Verse in a Song

Years they go by 

Adding up memories 

Was it a disco night or a Mo Udal rally

Either and both didn’t last long

Only verses in a song

Why can I paint 

And see my first kiss

Behind the garage near the park

Right off of Waldo Boulevard

What was her name now just a pawn

And just a verse in a song

I’m not an early riser

But my heart would pound for her

As I waited for the bus; 
A bouncy packet of the energy

Dark eyes, brown hair so long

What's left is this verse in a song

Chaotic as can be 

A little nympho was she

She became a friend who I left in he end 

I still wonder if we stayed around

Yet now only a verse in a song.

Prayers are answered 

And of course its her

We went from teasing to pleasing

Warm nights, cold butts, and years long

We are more than a verse in a song

Now platonic love 

Does fit like a glove 

Safely I’m old and allowed to hug

Many fine spirits and oh so young 

They live my last verse in song

By Dave Schipper (c) 2018 Rose Riversongs

note some write an autobiographical memoir, some write a song.  I've done the later.

Crazy Enough for You

When its 1 o’clock and I’m all spent
You’re still all smiles and won’t relent
Another round or maybe two

Because I’m crazy enough for you

Tonight this chick flick has three men in it
And I am one of them and proud of it
We’ll laugh and cry too
Because I’m crazy enough for you

You open the door and scream “Snake!”
Without thinking I go and grab the rake
Was I dumb or just a fool
At least I’m crazy enough for you

Many guys have a way of shutting up
You know me, I’ll just make the words up
Sometimes they’ll catch you too
You know, I’m crazy enough for you

By Dave Schipper © 2018 Rose Riversongs

Really didn't think this was going to be a song... picked up a guitar and it wrote itself.

Lucky dog

I am a copy of my old man

One that flirts with every pretty miss

You can trust me I’m no Peter Pan

I’ll sometimes hug, but never do I kiss

Why don’t we spend some time? 

Crying about a show.

Why don’t we talk a while? 

About your favorite Bordeaux

That dress that Margret wore 

Or what veggie you will grow.

Girl you got a friend

And I really want to know.

I am lucky dog, a trait I hold dear

Just lead me for a walk, throw me a smile.

I’ll sing you up a song, not loud but clear

Maybe a Dylan tune, but always worthwhile.

So you’re in Paradise

Hallelujah my friend

So when Johnny died

Did you Cry Cry Cry

Or sat alone in blue

Just tangled up again

Which tune you’d like to hear.

Knock twice for a Dylan.

I am a copy of my old man

One that flirts with every pretty miss

You can trust me, I’m no Peter Pan

I’ll sometimes hug, but rarely do I kiss

by Dave Schipper © 2016 Rose Riversongs

I decided to make this a spoken word piece on Bones  CD by Lucky Dog.


Here was it sounded like as a song.

Don't Screw it Up

Chorus

Don't screw it up, again

You have the right plan 

just take her by the hand

And don't screw it up again

That night at the bar

I knew you were a star

From the way you walked in 

to the dimple on your chin

My heart did flutter

To find words that mattered

Chorus

We ain't 21 anymore

You're looking good at 34

We are both on our second try, 

No need to ask why

Let's make our own lovers tale 

I'll get you another pale ale

Chorus

Those nights you need a friend

Just to make the silence end

I'm a little bruised and dent

From the years I've spent

But let me open the door

There's so much life in store

by Dave Schipper (c) 2017 Rose Riversongs

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