CantGiveItAway Posted January 5, 2011 Report Posted January 5, 2011 (edited) If anyone else posts I dont mind. Edited January 31, 2011 by CantGiveItAway Quote
CantGiveItAway Posted January 5, 2011 Author Report Posted January 5, 2011 (edited) That is so messed up. I wrote that whole thing out and it came out nothing like the way I wrote it. Sorry people you might as well delete it. Im definitley not writing it again. The words are right they were just presented differently. Edited January 5, 2011 by CantGiveItAway Quote
Luna- Posted January 5, 2011 Report Posted January 5, 2011 (edited) How's this:Just a song I was listening to. All I ever wanted to do was fly Leave this world and live in the sky I let the c130 out of fort worth town I go up some days I dont wanna come down Well I fly that plane Call the angel flight Come on brother your with me tonight Between heaven and earth Your never alone On the angel flight Come on brother I'm taking you home I love my family and I love this land But tonight this flight for another man We do what we do cuz we heard the call Some gave alittle...some gave it all I fly that plane Call the angel flight Come on brother your with me tonight Between heaven and earth Your never alone On the angel flight Come on brother I'm taking you home Well the country's quiet and the stars are bright It feels like love in here tonight It don't matter where we touch down On the angel flight it's sacred ground I fly that plane! Call the angel flight Got a hero ridin with us tonight Between heaven and earth Your never alone On the angel flight Come on brother I'm taking you home. (I just cut and pasted and put in line breaks. I should, of course, be doing other things, which I am trying hard to avoid doing. This was just the excuse I needed, thanks! ) Edited January 5, 2011 by Luna- Quote
CantGiveItAway Posted January 6, 2011 Author Report Posted January 6, 2011 (edited) Yes, that is alittle better lol Thank You:)...................Hey do you think i could post lyrics here when I wanted. Ithink that would be kinda cool for me to have in one thread. I understand if it's against the rules or seen as not wanted. Edited January 6, 2011 by CantGiveItAway Quote
Luna- Posted January 6, 2011 Report Posted January 6, 2011 There are no rules about that. Go right ahead ... Quote
CantGiveItAway Posted January 6, 2011 Author Report Posted January 6, 2011 (edited) The best country song I think ever written.Well I woke up, Sunday mornin', with no way, to hold my head, that didn't hurt...And the beer I had, for breakfast, wasnt bad, so I had one more, for dessert...I fumbled in my closet, through my clothes, and found my, cleanest, dirty shirtThen I washed my face, and combed my hair, and stumbled down, the stairs, to meet the day...I'd smoked my mind, the night before with, cigarettes and songs, that I'd been, pickin'But I lit my first, and watched a small kid, playin', with a can, that he'd been, kickin'Then I walked across the street, and caught the Sunday smell, of someone, fryin', chickenAnd it took me back, to somethin', that I lost, somewhere, somehow, along the way...On the Sunday mornin', sidewalks...I'm wishin', lord, that I was, stoned...Cause theres somethin' in ah Sunday, that makes, a body, feel alone...And theres nothin', short, of dyin'Half as lonesome, as the soundOf the sleepin', city sidewalksAnd, Sunday Mornin, Coming Down...In the park I saw, a daddy, with a laughing, little girl, that he was swingin'And I stopped beside, a Sunday school, and listened, to the songs, that they were singin'Then I headed down the street, and somewhere far away, a lonely bell, was ringin'And it echoed through, the canyons, like a disappearing, dream, of yesterdayOn the Sunday mornin' sidewalksIm wishin' lord, that I was stoned...Cause theres somethin' in ah Sunday, that makes, a body, feel alone...Theres nothin' short, of dyin'Half as lonesome, as the soundOf, the sleepin', city sidewalks...Sunday Mornin' Comin' Down Edited August 31, 2011 by CantGiveItAway Quote
flander Posted January 6, 2011 Report Posted January 6, 2011 The best country song I think ever written.I prefer Hank Williams' music, but Kristofferson isn't bad. Quote
CantGiveItAway Posted January 7, 2011 Author Report Posted January 7, 2011 (edited) See him wasted, on, the sidewalk, in his jacket, and his jeansWearin' yesterdays misfortune like a smile...Once he had a future, full of, money, love, and dreamsWhice he spent, like they was, goin, outta style...And he keeps right on, achangin', for the better, or the worseSearchin', for a shrine, hes never found...Never knowin' if believin', is a blessing, or a curseOr if the goin' up, was worth the comin' down...Hes a poet...Hes a picker...Hes a prophet...Hes a pusher...Hes a pilgrim, and a preacher, and a problem, when hes stoned...Hes a walking contridiction, partly truth, and partly fiction...Taking ev'ry wrong direction, on his lonely, way, back home...He has tasted, good and evil, in your bedrooms, and your barsAnd hes, traded in, tommorrow, for today...Runnin', from his devils, lord, and reaching for the starsAnd losin', all hes loved, along the way...But if this world keeps right, on turnin', for the better, or the worseAnd all he ever gets, is older, and around...From the rockin' of, the cradle, to the rollin', of the hearseGoin' up, was worth, the comin' down...Hes a poet...Hes a liarHes a prophet...Hes a dreamerHes a pilgrim, and a preacher, and a problem, when hes stoned...Hes a walking, contridiction, partly truth, and partly fictionTaking ev'ry, wrong direction, on his, lonely way, back home Edited September 18, 2011 by CantGiveItAway Quote
CantGiveItAway Posted January 7, 2011 Author Report Posted January 7, 2011 (edited) I am a drifter on a hungry empty seaThere is no one on earth, to rescue meThe rains and storms they freeze meSummer burned aliveI cant remember, when another soul passed by...Marooned and stranded, on the Islands of the DamnedThere is no one on earth, to take my handThere is no voice to speak, no soul for company...The sun goes down like blood, into the western seaAlone and dying, and a thousand miles I'm gone...I know I am lost, so broken and aloneI searched the sky for God, shivering to the BONE!Drowned in sorrow.......Lost in the OzoneAbandon Me! Abandon Me!Wash over me, watch over me...........drowned foreverAlone and crying, and a thousand miles astrayAlone upon the cruel sea, forsworn and cast awayI turned my face to God, but his face was turned awayLost in the Ozone, nothing left to sayLost in the Ozone, nothing left to sayAbandon Me Edited August 31, 2011 by CantGiveItAway Quote
CantGiveItAway Posted January 8, 2011 Author Report Posted January 8, 2011 (edited) Down a dangerous road, I have come to where Im standin'With a heavy heart, and my hat clutched in, my handsSuch a foolish man, God aint known no greater sinnerI have come in search of Jesus hopin' he will understand...If I give my soul, will he clean these clothes, Im wearin'?If I give my soul, will he put new boots on my feet?If I bow my head, and beg God, for his forgivenessWill he breathe new life within' me, and bring her back to meI had a woman once, she was kind, and she was gentleHad a child by me, who grew up to be a manI had a steady job...Till! I started in, to drinkin'Then I started makin' music, travelin' with, the devils bandOh the years went by, like a mighty rush, of egosOur dreams and plans, were all scattered in the windAnd its a lonesome life, when you lose the ones you live forIf I make my peace with Jesus, will they take me back again...If I give my soul, will he stop my hands, from shakin'?If I give my soul, will my son, love me again?If I give my soul, and they know I really mean itWill they take me back again Edited March 8, 2013 by CantGiveItAway Quote
CantGiveItAway Posted January 9, 2011 Author Report Posted January 9, 2011 (edited) As I walk these narrow streetsWhere amillion passing feet, have gone before meWith my guitar in my hand, suddenly I realize.....Nobody knows meWhere yesterday the multitudes screamed and cried my name out, for a'song Today the streets are empty, and the crowds............have all gone homeI pass amillion houses, but there is no place, where I belongAll I knew to give you, was song after song............after songAll the truths I tried to tell you, were as distant to you, as the moonBorn 200 years too late......................and 200 years, too soonI'm achild of this age, locked inside the pages, of your bookAnd when I am but dust and clay, and other children stop........to take alookWill they marvel at the miracles I did perform, and to the heights I did aspireOr will they tear out the pages of the book................to, light afireWith the rain on my face, there is no place, Where I belong Edited June 20, 2011 by CantGiveItAway Quote
CantGiveItAway Posted January 10, 2011 Author Report Posted January 10, 2011 (edited) I'm gonna Live ForeverI'm gonna cross that riverI'm gonna catch tomorrow nowYour gonna want to hold meJust like I always told youYour gonna miss me when I'm goneNobody here will ever find meBut I will always be aroundJust like the songs I leave behind meI'm gonna Live Forever nowYou fathers and you mothersBe good to one anotherPlease try to raise your children rightDon't let the darkness take'emDon't make'em feel forsakenJust lead'em safely to the lightWhen this old world is blown to sunderAnd all the stars fall from the skyRemember someone really loves youWe'll Live Forever, You And I Edited February 7, 2012 by CantGiveItAway Quote
CantGiveItAway Posted January 11, 2011 Author Report Posted January 11, 2011 (edited) I have......been ungrateful........I've been unwiseRestless.......from the cradle.......now I realizeIt's so hard to see the rainbowThrough glasses dark as theseMaybe.......I'll be able......from now on.....on my kneesOooooooooOoooooooOooooooo I am weakOoooooh I know I am vainTake this weight from me, Let my spirit beUnchainedOld man, swearin at the sidewalk, and I'm overcomeSeems that, we both forgotton, forgotten to go homeHave IIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIII seen, an angelOr have I, seen a ghoooooooooooooooostWhere's that........rock of ages.........when I need it mostOooooooooOoooooooOooooooo I am weakOoooooh I know I am vainTake this weight from me, Let my spirit beUnchained Edited April 13, 2011 by CantGiveItAway Quote
flander Posted January 11, 2011 Report Posted January 11, 2011 a couple by Hank WilliamsAlone and ForsakenWe met in the springtime when blossoms unfoldThe pastures were green and the meadows were goldOur love was in flower as summer grew onHer love like the leaves now has withered and gone.The roses have faded, there's frost at my doorThe birds in the morning don't sing anymoreThe grass in the valley is starting to dieAnd out in the darkness the whippoorwills cry.RefrainAlone and forsaken by fate and by manOh, Lord, if You hear me please hold to my handOh, please understand.Oh, where has she gone to, oh, where can she beShe may have forsaken some other like meShe promised to honor, to love and obeyEach vow was a plaything that she threw away.The darkness is falling, the sky has turned grayA hound in the distance is starting to bayI wonder, I wonder - what she's thinking ofForsaken, forgotten - without any love.RefrainMen With Broken HeartsYou'll meet many just like me upon life's busy streetWith shoulders stooped and heads bowed low and eyes that stare in defeatOr souls that live within the past where sorrow plays all partsWhere a living death is all that's left for men with broken heartsYou have no right to be the judge to criticize and condemnJust think but for the grace of God it would be you instead of himOne careless step a thoughtless deed and then the misery startsAnd to those who weep death comes cheap these men with broken heartsOh so humble you should be when they come passing byFor it's written that the greatest men never get too big to crySome lose faith in love and life when sorrow shoots her dartsAnd with hope all gone they walk alone these men with broken heartsYou've never walked in that man's shoes or saw things through his eyesOr stood and watched with helpless hands while the heart inside you diesSome were paupers some were kings and some were masters of the artsBut in their shame they're all the same these men with broken heartsLife sometimes can be so cruel that a heart will pray for deathGod why must these living dead know pain with every breathSo help your brother along the road no matter where he startsFor the God that made you made them too these men with broken hearts Quote
Waiting Posted January 11, 2011 Report Posted January 11, 2011 Music is a big part of my life especially in trying times.It helps me to forget.It helps me to remember.It helps me to cry.It helps me to smile.It helps me to feel not alone.It helps me to have hope. Quote
CantGiveItAway Posted January 11, 2011 Author Report Posted January 11, 2011 (edited) The first time I held your handI knew I, was a lucky manFelt like God forgave me, of all my wrongsI keep tellin myself.........................that Im Heaven BoundSometimes it sure gets coldAnd the fall on, music rowBut it's worth it, if it gets me by somehowI keep tellin myyyself......................that Im Heaven BoundCos' it seems like we don't everHave near enough time, together, anymoreAll these lonely nights without youWill go away when I can hold you, in my armsI keep tellin myself.....................that Im Heaven BoundI keep tellin myself.....................that Im Heaven BoundI keep tellin myself Edited April 5, 2011 by CantGiveItAway Quote
flander Posted January 12, 2011 Report Posted January 12, 2011 here are 3 from Hank Williams III5 Shots of WhiskeyLivin alone, singin my songsThinkin bout the good times when you were my ownLady you taught me how to hurt and cry, and each day I'm not with you, I die more insideHoney, sweet lady why did you go? and leave me here dying all alone in my world?It's all gone wrong since you've been goneSo give me 5 shots of whiskey to help kill the misery and pain you put me throughThanks for the good times, for they were the best of my life I spent with youNow what can I do?Walkin' on Broadway not havin a care I see you and your new guy who's strokin' your hairAnd I can't keep staying here in my hometown,got to get on with my life somehow It's all gone wrong since you've been goneSo give me 5 shots of whiskey to help kill the misery and pain you put me throughThanks for the good times, for they were the best of my life I spent with youand I still love youCallin' Your NameI've been up all night and I can't sleepI've been thinkin' about you and I can't eatI tried to go outside, but it strarted to rainand I'm sittin' here in tears callin' your nameCallin' your name O Lord, I need you nowI didn't know how far I was driftin' outIt's been so hard livin' all aloneI need ya this time - Lord, please can ya give me a home?It's been so hard these last few years without youI've been wild and I didnt have a careI've caused myself so much sorrowso I'm callin' this time - can I be saved?Callin' your name O Lord, I need you nowI didn't know how far I was driftin' outIt's been so hard livin' all aloneI need ya this time - Lord, please can ya give me a home?I'm calling this time - Lord, please can ya give me a home?Candidate for SuicideWell I'm a candidate for suicide the more that I get oldI'm a candidate for suicide..the drugs have taken their tollI'm a candidate for suicide..I was raped at 8 years oldWell I'm a candidate for suicide cause I'm a cheat, liar, and a whore.Well I've been busted up and beaten down..no self esteem to make me proudanti social, depressed, and cursedWell I hope I feel better when I'm ridin in that hearseand all my emotions have left me and I no longer hurt.Well I'm a candidate for suicide cause I'm burned out and too far goneWell I'm a candidate for suicide..no matter what I do it seems wrongWell I'm a candidate for suicide cause I hurt the ones I loveWell I'm a candidate for suicide cause I never laugh that muchI've been busted up and beaten down..no self esteem to make me proudanti social, depressed, and cursedWell I hope I feel better when I'm ridin in that hearseand all my emotions have left me and I no longer hurtwell all my emotions have left me and I no longer hurt Quote
CantGiveItAway Posted January 12, 2011 Author Report Posted January 12, 2011 (edited) Would you lay, with me, in a field, of stoneIf my needs, were strong, would you, lay, with meShould my lips, grow, dry, would you wet, them, dearIn the midnight, hour, if my, lips, were, dryWould you go, away, to another, landWalk athousand, miles, through the burning, sandWipe the blood, away, from my, dieing, handIf I give, myself, to youWill you bathe, with me, in the stream, of lifeWhen the moon, is full, will you bathe, with meWill you still, love me, when Im, down, and, outIn my time, of trial, will you stand, by, meWould you, go, away, to another, landWalk athousand miles, through, the burning, sandWipe the, blood, away, from my dieing, handIf I, give, myself, to, youWould you lay, with me, in a field, of stoneIf my lips, grow, dry, would you, wet, them, dearWould you bathe, with me, in the stream, of lifeWill you still, love, me, when Im down, and, outWould you lay with me, in a field of stoneWhen the moon, is full, will you lay with me Edited September 5, 2011 by CantGiveItAway Quote
Jetliner Posted January 12, 2011 Report Posted January 12, 2011 (edited) So, I haven't posted on here for a long... long time now but, saw this thread and HAD to chime in.I have a fortune from a fortune cookie somewhere that reads:"Music is the divine way to say beautiful poetic things to the heart."I just thought that was soooo... perfect. Music really is the universal language. Words mean different things to different people but music crosses all language boundaries. It's truly the language of the heart.And beyond speaking to the heart of another in a way that words could never hope to, it also has been my experience that music helps my own heart say things that, I just can't seem to find the words for. People who know me, know that I'm never at a shortage for words! Lol! But sometimes, words just aren't sufficient to express the depth of emotion that the heart is capable of. When that happens, out comes the guitar or the piano and THEN, the full scope of the heart's expression can be felt.I used to have this link up here but, think I deleted it. Just if anyone's interested, here's my page with links to things I've written. Some are complete songs - most are just ideas as they came to me. But maybe, something will touch someone's heart. http://www.youtube.com/user/Jetliner757?feature=mhumAnd if I may, the lyrics to a song that I find so moving... It's by Point of Grace and called, "Heal the Wound."I used to wish that I could rewrite historyI used to dream that each mistake could be erasedThen I could just pretendI never knew the me back thenI used to pray that You would take this shame awayHide all the evidence of who I've been But it's the memory ofThe place You brought me fromThat keeps me on my kneesAnd even though I'm freeHeal the wound but leave the scarA reminder of how merciful You areI am broken, torn apartTake the pieces of this heartAnd heal the wound but leave the scarI have not lived a life that boasts of anythingI don't take pride in what I bringBut I'll build an altar withThe rubble that You've found me inAnd every stone will singOf what You can redeemHeal the wound but leave the scarA reminder of how merciful You areI am broken, torn apartTake the pieces of this heartAnd heal the wound but leave the scarDon't let me forgetEverything You've done for meDon't let me forgetThe beauty in the sufferingHeal the wound but leave the scarA reminder of how merciful You areI am broken, torn apartTake the pieces of this heartAnd heal the wound but leave the scar Edited January 12, 2011 by Jetliner Quote
CantGiveItAway Posted January 13, 2011 Author Report Posted January 13, 2011 (edited) Had a dream last night, that I was deadHad a dream last night, that I was deadEvil, spirits, all around my bed...The devil came, and grabbed my handThe devil came, and grabbed, my handLead me down, through that red hot land...Mean blue spirits, somethin' false in meMean, blue spirits, somethin' callin' meMade me mo'oan and groan, in misery...Fairies and dragons, spitting out blue flamesFairies, and dragons, spitting out, blue flamesShown their teeth, cuz they were glad I came...Demons with their eyelids, drippin' bloodDemons, with their eyelids, drippin' bloodDrug the sinner, through that brimestone, flood...This is HELLLLL! I cried, with all my might...This is HELLLLLLLLL! I cried, with all my, might...Said Oooooooo my soul, I cant bear, the sight...Start runnin', cuz this is my bloodStart runnin', cuz this is, my bloodRun so fast.......till someone woke, me up:eek: Edited March 5, 2013 by CantGiveItAway Quote
CantGiveItAway Posted January 14, 2011 Author Report Posted January 14, 2011 (edited) There's a man across the hall, who sits starin, at the floorHe thinks he's Hank Williams, hear him singin, through the doorThere's a girl in 203, who stops by, to visit meAnd she talks about, her songs, and the star, that she should beThere are lots of, special people, stayin in or, passin through...And for one thing, or another...Committed to Parkview...There's a girl in 307, coming down, on thorazineAnd a superstar's ex-drummer, tryin to kick benzedrineThere's a boy just down below me, whose the son, of some well knownHe was brought in by his mother, cause his daddy's always goneThere's a bum from down on broadway, and afew, quiet, well to-dos...Who have withdrawn, from the ratraceAnd Committed, to Parkview...There's a girl, who cries above me, loud enough, to wake the deadThey don't know, what she has takin, that has scrambled up her headThere's a writer, and a singer, who has tried and tried and triedThey just brought him in, this mornin, an attempted, suicideThere are those, who never made it, those who did but now are throughSome came of there own, good choosenSome Committed, to Parkview...They wake us, about 6:30, just before, the morning mealWhile their taking, blood pressure, they ask us, how we feelAnd I always say, FANTASTIC! there aint nothin, wrong with meAnd then they, give me my injection, and I go right back, to sleepAnd my days, are kind of foggy, and my nights are, dreamy too...But..there..takin..good..care..of..meCommitted..to..Parkview Edited March 22, 2012 by CantGiveItAway Quote
CantGiveItAway Posted January 17, 2011 Author Report Posted January 17, 2011 (edited) Where the road is dark, and the seed is sowWhere the gun is cocked, as the bullets coldWhere the miles are marked, in the blood and the goldI'll meet you, further on, up the roadGot on my deadman's suit, and my smilin' skull ringMy lucky graveyard boots, and a'song to singI gotta a'song to sing, it keeps me out of the coldAnd I'll meet you, further on, up the roadFurther on up the road...........Further on up the roadWhere the way is dark, and the night is coldOne sunny mornin'.........we'll rise I knowAnd I'll meet you further on, up the roadNow I been out in the desert, just doin my timeSearchin through the dust, lookin for ah signIf there's a'light up ahead, well people I dont knowBut I got this fever burnin, in my soulFurther on up the road, Further on up the roadFurther on up the road, Further on up the roadOne sunny mornin'.........we'll rise I knowAnd I'll meet you further on, up the road Edited March 25, 2011 by CantGiveItAway Quote
Guest ASchwartz Posted January 17, 2011 Report Posted January 17, 2011 Hi Cantgiveitaway,These poems are powerful and filled with deep meaning and feelings. What do you understand about them? Can you explain?Please help us understand. Also, can you tell us more about yourself? Allan Quote
CantGiveItAway Posted January 18, 2011 Author Report Posted January 18, 2011 (edited) ............... Edited February 10, 2011 by CantGiveItAway Quote
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