this sun will die before too long (shitty vocal)

Post by **bennie2** » January 14th, 2009, 7:29 pm

this sun will die before too long... this heart will break and fall
her smile led me down a long, narrow, avenue... I followed her like a wolf in a world of no tongues. Her dreams sold ribbons to the sky and I, funeral entwined and desperate, made for her lungs. I made for her lungs like a fiend, a fucking fiend filled with desire, filled with want, filled with lust, filled with bravado... her lungs.
somewhere a truck screeches. I laugh. Her legs are crossing the road. her stiletto legs.
her fish.
net.
tights.
I clamber like a boy on rocks at the beach.
stupid talk.
so this. so that. and then. and anyway.
but her eyes are beacons and the depths of her soul? the home she calls me to. if only those rocks I could climb.
she has these limbs. these limbs.
these limbs. she's a willow tree. such a willow tree. so elegant in sadness, so refined in quietness, so graceful in the way she steps upon this floor. this elegant tree. this tree that moves the breeze.
a queen amongst the detritus offering pennies and best wishes with full heart
i saw her blush once and it made me smile. I saw her blush and wanted to hide her from all embarrassment. hide her in poet's arms and make her see her true elegance.
before too long, it's true, i started to dream of her. I saw her in my living room reading notes I'd left lying around. poetry notes filled with journalistic insight. filled with Thelonious thoughts... filled with all of me. her dripping smile. And oh how I want to smell her neck.
Her. Slow. step. her. slow. eyes. Her passion leaps from those. slow. eyes. and hair that ties me in knots.
sometimes her hello is all I need in my day.

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Post by **Lightning Rod** » January 14th, 2009, 8:16 pm

this is a delight bennie
(of course I love Blue Monk)
but your brogue is an equal delight

don't hide it, I don't hide my texian drawl

here is another monk tune to use as a backtrack
my friend just sent it to me this morning

http://www.barrygremillion.com/musicclips/midnight.mp3

Post by **Doreen Peri** » January 14th, 2009, 8:29 pm

This is great, Bennie! Bravo!

Excellent piece... the recitation is wonderful... love the music, too!

Post more of these! i just loved it.

You've got a great reading voice and your inflections and emotion are perfectly expressed.

Post by **bennie2** » January 15th, 2009, 5:43 pm

thanks for reading/listening, you two.

yes, 'round midnight is on the CD I have (Live at the It Club). I love the track.

he isn't as elegant to watch as one might expect from his playing:
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he looks like he's beating that thing up!

Post by **mtmynd** » January 15th, 2009, 8:24 pm

it's difficult to imagine an entire country speaking
as you do having such a rich history of literature.

your video was as unique as your voice, bennie,
and that is definitely meant as a compliment.

enjoyed!

Post by **SmileGRL** » January 27th, 2009, 3:20 pm

hey ben. sadly, i missed your video. but i loved the piece you wrote here. it spoke to me. so here...

*
the sun. & the boy climbing her limbs. & even just wanting to hide her in poet's arms...what if she wanted him to take her lungs? even if it meant offering her heart too. three organs for the price of one girl. with slow eyes. & dripping lips. and oh, how she wanted him to smell her neck. his voice...his voice in her heart. sold this & that & anyway to her smiling i. & she, wolf inclined and hungry, took his eyes & sucked them dry. no tears. no please mister. no! it wasn't elegant at all. shh...oh love, do willow trees & boys climbing rocks ever find the sun before it dies? maybe we make it disappear by staring at it too hard. she read all of his living room notes. breathed them deep into her soul. took imaginary photographs of him pencil in hand, guitar in hands, her. in. his. hands. slow. & she laughed before he closed the drapes. & once again she found herself outside, ribbons flying in the sky. home? home is in her head, she said. & you are always welcome. even if she doesn't say hello...
*

..."he writes like a seraph on cocaine"...remember i said that about you once? you write so beautifully sometimes, you make my eyes tear up, bennie.

Post by **Lightning Rod** » January 27th, 2009, 3:33 pm

takes one to know one SG

what a thrilling rhythmic ride your response was

now I want to hear you read it

Post by **SmileGRL** » January 27th, 2009, 4:16 pm

haha. thanks LR.

i will see about the reading thing...maybe tomorrow...no promises though.

ps..."rhythmic ride?"...hmmm

Post by **mindbum** » January 30th, 2009, 10:49 pm

too bad the vid's gone. enjoyed it last week. did monk's people get after ye?

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this sun will die before too long (shitty vocal)

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