life: acoustic & amplified

turn up the volume…rhapsody

Music to hear, why hear’st thou music sadly?
Sweets with sweets war not, joy delights in joy.
Why lov’st thou that which thou receiv’st not gladly,
Or else receiv’st with pleasure thine annoy?
If the true concord of well-tuned sounds,
By unions married, do offend thine ear,
They do but sweetly chide thee, who confounds
In singleness the parts that thou shouldst bear.
Mark how one string, sweet husband to another,
Strikes each in each by mutual ordering,
Resembling sire and child and happy mother,
Who all in one, one pleasing note do sing;
Whose speechless song, being many, seeming one,
Sings this to thee: “Thou single wilt prove none.”

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Sonnet 8 by William Shakespeare

 

If you could see me now

It’s amazing that Grace Potter can’t see the light

the dead brown leaf clinging to the budding branches

silent in the trees

Are you California dreaming on this cold day?

it might as well be spring

do you know what a difference a day makes?

keep the home fires burning

I’ll follow your ashes into outer space

 

the flock of seagulls are back in town

after running so far away

standing one legged on the dock of the bay

singing new songs to the bluest skies

you’ve never seen before

 

Knock knock

Who’s there??

James Taylor

Ready to sing you home by another way

maybe via cloud, or potion #, 9

or a cloud not yet named or numbered

More voluminous than cumulus

 

Hey wait, I was blinded by that light

for a momentous moment

Though, that’s just a poster cutout

Behind which Gogol Bordello is hiding

singing some fabulous advice

to start wearing purple…

They must have been sent by the purple people teenage diplomats,

or by my most purpley-friend, Juliette

 

don’t they all know my name is A-me?

know I only wear scarlet?

at least on Saturday nights

letters given, yet to be returned to sender

because of it’s a bit wrecked,

rusty, bent beyond hope of perfection and,

tho a lovely shade of blush,

I need a deeper shade of pale

Use some pretzel logic here, please.

 

I would be happy to walk the line

In those tracks of your tears

everything is beautiful, Kate told me so…

and she knows those things…

 

the very thought of you

is more than this:

Joe Cocker is still singing

you are so beautiful to me

why can’t you just turn around

the spin doctors don’t need you

but I do

I really do

maybe we’ll find it,

that rainbow connection

over where the bluebirds

keep flying high

 

it’s countdown to ecstasy

Us, in that burning ring,
until we catch fire to the rain

 

All we need is love

So just love me tender

how very sweet it is

how very very sweet it is

to be loved by you

❤

🎶 ” I really don’t know Clouds.. at All ” 🎶 by Amy Lloyd

There really is something clever about everyone…

like the way you hold your knife

and that smile you flash could be genius…

or my achilles heel…

I need more bourbon sauce for my bread pudding, please,

though it could be french toast casserole,

if you bring me maple syrup.

how do I turn over in the night without hurting myself?

how do I lock the door? [title of that dream I had]

You’re working late…

Something about the future…

I’m hard to impress

Math was never my favorite subject

510 can be a tall number to climb over

(or a bitter pill to swallow)

Why won’t you just get off of my back?

That’s your circus

I am obviously the monkey in your soul

I changed the blog post late today

Maybe it was the new strawberry jam lip butter

making me, at least for this brief moment,

feel so free and independent

❤

Amy Lloyd

photos found at pinterest / al513