My cynical look at the ‘job’ of being a drug dealer or loan shark, but not just the obvious snakes are included in this song. How far will any of us go just to make a buck?
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Another Day MSK 2016
Posted: January 17, 2023 in #poetry, PoetryTags: #lyrics, #michaelskennedy, #midimike, #midimike.com, #music, #musician, #personal, #poem, #poet, #poetry, #poetrypod, #recording, #songwriter, #sound
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Dangerous Love
Posted: January 13, 2023 in PoetryTags: #lyrics, #michaelskennedy, #midimike, #midimike.com, #music, #personal, #poem, #poet, #poetry, #singersongwriter, #songwriter
You don’t like that she started lookin’ around,
Checking out other men.
Maybe if you treated her right in the first place
This would never happen.
The first to whine about hunger, they’re starving to death
Haven’t swallowed their last bite.
They proclaim to be tired and exhausted
Never really worked or had a sleepless night.
Right on cue they start to blame a certain few
Things are bad because of them.
So what’s another knee on their neck?
We destroy cultures and display the gems.
I have it made because my family earned it
Taking from others like all men of power.
For my children, I will do anything
I will crush yours under the tower.
Beasts cannot choose their path.
Gamblers never do the math.
Someone is always watching
But no one ever sees.
You don’t like that she started lookin’ around,
Checking out other men.
Maybe if you treated her right in the first place
This would never happen.
Beasts cannot choose their path.
Gamblers never do the math.
Someone is always watching
But no one ever sees.
Alternatives MSK
Posted: January 10, 2023 in PoetryTags: #audio, #lyrics, #michaelskennedy, #midimike, #midimike.com, #music, #musician, #personal, #poem, #poet, #poetry, #poetrypod, #recording, #songwriter, #sound
All Night Long MSK 1991
Posted: January 3, 2023 in #poetry, PoetryTags: #lyrics, #michaelskennedy, #midimike, #personal, #poem, #poet, #poetry, #poetrypod, #recording, #songwriter
These lyrics were made into a song in about 15 minutes. I was working on a simple piece that my wife Ellen could sing along with to get her confident when she sings. She likes ZZ Top, so I ripped off some of their ideas and came up with a similar beat and rhythm. The lyrics took no time but were from other lyrics. So when she sang about a girl we just kept it! The lyrics are short and sweet.
A Simple Gift POD MSK
Posted: December 27, 2022 in PoetryTags: #lyrics, #michaelskennedy, #midimike, #midimike.com, #music, #podcasts, #poem, #poet, #poetry, #poetrypod, #songwriter
A Part of Me POD
Posted: December 20, 2022 in PoetryTags: #lyrics, #michaelskennedy, #midimike, #midimike.com, #personal, #podcasts, #poem, #poet, #poetry, #poetrypod, #songwriter
This is obviously my patriotic anthem. Just looking at some of my own ancestry and cultural histories I respect and have been blessed to experience. Kinda corny but I still get choked up reading these lyrics. This is one of those songs where I keep trying to make a good demo recording and it just never goes anywhere. Various arrangements, vocalists and instruments but nothing seems to fit correctly.
A Few Shattered Lines POD MSK
Posted: December 13, 2022 in PoetryTags: #audio, #lyrics, #michaelskennedy, #midimike, #midimike.com, #music, #musician, #personal, #poem, #poet, #poetry, #poetrypod, #songwriter, #sound
Also called Reels of Tape. See original lyric post here
“Snap”
Posted: May 14, 2022 in My Tunes, PoetryTags: #lyrics, #michaelskennedy, #midimike, #midimike.com, #music, #personal, #poem, #poet, #poetry, #songwriter
I hear the beat when nothing is around.
Can’t help but imitating life’s unusual sound.
I would gladly show anyone what I have found
The tempo changes come from underground.
It’s not a pattern if it doesn’t flow.
Soon watch your feet and hands begin moving from fast to slow.
No way to see it if you don’t already know
But stand still long enough you will feel it grow.
The first thing I learned was how to snap.
Didn’t take me long ‘til I had the knack.
Walkin down the street or wakin’ from a nap,
My life has always been a musical soundtrack.
From the solid ground comes a roar like thunder.
I can never wake from the spell I am under.
Once I can open my eyes they are full of wonder
Let’s escape this world that has been plundered.
From there everything comes into play.
Someone writes a musical out of the things you say.
I would like to think we could leave it for another day
But you and I know it will never go away.
The first thing I learned was how to snap.
Didn’t take me long ‘til I had the knack.
Walkin down the street or wakin’ from a nap,
My life has always been a really long soundtrack.
I Hate My Kitchen
Posted: December 7, 2021 in PoetryTags: #kitchen, #lyrics, #michaelskennedy, #midimike, #midimike.com, #poem, #poet, #poetry, #songwriter
I love to cook and have all the gadgets
Spices and fresh foods from famous markets
Artisan breads and cheeses and finest creams
A few rare herbs and aged meats.
Tempted by smells slowly drifting my way
Each ingredient calls for its place on the plate
Planning, preparation and a little luck
A masterpiece awaits each of us.
My wife looks up and tells me again
“Nobody cares, so stop your bitchin’”.
But it’s really hard to be a good chef
Life sucks when you hate your kitchen.
The room glistens with silver, copper and glass
I can sift and bake to my heart’s content
Razor sharp cutting knives dazzle in the light
A measuring cup or spoon for everything
But there’s no place to stand
And no place to clean
Nowhere to put things
If you see what I mean.
Even working by myself
It’s too crowded to move
The shelves are so tall
Like they have something to prove.
My wife looks up and tells me again
“Nobody cares, so stop your bitchin’”.
But it’s really hard to be a good chef
Life sucks when you hate your kitchen.
I Am A Sponge
Posted: June 7, 2021 in PoetryTags: #devotion, #lyrics, #michaelskennedy, #midimike, #midimike.com, #poem, #poet, #poetry, #relationships
I am a sponge
Fill me with your life
I will not overflow
I absorb.
I am a sponge
Bigger from inside
Everything you spill
I will hold.
Too often filled with grief?
I can be unexpected relief.
Each visit is painfully brief.
Can you give your heart to a thief?
I am a sponge
I will hold all of you
And will want for more
I adore.
I am a sponge
Though I weigh nothing
I have more than strength
I remain.
MidiMike 