FIDDLING WITH FREUD...

I altered it just now, hope I didn't 'offend' anyone with what I previously posted. This would be what the song would look like, from now on (I swear that I won't swear :D)

fiddling with Freud...

Hey there…

Hello…?

Are you looking for me…?

well, are you looking for me

Mr. Freud?

guess you are (pretty sure!)

well, yes you are! (wow, do I lure!)

Like the fact that I am

getting you annoyed…!

Are we staring at the sea,

just peeking from the brink…?

abandoning all attempts

‘cause our boat is gonna sink…?!

Hmm well, sit and think;

when you’re but a knock away,

it’s not wise,

to let go of the vice

calling it a day… (Is it? :P)

Oh, I see you walking,

I see you walking up to me

right now,

listen folks, for this is how

I did what I deployed;

how I ended up, (rappappap-pappap!)

fiddling with Freud…

Boogie woogie,

boogie woogie woogie,

do you think that

you can think as I think?

(Can you read my mind…?)

Boogie woogie,

boogie woogie woogie,

do you think that

you’re one around the kink?

(one of the third kind!)

well, are you man, old man?

have you got something like a plan?!

Ooh, I see you strutting,

I see you strutting up to me

right now;

well listen folks, for this is how,

this is how I toyed;

and this is how I ended up,

(rappappap-pappap!)

fiddling with Freud…!

You know, (I’ve got proof to show!)

that I fixed you, Mister Freud!

ROCK'N'ROLL BLUES...!

Yet again, a song, could be an Original Soundtrack from LEAVING MESOPOTAMIA :D (Imagine its music to be as thrilling as the words are, then I guess you'd be in for a ride!)

ROCK'N'ROLL BLUES...

‘I started as a scream;

crashing on a stage

that was already set,

rushed beyond a rage

by the British quartet,

made to sound surreal

than what I seem, to be;

thanks to you, my magic mahogany!

Now, I’m just another drop

out of the brimming sea,

I see my future as nothing

but a flickering fantasy,

I don’t know if I’d last a day;

I don’t know how long I’ve got

before ‘they’ make me fade away…’

With ‘all that jazz’ going

flooding the country,

and a contradiction of soul;

crap in form of club,

and a hip-hop hubbub,

heavy metal, heisting in a ‘hole’

without a goal: well

if you’d like to choose,

I’m ready, to give you some heady

Rock’n’Roll Blues…

‘I know you’re working to overthrow

who said that’s gonna make me die?!

there’s high and there’s low,

(it’s not an ‘even flow’)

I’d get back, sans a want to pacify

I’ve always got my ‘folk’; (Whoops!)

wind up and vie,

while they get on a high

without an overdose of coke…’

Isn’t this the stroke, of a master?

Isn’t it making your heartbeat faster…?

What with ‘all that jazz’

up to flooding the country,

tedious techno, taking its toll;

pop prudent to halt,

amidst alternative assault,

and the rappers’ rigmarole;

trust me you’re not a lone recluse,

if you choose, the Rock’n’Roll Blues…

go ahead and pick, (I still stick)

to my Rock‘n’Roll Blues…

ROCK‘N’ROLL BLUES…!

LADYBIRD...

My first song with a feminist point of view, for my short story of the same name (That's halfway through now). I'm happy about this one, as ever...

LADYBIRD...

‘Oh Junebug…!

you liven up a mild mildew,

eating on the lush-green tree, in me,

ever since I’d been bitten by you…

Just wait…

you’d eventually make it through;

‘cause no constraint is this cocoon,

and it’s just a matter of time,

before you bid it adieu…’

‘Well, I’m glad that you’ve still got fire,

but I feel bad that it

doesn’t work as you desire;

it’s not gonna help if you stay inside, curled;

bold or with a reconnaissant reek,

along comes the world…’

‘I just wish you’d live like a bird, my lady,

I hope to sneak a chance from the sly;

Together, we’d make a sun

to scorch the shady,

Come Ladybird, we’d try the sky…’

‘Countless prose, poetically written,

adjectives in one too many a word;

an equal amount of romanticists smitten,

by the load of greatness encountered;

it’s not just that you are hot (it’s not!),

but there’s a vital need to substantiate,

to make a legend out of the long shot…’

‘I want you to live like a bird, my lady,

not satisfied to be a substandard ally;

you yourself can make a sun

to scorch the shady,

so Ladybird, go and try the sky…’

‘now the time is yours, this year of A.D.,

now, Ladybird is the time to fly…’

‘Oh Ladybird: don’t live just a Ladybird life…’