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Apology Song and Lyrics by David Michael Jackson

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    Johnny Minstrel

    Love your voice man and you do the sad song so right. Like that accompanying acoustic fill ins…adds a nice touch to an already good song!

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    Gleb Laurel

    Nice and truthful ! A genuine piece of soulful folk music, with pretty lines of acoustic guitar and a most touching plainness. ***

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    Here’s another sad song
    that’s all I have
    I’m just getting along
    doing the best that I can

    All I know is
    wishing you were here
    And all there is
    Is sitting here alone

    I was wrong
    and now I pay the price
    of lonely days
    and sleepless nights
    I was wrong
    and I’ve acted quite the fool
    It’s like I set out all along
    to just be mean to you

    They judge me so hard
    They say that I’m no good
    And I’m sorry doesn’t have
    the ring that it should
    and missing you
    is the price that I have to pay
    I’m so sad that it turned out this way.

    So here’s another sad song
    It’s the best I can do
    and I’m just getting along
    missing you

    Viva (Alive) Song and Poem by Manuel Bustos

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    Viva by Manuel Bustos

    Viva
    Un día después
    de el beso final,
    que puedo decirte nena,
    nada esta muy claro.
    Un día después
    la lluvia pasó,
    tenemos un día de sol,
    hay revolución dentro mío.
    y ha de ser refugio para mi,
    tu risa y el olor de tu piel desnuda.
    Puedo ver tus ojos desde aquí,
    desde esta posición puedo verte viva,
    viva.
    Un día después
    el peligro pasó,
    pero no mi deseo nena,
    voy como un león enjaulado.

    Un día de sol,
    maldito día de sol,
    no quiero saber
    si el mundo estalla en mil pedazos.
    Y ha de ser…

    Viva(Alive)
    An after day
    of the final kiss
    what can I tell you,girl,
    nothing is clear pretty much.
    An after day
    rain passed away
    we have a sunny day
    inside of me there´s a revolution.
    And it will be
    a shelter for me
    your laugh and scent of your naked skin.
    From here I can see your eyes,
    from this place(body with body)
    I can see you alive…alive.
    An after day
    danger is gone
    but not my desire
    I feel like a lion in a cage.

    It´s a sunny day
    it´s a damn sunny day
    I don´t wanna know
    if world blows out in thousand pieces.
    And it will be
    a shelter for me…

    Manuel Bustos is an artist, poet and songwriter from Benito Juárez, Buenos Aires, Argentina. He’s also into radio and candle making.
    Manuel says:
    I wrote that song in 2008 then I went to a friend´s house…showed him and few hours after we recorded it…I´d played everything on that song…with a old guitar that i used to play when I was living in Buenos Aires city…I used to play in the subway everyday…

    Art by Manuel Bustos. Songs and lyrics copyright Manuel Bustos. All rights reserved.

    Last Dance Poem by Dandelion De La Rue

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    Quetzalcoat

    Hope and Illusion, Last Dance

    The ghost of
    my old lover
    hummed a song to me today
    at sunrise
    memories of Hendrix;
    we thought we were
    experienced
    dancing in the cold cold
    streets of Boston
    watching the dawn
    two sprites dancing
    at the bottom of the sea.

    I watched the sunrise
    alone
    and thought of him.
    We danced
    because we thought
    the worst was over
    Aquarias was dawning
    leaving money-hugging
    power love
    far away and
    long ago
    in the time before
    in an unmourned past
    .

    We thought we saw
    Quetzalcoatl
    flying in from
    Eastern skys
    bringing peace
    and art and flowers
    bringing love.

    Hope and Illusion
    dancing together
    watching sunrises

    First Published at Motherbird.com

    Hope and Illusion, Last Dance Poem by Dandelion De La Rue.

    The Good Old Days Poem by Joan Pond

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    The Good Old Days Expired
    by Joan Pond

    The good old days expired
    when I sat on the bed
    and he said he didn”t love me
    as much as I loved him.
    Irrecoverable
    obsolete,
    I was past perfect;
    incomplete without him
    Once upon a time
    I”d found my prince
    but he turned me into something
    less.
    Weighed
    and found wanting
    I packed beggardly boxes
    and left,
    not wanting to lose more
    than I could
    afford.

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    shallow_thoughts
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