Tuesday, September 15, 2015

Sleeping Children - Song Lyrics from the 90s

Lyrics from the 90s+

Sleeping Children
By Julie Gengo

Sleeping children sigh
In the morning I grow weary
Something crossed my mind
A distraction I see clearly

Deeper I climb
Into my slumber
I’m searching for the words
That will guide me through the storm
It weeps
It’s caught me by surprise
And I can’t hold on to anything at all
I sit around the circle
I wonder for myself

Sleeping children sigh
In the morning I grow weary
Something on my mind
A distraction I see clearly

Deeper I climb
Sometimes I ponder
Why words are so forlorn
A fraction of their size
I dream
And bundle up my pride
In the distance I can see the angels fall
To comfort all the strangers
That lie upon my shelf

A sensory that fails to keep
Me
Here beside you
I wish for dancing days that shine again
In time

Sleeping children sigh
In the morning I grow weary
Something crossed my mind
A distraction I see clearly

Deeper I climb
     deeper I climb
Deeper I climb
    deeper I climb
Deeper I climb

    deeper I climb

Saturday, September 12, 2015

Merry Widow - Song Lyrics from the 90s

Song Lyrics from the 90s+

Merry Widow
by Julie Gengo


The cradle rocks desperately  
And you break down
While the merry widow sleeps
You break down, break down

You ramble on all alone
But your pockets aren’t sewn
And there ain’t nothing left
You can’t buy your lifeline with it
Or a place called home

(Guitar Break)

How reckless abandonment
That has raped your soul dry

Could still exist
There is no pride

Or a lullaby called home
And you still can’t reach
But your hands are untied
So you can’t complain
And they taught you not to ever speak again
Speak again

The light seems so pale
Reflecting off your skin
As deep as your despair
Penetrating within

And you break down
And you break down
And you break down
And you break down

And their ain’t nothing left
You can’t buy your lifeline

Or a place called home
And you still can’t reach
But your hands are untied
So you can’t complain
And they taught you not to ever speak again
Speak again
Speak again
Speak again
Speak again
Speak, speak again…..


Wednesday, September 2, 2015

If You Lived Near By

If you lived near by
I would become thin
and crawl through your cat door
and sneak up
as you sat in your chair
reading your book

I would light a candle
and sit next to you
to keep you company

We would play cards
or chess
even though I don't know how to play

If you lived near by
I would call you from a phone booth
on a rainy night
and make you come to your window

I would smile and wave
and you would come down
and we would dance
in the warm rain
and get soaking wet

If you lived near by
I would bring you zucchini
from my garden
and a pumpkin
when they were in season

I would teach you
how to make soup
and how adding in
a little bit of this and a touch of that
can make all the difference

If you lived near by
I would hand deliver
postcards from exotic places
that I found at garage sales

I would write little notes
on them
pretending to be having a
fabulous time
but also sending you love
and kisses
and telling you how much I missed you

Hello

Hello
by Julie Gengo

hello from the back
of the hollow wall
the sound of last year's 
concert in the park
a tiny murmur from yesterday
remains
girl peers out
from behind a book
and listens
counting the meter
as the words 
catch up to the 
day that changed everything