Sun bright day a world to play write and dance to notes.. look to write some blues strong bass.. behind a beat it totes..
Dreams not seen reflected.. written in a song.. a memory respected.. is memory of wrong..
‘What the matter? sound of clatter.. what is felt in due?.. noisy wrong.. my friend be strong.. your memory felt true’
Kind of got a question.. hits both day and night.. about felt love.. the sky above.. in peace when all is right..
Could it be ways E. Bernays told of.. then gone astray.. sun and rain control each brain to industry way..
Goebbels when the Reich went Mobile.. stole Pole and French goods.. to cheering crowds picnic ground just past the Olde Black Woods
Said it many times in college.. heard drunks on a binge.. nothin’ to tell.. gate ‘opens well’.. volumes bout ‘squeaky hinge’..
Go and fix what needs fixin’.. good and best you can.. every move.. secret groove.. and consequence of man..
Free your memory my friend that you may forgive.. understand thanks to the land.. and good times you may live..
Thought.. ‘sometimes it troubles me that some of the most upsetting things are sharp memories.. yet I must think to remember all the wonderfuls of each day’.. Peace Tony