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A Loving Dream is central to my Torch Song album. This is a true Helen Morgan, Edith Piaf chanteuse kind of song. A down and outer in love... with hope. I tried to craft it in a George and Ira Gershwin type of Tin Pan Alley genre kind of song. This goes back to the 1920's and 1930's. Gritty, but with heart. Also, I tried to craft the introduction into the way that the Gershwin's worked the intro of Someone to Watch Over Me. I hope to have a demo of this soon. We'll see. A Loving Dream Long were we enthralled More than most we've known So content with all Such a happy home When did we start To grow apart, dear When did your heart roam Life has changed The world's seeped through the seams With its mundane everyday hue Can't resolve, how our once so loving dream Grew still, and shrill, and lost you Care and pain Burrowed deep in new schemes As I aim for someone who's true Yet, recall, our once so loving dream Loves thrills, and chills, now turned blue Shunned kisses didn't shake my trust Small wonder that I'm again fooled Bright as hope clings to stardust I will see my way past this, too Can't explain Sorrows steeped in moonbeams Who will claim this slightly used jewell? Then to fall, for an, oh so loving dream When I'll feel like a loving dream come true Jack T. Leyton 2005 In my writings I've always tried to find the basic core feelings and emotions that people deal with in their lives. Even in their dreams. I don't know if I've found it here, but I think it's close. There's more to come. Stay tuned. Stay Safe and Well. Jack T. Leyton 🖖✌️
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The first thing I wrote that I held onto for posterity was in 1967, the summer I graduated from high school. It is in one sentence of only seven small lines, 22 words. But it carried meaning for me for the rest of my life. To Wander: Is a state in which time and space are in equally limitless distances from the destination of one's own dreams. I guess one could get whatever meaning one wants from that. And maybe that's the point. And maybe it's all a question of goal setting. To stay on a particular course til completed. Or a question of deep uncertainty and confusion. The question of having further questions. A basic soul searching for one's true goals in life. That are always pushed beyond one's reach. As Rod Serling would say, "There is the signpost up ahead...." You know the rest. Or having the poet's gift. The destination of having no destination. A lifetime of searching. Always looking for something on the outside, when the true destination is on the inside. And the signpost is actually... always, at the very end. Stay Well, Be Safe Jack T. Leyton 🖖✌️ Hello Folks
This is about the whole idea of being retired. I wrote it back in 2006. I didn't retire until the end of 2015. So after I wrote this, I had a lot of time to consider the prospect. As it is now well into 2021 in the age of Covid-19, It's not exactly working out the way I'd hoped. But, then, we're all in that boat. Retire, Retired, Retiring It has such a lovely ring Oh, what a marvelous thing To live solely at one's ease A quiet veranda built to please To sip a julep, or, some icy freeze Watching birds wing through the trees Feeling just the hint of a breeze The mere slight rustle of the leaves And not to work on one's knees Feel the world's fast pace cease Breathing soft as dreams release A new life composed of these Retire, Retired, Retiring A lovely lady or two, how swell A luncheon butler ringing his bell To have any choice, like a magic spell All for me.... no bloody hell! Jack T. Leyton 2006 Oh well, I'm still looking for that butler with the bell. As for the lady's.... Nothing's as it's dreamed even without the age of Covid. But I still do have a few very good friends that I'm most thankful for. Till next time. Jack, out. ✌️🙂🖖 Hello Folks,
The lyric I'm putting out today is called How Can You Do What You Do. I got the idea from a couple of fun Johnny Mercer songs. One was called Strip Polka. It's just a case of playing with melody and with the rhymes and progressions. The demo of this isn't up yet but I hope to have a few up before summer. It's just the usual "How can you do that to me!" kind of thing. I tend to just get wrapped up into the poetry of it. I hope you enjoy it. How Can You Do What You Do How can you do what you do to me, truly? How can you do what you do? How can you do what you do, and stay true to me? How can you say that you're true? When love we'd choose Seemed no way to lose Yet, you choose you would use and confuse I get the news there's another you choose Comes on cue, while I haven't a clue How can you do what you do to me, truly? How can you do what you do? I've been a fool What a tool of me, you've made I see it's true, and we're through Better this fool's without you Jack T. Leyton 2005 I had fun playing with the back and forth of the word rhymes. It all just seemed to fall together, so I ran with it. I have a couple more like this that are similar but I think I'll space them out for later on. Thanks for dropping by. Jack Hello Folks,
As my blog is principally about my poetry and lyrics, here is a poem I hope one day to turn into a song. All Heaven Allows is meant to go into my TORCH SONG album/folder. Initially written from a male point of view, I found it has more standing from the point of view of a gal carrying a torch. I find it lyrical in a general sense and rather openly personal in the particular view of the speaker or singer. I have a tune for it, but that will have to wait for better funding. So here it is. All Heaven Allows He'd miss me. he'd kiss me Up in his arms, he'd twist me And sit me down in a cloud He'd nudge me, he'd hug me I'm thanking God above me Love him with all Heaven allows Believes me, completely Sees me as more than I am I try to be what he sees I couldn't a lie be He wouldn't understand Sadly, our fondest dreams would cease The past is never quite over Stray shadows haunting my mind Sudden bad dreams that wake me as I scream Fearing that this tender love won't survive He'd hold me, he'd know me Like no one else he'd show me What precious love's all about None other, discovered Just him, my guy, my lover Lovin' him forever, and now Love him with all Heaven allows Jack T. Leyton 2007 This is a Torch Song I view as an old Helen Morgan '30's Depression era type song where the gal is sitting on the piano with a drink in one hand and a cigarette in the other, praying she doesn't screw up something she wants very much. In the bridge of the poem is a section based on her forebodings of the past. The singer is "all in" emotionally with her lover and is fearful that illumination of her past could end what seems to be a perfect relationship. This lyric was initially meant to fill a broader story line, but as a set piece I wanted to keep the foreboding bridge as listener relatable, since there's none of us that doesn't have some past episodes that we'd rather not bring up. Yet honesty is the best policy and she speaks of that in the fourth stanza, hoping for understanding and maybe forgiveness. I'd like to lay out more of my Torch Song selections in following blog posts. Most have tunes to go with them, but some don't. As with most of you, I'm waiting for my Lotto number to come in, to finish it all up. For me Torch Song lyrics were a natural evolution from a loner adolescence to adulthood. If I was happy about an event or relationship, I didn't have time to sit and write it down. It's so much easier to write when one is depressed or from a loss. Luckily, this didn't affect my health. I've been too cheap for the usual addictions, so there's not much gritty if any sensationalism there. I figure pasta and sweets are my biggest enemies. And I've been standing way back in that line. In order to not get too far ahead of myself with my product, I've decided to only blog on Tuesdays and Thursdays. That may prove to be excessive. I hope to use one of those days for new poetry, but right now that's not a given. I'm still going over what I have. Most of my past poetry is in a book of about 140 pages, so I'll be having to shore up the blog with more current creations. As is usual with new projects, I'm flying by the seat of my pants. So there will be hiccups now and again. I hope you can bare with me in those instances as I will try to explain things as I go. So that's it for now. As we still in Pandemicville, Be Well and Stay Safe. Hello, this is Jack T. Leyton with my first official blog post. Thanks for tuning in. After racking my head about all the contrivances of how to shape and fill the page, I've decided to just write about myself and the poetry I've accumulated over the years.
Since we have now just begun the second year of our Covid-19 Pandemic, I thought I would reflect on a poem that I wrote in April of 2020 when the fear was just starting to roll. Nobody knew anything, and the bodies were being stacked up all over the world. It was a scary time and I'm so glad that you are able to be here to read this now. And so, here it is. "Hear the voices in the shadows" For weeks and months we hear it's coming Word spreads like the dreaded thing we fear Where to hide, no place safe for running Now the hidden silent ghost is here Word says it's just like all the others Yet, so many fall, like nothing has before All alone, can we trust one another? Fear is already at the door Hear the voices in the shadows In our dreams of those we love Seeking strength through all our sorrows With just the will to carry on We're all separate in isolation Watch true heroes on the screen Overwhelmed, our hearts and nation Must find strength where it's never been The world's now so very different From all that we've ever known We must build on what we were sent And make it every bit our own Hear the voices in the shadows In our dreams of those we love Seeking strength through all our sorrows With just the will to carry on. Jack T. Leyton 2020.04.29/17:00 Though this was originally written a year ago, even with the new vaccines out, to me it feels just as dangerous. Being a retiree with medical issues, I'm always feeling like the grim reaper is standing right behind me looking over my shoulder. Even now that I have gotten my two Pfizer shots I still feel the same. As for the poem, it's very hard for me to look forward from lockdown. I feel that with the new variants roaming around we may still all be on borrowed time. In the writing of this poem/lyric, what impressed me most was the fact of the unseen danger, and how to project it. That, and the prospect that we could acquire the virus from anyone and anywhere, with no one could really protect us except ourselves. It's a bit of a downer, but it reflects the 2020 mood of most of the world. We all have our tricks to stay safe. I hope we can all stay safe. Jack out. 🖖😊✌ |
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