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Thinking of the times we were both in school
They said I was an idiot and called you a fool.
In high school you created a vaccine that kept thousands alive
When I was bored I solved problems for the first warp drive.

One time I saw a kid push you around
I thought you would never hit the ground.
I went over to help you up and when I reached out a hand
With a smile you said. “Bodies in motion. Now I understand’.

In class I was asked for money and I had to refuse
That week I came home with cuts and a bruise.
Forget the bedside manners and dispense with the charm
That’s what you meant when you would yell, ‘First, do no harm’.

Bodies In Motion pushed in so many different ways.
Bodies In Motion simply can’t be measured in days.

Bullies and jerks are really nothing new
Feels like so many but there’s only just a few.
Beauties and brats seem to roam free across the range
They appear successful but soon that will also change.

Bodies In Motion pushed in so many different ways.
Bodies In Motion simply can’t be measured in days.

Thinking of the times we were both in school
They said I was an idiot and called you a fool.
In high school you created a vaccine that kept thousands alive
When I was bored I solved problems for the first warp drive.

Every musician hits a wrong note
You just try to do it at the right time.
The lyrics might ramble and get lost
You can be sure they end with a rhyme.

Dress it up in lights and fantasy
Fill it with glitter-truths and noble lies.
Pretty poems form a pleasant jingle
Packaged with a bow and ribbon ties.

Beautiful From A Distance
We desire what we see.
And only From A Distance
It’s easy to believe.

What seemed warm and delightful
Is now turned bitter and freezing cold.
It only happens when you get too close
Not sure I always knew that or was told.

Then you learn it’s a sale and not a gift
No surprise now they expect you to pay.
Payments for years turn into a lifetime
For the shiny bobble you’ll just throw away.

Beautiful From A Distance
Until you hand them your pay.
Beautiful From A Distance
You’ll just throw it away.

Every musician hits a wrong note
You just try to do it at the right time.
The lyrics might ramble and get lost
You can be sure they end with a rhyme.

Dress it up in lights and fantasy
Fill it with glitter-truths and noble lies.
Pretty poems form a pleasant jingle
Packaged with a bow and ribbon ties.

Beautiful From A Distance
Until you hand them your pay.
Beautiful From A Distance
You just threw it away.

I’m feeling a little analog and unnecessary
Like Unused Words in a lost dictionary.
Not forgotten but so unimportant
A millionaire who never spent his fortune.

Worthless as a solar panel on a rainy day
A scarecrow that can’t make birds fly away.
The star of the show that forgot his lines
Lost with no direction in a field of mines.

The only one still listening on the telephone
The circus clown that wants to be alone.
Every day everyone feels the same
You look and look and never find the pain.

Unused Words become a forgotten language
Only the ancient and the wise will recall.
No one else will ever hear for no one will speak
Images fade in both the strong and the weak.

It seems I’m just a handle without a door
Without knowing what I’m searching for.
A fantastic painter but I forgot my brush
Left in a hurry but I forgot to rush.

Unused Words become a forgotten language
Only the ancient and the wise will recall.
No one else will ever hear for no one will speak
Images fade in both the strong and the weak.

A bit like a ticket taker on the last show
Or a great teacher students will never know.
Best-selling writer who’ll never publish a book
A telescope to the stars but no one will look.

How many ways can you stack the same eight letters
That was a rhetorical question not a mathematical one.
You can say some are a bit too sharp and others a little flat
But when you get to the end it comes down to this or that.

Some fall while others land, though more crash and burn.
I am curious maybe concerned but mostly do not care.
In the end the Test of Time offers the pretentious and the real
Which one is which is determined by how it makes you feel.

Do you want to get up and go for a ride
Or does it make your blood boil inside?
Are you ready to shout at the top of your lungs,
Or for a whispering of words that cannot be sung?

There is the occasion where you can just push it through
Things started working and soon it’s complete.
Thinking this unique creation is by far your greatest
Looking back now it’s no different than all the rest.

Do you want to get up and go for a ride
Or does it make your blood boil inside?
Are you ready to shout at the top of your lungs,
Or maybe a whispering of words that cannot be sung?

Do you want to get up and go for a ride
Or to shout at the top of your lungs?
Does it make your blood boil inside?
Listening to words that cannot be sung?

How many ways can you stack the same eight letters
That was a rhetorical question not a mathematical one.
You can say some are a bit too sharp and others a little flat
But when you get to the end it comes down to this or that.

It didn’t take long to get here but it never does.
Every answer I get lately is, ‘just because’.
It takes so long to retrace steps carelessly made.
No winners or losers whenever the game is played.

A never ending stream of lies like burning arrows
Directed at the innocent as the fire grows.
Family or friends you’d throw anybody under the bus
Hard to believe who could but someone always does.

The Intersection of Karma and Irony
When everything gets thrown back in your face.
The Intersection of Karma and Irony
Your empire demolished and a temple in its place.

Thinking you’re so clever with all the right things to say
Hoping the pretty dance you do makes it all go away.
With power you didn’t earn you push and shove the weak
The sheer weight you have has now left you up a creek.

The Intersection of Karma and Irony
When everything gets thrown back in your face.
The Intersection of Karma and Irony
Your empire demolished and a temple in its place.

It’s not like we believed you, no one could be that dumb
The hidden agendas just make us a little numb.
The pedestal you stood on was never really there.
And the truth of the matter is that we never even cared.

Your words are meaningless and soon forgotten
But the bitterness remains as the fruit becomes rotten.
With power you didn’t earn you push and shove the weak
The sheer weight you have has now left you up a creek.

It’s not like I planned it
Much of life is under handed
I didn’t really understand it.
And all of it demanded.
The rest of my life branded
My soul reprimanded
Heart and thoughts now commanded
Hope forever abandoned.

Not like I didn’t have a choice
When I needed it I lost my voice.
The true cost is not on the invoice
But everyone loves their toys.
There are those who will rejoice
Not just women or their boys
Their words thick and moist
It is the silence that destroys.

My Mistake
And I made it so long ago.
My Mistake
Took me this long to know.

Passions and hope and dreams
I made them all routine
Rather leave than make a scene
Hide behind another machine.
Standing tall and in between
Excuses and lies on a trampoline
Drinking cool-aid from a canteen
Pretending what I did wasn’t mean.

My Mistake
And I made it so long ago.
My Mistake
Took me this long to know.

Summer sun setting on one hand
The winter moon rising on the other.
Watching as my father’s son
Is told of the loss of his brother.

Forces built up with only one end
And the end will always come.
More dreams lost than can be counted
Began with the Pounding of a Drum.

We can no longer make sense of the world.
We can’t protect loved ones,
It has begun
Hear the Pounding of the Drum.

There is no comprehension
No mere words could ever describe.
There is no excuse or reason
In a righteous man’s diatribe.

Left standing in a different world
So much life just swept away.
The worst pain is not physical
Like the memories from today.

We can no longer make sense of the world.
We can’t protect loved ones,
It had begun long ago it is true
The Pounding of the Drum now heard from Beirut.

Summer sun setting on one hand
The winter moon rising on the other.
Watching as my father’s son
Is told of the loss of his brother.

Forces built up with only one end
And the end will always come.
More dreams lost than can be counted
Began with the Pounding of a Drum.

© MSK 8-5-2020

I now see the infinite wisdom here.
God made us in his image and likeness
So we are told.
Angels are white and robed in gold

There are demons and that’s for sure.
Tempting us toward an unholy path
To steal your heart.
Man questioned how he might tell them apart

So he made one red, and another black.
Colors of hair and eyes and some stand tall
Now you can see.
The faces that belong here with thee

But what for the blind that cannot know
The wisdom of the lord from above?
To save them too.
Languages were created no one knew

It is so simple as to be part of my face
We just need a color-guided human race.
How thoughtful to make it so well known
Good and evil separated by the color shown

Your enemy is also made in his image.
And feels exactly the same way you do
Love conquers all.
As another peaceful day begins to fall

https://midimike.com/2020/05/23/the-mighty-plan-part-2/

I posted a poem earlier called “Let You Go” https://midimike.com/2020/07/07/let-you-go/ that I really liked. While I was working on writing the music for these lyrics I got side-tracked. I had recorded a few MIDI drum parts and had a guitar theme I liked playing on my Martin Acoustic/Electric guitar chained together trying to get a feel for the song.

A good friend called me out of the blue and asked if I wanted to have his old MIDI studio gear. No instruments or toys will be orphaned if I can help it so I drove over that day. We chatted for a while and I left with a van full of what most people would call ‘ancient’ gear. This is the stuff hits were made with. Everything you heard growing up using electronic drums or synths used these gems.

I got home and hooked up a few pieces like a kid not knowing which present he wants to open first. DAYS LATER I opened up my recording project again and played with a vocal effect toy I had not gotten to yet. Not wanting to stop an idea I was working on I started recording in another section of the session. As you will hear, I decided not to sing the chorus parts. Instead I used some of the lyrics to do a chant-style intro and outro.

After juggling the original music around I started to work on a melody for the lyrics. I used some of the chant themes so the melody took shape pretty quickly. Not wanting to overdo the vocal effect, I just used reverb on my voice. Then I added some MIDI bass guitar sounds and put the pieces together.

Next, I added a little MIDI piano in the chorus sections and sprinkled through the end of the song. Then I made some stupid editing error and trashed all of the drum tracks!!! Redo the drum tracks and a few days later I have a rough mix for you.

As some of you will know, a rough mix is probably the last one I do! LOL.

Here is “Let You Go” as it stands today. I hope you enjoy this one.

“Let You Go” by MSK

Some will listen to you
But you will never talk.
They’d rather play games
In circles made of chalk.

If they thought about it twice
It would have been clear right then.
But faced with the same choices
They’ll make the same decision again.

It wasn’t difficult
I didn’t need a guide
I only had to ask
To know who you were inside.

And that’s when I stood up and laughed,
“I completely understand”.
She said “I don’t want to be your woman,
But I’d love to Be Your Man”.

Nobody thinks life is simple
But it would be nice to get a break.
Give everyone a fair chance
And learn from your mistakes.

It doesn’t take a genius
To know when you are in love.
For me it was your gentle touch
And everything you‘re made of.

And that’s when I stood up and laughed,
“I completely understand”.
When she said “I don’t want to be your woman,
But I’d love to Be Your Man”.