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Crow
by bennash - 09/23/23 10:22 AM
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Bogart's
by Gary E. Andrews - 09/23/23 06:58 AM
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Duck Club
by Gary E. Andrews - 09/21/23 08:59 PM
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| by ckiphen |
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Never could figure out how to structure this for a song. Advice welcomed.
Rivers of Destiny
You wanted them dangerous, you wanted them mean.
I was the friendship you ran to between,
Flings with the bad boy, the loser, the cheat.
Rivers of destiny flow till they meet.
You wanted adventure, you wanted the thrill.
You wanted a guy with looks that could kill.
I wasn’t that dangerous, just steady and kind.
You were drawn to a boy with a dangerous mind.
You weathered the dating and found yourself wed;
Woke up his anger with things that you said.
He’d hit you and slap you and push you around,
Threaten to kill you if he ever found
That you’d called in the cops or were trying to leave.
If you doubted his fury he’d make you believe.
Last night he left for a night on the town,
Came home drunk and knocked you around.
He passed out cold on the living room floor and
You grabbed a few things and ran for the door.
Rivers of destiny flow till they meet.
You turned at the corner and drove down my street.
I’d never seen you beaten and battered so bad
Broken and crying, sadder than sad.
I laid you down on my old feather bed;
Sat on the sofa holding my head;
Waiting in silence for his knock at the door and
The yelling and cussing and calling you whore.
Rivers of destiny flow till the meet;
On calm Monday morning, he turned on my street;
Tried to push past me when I opened the door,
Screaming and cussing “I’ll kill me a whore”.
He was lying there beaten and bloody as hell.
She tugged on my sleeve and I woke from the spell;
I was dangerously different as she held on my arm.
She could see that my love was a fortress from harm;
Anger that flowed from love and not hate.
Rivers of destiny flow to their fate.
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| by couchgrouch |
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Dude, you can't name a song "Rivers of Destiny". The cheese factor is off the Richter Scale. You might as well call it "Canyons of my Mind".
I even think a law was passed in both Tin Pan Alley and Music Row back in the late 40s. Jail time for first offenders. No probation.
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