A practical gift…
Eunita, who lived in the bayou,
Said, “Lloyd, I know just what to buy you.
In bald cypress roots
You need gator boots.
Or for your three toes, it’s ‘Goodbye, you!’”
© 2013 David E. Miller
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Mummy’s Dearest…
As soon as he got Tutankhamen undressed,
The doctor said, “What an uncommon request!
I’ll certainly try, Tut.
It may not work out, but
I’ll give your dead sceptre my embalmin’ best!”
© 2013 David E. Miller
On this CD, Chris Almoada composed five original songs. I wrote the lyrics for three of them. If you watch carefully, you will see that my real name, David E. Miller, is given as the author of three songs (Come to New Orleans / Cool Cat / Another Mornin’). Chris has composed all the songs featured on the upcoming CD (distributed by Rhythm Bomb Records), and I have written all the words. My work will be credited as “Lyrics by LividEmerald.”
Speak up when falling…
There was a young fellow named Clifford
Whose outlook on life sadly differed
He jumped off a cliff
And shouted, “What if…?”
(The rest of it only the cliff heard)
© 2013 David E. Miller
It’s all about the hair…
A smart aleck stylist named Malick
Dries hair with a desk fan (metallic)
For hair dryers (plastic)
He’s unenthusiastic
“Cheap blowers designed to look phallic!”
© 2013 David E. Miller
In Yaaländogs! The Dreams of Emmy de Zelaware, Part I: Bar-LeDeuc, a book published in 2002, there is, on page 153 of the hard bound edition (available only through me), a passage in which Berena Kamare’s “home entity”–a computer hologram named Rupa Tunapic–resolves a patent issue regarding a product commonly referred to as a Dream Recorder. In that passage, Rupa cites a song that came to Berena in a dream. Patent issue aside, the song itself has to do with the freedom of adventure that a dream can offer someone who is physically bound to remain in one place. Although I wrote the lyrics for this song, I did not have a tune in mind, so it may be read simply as a poem. I hope you enjoy it.
LOUISIANA WINDS
I pray, Louisiana winds
Tickly, prickly needles and pins
Away from Ruston send my dreams
Mystery plots with chaotic themes.
Whip over stones, topple some trees
Softly caress with gentle breeze
Faraway places, distant shores
Beyond these window panes and doors.
Take this dream my pillow anchors
Tug until the dream surrenders
Fill out the sails, follow the stars
Breathe life into night’s avatars.
Abandon long and morbid days
Ruston is brittle, but it stays
And so must I, my body fails
The mind, in Dreamland, never pales!
© 2002 David E. Miller
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Sadie advises clients to avoid the “Marie Kiss” mess…
“Yes, kisses may tickle your fancy
But, come on, don’t be such a pansy!
She slobbers her kisses
The mess she dismisses
She’s worse than a drooling chimpanzee!”
© 2013 David E. Miller
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