Lyric of the Week: MIDNIGHT WRITER
Pen and notebook, jumbled thoughts
Freight train, commuter train, last one caught
A first time first date, now where do I go
A slow dance romance, what do I know.
Lights glide by like orbs and jewels
Skyliner jetliner dumps its fuel
Turnkey turkeys, ghosts of the past
Once a peasant, now the present, let it last.
Rhyming dictionary, taken off the shelf
A thesaurus for a chorus when I can’t think of it myself
Well whatever, put it together, ain’t no shame
The always outsider, the midnight writer, that’s my name.
Scrabble and puzzles, good with words
Scribbles and scratches and snatches of what I heard
Billboards and signs, beer and wine, drink it up
Raise a glass, lift a mug, down a cup
Whatever endeavor, make it all fit
Go hippy go, go ahead be gone with it
Why are we here, because we’re here, so kvell and gush
Today’s Tom Sawyer, tomorrow’s Moishe Kapoyer, so help me Rush.
Rhyming dictionary …
Take it to the bridge, pay the troll
The trollbooth is manned, so play the role
Park vehicle on grass, await patrol
Fade to black, cops on crack, judges on parole.
Off the wall, alcohol, for what it’s worth
I know which way is south, but which direction is perth?
Where have I been since I left the place of my birth
Jupiter, Venus, Mars, anywhere but Earth.
Lincoln, thinkin’, in like Flynn
Cadillac, thundercrack, no discipline
Subarus, Malibus, karz 4 kidz
Don’t block the box, don’t skid the grid.
Put the cut in your strut and the glide in your stride
Walk, don’t gawk, let the captains ride
Write what’s right, no use to fight the light
It’s a treasure trove to you, it can’t be trash or trite.
Rhyming dictionary …
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This one also goes back to the time shortly after I began commuting to my new job as an editor in New York City, and back home to the Jersey Shore at night via New Jersey Transit rail. I would attempt to write songs and other things on the late-night train back to the Shore, but sometimes the best I could do was scrape together throwaway lines and make them rhyme via dictionary ... with a little bit of wit sprinkled on. Anything to say that I'm writing! But this remains lyrics only, without a tune to go along with it, although a 5/4 rhythm might do nicely with it.