I wrote these lyrics belowfor my old band Wicked Gypsy. We were collectively devoted to national and world issues, environment, equality, politics, justice, love, and peace. And to play music! But, often these topics were the muse behind our songs. And today, I know my brothers in the band feel the same.
When I wrote this, I was poking at our government and big corporations to play fair, be transparent and honor ALL people. Fair pay, equality to gender and race and to listen to us…WE are here. These lyrics ring truer than ever TODAY. Hence, the reason I’ve brought them back.
I usually do not explain lyrics as I prefer the listener or reader to come to their own definition, but I must clarify the line, “the truth of the dumb man always wins.” The dumb man is the everyday man, the one the government thinks is dumb and not worth worrying about, the one they think they can fool. Actually, this is the one who is left standing. And we all must stand. We must keep our mind positive, learn, and continue to fight for what is right. Period.
We also need an administration who can speak wisdom with their mouth shut. Most people know exactly what that means. If you don’t, stop talking and listen.
PEACE, L
Listen, Be Heard
Speak the wisdom with your mouth shut Win the system with your cutting blood Call your lies out under your skin Bleed to mercy your forgiven sin You ask why? Why? You ask why? Why?
The truth of the dumb man always wins For he is always the standing kin He wastes no time on foolish trust Just pay him once and time is lost You ask why? Why? You ask why? Why?
Don’t you know? It is here. Close your mind. Never find. Why don’t you listen? Be heard. Decision. Learn. All you learn. Is decision turn. Be heard.
Talk your thoughts out over the rest Cry your fears out to the best Call your lies out under your skin Bleed to mercy your forgiven sin You ask why? Why? You ask why? Why?
Today, I’m sharing poetic lyrics of memory. Not sure when I’ll set the music but when that flows, I will. If it doesn’t, then it’s just a poem.
My muse-in the past. Gone. But I still look for her.The needs of a daughter do not disappear with the departed.Nor do the issues of why she drove me crazy or why I loved her so much.
Today, poetic lyrics. Getting it out, letting it flow and being in THIS moment. Someday, acceptance. Just not today. And that is okay ’cause I can’t go back, and I certainly can’t jump forward. And sorry to say, this applies to all of us. Unless you have a time machine. And if you do, DM me. I’d love to hear about it. xo
