OWE U

Thought of u today
Just like I did yesterday
Can't believe ur gone
Without one last song

Just wanted to know u
Feel everything u do
Wishing I could be as cool as u
Giving so much inspiration
I feel that I owe u

I feel the steel strings
Pearce my fingers tips
Felling the pain just to play like u
To my self, it is something I have to prove

Listen to your bootleg again today
The only way to pay is to learn to play
The callus is being as the skin is pealing
Never playing the same note
I know that I owe u

BLACK FEDORA

The Black Fedora

Is the symbol of a dream
A symbol of my dreams
The symbol of a magical king
Symbol of my feelings

To lead me to my goals
To cover my head
From the cold

Symbol of strength
Symbol of peace we need
Symbol of a man

Dose anything he can
With the power in his hands

A symbol of a need
A need to fallow my dreams
Symbol of a lonely friend
Alone in the dark

There is magic in the Black Fedora

GIVE ME SONG

To much sadness
Not enough joy
The woman said to just let go

So much pain
Sad words are the only thing I can say
When a baby has pasted away

And love has turned to hate
When will we have a better day?

He said to *”Heal the World”
It’s hard to heal
When it doesn’t want to live

When a mind has anger inside

Why can’t we find?
What is right?
When all we are doing is wrong

Give me a sad song
The tears won’t take long

Give me a musical trance
Something that will make me dance
Give me a happy song
A song that is strong
Give me song

Give me a soul filed tune
Marven had it now Jill has got it
Give me song

Give me a groove
Some thing to make sing
Even though I can't sing
Give me song

A beat, a wisp of strings, a puff of the horns
Music can do so much more
Give me song

©Copyright Thomas Dooley

TRIBUTE TO SOUND

Music is a tribute to sound
From the wien of an electric guitar
Piercing through to your inner ear
To the soft sound of a violin
Played with emotion.........
It can Pearce your heart

The voice is a tribute to music
The soprano, the base
The tenor, the alto
And falsetto
With the right word
The story of music can be told

Music can touch the soul
With someone special
Or all alone
Pictures with sound
Feeling with every note

When I see the moon
I think of Michael Jackson
Insight, but out of reach

When I hear a screeching guitar riff
I think of Prince
I have to have more of this

When I smell coffee
I think of the Ink Spots
All that Java Jive

When I see a painting
I think of Nat
He is Unforgettable

When I see tap-shoes
I think of Sam
The only Candyman

When I think of opera
I think of Carmen
When I think of Carmen
I see only Lori Mirabal
That is all

©2010 Thomas Dooley