Love Enough

dried flowers

 

You were there when I came home

Smiling, but distant and uncertain

What was it that made me end the play

Bring down the final curtain?

 

We never knew that it would end

But each silence was a clue

I cried when you said you knew it was done

It was all I could do for you.

 

Chorus:

Sometimes love isn’t quite enough

You gave and I gave

But the taking was rough

Sometimes love’s not enough

 

When we met we knew there were rifts

That we though our love would cross

But what do you do when the rifts remain

And compromise is lost?

 

You were gone when I got back

From your bittersweet note I could see

That you meant us never to meet again

It was all you could do for me.

 

Chorus:

Sometimes love isn’t quite enough

You gave and I gave

But the taking was rough

Sometimes love’s not enough

 

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Bird Dog

(Gutsy, bluesy, sung with humor)

wet grass

We made it like rabbits

Time before there was Time

Thumping along in the wet grass.

 

We had a deal in those days

About never trying

To make it Real

Make it Feel

Make it Steel

But just to Make It.

 

Why couldn’t you leave well-enough alone?

The rabbits in the grass

Have thumped away into the past

Because you couldn’t leave a good thing alone.

 

I don’t want no peacock

Who struts his stuff at work then

Drags his technicolor tail home

 

Haven’t you said,

“Domestic bliss is a language

That is Dead

Never Read

Bad in Bed

It’s a fable”

 

Why couldn’t you leave well-enough alone?

Boy, you know birds in a cage

Always get to look their age

If you’d only left a good thing alone

 

I want to find me a bird dog

A happy wet-nosed woofer

We would roll in the hay

Letting it lay

Making it play

And just Making It.

Drop It

picture of woman breaking plates

Breaking Plates by Emiliano Ponzi

Sometimes you’re feeling sad

Perhaps a little mad

You’d like to give the world

A great big finger

 

The fact that you have learned

Is others aren’t concerned

You feel like ‘they’ have put you

Through the wringer

 

So deal with it…

 

(chorus)

Smash the plates and knickknacks too

It is really up to you

Include the frames and photos that you hate

 

Drop a cup, and break the dishes

While you do, make several wishes

And get your silly head on finally straight

 

All the junk in hallway closets

Keep it up ‘til you’re exhausted…

And you’ll find that you’ll feel better

When you’re through.

Yes, you’ll find that you’ll feel better when you’re through.

 

You DO feel better, don’t you? Knew you would!

 

Now, clean it up. Ha ha ha ha ha.