Ok, let's have some fun. I mean some more fun. I can't seem to get this song finished or even formed in a song-like structure. Add to my lyrics, cut, paste, whatever. Nothing is precious. Let's make the first GP Salon song!
This is about a guy that handed me a pamphlet at the polls the last time I voted. He was talking up whoever his candidate was and I looked up into his eyes and he was beautiful and his eyes were the palest blue. And he was a Republican. And then I went and voted and never saw him again. I'm so stupid. So, this is a song about this guy's eyes. I totally wanted to marry him.
-Emily
She was on her way to make up her mind
Looked up and met his eye
Lost her breath
In that pale blue
She could see everything
Could he see it too?
Who sent him here?
Why can't she breathe?
She could see every possibility.
In the pale blue so bright
There was the rest of her life
In that black night the future was laid out
The road clearly lit
The horizon in his eyes
Is all she can see
One look at him
Takes her over the line
The light in his smile
Brings her right to his side
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Awwwww.....don't go to HIS side Emily! Bring him to our side; we have cookies!
mmmm...cookies. that might work!
Ok GP - if this song sucks it'll be all my fault! Where are my poets?
Hmmm....yeah, generally that's how it works. No guts, no glory Emily!
-Marie
I believe you need to bring back something about "making up her mind" to make it come full circle.
Something like that, though I will think on it some more. Have you added anything since the post?
Thanks Ruth. I haven't added anything yet and I have input from 2 of you now (A.E. emailed hers). Maybe I'll work on it today.
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