Monday 31 December 2007

Dude!


My last poem of the year. The song version is called 'Swig of Lisky', swig-a slang term for a person or friend.
DBT chick ready. Sorry M, it had to be.



It had been told the boy was old and wise before his time
his locks they say were peppered gray though he was only nine
he grew to be a prodigy, read every book he could
but played as hard out in the yard this was his childhood.

he made the grade without the aid of study hall Morrone
Lo and behold God broke the mold, he had a funny bone
but rarely let it out, his quiet kind of fun
his friends will vouch he loves the couch, it's where his nappin's done.

CHORUS:
well it's my first cold of the season
and my last poem of the year
and though I sit here sneezin'
there's nothing we should fear
and I know that he will love this
and he may just shed a tear,
so i'll toast, a swig of Lisky
he's a barrelful of cheer!

his skin is fair and freckled, with eyes of grayish green
sometimes they are bespeckled but the clearest ones i've seen
he stared me down the sidewalk and I thought that I would melt
and never told him anything about the thing I felt

i met him then at seventeen h'was just a budding rose
and less the height and weight he is but that's just how it goes
got to know this gentle dude who goes without a sock
the king of conversation he's the baddest on the block

CHORUS:
it's my first cold of the season
and my last poem of the year
and though I sit here sneezin'
there's nothing we should fear
and I know that he will love this
and he may just shed a tear,
so i'll toast, a swig of Lisky
ee's a barrelful of cheer!

Well he's somewhat into music, saw the movie, read the book
periodicals take floorspace while his CDs line the nook,
Lisk ain't into artwork, window treatments, floors or walls,
it's Thanksgiving over Christmas, can't be bothered decking halls

the only one I've ever met who can make me laugh and cry
all in the same moment though I really can't say why
but when I was just seventeen and he turned the big "eight oh"
i wished that I could be around to watch that old man grow.

CHORUS:
it's my first cold of the season
and my last poem of the year
and though I sit here sneezin'
there's nothing we should fear
and I know that he will love this
and he may just shed a tear,
so i'll toast, a swig of Lisky
and God Bless the coming year!

2 comments:

Angelissima said...

You Give Me Something
(new sort-of song I just heard...YOU TUBE TIME!)

You only stay with me in the morning
You only hold me when I sleep
I was meant to tread the water
But now I've gotten in too deep

For every piece of me that wants you
Another piece backs away

You give me something
That makes me scared alright
This could be nothing
But I'm willing to give it a try
Please give me something
Because someday I might know my heart

You only waited up for hours
Just to spend a little time alone with me
And I can say I've never bought you flowers
I can't work out what they mean

I never thought that I'd love someone
That was someone else's dream

You give me something
That makes me scared alright
This could be nothing
But I'm willing to give it a try
Please give me something
Because someday I might call you from my heart

But it might be a second too late
And the words that I could never say
Are gonna come out anyway

You give me something
That makes me scared alright
This could be nothing
But I'm willing to give it a try
Please give me something

You give me something
That makes me scared alright
This could be nothing
But I'm willing to give it a try
Please give me something
Because someday I might know my heart

Know my heart, know my heart, know my heart

-James Morrison

Gina said...

yes, I have heard of this James Morrison. Sort of Dylanesque, with a bit of Stevie Wonder influence. I like him. Nice song. Sort of sad but sweet. Thanks, Ang.