RC James

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Looking back on mistakesand failed detours,there was that momentwhen it all turned timeless.Rhapsody in soft flesh,that one moment,two of us streaming joyin morning light.In the car,full moon driving us,we sharedeach other’s silencein volumesprinted on the landscapewe claimed as ours.We were the only beingsin the world, a burst of welcometo everything inside us,new-found wisdomin our bones,exuberance and delightin each other’s eyes;the end of longing,the blossoming into each otherabove yearning.Now, too restless for a return,a summonsto the impossible embraceflies by unheeded.

Baby, If You Go Only one thing I know for sure baby, if you go you’ll turn my world around, sun go down forever, I'll go stone crazy you commence to up and leave this town. I'll get another job you don’t have to worry get the lights and water turned back on don't be in such a gosh darn all fired hurry, you don’ wanna go, at least wait for dawn.. (chorus) Reconsider what they call the consequences things'll get better down to the solid core I'll get better, I'll patch up the broke down fence you know, you remember, I bounced back before. Now wait just one minute it’s a doggone fact we've had our propah share of good times I told you a thousand times I'd pay you back all you seem to remember are my little crimes. (refrain) Ooooo baby, if you go Ohhhh baby, if you go. Child, if you go on your cross country jaunt our dreams will go up the pipe in smoke. I swear I'll give you most anything you want, you know me darlin’ that’s not an idle joke Reconsider what they call the consequences things'll get better down to the solid core I'll get better, I'll patch up the broke down fence you know, you remember, I bounced back before. Baby, if you go Emm hmm, if you go You're gonna turn my world around if you go Baby, please don’t go No oh oh no

Drawn to a perfect silhouette effusive behind winsome veils, undeterred by dry etiquette, when the mystery source fails, the svelte lady may well outlive all rewards suitors might give. But a mind full seasoned and fine that delivers fresh thoughts pure, and fuses hearts free from the vine, is to any relentless pursuit inured. Intellect shows steady resistance to shows of dogged persistence.

I'm confused on this one - not sure if it's about an old girlfriend or a military buddy - or both. In either case, I suggest opening the poem with the 4th stanza.

This, unfortunately, makes little sense to me. Could be - They obligate me with their woebegone long term melanchology.

Rene - Can't thank you enough!

Lovely, sweet hearted vocal and good guitar accompaniment.

Good job - you went more country on this than the original and it does work well.

Keepin' the spirit alive my friend, a very good thing to pass this one on to generations that follow. The horror fades in the minds of the politicians but we're still strong, a development maybe even better than bunching ourselves together - go after them from all sides. Good job.

Tender and precise - very fine rendition.

A rock version - very tasty.

A touch of New Orleans jazz and some classical touches. Good energy.

Whatever hold surprise has on my waking, memories of you in my morning room, alive with day, drifting across the floor to open the shutters, then turning back to me glowing as part of the sunrise, shrink those epiphanies to shadow. Your movements, twirling, arms raised, years ago, spring to mind; recollections brim with delight but bring to singular enjoyments, racing up and down hills on horseback or finishing, after months my latest novel, no clear bliss. This recall brings no refuge, only stillness, settling the memory of your beauty into a calm sea mist; for the sight of you I'd drown there, your eyes wed to mine.

You could do without "attentive" - in last line of second stanza - otherwise well done.

"too" much. The refrain is effective

I'm a fan of pantoums and this one fits the bill. A lot of resonance and sharp images.

Quick, cosmic-cool,you hurled every ideayour brain fireworkedinto the trippy tipsy dawn,and lit up the racketyclapboard love city houses,Southern Comfort swingingat your side between healthyswigs.You rolled and rockedall the way to one niteparadise back seat hum,hallucinated Hank Williamsbeside you,Montgomery to San Fran,pedal down, sharing pillsand stage stories, but chaste,you only touched beams of lighton each other's faces.You grabbed himout of his glum trancewith jokes and flippy takeson silly songs you loved.Ah, Pearl, you trippedup and down the landand left a trail of dazzled eyesinside the dreamy night.One time, you set midnighton fire and couldn't runit was so beautiful,just sat in your painted Porsche,grinned and grinneduntil your shades fellto the floor,and you couldn'tpick them upagain.

https://soundcloud.com/rc-james-user841120068/cathyii "Far From Me" As the cafe was closing On a warm summer night And Cathy was cleaning the spoons The radio played the "Hit Parade" And I hummed a long with the tune She asked me to change the station Said the song just drove her insane But it weren't just the music playing It was me that she was trying to blame. And the sky is black and still now On the hill where the angels sing Ain't it funny how an old broken bottle Looks just like a diamond ring But it's far, far from me Well, I leaned on my left leg In the parking lot dirt And Cathy was closing the lights A June bug flew from the warmth he once knew And I wished for once I weren't right Why we used to laugh together And we'd dance to any old song. Well, ya know, she still laughs with me But she waits just a second too long. And the sky is black and still now On the hill where the angels sing Ain't it funny how an old broken bottle Looks just like a diamond ring But it's far, far from me Well, I started the engine And I gave it some gas And Cathy was closing her purse Well, we hadn't gone far in my beat-up old car And I was prepared for the worst. "Will you still see me tomorrow?" "No, I got too much to do." Well, a question ain't really a question If you know the answer too. And the sky is black and still now On the hill where the angels sing Ain't it funny how an old broken bottle Looks just like a diamond ring But it's far, far from me

In my dream, night horses appear;they stand in a courtyard, tall, sleek coated,they gallop feverishly through arches,uncover meanings that mystify me.They rouse me in my dreaming to listento some kind of sign in their movements;they rush into a horizon I don't recognize.They are striding back toward the beginningsof this rough-hewn tale they're a part ofthrough the lost canyons of their home.I who lived without song or deliverance,who perhaps ignored the signs they gave me,take the direction now as a sort of salvation.'They frisk their manes,stand on their hind legs, pawing,wild, impossible to saddle and ride.They whinny in the near distance,relaying the futility of my pursuing them,I'm left following dim echoes.Their clattering hooves send out a code.

You capture the feeling of paranoia and personal worthlessness - I hope this is a study of someone else - if not, talk to someone about these troubles.

This reminds me of the dadaist poets in its word play - rough around the edges but somehow to the point by the use of familiar lodestone words like nature.