Wednesday, March 7, 2018

Pretty Much©

Jumped out of the car
Had enough
Jumped out of that car
Had enough
Crazy making
Conversation
Had enough
Had enough

Stopped to scratch my head
What’s that thought
Stopped to scratch my head
Now what’s that thought
Time is melting
A train gone wrong
Maybe not so much
Maybe not so much

Should I run or stay
Maybe not so much
Should I run or stay
Maybe not so much
Heard that Courage
Is fear walking
Pretty Much
Pretty Much

Heard that Courage
Is fear walking
Pretty Much

Pretty Much
Pretty Much


Pretty Much
© Paul Gallagher, Feb. 22-18


Tuesday, December 19, 2017

Trini Christmas Cake

Wanted to write Christmas song and thought of my roots (father's side) from Trinidad...

Trini Christmas Cake
©Paul Gallagher Dec. 11, 2017

Half moon - in the sky
Near zero - North... a 49
Trini Christmas - on my mind
Trini Christmas - on my mind

I wanna piece - a Christmas Cake
Trini Cake .... Black Christmas Cake
I wanna piece - a Christmas Cake
I know it took so long to make....
Cake so heavy - give me backache
Trini Cake .... Black Christmas Cake

Rum it up, Spice it up, Love id up... non stop
Is de season to celebrate,
Celebrate wid parang
Dancing an singing,
Cooking an cleaning ‘till we can’t stand

No warm id up, let’s start id up wid rum an puncha créme
I wanna piece a Christmas Cake......
Trini Cake ......Black Christmas Cake

Finally jet make touch down;
Crazy taxi ride into town
To Auntie Asha and Uncle Edwin;
Already Christmas lights - all around
Never seen so many greens
Palm trees soca in de gentle breeze
Parang from back yard, and parang from de beach
Auntie and Uncle got paint brushes and paint cans
“Christmas time; time to fresh up, Come on man,
Help me hang dese curtains dat Auntie make.

I wanna piece - a Christmas Cake
Trini Cake .... Black Christmas Cake
I wanna piece - a Christmas Cake
I know it took so long to make....
Cake so heavy - give me backache
Trini Cake .... Black Christmas Cake

Rum id up, Spice id up, Love id up... non stop
Is de season to celebrate,
Celebrate wid parang
Dancing an singing,
Cooking an cleaning ‘till we can’t stand

No warm id up, let’s start id up wid rum an puncha créme
I wanna piece a Christmas Cake......
Trini Cake ......Black Christmas Cake

Early morning, new stove deliverin'
One by one cousins join de kitchen
Assembly line, like Ford, cloves an sweet meat,
Cornmeal and more, assembly line make pastelles
All day long chitter chatter, riddem a chak chak, drinking sorrel
Me and Uncle Edwin clean de front yard an de porch
Friends lean on de fence like parrots to watch
Out come some wine an out come some rum
Out come de cuatro, bottle an de spoons
Looks like de front yard won’t be done too soon.

I wanna piece - a Christmas Cake
Trini Cake .... Black Christmas Cake
I wanna piece - a Christmas Cake
I know it took so long to make....
Cake so heavy - give me backache
Trini Cake .... Black Christmas Cake

Rum id up, Spice id up, Love id up... non stop
Is de season to celebrate,
Celebrate wid parang
Dancing an singing,
Cooking an cleaning ‘till we can’t stand

No warm id up, let’s start id up wid rum an puncha créme
I wanna piece a Christmas Cake......
Trini Cake ......Black Christmas Cake

6 PM an Christmas.... lights shining so bright
Christmas stockings hang de
palm tree... not too high
Auntie Asha still in de kitchen an floors do shine
Sky so dark all de stars a special light
Dog bark announcing de parrandero
Get ready for de chak chak, guitars, toc toc
Come de kitchen, parang all night long.... ‘til ham is gone
Call de neighbours... roti an rum,
Dancing and laughing and sing-along
It’s Christmas time, Christmas time,
Limin, limin all night long
It’s Christmas time, Christmas time,
Limin, limin all night long

I wanna piece - a Christmas Cake
Trini Cake .... Black Christmas Cake
I wanna piece - a Christmas Cake
I know it took so long to make....
Cake so heavy - give me backache
Trini Cake .... Black Christmas Cake

Rum id up, Spice id up, Love id up... non stop
Is de season to celebrate,
Celebrate wid parang
Dancing an singing,
Cooking an cleaning ‘till we can’t stand

No warm id up, let’s start id up wid rum an puncha créme
I wanna piece a Christmas Cake......
Trini Cake ......Black Christmas Cake


Sunday, December 17, 2017

Turn a Page

Turn a Page
(Paul Gallagher November 22, 2017) ©

INTRO
No excuses, I blew it and I hear you, Babe
I love your smile, helps me stay brave
Our book is so big, can you and I turn a page?

VERSE
Snowflake patterns on the coffee shop window 
Inside a velvet glow of cinnamon and mistletoe
Our hands wrapped around the decorated mugs
Our eyes locked on the cappuccino art
You bite your lip; and your eyes sound the alarm
 “You didn’t call me; I feel like an apostrophe”

PRE-CHORUS
Flash .... I see the world end                 
Flash....My mind is an
Overturned cup

CHORUS
I forgot you’re my friend
Tiger here is fear
Showing up
Together we’re more than we see
Thank you for
Reminding me
You are right, I was wrong,                                                                                                    
Tell me all about it,                                                                                         
What’s going on?

VERSE
Twinkling lights and pine wreaths permeate the room
Our pocket corner is away from the                                                                                                                               Christmas tunes
I pass you the sugar and you send over the cream
Without even trying our fingers meet
You look at me and then at your sleeve
 “Could you be on time, for once; is that too much?”

PRE-CHORUS
Flash .... I see the world end                 
Flash....My mind is an
Overturned cup

CHORUS
I forgot you’re my friend
Tiger here is fear
Showing up
Together we’re more than we see
Thank you for
Reminding me
You are right, I was wrong,                                                                                                   
Tell me all about it,                                                                                         
What’s going on?

OUTRO
No excuses, I blew it and I hear you, Babe
I love your smile, helps me stay brave
Our book is so big, can you and I turn a page?



Saturday, December 16, 2017

Change

Change
Paul Gallagher October 22, 2017©

VS1
Hands and knees in the tunnel
It’s so dark and so long
Hands and knees in this tunnel
It’s so dark and so long
Reaching into my pocket
Pull out a match; the darkness is gone


VS2
There is a picture in front of me
It has a big wooden frame
The picture that I see
Has a big wooden frame
Change the frame to gold
I see the change; a big sea change


VS3
Grab my coat and grab my hat
My boots are laced up tight
Grab my coat and grab my hat
My boots are laced up tight
Running through that doorway
Can I make it; make it on time?

Hope I can make it; make it on time

My Music – It’s a Rap


My Music – It’s a Rap

Paul Gallagher, Sept. 23 2017© 

I’m supposin’ you didn’t hear that...
Caveat....not likely...  I don’t remember either
When I was hangin’ in my very first lair
Felt it...could not hear it...you know why
Boom Boom Boom Boom
Heart beat, mother’s heart beat
Hangin’ ...waitin’ for it... waitin’ for it
In my very first living room.

Even before I grew a bit; even before I knew it,
Music was my noisy friend,
Shake ... quake... vibrate
Music sending a secret signal
To every little molecule
Setting up a ripple ....building a tidal wave
Making my skin warm and tingle
Inviting my brain to bubble and go astral

Hypnotize me
With the steady beat
Floating vocal
Floating solo
Delicious chocolate cake airflow
Baptize me with sonic holy water...
Head.. heart.. and feet...
.....Downbeat......
Revolutionize me
Encourage me
Express what I won’t say
When it’s bittersweet

I’m supposin’ you remember hearing that
We were all being blasted at
Rockin’ anthems... shakin’ rhythms
Crowding around the stage
Different bodies feeling the same
Every body a sizzling fuse
Ready to go boom boom... boom boom
Sharing the love in the room

Oh... yeah....


Sometimes I want to be with my headphones
Walking beats keep my feet neat to the pavement
Other times when I’m alone
Invisible sympathetic strings resonate...
Resonate with how I feel
Her voice in lament ... the accompaniment
Spare, precise and deep
Hard to swallow with those translucent blues

Hypnotize me
With syncopation
You have my attention
No expectation
Delicious peppermint airflow
Surprize me with a turn of phrase
An unexpected rhyme
That plays.....
Infuse me
Don’t confuse me
Metamorphise me
Re-arrange my molecules

Life is music  and music is life
Vibrations
Squeaky grocery cart wheels - slamming door frames
Baby cries, lovers’ laughs and sighs
Footsteps in the empty hospital hall
Sound of meditation breath
Wheeze of panic ....compressed chest
Hurricane winds make you think you’re gonna die

Music can lie and it can be true
If I want to hear another point of view
Stop and wonder and ponder what’s going on
Respect myself and respect you
Otherwise... otherwise... otherwise
Mixing misogyny and harmony, glorifying 2-timing with rhyming
Making distance and separation instead of juxtaposition
Silent shame is an invisible prison


Hypnotize me
With pensive flow
Music breaks the cycle
Of discontent or plateaux
Surprize me with a memory
Or another idea
Awaken my empathy
And courage......
Infuse me
Don’t confuse me
Metamorphise me
Re-arrange my molecules

Hypnotize me
With a different beat
You have my attention
No justification
Surprize taste of freedom
Like toothpaste
Clear and fresh
Start again
Infuse me
Don’t confuse me
Metamorphise me
Re-arrange my molecules

Mystery

Mystery

Paul Gallagher, Dec. 13, 2016©


Life and Death
Magic
Hope ….Misery
This is a very subjective
Personal opinion
Tonight I will stick to this side of the curtain

A story to illustrate….

The quarter moon keeps popping in
And out of the smoky black clouds
Shadows on a slow continuous reel
Re-playing at the speed of the wind
Bare branches rattle in the cold.

Not sure how I got here
And I’m here
Perhaps Television Logic
You know….Holes in the story
The stories I tell myself.

Bear with me

I hear a sound that is far away
Large deep and tight drumming rhythm

Boogada boogada boogada,boogada

Very consistent and urgent
NOT comforting.
It’s, whatever it is, approaching.

My imagination is fired up,
With the help of the flirting moon and cold shadows.
The tone, tenure and vibe
Deepen the purple blue black of the night
Mouth breathing
Signals the brain to fight or flight
I decide on hide.

Boogada boogada boogada,boogada

The old road (still haven’t figured out how I got here)
Is missing the original gravel cover
Now hard old dirt.
Where I happen to be standing
Is a dry culvert, couple of pine trees and a few well placed rocks
Conveniently placed for an impromptu hideout.

Bugada Bugada Bugada Bugada Bugada

Getting louder, more clear,  closer.

Duck down in the culvert and cover my mouth to hide my billowing breath.

Bugada Bugada Bugada Bugada Bugada

Close my eyes and stop breathing
If I don’t see ….maybe I won’t be seen.
The sound is almost on top of me.
Rhythm is clear.

Bugada bugada bugada,bugada

Horses hooves in a hurry
I dare to uncover my left eye
A black train of flesh and mane
Stops with snorts and bulging veins.

Flaring nostrils expel vapour clouds
Moonlight outlines the animals’ sweat
Massive muscles on the barn sized beasts
I hug the ground, French Kiss the cold dirt.

Five black capes snap with the night wind
Flashes of moonlight reflect from the satin finish
Pirate flags without the bones
Five Riders reign in




Who are these Five Riders of the Apocalypse?
What do they want?
Where did they come from?
When will they be leaving?
I’m shaking…I’m freezing
Why , oh Why oh Why?

This is a dream
What does it mean
Let me explain

Who… is to blame?
Who…. do you think you are?
Who…. will do this or that?
What …..is holding me back?
What …do you want….. what do I want?
Where…. am I going?
Where…. were you when I needed you?
Where …..is the answer?
When….. will I be happy,
When ….will you understand me?
When… can I be certain?
Why me?

I’ve raised out of my hiding place
To face the Dark Ones
I’m surprised to hear another sound
More hoofs
Another stead closing in
Silver…..

The Lighter Horse and Rider
Pull up in front of the darker entourage
How did this apparition appear?
Yes, it is the Sixth Rider ……”How”.

Sllver Rider dismounts and gently touches each Dark Stead





Here is “How”’s Magic
Combine the best of the Double Yous
“How” accepts and respects
“How” is hope
 “How” is a brave direction
Review and another view

Perhaps the mystery can have some charm
Drop the Panic: Lose the Alarm
Drop the W’s and the whine
Let’s give them another name
Re-Frame
Let them shine.

Who = “H” and “O” = add a 2 for H2O = water, flow, let it go = wash clean
What = hat = put on the hat ….. of perspective
Where = here……right now.
When = hen = hens eggs = the perfect universal shape =
Solid and yet fragile shell = with warmth and care a new life is born.
Why = hy = look a little higher, look a little farther, look a little longer.


Mystery of life and beyond the Curtain
Still remains
Reframed
Nothing is certain
Too much information.

I struggle to remind myself

To ask myself “What do I care about right now?”

Saturday, November 7, 2015

Bag and Queue

October 6-15
Reaching all the way to the bottom of the paper bag, all the way down to the unpopped kernels, the top serrated bag edge is snaring and tugging the middle of my arm.
Eyes fixed to the big movie screen while thunderous sound  and furious  advertising images chase each other and compete for our attention.  A hypnotic state. I don’t pay attention consciously. What is my unconscious picking up. Eventually I wake up to wonder restlessly, where is the main feature? Is all this to encourage us to finish the bag of popcorn before the feature and go get another? Fingers jonessing for any morsal of remaining popped corn; just because.
I wake up even more to remember I’m with a beautiful woman who enjoys my company. I find her hand in the half dark. I half turn to her and I see her smile. A warm blanket of cellular pleasure.


October 7-15
The queue in the bank is tight and slow as a snake in January. I can feel the rough wool coat behind me. Well, I think it’s wool, it certainly is tangible. That customer is really in my space.  Don’t dare turn around. Don’t know what I will find. I’m itching inside, as if the wool coat is getting to me. “Come on, turn around to see what’s up” I tell myself, “what’s the worse that could happen?” Turning slowly, like a bolt in a thread, around with an open mind.