I Sing my Birthday

The steamed over windows
in this East Village diner
hold my years at bay
I sing my birthday
with a wandering chorus
There’s no real cause
for celebration
no tune more offbeat
moons above my first rambles
hold every last caress,
the reprise is not forthcoming.
Here, wrapped in lost horizons
On this swiveling stool
I am the compass,
I sing my birthday
darkness calls me. .
Every one of my stolen years
surrounds me, eyes downcast,
retribution alive in the air
No real cause for celebration
off beat and strange to the ear
I see moons above the highway
Sailing on her soft caress
I won’t feel it again
Darkness calls me
I am the compass
I sing my birthday
Comments
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When I first read the lyrics, I must admit that I wasn't drawn to them. Only because it wasn't my particular style of story and storytelling, nothing else. To be fair, I listened to it and well was I surprised! Talk about bringing a story to life, your rendition is outstanding, full of emotion and passion. I absolutely loved it, well done Sir.
Strongly recommend you listen to this.
Sid
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Thanks very much Sid.
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