One bird was singing full mouthed on branch
And it's maxim made all humans dance
Thus days go on, but suddenly came storm
And the branch fell, the maxim had no norm
That she only shout'd, now hasn't chance.
For years I was an aspiring singer, performing in trendy nightspots,
And I sang my heart out each evening, in all of the local hotspots.
Among the enthusiastic locals, at long last I'd made myself a name,
As we remember a rich golden sun, for the colors of his dying flame!
Despite this major accomplishment, I yet found myself dissatisfied,
As the sun grew dissatisfied, when full moon would not be his bride.
Being ambitious I craved the big time, with all of its fine rewards,
......
Tommy Tucker was a youth of slight build, seeming younger than twenty,
Which was Tommy's true age; like a lone, silver star, apart from the plenty.
Tommy was well known for his great singing voice, so silky and stunning,
That people paid to hear him croon; like honey throated bees, humming.
But, as it wasn't enough to pay his bills, Tommy retained his daytime job;
As lilies hold their place in lemony sun, in fields where beauty is mobbed.
Fortuitous fate frequently fetched friends, some blooming, fuchsia Fridays;
......
Young, little hours of dawn
rolled on groggily, webbed
by footages of last night’s
weak dreams.
Confrontations came at waking
time when frowzy linens
exposed the titubations of
tired sleepers among boys.
Hymns opened to the weary
pages of the eyes, frazzled
......
Back then she was singing the blues,
In a smaller club where the sunset-
Splashed the walls in various hues,
On a plummy street called Somerset.
I was introduced to her backstage,
In that far away, long ago place,
Before she had become all the rage,
With her jet-setter's renowned face.
......
Tommy Tucker was a youth of slight build, seeming younger than twenty,
Which was Tommy's true age; like a lone, silver star, apart from the plenty.
Tommy was well known for his great singing voice, so silky and stunning,
That people paid to hear him croon; like honey throated bees, humming.
But, as it wasn't enough to pay his bills, Tommy retained his daytime job;
As lilies hold their place in lemony sun, in fields where beauty is mobbed.
Fortuitous fate frequently fetched friends, some blooming, fuchsia Fridays;
......
Young, little hours of dawn
rolled on groggily, webbed
by footages of last night’s
weak dreams.
Confrontations came at waking
time when frowzy linens
exposed the titubations of
tired sleepers among boys.
Hymns opened to the weary
pages of the eyes, frazzled
......
One bird was singing full mouthed on branch
And it's maxim made all humans dance
Thus days go on, but suddenly came storm
And the branch fell, the maxim had no norm
That she only shout'd, now hasn't chance.
Você pode inequivocamente multitarefa
O mundo não vai necessariamente perguntar
Para mais. Você é um multitalentada
Música. Você canta, dança, escreve
E compor músicas de sucesso.Eu estou certo
Você é incrível. Estou encantado
E hipnotizado por dizer como é
E o que meu coração sente com facilidade.
Poucas mulheres têm tudo a ver
......
I am singing
in the fan...
Just singing
in the fan...
When life seemed so easy...
With my small attention span...
An easy way
to entertain...
Not much pressure
......