I see history in pop tunes -
prophecy in street songs
take comfort in nostalgia,
relax with jazz and the blues.
I take care with the words I choose.
Singers and songwriters overlooked:
told 'get a real job';
I wish I was a talent scout
with a billion dollar budget;
but then there's the blues
and dues to be paid.
We ignore artists and musicians
at our peril
How can they share their gift
if they go feral?
Prophets without honour
in their home town
fame eludes the artist in his prime
Steam engines can only be invented
come steam engining time
Have mercy on the dreamer with the heart of fire.
Musicians and writers
with something new to say
their part in the big picture:
not fade away
Don't let the pen become silent
or the music be un-played
the poem unspoken
or the prayer un-prayed.
Don't despise strange hope
in the eyes of strangers
your story may be entwined with theirs;
Have mercy on the dreamer
whose tool is ideas
Prophets, priests and poets
coming down the wire.
Words of wisdom to inspire
- no job description, just a heart of fire.
Have mercy on the dreamer
with a heart of fire.
