Stories of a Lyric Lover

I confess Funky Folks it’s just there, inside of me and you, this parkland like space in the corner of my mind. A lot, for an eight cylinder imagination.

Conveniently a map at the at the lot’s entrance had a pointing arrow that said, “You are here” and the legend listed ; “music, poetry, quotes, drama, non-fiction, media and prose”. I was filling with excitement. Entrance was free so I could be here in perpetuity Funky Folks.

I was so excited my feet were hopping up and down, uncontrollably. The lady next to me stared at me with her big brown eyes and said, “Are you alright?” It was the accent. She’s…I gasped..the American Women.

Goodness me Funky Folks I was into Music in a jumping jack flash.. Before leaving the entrance in front of me on the wall was a picture of a dog with his ear listening to the sound of music or perhaps his masters voice coming through the gramophone speaker.

I had no idea Funky Folks that dogs were so clever ‘cause my little doggie in the window only wagged his waggly tail. Suddenly there were lyrics dancing, with notes in a funky playlist…

…I came upon a child of God who put a smile on his face. This he told me, “I’m going down to Yasgur’s farm, gonna join in a rock ‘n roll band, to set my soul free…you see. I joined him.

Ohh what a wonderful world this was with smiling faces, rainbows ‘n stuff. I found my soul didn’t mind the mud after the rain came down. I was on the road again and I could go my own way.

Before long I was on a dark desert highway. Up in the distance I saw a light and thought I heard people say, “Welcome to the Hotel California.” It was the sound of pinball machines and juke boxes that led me to the arcade to the right of reception where I met Lily the Pink with her medicinal compound, Lucy with diamonds and Speedball Tucker whose rig had a broomstick on the throttle. John Wayne was chasing Tucker but was in the wrong genre so he was being outlawed. OMG Funky Folks there stood a group of Bare Naked Ladies who had a million dollars and were buying monkeys, lamas and fur coats. They were chatting to Sargent Pepper’s Lonely Hearts Club band, something about Abbey Road. Go figure. On turning away I came face to face with the Piano Man. He sang us a memory. We put bread in his jar. I left but not before seeing Freddie haggling with Lily over compound.

Later, in the middle of the night I went walking in my sleep, down the river of dreams where the boys asked me if, “I believed in rock ‘n roll and could it save my moral soul”? Awe, I was takin’ it easy in a night so long sang a Haim trio, three Good Lovelies who couldn’t get up in the morning.

Room service knocked on my space. It was Mr. Bocelli and Sara, who led him in. They told me, “It is time to go. William awaits you in his Hamlet. There are many words worth exploring in his brave new world.”

It was a long road out of Eden I tell you, marching to the beats of Bolero’s drum . “I’ve had the time of my life here, so long farewell” Funky Folks. I will see you again”. Haim whistled, “Want you back”.

And while the Music played no more there was much left to explore; instrumental, concerts, classical, concertos, opera and more, all free in perpetuity.

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