A suggested playlist for lovers of the obscure
Filled with the ever effervescent
ephemerally new.
Filled with the basic bubbling
beating beat for you.
Filled with today’s latest
sent by radio’s crew,
the airwaves deliver
and music arrives.
You know, don’t you?
You know as I do,
just as every dog
will have his day,
every old song,
every obscure tune,
every long lost lyric,
all deserve,
at the very least,
one more turn,
one more play,
one more spin,
one more time
surfing
the airwaves.
Let’s play the music library game,
not chosen by us
but randomly thrown up
we have …
(1)
Lost himself when young
then lost when young himself,
Gram Parsons walks “The Streets of Baltimore”
looking for the lover
who prefers bright lights.
Hoping always
she will choose him again,
just one more night.
(2)
By Derek and the Dominoes
a beautiful young lady is celebrated
in song.
“Layla” soars in solos
of glorious guitar.
Once before
I paid homage to her,
now I need say no more.
(3)
From Dublin of The Dubliners
In song comes “Finnegan’s Wake,”
a re-telling of an old tale.
With vim and vigour,
like piss and vinegar,
they sing of the man who comes to life.
Amid the music and the strife,
He drinks a toast to his own demise.
(4)
Perry Como knows that “Papa loves Mambo.”
I love the braying brass,
the infectious beat,
a sinuously sensuous swing
across a light sparkled
dance floor.
Driven by an infectious beat,
triumphant trumpets soar.
(5)
Young Laura Marlowe
sings “Your’ Only Doll Dora,”
opening with birds singing
over pitch perfect picked
guitar, guiding the voice
of a real woman.
Unaided by trickery or technology,
the music and the musician reign supreme.
There you have it,
Five songs,
Five singers,
brought to life again,
while I write,
while you read.
With that
I have no more to say,
simply,
my friend,
we choose the music,
now go play.
With vim and vigour,
like piss and vinegar,
they sing of the man who comes to life.
Amid the music and the strife,
He drinks a toast to his own demise.
I especially liked that part… loved how each one brought life into a form of music… very creative…
Thank you very much, certainly appreciate that, I wasn’t always too sure about this poem but the prompt seemed to allow for it to be presented, glad now I did!
ha. we do choose the music…would be pretty cool to put together a playlist of all of our favs…i bet it would be ecclectic..to say the least…i know more than half yours…was nice to revisit gram…and i know layla from the clapton version…i could listen to the singer from the dubliners for a while…ha…nice….
hey, i remember this one.
smiles.
The use of alliterations is way well done… Great theme to use a playlist within the dream
yes.. I still enjoy this one..
http://open.spotify.com/user/brudberg/playlist/4ehkIaqBkemfu1xaHYoUGJ
BTW.. It’s Laura Marling or?
DARN.. i guess maybe it’s a Mac thing..but my computer won’t let me get the embedded music..but that’s ok..there always you tube and search..and anyway..the songs for the most are STILL playing in my head!
I can so relate to this..and personally sometimes it’s like i feel a whole new UNIverse in one song only..that inspires me to even greater heights than and then! i know before…
And yes i do think..that musicK yes..the K for Magick2! can bring about DMT..the natural kind..without manmade drink or drug..just a song and a dance..
to TOTALLY BE FREE!
hmm..letting it all GO..to FLOW!2!
as
WELL1!
Done as wildly TOGETHER AS OUR so called ‘primitive’ ancestors!NOW!
i liked how there was music in the music
What a great idea–you have me thinking of what would be on my playlist and going with it in poetry. Nice use of alliteration, as well.
Your poem sings in beautiful waves
wow!!! this is wonderful and greatly written.
🙂
such an eclectic mixed tape you have – loved this from first spin to last – K
Eddie Fisher, OH, MY PAPA–Peggy Lee FEVER–Johnny Ray THE LITTLE CLOUD THAT CRIED–Rosemary Clooney COME ON TO MY HOUSE–Dean Martin THAT’S AMORE—All before Elvis got all shook up, & we found out about Robert Johnson at the Crossroads–Oh baby, oh man, you stirred up the hallucinatory pot; thanks.
Liked this a lot.
The words roll of the mouth. It is nice to listen to when read aloud. 🙂
Music…I feed on it at times…let it revive youth when age stares at all it says I can’t do…love your playlist. And so it was that later
As the Miller told his tale
That her face, at first just ghostly
Turned a whiter shade of pale…..Procal Harum
Thought flow… flowing with lyric remembrances. Enjoyable and song-like