Midtown
Help! I’m trapped midtown…
Years ago I could hear the screams from midtown
I think it’s the lies playing behind this melody.
This thinking melody is a myopic stain – lies come in denying truth…
Reality is an ever-tangling web of deceit.
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Our Gods
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Rusty Singing “Our Gods”
Our Gods
Written by: Chuck Brodsky
With all that is going on in the middle-east, this song resonates clearer for me each day! For what it is worth, Chuck Brodsky is Jewish… h-m-m-m…
Love is the only possession you take with you when you go, and it is the only thing you leave behind!
~Rusty~
Prince
Prince From Toad
My love has fastened solitude
By locks and cuffs and chains
Narcotic nectar lassitudes
Took leave of all the same
Sensitive to virtue
That heals the freedom rocks
Cornered by the curfew
Which lead me by my cock
Too enlightened for addiction
This slave of nicotine
Unbound by vast affliction
Enflamed like gasoline
This world without won’t tell me
So cold I can’t come in
And yet my heart would tell me
That obsession is my friend
Remorse I have the feeling
A pretty word for regret
Long hours on the ceiling
Hoping we just met
Assigned to mental boulders
That block me from my path
So clumsy when I hold her
In irony I laugh
With hammers, jacks and chisels
I try to clear my road
My sweat turns to a drizzle
As to prince I come from toad
Copyright 6-14-89 Rusty Cline
Someone Like You
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A tribute to a remarkable relationship… thank you Chari! 🙂 Someone Like You
Skitter Bug (what we used to call the bug that run on the top of the ponds, never getting wet.
Some times we can’t stay superficial no matter how hard we try!
Skitter Bug
Fresh Bathed and Oiled
Fresh Bathed and Oiled
The steamy water made a mist as?
it rose against the mirror.?
Soon I couldn’t see her eyes…?
but I knew they were there…?watching
–?they were always watching back then.
?Drops of sweat formed in my hair
?as I felt the warmth of her kindness?
envelope my senses.?The steamy hot bath closed in tight?
against my bright red skin.
Love was clean back then,?fresh bathed and oiled.?
Soft and supple like the petals of a rose?
that’s graciously surrendered its tenderness?
to the warm spring air?
knowing when it does it must?
start the drying
–?the dying
–?the knowing.
?The rose was gracious back then.
She used to look at my toes
–?she did that when she was sexy…?
me, I looked at the woman
–?the woman made me sexy.?
I am still sexy for the woman…?
She looked at my toes back then
–?she hasn’t been sexy for years
–?perhaps my toes know why.?I do not.
But maybe I knew back then.
Her eyes appeared?over the rim of my spectacles,?
just to tell me it was over.
?Over while I still lived in the haunted house
where two strangers?
shared torn sheets draped?
over a withered love?
that was parched from the drought.
Ah, but once it rained,?
it rained in torrents
–?it rained in floods
–?it even bloomed back then.
?Once there was a love so vivid and gay?
that neighbors would complain;?
too noisy for them they said,
?but now even the neighbors know?
the love is dead.
We danced
–?I know we danced because?
there is still a rhythm in my head
–?it goes like this:
kick-a-do?
kick-a-boom?
kick-a-bang-bang-boom?
it goes on forever
?so I know we danced…?
but that was back then?
when she looked at my toes
Back then
When we were sexy
Fresh bathed and oiled
Copyright 1/4/02 Rusty Cline
Copyright 1/4/02 Rusty Cline
I Want You
Rain makes the flowers grow… let’s stand in the rain!
I love you Joanne!! I want you!
Love
When I wrote this I stumbled onto the line: “Love, it’s a great point of view!.” I knew I would love this song! This is one of my favorites.
Love & Light,
Rusty
“Love: By all means, it’s the means to all ends!” ~”It’s Love” by Rusty Cline~
Life Wind and Soul
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This song was inspired by really good friends of mine that live in San Diego, the Augustines: Skip, Caroline and Sarah. While staying with them over the New Year of 2009 I witnessed love so authentic and pure I was moved to realize that that is tne answer here on planet earth…
“Love is the energy life wind and soul… its the reason this planet will never let go!”
I wrote this after dancing tango at the all night milonga in San Diego Jan. 2009: “Love is the energy life wind and soul, it’s the reason this planet will never let go…” This songs is a blast to play.
Love & Light,
Rusty
P.S. Thanks to Sarah, Skip and Caroline for the inspiration