Tag: music

When I Was Alone

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I used to cry a lot,

the tears readily

descending my cheeks.

If I let myself go

the sobbing was

rather spectacular,

to tell a tale.

When I was alone,

I would stare out windows

count the slats

in my blinds,

waiting for the sunlight,

and then watching the light

descend into another night,

while the tears might remain.

While alone

my mind would stir,

I’d imagine all those scary

things that haunt our mind,

when left alone,

our own devices,

no longer working

in the manner we might wish.

When traveling alone

I remember seeing the world

with my eyes

naked to the world around me.

I would have to stand up

without assistance,

make sure no one around

saw my life unsteady.

Instead I would wish

the many faces nearby

would see a man

with a settled heart

and a yearning soul.

A Soft Melody

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To swoon,

listen to soft music,

an enchanting melody.

To feel the senses alive

with the passion of love.

To understand the beauty

of holding one’s heart

without asking them first

the spontaneity of our

vulnerability received.

Something to cherish

is the simple nature of

knowing the truth

in melody.

All songs from the heart …

reminders of who we are,

who we want to be,

where we come from

why we are now.

Songs from the heart,

our soul,

soft melodies restore us.

Writing Songs

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A melody comes to mind,

now follow the words,

something to remind,

ours a heart holds words.

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We always play along

imagining a moment

when two loves along

a path we once meant.

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Happy and soulful can be love

Happy and soulful is our love

We did enjoy that time recall

Happy and joyful is our love

~

We traveled alone together,

a world around has changed,

though it didn’t really matter

our lives were rearranged.

~

Happy and joyful speaks our love

Happy and joyful speaks our love

Happy and joyful – sweet were the doves

Working On A Love Story

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It’s true I might have one,

I heard about it on the radio,

you know one of that, one

and done love me rodeo.

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See these two people can listen

that’s exactly who they are 

nothing more to hide behind when

you know love just can’t get far.

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They stood on the street corner

watched those onlookers nearby

not realizing a caring world together

cannot keep this racing in a derby.

~

I heard that on the radio too, a little woe

much is the difference between this woo.

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There’s a love story inside all of us, it’s true

Why else would our lonely nights be blue

Why else would our lonely nights be blue

© Thom Amundsen 11/2021

Ticking Clocks

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It’s 2 am

a little Brubeck

echoing in the silence

some distant harmony

making allowance

for a mind

unable to shut down,

just quiet,

listening to various clocks

set their own time,

ticking reminders of the seconds,

tearing about the fabric

of our own sanity.

 

There are pictures on the wall,

each holding court

with years,

reason,

time stamps

our own personal library,

not for public showing,

just, reasonable

reasons to wonder why,

when we do

struggle to answer

a few remaining questions,

we pause,

then realize

then forget again,

these wonders,

the questions in our mind,

stay with us

forever.

 

Simple jazz brought me

here tonight,

letting the hours slip by,

knowing I will have some

absence in my mind

tomorrow when reasoning

how to

catch up with the loss,

where some might argue,

time is not simply defined

by the hours in the day,

or others might suggest

time is really beyond the scope

of what’s inside our mind.

 

Another might just say you are

full of shit,

just go to bed.

© Thom Amundsen 2019

Life As We Know It

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Listen to a melody if you please

one familiar to the modern age

we all knew how to appreciate ease

there were ballads all will manage

 

Innovative to a measure of genius

will you ever understand their verve

ability to play the powerful albatross

without ever spilling suggesting nerve.

 

We would wonder next because merit

evolves in ability to continue to produce

and did they yes with efficient writ

passages, human condition thought loose

 

Yet now today, worship the innovative

beyond comprehension, fab four live.

Diana Ross singing at Rockefeller Center

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I was watching a Christmas special on NBC tonight – the lighting of the tree at Rockefeller Center – the Rock as it is referred to. I was entertained by the singers and circumstance, and then suddenly, Diana Ross took the stage. I was stunned. Her voice carries over the decades of my life. In the 60’s she became the iconic singer she is with the Supremes, a fiery voice that would carry a wonderful spirit throughout my life.

Tonight watching Diana sing standards didn’t necessarily make me feel old. It helped me realize the beauty of music and how it carries us through all the experiences in our life, the ups and downs, the learning moments, the tragedies, and finally the hope we all might have that such energy is a gift.

Diana Ross is a gift to my life, and tonight she moved me. What a beautiful person.

Finding A Rhythm

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I use music,

depends upon the day,

usually something

upbeat, jazzy, message driven,

something to soothe

my soul,

it is the motive of a rhythm

to move the body,

let the mind follow,

let the whole of ourselves

become transfixed,

designed with the heart in sight.

 

We like to travel,

I

like to travel

go places well beyond

the space I am in,

rather than the physical nature

getting away,

I’d like rather to know

right here, right now,

I can go there, you might come here

in the span of a moment,

in the quiet serenade

of a bluesy melody.

 

‘Talk to me some more

you don’t have to go.’ – Phoebe Snow

 

Something to be said,

without having to find

the answer,

just a listen

follow the beat

listen to intention,

find some meaning

moves beyond the moment,

let’s you settle inside a memory,

perhaps a dream,

a fantasy,

let it take you somewhere

tonight.

Looks Define

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When listening to music,

it piques the state of mind,

if in a moment,

we might be inspired,

by a sound, a coined phrase,

a certain lyric,

oh so that’s all just fine,

though,

it is when the voice takes flight,

when while listening,

suddenly I’m drawn to a distant place,

somewhere I’ve never found,

yet the angels do bring me there …

for that single moment,

I’m lost in the world of song.

This Was That Place

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Where I began,

a small boy sad eyes

would venture forward

inside cloud grey skies

This was the way I began

while all around me lives

gave credence toward

some manner by which

to understand.

This was when I began

to wonder about where

everyone else had gone,

why the constant search,

what could possibly be wrong

with not thinking too hard,

what is right in my mind,

will fall into question anytime,

they might decide to return.

This was where I began,

somehow I do remain here.