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Here is another for the Song Challenge.




Oh she was splendid and flirty a flapper by trade
She was a singer of songs and a teller of tales
There was no reason, she said, for why we were made
Her smile tantalized and her muse never fails

She knew all her men by predilection and name
Champagne and diamonds and fancy black gowns
She was the wearer and barer of those who knew fame
Never showing up until the sun had gone down

Well she laughed and she cried till the tears fell like stones
Then she wrote and she sang while the moonlight shone
Weeping and swaying to a once remembered tone
Oh there is nothing as sad as dancing alone
All alone
Dancing all alone

So let the party begin we will never grow old
She’ll start with a song about a rich matrons sin
Perched on the piano her voice lively and bold
Sang that the old dowager let the young gardener in

Walk with her and love her in the moon’s shinning light
She’s a wisp and a ghost in the full light of day
Don’t mention forever keep your words clear and light
Her eyes flash wisdom it’s for the moment we pay

Well she laughed and she cried till the tears fell like stones
Then she wrote and she sang while the moonlight shone
Weeping and swaying to a once remembered tone
Oh there is nothing as sad as dancing alone
All alone
Dancing all alone

The years went by and the champagne still flowed
She sang and she wrote and her words still remain
She lived her life hard and never once slowed
Regretting what was lost and denying what was gained

She died on a Sunday we sang a song fair and bright
A toast and a tear racounter ce quis’est passe’
She was a star and we lived in her blinding light
But like her the good times will always pass away

Well she laughed and she cried till the tears fell like stones
Then she wrote and she sang while the moonlight shone
Weeping and swaying to a once remembered tone
Oh there is nothing as sad as dancing alone
All alone
Dancing all alone

Under her bed a secret box embellished in gold
Were letters from her pilot lover who fell from the sky
In poetry he wrote his soul was always hers to hold
That war over – heart broken but her love never died

Well she laughed and she cried till the tears fell like rain
Her spirit soughed and sang while the moonlight waned
Praying and swaying for her lover to come home
Oh there is nothing as sad as dancing alone
All alone now
Dancing all alone





www.klstoryteller.com
ken lehnig(c)2009 desert windsong pub.


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Why is doing what you love the hardest thing to do? Is it because failing what you thought defined you would be too devastating a thing from which to recover? If so, we stay where mere accident has left us.


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The following comments are for "Dancing Alone/ All Alone"
by jonpenny

her muse never fails.......
A tale of laughter and tears, hidden pain and regret. (Damn military men, always running off and getting killed, you'd think they would have learned by now. ;)


While this is a very good song, I have to be honest and true to my heart....cringes.....I liked the first one better. Not discounting this one at all, in fact, quite the opposite. However, for my part, music is something I relate to. I'm almost as...dare I say....passionate about the music in "my world" as I am about my writings and readings. Just a personal preference, no offense intended.

Now, personal preferences aside, here's what I think of your offering here; I felt pulled along by the story of the woman that hid her pain behind a mask of light hearted laughter. The ending was unexpected and delightful. The story felt abstract in the begining for me, the ending brought it home and gave it a "realness" that I really enjoyed. Having read yours and shannon's, I am going to have to dust off my "thinking cap" as shannon put it, and try a little harder. I like the push though, I think a kick in the ass is just what I need these days. Thank you for sharing my new friend.

Dave

( Posted by: HeRoCoMpLeX [Member] On: August 21, 2009 )

P.S. @Ken
I went back and re-read my comment...."hid her pain behind a mask of light hearted laughter"

You've inspired me to a new song, my friend, stay tuned... ;)

( Posted by: HeRoCoMpLeX [Member] On: August 21, 2009 )

Another round..
..for my friends..

I'd have it on the Pub juke.

Salute

( Posted by: Bobby7L [Member] On: August 23, 2009 )

Thanks to two
Dave: Thanks for your comment. I'll keep at it. It reminds me of a singer/songwriter who went against his producers and put 12 hits on one album. Three of the songs hit the charts and the others should have. The producers/label argued that you only really need to write two good songs per album. They suggested he keep the others for the next albums. He didn't he did two albums and is now mostly forgotten. (Leo Sayers) I don't have that problem!;)

( Posted by: jonpenny [Member] On: August 26, 2009 )

@Bobby
Thanks my friend - that would be nice indeed!

( Posted by: jonpenny [Member] On: August 26, 2009 )

Very nice
I love the imagery of the moon. The moon and I, we're real tight.

Thanks for your comment on my poem titled "the mirror". There is a larger story hidden in this little poem. It has to stay hidden though.

Thanks,
DJ

( Posted by: DonnaJ [Member] On: August 27, 2009 )

@Donnaj
Thanks for reading and the nice compliment. I won't press. ;)
Bless you.

( Posted by: jonpenny [Member] On: August 27, 2009 )

"Her spirit soughed and sang"
that’s my favourite line, goes well with the song’s bluesy woozy kilter, I think. and this is some of your finest musical story-telling, hooked me and kept me spell-bound. a real treat. I’ll try humming this while I’m in the air, take my mind off flying, which I hate... a magical and transporting piece indeed... and eminently hummable.

( Posted by: AuldMiseryGuts [Member] On: August 29, 2009 )

2shannon
High praise...thank you very much.

( Posted by: jonpenny [Member] On: August 29, 2009 )





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