Song: Alone in What You Feel

Alone in what you feel

PDF Alone in what you feel

Please see the audio and lead sheet of this song if you wish.

This is the poem I wrote. I thought it might be an interesting song. It struggled with it, the main problems were with verses 4 and five. Verse 4 became a middle eight and verse 5 a somewhat variation on verse 1. A favorite Russian Poet Marina Tsveteava (speeliing mine) seemed to think there are in life, non people, who have no heart. She should know, she was driven to suicide by poverty and heartbreak by the communists of her time.

Poem: Alone in what you feel

Alone in what you feel
It’s the third meal of the day
Maybe take a drink
You can sing, you can pray
Alone anyway

Some do not see feelings
As worthy of respect
With the strength of Hercules
They make a point to reject
How you bleed

Alone in what you feel
It’s the first hill to climb
But your mind can’t reach the top
To see what’s left behind
Alone anyway

Talking with psychology
Really isn’t the same
As taking pain to task
Her multiplication tables
Will answer before you even ask
How you bleed

Alone in what you feel
Why is the whole world seen
Through the lens of a shattered dream
And making love is purely mechanical
Alone anyway

Ladybird, Ladybird, Fly Away Home

In October the days were shorter;
By November the days were colder too.
Ladybird decided she didn’t like it outdoors
So in through the backdoor she flew.

Indoors, was a little warmer,
But there were no aphids to eat.
She foraged and to her amazement she found
Creepy creatures to serve her as meat.

She slept under a cheese plant.
She made friends with the tenant inside,
Who liked her to walk on his fingers,
While he separated her spots from her eyes.

But the tenant got ambitious,
He said if you want to stay here,
I’ll put your name on the rent book,
At this, she shed a sad tear.

If you don’t sign a tenancy agreement,
Or help me pay half the bills,
You’ll be turfed out into the garden
Where you’ll probably die from the chills.

“But how can I get the money”
The ladybird wailed in angst,
“The last time I tried for a bank loan,
I was whacked by a cashier in the bank”.

So the tenant opened the backdoor,
Such a mean old tenant was he,
“Out you go now, don’t argue,
Go and sleep under the tree”.

She knew in the cold air she’d perish
And the idea to her seemed dire,
The only way to keep warm outside
Was to set the house on fire.

She whispered to the pigeons,
They all seemed to like the idea,
To drop their old nests down the chimney,
To roll burning from the fireplace clear.

Onto the carpets rolled the burning nests
The living room soon set alight.
The tenant panicked in terror
And fled out into the night.

The whole house soon went up in flames
And the ladybird got warm again.
Then into winter the ladybird flew alone
Without an invite for her to fly away home