By michaelcahill
| Author Notes |
My ex-wife and myself. My song and lyric, for a Veggie Tales type play. Laziness PAYS ... for others. LOL |
By michaelcahill
| Author Notes |
My ex and me. Another children's song. |
By michaelcahill
It's a million people marching
a million hands to hold
and their strong in their conviction
secure within the fold
and I see your shining face
a little girl all alone
and I can't wait for you to grow
to show
what you know
what only you know
For one in a million
will march alone
Oh, one in a million
will march alone
It's a million people marching
and I look o'er the crowd
and I look for Martin Luther
and Bobby walking proud
and I wonder who among you
will step out of the crowd
and show us what you know
what only you know
Oh, one in a million will march alone
One in a million will march alone
Oh, oh, one
in a million
will march alone.
| Author Notes |
This is the short version. It leaves room for a verse or two addressing whatever is current. Just me, guitar and a very cheap cassette player. Big budget all the way. Yes, Bobby Kennedy does it for me. Think of whomever does it for you. |
By michaelcahill
| Author Notes |
This is the only kind of recording I have, so sorry about the sound quality etc. Cassette, me singing with me, guitar with guitar and some sound effects that I forget how I came up with. Remember, this was requested. Hahaha!! |
By michaelcahill
| Author Notes |
You are my sunshine, my only sunshine You make me happy when skies are grey You never know, dear, how much I love you Please don't take my sunshine away The other night, dear, as I lay sleeping I dreamt I held you in my arms When I awoke, dear, I was mistaken So I hung my head, and I cried You are my sunshine, my only sunshine You make me happy when skies are grey You never know, dear, how much I love you Please don't take my sunshine away I'll always love you and make you happy If you will only say the same But if you leave me to love another, You'll regret it all one day You are my sunshine, my only sunshine You make me happy when skies are grey You never know, dear, how much I love you Please don't take my sunshine away Please don't take my sunshine away |
By michaelcahill
| Author Note: | LYRICS AND MUSIC PERFORMED BY MIKEY |
The neon keeps flashing
in those downtown eyes
oh yeah baby's hot tonight
and the click click rhythm
echos on down
the alley's hard tongue roadway
and the fragrance of the moment
replaces air with atmosphere
oh it's a hot baby kind of night
now that cats on the prowl
followin' the click click
seeking the fragrance
doin' that hunter walk
oh yeah the tail is twitchin' tonight
leading the way
closing in now
he on his knees
she on all fours
hunter and prey
prey and hunter
and it's hot and heavy
down the alley way
till the siren blares.....
slithering away
tail between his legs
but the neon won't stop flashing
in those downtown eyes
downtown,
downtown eyes
| Author Notes |
The usual poorly recorded me and guitar and some whistling. :)) |
By michaelcahill
By michaelcahill
coals
having served their purpose
are left to burn
the thrill of a matchstrike
the bold flames foreshadow
a total committment
to ashes
now forgotten
is it kindness
to pour a pail of cold water
over the embers slowly burning alone
ending the lonely vigil
when burning out was all that was left
i stand alone at the waters edge
but i don't enter
for some reason i smile
as i trace your name
in the sand
embers of Lenore
| Author Notes | To avoid any controversy all woman in my past are named Lenore. This is a song as well. |
By michaelcahill
| Author Note: | LYRICS AND MUSIC PERFORMED BY MIKEY |
Oh, oh Lenore
Surrounded by tubercular blood drops
expectorated from your sweet lips
a swirling pattern surrounds my silhouette
as the pale moon follows behind me
I slap your face
open handed and open mouthed
for your self-centered display
must I further implore you
to my attention?
Or, will you wallow
in your piteous self-indulgence
while I remain unsatiated and unsutured?
What of your promised sensuality
drowning in the wheezing of your love speak?
your claws pierce my thighs
as you tickle my unwilling femurs
your jaw clamps down tightly on my abdomen
seeking the sweet spot
It's just two becoming one
two becoming one
your backswept incisors in an
intimate intestinal embrace
you taste the swirling parfait
of a half remembered desert
somehow you kick the ceiling off our love nest
and the crowd roars its approval
dancing on an imaginary balcony
waving their ladles triumphantly
and each in turn
tastes of the gelatinous remains
of two becoming
one
Oh, I love you
my sweet Lenore
| Author Notes |
Poor recording, but I need a record of how it goes more or less.
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By michaelcahill
| Author Note: | LYRICS AND MUSIC BY MIKEY |
smoke at the wind's mercy
no direction of its own
I can dig it like that girl
so lite it up
give us a puff
down by the tracks
that used to carry trains
rust has a life of its own
so I gotta keep polishin'
or infinity will disappear
and all the wind
will slip over the horizon
we wouldn't want to sit around
in a cloud of smoke
can't see too well like that
not enough oxygen
in smokey air
so tired
so asleep
so comatose
but now I'm hearing that rumble
and feelin' that vibration
and that whistles blowin'
that smoke away
who's to say what a train thinks
I never talked to one
but, I love its entrance
makes me want to ride it away
like smoke at the wind's mercy
| Author Notes |
Poor recording, but it's all mine. :))
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By michaelcahill
I remember the life we lived
From the moment we met
until the end
That first moment like Sgt. Pepper
Or Jimi's guitar
When I saw you and knew to my surprise
That you were a part of the world
I thought I knew the world well enough
To hate it
But, I couldn't really hate a world
That you were a part of
You.....
Remember?
I could barely look at you
Like a deer in the headlights frozen
Waiting to be hit
Wanting to be hit
Hell, begging to get knocked
Through the center of the earth
To who knows where
Splattered across a universe
I don't even know which one
Remember?
From somewhere I found the nerve to speak
[I do remember being smooth at one time]
So, I said God knows what
And you actually spoke to me
Like some song that never leaves you
So tuneful
So haunting
And thus began the life we lived
And your heart kept mine beating a little longer
And your spirit haunted me as a spirit should
And your soul with but a casual brush
Gave me warmth
Remember?
And now you carry on
Without me, of course
For how could you know
The life we lived
I lived alone.
| Author Notes | actually put this to music at someone's suggestion. wanted to write this in todays language. an ode doesn't have to be ode fashioned does it? to the girl that never knew. |
By michaelcahill
Inside my mind it’s snowing
Outside the wind is blowing
And I wish that I was knowing
Why those clouds are going
Without me….oh
Inside my lonely barrel
It’s resting place so narrow
Waiting for a breeze
Borrowed from the trees
To blow me in….oh
The branch that holds the sparrow
Shivering to the marrow
Just like me…oh
The rapids down below
I don’t know where they go
But, I know it’s somewhere
Away from here
Where I fear I’ll have to stay
Without windows
Peering through a crack in my eyelid
Wondering what I did
To make the sparrow stay
| Author Notes |
By michaelcahill
| Author Notes | A love song from back in the day. Not meant to rhyme exactly but to fit a melody and chord structure. |
By michaelcahill
| Author Note: | LYRICS AND MUSIC PERFORMED BY MIKEY |
through the years
a crystal eagle soars
above the tears
a single heartbeat
showing us the way
through the years
and like travelers in the night
the people passing by
are passing by unknowing
swallowed by the mystery of our world
where truth is kept within
for only you
for only me
through the years
oh, it is one path
one journey
one love
through the years
| Author Notes |
Yikes! It's your ears. :)) |
By michaelcahill
an Israeli soldier
marching through Palestine
in the footsteps of Jesus
salvation on his mind
from the Jordan river
we hear the cannons roar
we look for John the Baptist
within some ancient lore
they have discovered God
no one worships the same
no one can agree
on his name
when the blood runs cold
it soothes the burn.
| Author Notes | no offense to any religion intended. with offense to war. |
By michaelcahill
| Author Note: | LYRICS AND MUSIC PERFORMED BY MIKEY |
You don't have what you've taken
so you hold it close at hand
when the rain doesn't stop
its quicksand
and your heart is mistakin'
and the guilt leaves a glowin'
you mistake for warmth
unknowin'
and I make your mornin' coffee
I'm your evenin' post to lean on
and you think you hold me captive
but, this soul journeyed long ago
and left you, with no one
what have you taken from me?
when I live in stolen moments
that I cradle in the graveyard
of what you call our love
you feel the fire that's burnin'
baby, that's just a secret kiss I found
and a lifetime with you won't erase it
and a lifetime with you won't replace it
I love someone somewhere
you love your morning coffee
that you drink
with no one
| Author Notes |
Poor quality, so listen at the risk of your ears. :))
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By michaelcahill
| Author Note: | MUSIC AND LYRICS BY MIKEY :)) |
Don't believe your eyes
just close them
listen to my song
don't believe what you see
just feel me in the dark
colors are flat reflections
truth hides in shadows
in the dark it's the fear
that fuels desire
it's the sun that burns my soul
fire doesn't mix with fire
the beauty of a campfire
is the dark in which it glows
I don't know where
this journey started
I don't know where it ends
I can only say
that it's always me
as I've always been
Ask me in the dark
and I'll show you who I am
the beauty of a campfire
is the dark in which it glows
don't believe your eyes
just listen to my song
just feel me in the dark
and I'll show you who I am
| Author Notes |
The usual crude recording, best I've got at the moment. |
By michaelcahill
Warning: The author has noted that this contains the highest level of language.
Beautiful whore
How can I ignore
the salty sweat
dripping from your breasts
Beautiful whore
your parted lips implore
my entry
your eyes say only yes
to my swollen tongue's desire
Beautiful whore
Somehow I'm right in the middle of this
and I've come to the end
here I am smaller than
have I killed my only friend
now I've seen the floor
tell me when
I don't need you anymore
I don't know what
I ever wanted you for
Oh, beautiful whore
| Author Notes |
No, it doesn't need warnings, but it doesn't hurt.
Poor quality recording just to get it on tape. Me, guitar, one take on a cheap cassette. Oh well. :)) |
By michaelcahill
| Author Note: | LYRICS AND MUSIC PERFORMED BY MIKEY |
Hideaway
where I'm shiverin' in a corner
afraid to light a fire
that shows me
what a lifetime runnin'
can do to a soul
a broken down shack
that wasn't much to start with
a room without mirrors to taunt me
a room without mirrors to tempt me
And I ride a black stallion
through the night
and her eyes
are the only light I remember
maybe she still sees me
in the corner of her mind
Hideaway
| Author Notes |
It is what it is. :)) |
By michaelcahill
| Author Note: | LYRICS AND MUSIC PERFORMED BY MIKEY |
Are you warm tonight
I'd really like to know
If your kids were starving
would you steal
In starving desperation
Mr. Martin rode his fear
and seeing no one there
he tucked a loaf of bargain brand
fast inside his coat
a flash of light, a thundering
he fell like some comedian
practicing a joke
In yonder distant palace
the King was holding court
the jester spoke of equity
secure inside the fort
the King was filled with laughter
as vaudevillian play
filled the sitting parlor
while night escaped from day
"My kingdom is a garden"
the King did proudly shout,
"and soon the buds will blossum
I'm positive, no doubt".
Can you see beyond
the kingdom you have built
can you hear beyond
the echo of your voice
What makes you think
the air is just for you.
Are you warm tonight
I'd really like to know
are you sleepin' tight
I'd really like to know
If your kids were starving
would you steal
Dinner would be late tonight
in the Martin home
but there'd be one less mouth to feed
and one less thief to roam
| Author Notes |
Terrible recording, but I need to keep it for reference if I ever get a chance to make a real recording. :)) |
By michaelcahill
| Author Notes |
This was going to be for the song lyric contest, but these lyrics are pretty thin without the music. YES ... they're thin with the music too. HAAAAHAHAHA! Whatever, that's me, my ex-wife and her lovely sister. One of many mistakes I've made in my life. It gives me things to write about. :)) Sorry about the quality, it's all there is. |
By michaelcahill
It must be the way you smile
makes me want to stay awhile
I know I shouldn't stay
I don't know what words to say
But if my heart could speak to you
if I could do what I wanted to do
I would leave the world behind
follow my heart, not my mind
But we can be lovers tonight
we can be lovers tonight
Morning comes the stars are gone
and you've left with them too
I know the stars will come again
but you won't be with them
So one last kiss must hold me
remembering all that it told me
I'll be watching the stars for a while
always remembering your smile
and that we were lovers tonight
we were lovers tonight
| Author Notes |
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By michaelcahill
VERSE
I haven't got the money
to spend upon my dreams
I'll dream a little deeper
and find out what it means
CHORUS
Ridin' on the chill of the breeze
of the silver wind
warmed by the stars in the sky
above my head
VERSE
I haven't got the time
to waste upon a living
there's more to do than digging holes
there's loving and there's living
CHORUS
Riding on the chill of the breeze
of the silver wind
warmed by the stars in the sky
above my head
BRIDGE
All the dragons playing
in flight above the land
are happy with their fairy tales
how can anybody say that they aren't real
when anyone can tell me what they look like
anyone can tell me what they live like
dream a little deeper
don't let them fly alone
VERSE
Call me foolish if you wish
but I cannot hear you
I'm busy making up my life
there's much that I must do
CHORUS
Ridin' on the chill of the breeze
of the silver wind
warmed by the stars in the sky
above my head.
| Author Notes |
It's a drag I can't add the music here, that demonstrates how the lyrics fit into the melody etc. But, here it is anyway. For children. :)) Well, the contest is over, so here is the music. LOL |
By michaelcahill
| Author Notes |
Okay, be kind. This is from when I was fourteen, the second poem I actually wrote down. The music is me and my precious ex-wife, me harmony and guitar, her lead vocals, drums and other things. This is OLD. LOL I apologize if you're a fan or follower of John Hagee. I, on the other hand, am not. I am strongly against a man or woman of the cloth advising their congregation how to vote and taking strong opinions on political matters. I don't think the church belongs in that arena. His opinion that Obama is from Satan and Trump is from God is dangerous at best. I was a bit radical when I was a teenager. Of course I've calmed down now. HAAAAHAHAHA!!!! |
By michaelcahill
By michaelcahill
| Author Notes |
Sorry about the quality of this. A jam really. Just a crude record of how it goes more or less. :)) |
By michaelcahill
| Author Notes |
Sorry about the quality. A quick throw it on tape type thing. LOL |
By michaelcahill
| Author Notes |
Yeah, noisy and old ... just like me. LOL
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By michaelcahill
| Author Notes |
These old songs are recorded on cassette tapes and I have no other way of saving them. LOL So, sorry about the quality etc. This is actually one track of a four-track recording ... oh well. My stab at an N Sync type song. I swear I'm a rock n roll boy though you wouldn't know it from any of these. :)) |
By michaelcahill
Warning: The author has noted that this contains the highest level of violence.
| Author Notes |
Another crude, noisy, one take wonder. Warnings for language and violence just in case. LOL I just need to store this somewhere. :)) |
By michaelcahill
| Author Notes |
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By michaelcahill
Warning: The author has noted that this contains the highest level of sexual content.
| Author Notes |
One track from a four track recording. LOL Oh well.... |
By michaelcahill
| Author Notes |
This is mostly made up on the spot. I had this music I was playing around with and a theme in mind and just kind of jammed with it. The idea is, I can't really find a way to SAY it, so I'm trying to find a way to PLAY it. That's why it's kind of long and unpolished. I never got to finish it and record it properly, like everything else. LOL |
By michaelcahill
| Author Notes |
Never got around to deciding if this was going to be a love song or a song about growing up and feeling we wasted our time protesting etc. since it didn't seem to make a difference. Anyway, this is what happens to be recorded. :)) |
By michaelcahill
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By michaelcahill
soldiers in a row
marching like they know
arms are out of thunder
legs are blown asunder
going home
from gettysberg to kosovo
it's the trojans and the nazis
fighting for what they know to be true
and they know it for you
a christian and a jew
a muslim and a hindu
a pile of dead superiority
they were compelled by god
to prove the truth of their faith
in a human way
it's the human way
in a dimly lit bar
the bullets flying far
and the cannons roar
a kamikaze drinks his namesake
and from out of the fog
he sees a ship
and dives ever down into his next drink
his next drink
soldiers in a row
marching like they know
taking the pieces that are left
and some that they found
going home
| Author Notes |
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By michaelcahill
Warning: The author has noted that this contains the highest level of violence.
I take a razor blade and bring on red
I search for meaning in what you said
you know ya kiss me baby
like you kiss your mother
and I was hoping that
you'd want me like your brother
and now you talk about our mutual castration
I got this razor blade to start my menstruation
to please you, I do
to tease you, I do
bleed freely like a woman
but, sadly, not as smooth
my wounds are jagged and course
but at least they're self inflicted
to please you, I do
to tease you, I do
to seize you, I do
appease you, I do
bleed freely like a woman
but sadly not as smooth
to seize you
to tease you
to please you
I do.
| Author Notes |
Just a quick "get it on tape" thing, poor quality etc.
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By michaelcahill
How can I sing it?
How do I show you how I feel?
Can I shoot it from the end of my fingertips
into your soul?
Oh, how I need to
hold you
and feel you.
But, I love you
sounds too damn familiar.
Will you see beyond
the words I speak,
my melody
impossible to sing?
And how do I break through the walls
I built myself?
I wish for a moment,
you could see inside,
beyond my smile,
behind my eyes,
where I hide trembling.
How can I sing it?
When my voice is so small.
My words are so ordinary,
how will you hear what I really feel?
I wish I could admit,
how I need you to hold me, like a baby
and protect me from the world.
Once in awhile I do.
Once in awhile
I do.
| Author Notes |
From long, long ago. Decades. I would hate to say how many! But, I can still hit the notes. Soooooo, you want to hear me sing it, eh Barb. LOL Be careful what you wish for..... |
By michaelcahill
INTRO
Shiverin' to the bone
VERSE
Smoke before fire, smoke before fire
that's what they tell me, anyway
I'm spontaneous combustion
waiting for the signal to explode
Smoke before fire, smoke before fire
waiting for ignition
in a smoldering sleep
SPOKEN
It's after sundown
and the creatures are stirring
and they are pale
and you can see it
and they are frail
and you can feel it
and you are pure heat
or you wouldn't be here
wheezing in the dark
VERSE
smoke before fire
that's what they tell me anyway
well, touch me then
I want to burn
fire before smoke, fire before smoke
BRIDGE
smoke fills the air
but it hangs there nonetheless
trapped by geometric frost drawings
sure, the matchheads hot
to the fingertips
but a volcano's lips
you can't keep that eruption down
fire needs the ignition
of a fire starter
but the tundra never seems
to be a cozy home
when you're shiverin' to the bone
VERSE
I'm waiting
just in case a campfire
slips over the horizon
but I know deep down
that a campfire won't do
not with the memory
of a forest fire haunting me
I need the advice
of an arsonist
when I'm shiverin' to the bone
shiverin' to the bone
VAMP OUT and FADE
I don't require
I don't inquire
when I'm shiverin' to the bone
Fire before smoke
it's my own private joke
smoke before fire
smoke before fire
to the bone, to the bone
to the bone
| Author Notes |
Yep ... these fit the music. LOL!
This is strictly a jam off the top of my head, so be kind. :)) |
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