Indian Summer Take6

Cold, cold, I'm feeling so cold, I need to get warm
Fire, fire, burns higher and higher, No need for alarm, 
Don't hide from the storm

Keep it burning, burn, burn, More food for the fire
Bring the fuel, you fool, you fool, the books burning higher
Our knowledge a pyre

Burn the books, keep the fire burning
Make them cook, keep the fire burning
Bhagada Vida, Shakespeare and Yeats, 
Einstein, the Bible, its them that we hate
Knowledge is danger just trust human nature
And burn, burn, burn, burn them all

Bradbury fireman, Ignorance, Strength, All books we'll destroy
Vid screens inform us, Soma consoles us
No need to discuss. The books make things worse

But the faster we burn them
The colder we get.

Keep The Fire Burning

For Songwriting Class, Week 2

Picture a Son :copyright Vern Lindberg
--------Verse-------
Kennedy Airport with picture in hand,
When will he come?
Excited and nervous as Pan Am comes to land
To bring us a child, dark shining eyes
The child has arrived and our lives ever changed

-------Chorus-------
Door opens, babies appear
A new part of us has begun
Small stranger, full head of dark hair
Picture changed into a son.

-------Transition back to verse, just a couple of bars-------


Picture A Son

For Week 3 Songwriting  Pattison Course

Reassigned        Copyright Vern Lindberg

My best friend Carlos came home with me
Playing hoops in the backyard, H.O.R.S.E
Eating Ice cream sundaes, they taste so good
Then riding our bikes in the neighborhood


But Mom came home in her Corporal clothes
She's been reassigned, now we have to go
Why is it always the same
Two years and we're leaving again
Goodbye Pueblo, goodbye Bragg
Goodbye schools and friends


Reassigned

Winter's End

Snow suffocates the sounds 
Pulls colors into  white and dingy gray 
Cold creeps into our homes 
Each day much like the  last 
Skies leaden overcast press spirits down 
Please winter end.    

I sit inside my  room 
Trying to recall the grassy green 
Faint echoes of perfume 
I miss you when you're gone 
A  mumbled song just withers on my lips
Please winter end. 
 
Bridge
Winter's frigid clutch 
And you and I so far apart
A month of lonely days and nights
I don't despair because 

I wake to melting  snow
The sun it gained a foothold as it  shone
Bright colors start to flow
I hear an airplane's drone
You're  coming home once more, Our spirits meet in air 
Winter's  come and gone.                 
 Tag
And we will dance the springtime in.    

Winters End

WintersEnd2

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Week4LRpaired

Words and music, Vern Lindberg June 9 2015

Tidal Woman

For songwriting challenge. (c) Vern Lindberg Dec 2016

Seven Seconds 'Til Midnight

Stealing a tune from Bob Dylan, words to fit current times.

Cloistered By Covid

Retired professor, folk musician, member of acoustic quartet, JAVA

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