Day: August 15, 2021

Paint It Black by The Rolling Stones

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The Rolling Stones

Formed in 1962, the Rolling Stones are a rock band from London. Countering the pop rock of the early sixties they pioneered the gritty and heaver-driven sound that came to define hard rock. The first line-up consisted of Mick Jagger (vocals0, Brian Jones (multi-instrumentalist, Keith Richards (guitar), Charlie Watts (drummer) and Bill Wyman (bass). Brian Jones led the band, putting it together, naming it and diving the sound and look of the band. In 1963 Andrew Oldman became their manager and encouraged them to write their own songs. Jagger and Richards the primary creative force behind the Rolling Stones. Alienated Jones developed a drug addiction and left the band in 1969 shortly before his death. He was replaced by Mick Taylor who left in 1974 and Ronnie Wood joined the band. Following the departure of Bill Wyman in 1993 the band has continued with a four-piece core with Daryll Jones playing bass on tours and on most studio recordings.

Paint It Black
Album: Aftermath
Date: 1966
Genre: Rock

Lyrics by Mick Jagger and Keith Richards

I see a red door
And I want it painted black
No colours anymore
I want them to turn black

I see the girls walk by
Dressed in their summer clothes
I have to turn my head
Until my darkness goes

I see a line of cars
And they’re all painted black
With flowers and my love
Both never to come back

I’ve seen people turn their heads
And quickly look away
Like a new-born baby
It just happens everyday

I look inside myself
And see my heart is black
I see my red door
I must have it painted black

Maybe then, I’ll fade away
And not have to face the facts
It’s not easy facing up
When your whole world is black

No more will my green sea
Go turn a deeper blue
I could not foresee this thing
Happening to you

If I look hard enough
Into the setting sun
My love will laugh with me
Before the morning comes

I see a red door
And I want it painted black
No colours anymore
I want them to turn black

I see the girls walk by
Dressed in their summer clothes
I have to turn my head
Until my darkness goes

I wanna see it painted
Painted black
Black as night
Black as coal
I wanna see the sun
Blotted out from the sky
I wanna see it painted, painted, painted
Painted black, yeah

Poet Lost in Daydreams

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Poet Lost in Daydreams
Form: Epistle

Hello darling,

Another week
another epistolary
sharing words of love
and intimate imaginings
maybe that should be or
as intimacy and love are different
different but connected
the fuel of desire being love
and the fuel of passion being desire
hmmm maybe it is and
so looking out the window at the rain
it’s raining again
but rainy days are for losing
in thought and imaginings
of daydreaming the moments
of desire
of secrets hidden beneath fabric
revealed in nights heavy and sanguine
with lust
and the romance of seduction
sweetened by wine
and intense dangerous kisses
naked in their intent
as they subtract the night from the day
and the day lies scattered
discarded and crumpled on the floor
as the passion of night
comes alive on our bed

All ways, always
Your Crazy-assed Poet xxx

©JGFarmer2021

A Boy Like That by Leonard Bernstein

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A Boy Like That
1957
Musicals

Leonard Bernstein

Leonard Bernstein
Musicals
Born: 25 August 1918, Massachusetts, USA
Nationality: American
Died: 4 October 1990, New York, USA

Bernstein was a composer, conductor, pianist, educator, author, and humanitarian. Consider among the most important conductors of his time Bernstein was the first American conductor to receive international acclaim. Best known for the musical West Side Story, as a composer he wrote in various styles including orchestral music and symphonies, ballets, film and theatre music, opera, and piano works

Sonnetina Due Notes

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The Sonnetina Due is a ten-line stanza poem consisting of five couplets and usually written in iambic tetrameter (eight-syllable) or pentameter (ten-syllable) lines.

The rhyme scheme is:

aabbccddee

Example

The Mystery by Jez Farmer

I look in her eyes and feel the fires burn
Such passion is not a fleeting sojourn
I feel her heart beat tugging upon mine
As in her kiss I taste the sweetest wine
My tongue longs to linger upon her lip
While gently teasing as her senses slip
Before the lingual dance in rhythmic need
Unspoken words and our desire is freed
Just feelings speak in enigma’s abyss
Then shared in the mystery of a kiss

The Moon again

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Rantings Of A Third Kind

“La Luna, The Moon, La Lune, Kuu, the sacred child has many names, and who can blame, it’s picture perfect the way she hangs out there in the night sky” Gun Roswell

The Moon again

She hangs there again, with her many friends. The stars. They are like some sort of a celestial gang. A tough one at that. But they only come out at night. Well, mostly. As I have seen them sometimes too, when there is light. But mostly, she and her posse seem to be nocturnal. And why do I know this? Well, you see, I keep a journal. Not that I’m a stalker, no far from it. I just like the shape of her, the craters, the dust, the overall sensation of mystery. After all, there is only so much you can see, while peeping through a telescope. But the best of it, is what is…

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