Song-a-week 2025 #33

Prompt: Sleep

Comforting myself with memories, warmth, and cozy blankets...

All Wrapped Up in a Memory

Unfelt unheard, unseen,
      I've left my little queen,
Her languid arms in silver slumber lying:
      Ah! through their nestling touch,
      Who -- who could tell how much
There is for madness -- cruel, or complying?

      Those faery lids how sleek!
      Those lips how moist! -- they speak,
In ripest quiet, shadows of sweet sounds:
      Into my fancy's ear
      Melting a burden dear,
How "Love doth know no fullness, nor no bounds."

      True -- tender monitors!
      I bend unto your laws:
This sweetest day for dalliance was born!
      So, without more ado,
      I'll feel my heaven anew,
For all the blushing of the hasty morn.

John Keats

Lines

The wind in your hair
Like the breeze we had last summer
The color of your eyes
the green that holds my heart
My destiny
My destiny
My Knee
on the Floor
the Ground Strong Beneath Me
The Ring Fits Just as Snug
as the day that we marry
My Destiny
My Destiny
No more excuses
I have stood by too long
The leap is oh so scary
but no more than the fall
My destiny

Ode, To You

Verse 1:

It’s Friday night, the clock says nine

Got a blank page waiting, but I still got time

Some folks hit the gym, some hit the bar

I'm chasing rhymes with this old guitar



Chorus:

Why do I write a song each week?

To keep me sane, or just unique

It gets me moving, makes me strong

Life makes more sense in a three-minute song



Verse 2:

I’m no Shakespeare, no Mozart

Just a stubborn fool with a crazy heart

Sometimes it’s magic, sometimes it’s rough

But a deadline’s a deadline, can’t get enough of this stuff



Chorus:

Why do I write a song each week?

To keep me sane, or just unique

It gets me moving, makes me strong

Life makes more sense in a three-minute song



Bridge:

Some weeks I stumble, some weeks I shine

But the tunes keep flowing down the melody line

If I miss a week, don’t shed a tear

I’ll make it up by this time next year



Final Chorus:

Why do I write a song each week?

It’s a promise I made that I plan to keep

It keeps me laughing, keeps me strong

Life makes more sense in a three-minute song

Why Do I Write.wav

Verse 1
Here I am in my desk
Trying to write about love
A cliche not again
Maybe itr's time to write about the rainfall

Pre Chorus
I am getting tired not again
Going crazy one more day
It's all over in my head
Lets go to bed
Maybe she will talk to me

Chorus
I wake up in the morning and try my pen
Write about a girl or a simple pain
Nothing is coming out so what can I say
Tomorrow will be the day

Verse 2
Word by word its coming out
Nothing crazy, something about the heary
Tell me gir is this alright
Feeling blocked or love you like a mad


Chords:
V: G  A
PC: E Db
Ch: G A Gb G Em Gb Db A

Tomorrow Will Be The Day

Verse 1:

Sent away tired and hungry

My intentions  misunderstood

Imagination’s taking over 

Beyond my neighborhood

The ceiling turned to starlight

The carpet turned to waves

I drifted toward the wild side

Where dreams my mind had saved



Chorus:

My room turned to an ocean,

My bed became a boat,

The stars guided my journey

For days I would float.

I sailed to the wild things

Tamed them with a tricks

Howling at the moonlight 

Roaring loud and quick



Verse 2:

They crowned me king of thunder,

On a shore of fire and gold,

Their eyes were fierce with wonder,

Their hearts were brave and bold.

We danced beneath the branches,

Where time began to slow,

But somewhere deep inside me

Heard something tell me “go.”



Break:



Verse:3

The sea grew still and silent,

The stars began to fade,

I dreamed of soup and comfort,

And love that never strayed.

I sailed back through the shadows,

Through calm and gentle seas,

To find my room was waiting 

Still warm, still home, still me.



Chorus:

My room turned to an ocean,

My bed became a boat,

The stars guided my journey

For days I would float.

I sailed to the wild things

Tamed them with a tricks

Howling at the moonlight

Roaring loud and quick

Wild Things.wav

Four Seasons fill the measure of the year;
     There are four seasons in the mind of man:
He has his lusty Spring, when fancy clear
     Takes in all beauty with an easy span:
He has his Summer, when luxuriously
     Spring's honied cud of youthful thought he loves
To ruminate, and by such dreaming high
     Is nearest unto heaven: quiet coves
His soul has in its Autumn, when his wings
     He furleth close; contented so to look
On mists in idleness—to let fair things
     Pass by unheeded as a threshold brook.
He has his Winter too of pale misfeature,
Or else he would forego his mortal nature.

John Keats

The Human Seasons

Audrey week 40

week 44

written/recorded (live) within 60 minutes https://www.reddit.com/r/songaweek/comments/1okn9ep/submissions_week_44_theme_the_60_minute_song/

a cannonball flew through it all 2 years ago
out of a blue sky there came a bolt that hit the walls
and made them fall

how long did you carry that cannonball, that cannonball?
you took it everywhere, every day, even on holiday
it was your baggage weight

our marriage had stood for so long
all that it took was just the one
cannonball

but I wouldn't change a thing
I wouldn't change a single thing
despite it all
despite it all
despite it all
despite it all

Cannonball

Written for Songwaweek 2025 (60 minute song)

-Hey Stranger-
Hey stranger, how are you?
I saw something funny
at work
no one got it
but you would've laughed 
till your sides were sore
Why don't we talk anymore?

Hey stranger, what's new there?
I saw what you posted -
the new hair. It's different. 
Remember how long it was
when we were in school?
Yeah, we thought that we were pretty cool

I've got more to share
If you ever decide to pick up your phone
I know that you're there,
and I'll keep sending memes
until you text me back
to leave you alone

Hey stranger, I'm joking
I'm sorry, whatever
I'm being a bother
I'll try again later
I'll try again later

All Wrapped Up in a Memory

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