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Portrait of Art~Whimsically Yours Studio

Art~Whimsically Yours Studio



Portrait of Art~Whimsically Yours Studio

 



 


ILLUSIONS-(a must read for all aspiring songwriters.)

 

Monday, Jan 16, 2012 @ 1:01 AM



There are far greater depths


where one's soul often sinks,

when the brain cells all starve 
and can no longer think,

where a writer too often 
is left on the brink,

to abandon the task 
and be gone in a blink.

 

Coining phrases and yet 
never gaining coined praise,

penning unpublished works
till the end of their days,

where their reach exceeds any 
success they will grasp,

yet they'll still sing unheard songs 
with their dying gasp.

 

The music that calls them 
to capture its beauty,

is often illusion bidding 
them to their duty

to pen masterpieces 
in which they truly believe,

songs the masses of listeners
simply fail to perceive.

 

To work and re-work 
a tune till is is beaten

always looking for some hook 
or note that will sweeten,

the hit that becomes 
just a smack in the face,

till their muse comes around 
with new songs to embrace.

 

I know, I have walked down 
despairs darkest alleys,

my dreams in cardboard boxes 
where failures are tallied

homeless wraiths near the back
doors of studio rejections,

scarred in red ink that tattoos 
their great imperfections.

 

The first one hundred songs 
that you write, truth be told

are just practice, mostly efforts 
that will never be sold,

oh, so many good songwriters 
fail to control,

all their screams, meant as whispers 
that pour from their soul.

 

But my muse is a demon, 
a cruel workaholic,

and I'll not be a free man 
till I craft what's bucolic,

in the ears of producers 
seeking something that rocks

as I fail each exam in their 
schools of hard knocks.

 

So it's back to the sound boards 
and my faithful guitar,

like a miner seeking gold 
with only dust in his jar,

till the right combination 
brings sensations in song,

where each note is important, 
and nothing's played wrong

then I'll reach that bright stage 
where I truly belong.

 

ArtWhimsically Yours studio 
MFB III Productions-(c)-2012





 


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I Am The Alamo.

 

 
http://www.reverbnation.com/artwhimsicallyyoursstudio/song/14634430-i-am-the-alamo

 


 

San Antonio still holds the ruins

of a tragic battle fought,

where 300 men 

gave up their precious lives,

for independence that they sought.

 

And the odds they faced were staggering 

outnumbered 3,000 to one,

but their spirits never wavered

until they fell beneath the guns. 

 

Chorus-

 

I am the Alamo

I am the last man standing

behind the walls you chose to build,

but I'll go down fighting

never understanding

why our love is unfulfilled.

 

Like a Mexican standoff 

we are at an impasse,

you've chosen to be my stalemate.

cause you hold a fear of becoming commited,

but I'll sit right here and wait.

 

Chorus-

 

I am the Alamo

I am the last man standing

behind the walls you chose to build,

but I'll go down fighting

never understanding

why our love is unfulfilled.

 

I've surrendered all that I have to give,

I've raised a white flag to your love,

So if you ever decide you need somebody to share, 

I'll give you all you're dreaming of.

 

Chorus-

 

I am the Alamo

I am the last man standing

behind the walls you chose to build,

but I'll go down fighting

never understanding

why our love is unfulfilled.

Why our love can't be fulfilled.

 

Art~Whimsically yours Studio

MFB III Productions-(c)-2012

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My Torch Song.

 

 

http://www.reverbnation.com/artwhimsicallyyoursstudio/song/16403395-my-torch-song

 

 

She's a match that sparks fire,

....sizzling hot

she's what all men desire,

....pleasure they ain't got,

She's a TNT wire 

lit and ready to blow,

and I still carry her torch, 

from such a long time ago....

 

Chorus-

 

She's much warmer than Sterno

....in a red hot can,

she was a blazing inferno,

back when I was her man,

but she turned my heart 

into a heap of smoldering coals, 

then she kicked my ash and left

when she was ready to go.

 

She could sleep with the Devil,

....but he'd quickly burn out

and he'd finally discover

just what heaven's about...

she would set demons to screaming 

and the sinners would shout,

for one gaze into her blazing eyes 

before she checked out,

 

Chorus-

 

They'd crave warmth 

just like sterno,

......in a red hot can,

and in the midst of hell's flames,

they'd want to be her hot man,

but she'd turn their souls into 

a heap of smoldering coals,

then she'd turn and kick their ash,

when she was ready to go.

 

Bridge-

 

There a millions of women

who could never compare,

but I'd rather find a lukewarm one,

with true love to share,

you can bring lukewarm to boiling

with the gentlest touch,

basking in the heat of someone

who loves you so much.

 

Chorus- 

 

A gal whose warmer then Sterno

....in a red hot can,

a blazing inferno who calls you her man,

someone who'd never turn your heart 

to smoldering coals,

or kick your ash and leave you

when she's ready to go...

she won't kick your ash and leave you

when she's ready to go....

 

 

Art~Whimsically Yours Studio

MFB III Productions-(c)-2013

 

 


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I  Am  The   Bullet ! !

 

http://www.reverbnation.com/artwhimsicallyyoursstudio/song/13066636-i-am-the-bullet-

 

 

One Bullet's story, one life sacrificed in the telling, millions more chapters to come, billions of case histories all gathering dust in the vast gaping maw of time. You be the judge on this one....how does this bullet make you feel???

 

Verse-1

 

I am the bullet

lying deep in a box,

under hundreds of cartons

of yet unopened shells.

 

Verse 2-

 

In the back of a storeroom

resting snug in the darkness,

in my bright copper jacket

over lead with brass casing

one of life's wicked hells.

 

Verse 3-

 

Sporting guts of gunpowder,

born and weighed by my caliber

with a mighty large impact,

small hole front,

H u g e wound exit,

flesh exploded, and torn.

 

Chorus-

 

I am the bullet

that someday not upon us

fate has slated

to lay waste

"Your dear precious daughter,

 

Verse 4-

 

But for now I am shelved

I wait here in a carton

filmed with dust

that had settled

long before she was born.

 

 

 

I am the Bullet......

 

I am The Bullet...........

 

(Bridge here......)

 

I am the felon, 

my merits are brief,

I have always been greedy

just a mugger and thief....

whose career has been criminal

wrought with violence and grief,

just to buy me some crack

and to find some relief.

 

gonna find me a mark

one with money who;s young, 

and if she gives me trouble

she's gonna get done....

that way there'll be no witnesses

cause prisons no fun........

 

I am that bullet

now spent, bent and battered

removed form the heart of 

a life that once mattered,

I snatched Mommies love from

two kids who are shattered,

left a husbands whose tears

on her gravestone are spattered. 

~

Chorus-

 

I am the bullet

in the year twenty-ten,

that's been tagged, bagged, 

and placed in the evidence bin.

 

Verse 6

 

Enveloped in darkness,

I am stored once again,

next to hundreds of bags,

holding bullets, mis-spent.

 

Verse 7

 

Zip locked into silence

from their tragic events,

years of dust cover them,

but each day more are sent.

Closing-

 

There are millions

still out there!!

this is my testament,

 

"I am the bullet!" 

 

 

 

(c)-1997-MFB III Productions

 


 

 


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Just blowing Smoke The Color Of My Blues.

 

 

http://www.reverbnation.com/artwhimsicallyyoursstudio/song/12171300-just-blowing-smoke-color-my-blues

 

 

Might as well just light a cigarette,

they'll kill me long before life lets

your precious love come back to me.

I got wine that helps me to forget,

But I haven't found my corkscrew yet,

to drown myself in misery....

 

All the vices that help dull my pain,

come back around to my sober brain

so I guess tonight I'll just refrain,

from that buzz that sets me free.

 

Chorus-

Cause I've been drunk

on your love so long,

and they don't make alcohol that's strong....

enough to help erase..... my losing you,

and though cigarettes relieve my stress,

they'll burn out like my happiness,

"I'm just blowing smoke that's the color of my blues.

 

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I downed six shots of whiskey

till I recalled how good you kissed me

then I staggered from that bar in an amber haze,

I drank moonshine from my neighbor's still

till I could barely breathe when I'd had my fill

but the crack of dawn just brought more lonely days.

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Chorus-

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Cause I've been drunk

on your love so long,

and they don't make alcohol that's strong....

enough to help erase..... my losing you,

and though cigarettes relieve my stress,

they'll burn out like my happiness,

"I'm just blowing smoke that's the color of my blues.

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Bridge-

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I tried whacky tobaccy,

in a bong and in a pipe,

but I wound up in a Chinese joint

eating everything in sight,

so I think it's time I gave up

all the ways to ease my grief

and start working on solutions

that'll bring you back to me....

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Chorus-

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Cause I've been drunk

on your love so long,

and they don't make alcohol that's strong....

enough to help erase..... my losing you,

and though cigarettes relieve my stress,

they'll burn out like my happiness,

"I'm just blowing smoke that's the color of my blues.

Yeah, I'm blowing smoke the color of my blues......

<>

Art~Whimsically Yours Studio

MFB III Productions-(c)-12

 

 


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We Have It All.

 

 

http://www.reverbnation.com/artwhimsicallyyoursstudio/song/13875336-we-had-it-all

 

 

I started off with nothing until I ended up with nothing

but I cherish all those sweet times in between,

when you clung to faith tenaciously

making hard choices as you stood by me,

through my flings with fame and my years of misery.

 

Even though sometimes all we had was "Spam!!"

sharing breakfast and supper from a cheap, tin can,

till I wrote another hit and we dined on finer cuisine.

 

Chorus~

 

We walked that crooked road of hope, 

inching past ravines with a deadly slope,

balanced only by love, our rope against the fall,

down mountains of bills in an avalanche,

or strolling cool, green valleys when we had Carte Blanche

but what mattered the most is that with you I had it all..

 

Now we're reaching that point of no return

after a whole lotta love and some hard lessons to learn,

you only get out of life ...exactly what you earn...

We'll have to live now on my royalties, 

and we won't be living royally,

but I'm savoring every page we've yet to turn.

 

Chorus~

 

As We walk that crooked road of hope, 

inching past ravines with a deadly slope,

balanced by our love, roped together against the fall,

down those mountains of bills that might avalanche,

strolling cool, green valleys when we've got Carte Blanche

but the only thing that matters the most is that I had it all..

with you.....the only thing that matters most 

is that I had it all.

 

Bridge-

 

Someday we'll be lying side by side, 

in that place where love is temporarily denied

in that split second nap before Resurrection day.

then we'll rise together still joined as one,

to that place where our troubles will at last be done.

and we'll share sweet love forever and a day...

 

Chorus-

 

We'll fly above that crooked road of hope,

far above inclines with their deadly slopes,

balanced by our love we'll sail to Glories call,

let those mountains of bills just avalanche,

cause in heaven everything's gonna be Carte Blanche,

and we'll realize at last ...that we had it all,

and we'll realize at last that we have it all.

 

 

 

Art~Whimsically Yours Studio

MFB III Productions~(C)_Summer-2012

 

 


 


 

 

 


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New Lang Syne !

 

http://www.reverbnation.com/artwhimsicallyyoursstudio/song/15231405-new-lang-syne

 

 

As this old year slips away once more,

like it's done so many times before,

bent and hobbling with hair of gray

carrying off our dreams of yesterday...

 

The new year will come toddling in,

in a fresh diaper and a silly grin

and we'll watch it aging every day,

that's the way it's always been...

 

Chorus-

 

Just like children 

we will laugh and dance

during this January Happenstance

as time gives us another chance

full of possibilities....

to chase new dreams or find romance

or improve our present circumsatance,

looking forward with a hopeful glance

loving all that's yet to be.

 

We start each new year with a kiss

tooting party blowers...sharing bliss

thinking back on all of those we'll miss

who failed to reach this day,

all our dear.... de-part-ed loved ones

who were sure last year'd go on and on,

but fate surprised them with a trip 

somewhere in the great beyond. 

 

We make our resolution lists,

with the hope of finding happiness

by succeeding just a little bit,

as the stroke of midnight dawns....

 

Just like children 

we all laugh and dance

during this January Happenstance

as time gives us another chance

full of possibilities....

to chase new dreams or find romance

or improve our present circumsatance,

Looking forward with a hopeful glance

and loving all that's yet to be.

 

Bridge-

 

My wish for all of those listening,

is to find some joy in distancing

themselves from last years glistening 

of teardrops in their eyes,

let's raise a toast of christening,

to a new year far more interesting,

then the old year that's now dwindling

with a melancholy sigh.....

 

Chorus-

 

Just like children 

let's all laugh and dance

during this January Happenstance

as time gives us another chance

full of possibilities....

let's chase new dreams or find romance

and improve our present circumsatance,

Looking forward with a hopeful glance

and loving all that's yet to be.

Looking forward with a hope filled glance

at all that's yet to be........

 

 

MFB III Productions-(c)-2011

ArtWhimsically Yours Studio.

 

 


 

 

 


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HURRY,,,,,,SCURRY......NEVER WORRY !

 

 
http://www.reverbnation.com/artwhimsicallyyoursstudio/song/13879852-hurryscurrynever-worry----

 

 

I saw you flying by me 

doing ninety miles an hour, 

weaving in and out of traffic, 

just abusing your horsepower,

Scaring old folks to the road's edge, 

like a God of speed among mortal men,

sending brake lights flashing bloody red, 

and I knew that I'd see you again.

With no seat belt locking you in place,

and an angry look painted on your face,

like a madman in a hell bent race,

to a most unhappy end.

A state trooper on the marginal

had his radar gun locked tight,

on the bumper of your speeding car,

as you vanished out of sight.

Hurry...scurry....never worry

over lives that could be lost,

till you stand guilty before a jury,

or you pay the ultimate cost.

Suddenly the cars ahead of me 

all slowed down to a crawl,

and I thought it was construction 

or destruction come to call...

then I saw blue lights a flashing 

up ahead around the bend,

and I knew in that split second

I'd be seeing you again. 

Soon I spotted skid marks tattooed

on the asphalt where they'd burned, 

epitaphs to your speeding missile

that you'd crashed and overturned....

Then I saw you as I drove on by

in a way that I expected,

with a half scream painted on your face,

where your body'd been ejected.

Life's too short to spend it

rushing into the unknown,

nothing's ever that important

to wind up a box of bones,

so I said a prayer that you'd never hear

as I made my way towards home,

and I shed a tear, as the roadway cleared,

cause no man should die alone. 

Hurry...scurry....never worry

over lives that could be lost,

till you stand guilty before a heavenly jury, and you pay the ultimate cost.

 

Art~Whimsically Yours Studio

MFB III Productions-(c)-Summer 2012

 

*This song was written after witnessing a reckless driver, and then coming upon his fatal passing. 

 

 


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Spoon Fed Rock-N-Roll !

 
http://www.reverbnation.com/artwhimsicallyyoursstudio/song/16430148-spoon-fed-rock-n-roll-

 

 

When I was just a little boy, the radio was my favorite toy,

Buddy Holly and the Crickets whom I thought were bugs...

had me dancing all around my living room

in my footed P.J.'s every afternoon,

leaving friction burns across my Mom's shag rugs.

 

Then when I achieved my adolescence,

I was mesmerized by the mystical essence

of Simon and Garfunkel's harmonies,

and the beauty of their lyrical poetry,

"Feeling Groovy" helped to set my young heart free.... 

 

Chorus-

 

I've spent my whole life enjoying Rock-N-Roll

cause it's songs kept me sane, they helped soothe my soul,

when I was lonely and sad, they always made my heart glad,

I'd turn on my Tran-sister's radio,

and it took me to places I never could go,

off to "California Dreaming" and "Kathmandu,"

Aruba, Jamaica,and Key largo too,

some of the best damn trips I ever knew.

 

Then when I reached my teen-aged years,

It was Jim Morrison and a whole lot of beers,

plus the Beatles they came to turn my crew-cut mane,

into mop top styles that brought my daddy shame,

he always swore Rock-N-Roll would someday rot my brain.

 

After joining the Marines I discovered the "Stones." 

digging "Paint It Black" many miles from home, 

watching weapons of war daily... paint it red,

with the words of Bob Dylan echoed in my head,

"There's a battle outside and it's raging," he said...

"It's alright Ma, I'm only bleeding," but I'm not dead..

 

Bridge-

 

We've grown old together, Mick Jagger's a senior,

Peace is still so elusive, and the world has grown meaner,

on the other side of life's fence, the grass isn't greener,

it's aged and it's parched and our roots have grown leaner,

but I still write my songs, and I'll always be a dreamer. 

 

Chorus-

 

I've spent my whole life enjoying Rock-N-Roll

cause it songs kept me sane and they soothe my soul,

when I was lonely and sad, they always made my heart glad,

I'd turn on my Tran-sister's radio,

and it took me to places that I never could go,

spinning on "ZZ's Top's" ....long rides with "The Cars,"

and then I was A "Rocket Man" journeying to Mars, 

instead of drunk on a bar stool in back alley bars.

 

Chorus-

 

I've spent my whole life enjoying Rock-N-Roll

cause it songs keep me sane and it helps soothe my soul,

when I'm lonely and sad, it always makes my heart glad,

It got me this far, so it can't be that bad....

I'll turn on my I-pod till I'm skin and bones

when I'm left a prisoner in some nursing home,

escaping to places that with pleasure I've known,

till I reach Stardust with Ziggy and call heaven my own.

...till I reach Stardust with Ziggy and call heaven my own.

 

 

Art~Whimsically Yours Studio

MFB III Productions-(c)-2013 



 

 

 

 

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