Holding Down
Lately my spirit is held down
And my head is bouncing like sound against the walls that are surrounding me
It is that it’s my darkest days
and somehow I’ve acted plays that now lives to make me be
So now I lean to the side and drift
like I am waiting for things to sift through the fine chains that surround
Like a bird on the highway as the cars go by
doing everything from keeping to fly and go where I wont be found
I’ve written a lot of lyrics and music over the years. Pulled out a few.
Going back decades (which I seem to have been lately), dusted off some of the things I have written. Check out the page at the top of the site on the top menu bar: Songs and Poems of Another Time ↑ https://tracksinthedust.com/a-play-on-words/
The Music Comes Crashing In
Canvases of painted hues shine down upon
the silent room
Yellows,blues,multifaceted colors, wrap up
the coming gloom
Suddenly music crashes through the barrier
so clear
And beyond loves farthest reach
somehow comes a tear
Back in 1974 I had been really in a dark period and wrote a bunch of stuff called “The Inner Peace of the Compassionate Love”. Mostly just what I thought poetry should be [at that time]. This was one of the more simple pieces. © MGert 1974
The Last Look
Her heels clicked on the stone floor
Echoing through the empty halls
She had been here so many times before
The memories are clear, each separate falls
Now as quickly as it all began
It’s over without another thought
Getting out had been part of the final plan
It was too late when she was caught
Caught in the middle of the whirlwind beginning
Not know until now that she had been winning
Wrote this as a page was turning in someone’s life that I truly cherished. She went on to do other things. From “A Play on Words” Always recall the moment I wrote it even though it was so very very long time ago. © MGert 1976
(Photo credit: Wikipedia)
The church bells have rung all day
And all the music has faded far away
And the clock runs time through
While waiting for the sky to blue
Washed out water-color window pane
The west is grey, a sign of rain
The day grows old and finally dies
Still waiting to see blue in the skies
Overhead above, the clouds still shining
Taking every ounce of wishes from the lining
Lies the golden sun in its darkness den
While waiting for the blue skies once again
I was a big fan of Laura Nyro back in the day, still am. “Stoned Soul Picnic” and “When I Die” and so many more. Her voice was angelic and mysterious in the same way. Inspirational. I wrote some music because of her, this was lyrics one of them. From “Love Songs for A Lonely Night” Summer 1974 MGert ©
There was something eerie about last night. Not sure what. It reminded me of this …which I wrote a long, long time ago. Seems he always comes to mind when things bump in the night.
Movements through shadows belonging to no one
Bright lights shining in quiet cold darkness
Sharp breezes blowing without a direction
Sounds unexplained that are heard out of sight
Echoes of footsteps that never come closer
Distant rumbles from lighting unseen near the trees
Shapes that are formed with the blink of an eyeball
Large looming clouds that light dull in the night
Heartbeats go faster and breath’s become shorter
As mysterious movements rush past in the dark
With eyes that follow but don’t have a face
The full moon once glowing sinks into the marshes
The night grows colder with death in the air
The mind plays tricks when Hitchcock enters-
“Good evening”, good night and goodbye to them all
From “An Even Break” by © MGert September 23, 1976
The longest day must have its end
Every man must lose a friend
Time won’t wait for any hater
Dying can’t be done any later
So mourn the sick, bury the dead, and let the words flow free
The only answers to love gone bad will never come to me
It seems like today will never end, tomorrow isn’t coming
A crowd of people stare at you; they’re so cold its numbing
[Bridge]
If love is timid, it’s not true
Life is what you make it do
Love the truth, pardon error
Ask the mirror who’s the fairer
Fight for your wants, build your wills, and be satisfied you’re living
It may only be a silent love, but love is for the giving
Ask the questions in your mind, hope is right for now
A time will come when you will know, you’ll do it anyhow
[Chorus]
The longest day must have its end
Every man must lose a friend
Time won’t wait for any hater
Dying can’t be done any later
This is from a song I wrote in January 1974. It really didn’t mean anything in particular if I recall (it has been a while) but I was just breaking up with a girlfriend at the time and I am sure I was heart-struck some how. I will have to get these songs documented somehow. It is funny how even all these years later I remember the melody of it. From “Love Songs for a Lonely Night” © MGert 1974
Tracks In The Dust 