they weight in the scale-of, your mighty wind freeze 
F Am G
And they wait in the pail-of, your frighten - ing need

G D
The trumpets then will blow, and bowls will be poured
G D
And what then will be..., the lessor their lessons need
F Am G
And then will be the plan of their gaping wound spurned 
F Am G
And then will be the man of their gaping anti-burned 

G D
So they protest to protest..., the protest of your dreams
G D
And fight and argue…, while there you bleed
F Am G
Your flesh blood and bone, lying as monument stone
F Am G
No tree of eternal life, none will they see 2x (be ~ 2x)



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billwhite51's picture

one of the things i like about your songs is that ic an never predict what they wil be like from reading the lyrics.

cindyrella's picture

I have to say that I haven't figured you out yet (:)), but then, I haven't myself either! This is pretty deep and interesting for sure!

fresh spotless youth's picture

I kind of feel like you're rewriting the Book of Revelations. I don't get too hung up on what things Mean, but I like this a lot. I try to stay spry in my mire, with occasional success