(my latest lyrics)
WHAT COULD I SAY?
©2009 Robert C Burnham
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My good friend Tommy called yesterday morn
Told me that his best friend Jake had finally gone
He had that old dog since he was a little tiny pup
I knew Tommy’s heart was breaking – having to give him up
What could I say?
“I’ll be there as soon as the plane hits the ground
I’ll be there as soon as that old train comes around
I’ll be there just as soon as I fill up my tank
My friend, if I have to walk, I’ll be there just the same”
Janie from college called me today
A single mom since her husband died for the U S of A
The doctor just told her he found a lump on her breast
And could I come hold her hand while she waits on the tests”
What could I say?
“I’ll be there as soon as the plane hits the ground
I’ll be there as soon as that old train comes around
I’ll be there just as soon as I fill up my tank
My friend, if I have to walk, I’ll be there just the same”
I got a call from my brother Joseph in tears
As he was facing a parent’s worst fears
A drunk driver had crossed over the line
My beautiful nephew had run out of time
What could I say?
“I’ll be there as soon as the plane hits the ground
I’ll be there as soon as that old train comes around
I’ll be there just as soon as I fill up my tank
My brother, if I have to walk, I'll be there just the same"
- Representative of the fictitious Jake
~ your readership is appreciated ~
FYI: This song came to me as I was driving out of B uffalo on I-90. I had to pull over at the first service area to write it down before it was forgotten. Driving while writing in a notebook is not encouraged.
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I am, right now, working on a special project inspired by Lewis Knight and he has no clue he inspired such a work. I'll let you know when it's up.
You're cool dude. And I can't thank you enough for this inspiration. Never enough. BTW: D D-P just got an exclusive sneak peek.
Is that Mr. Elizabeth going after his shotgun?
purple moss on a hand
was worried about all of it until you said it was fictitious.
great write.
Featured in the Triple Name Club.
XVery good poem no doubt, loved it
shades of belief for Robert
Marvelous to write a poem about having "no words"
Thank you for posting to The Surreal Circus.
I might take a plane, but if I have to walk I'm gonna there just the
same' from an old song Robert. But I really loved your version
of it even being fictictious young man.Hugs for Streaker & you.
thanks for stopping by.
great poem or song...just KOOL !
thank you...What can anyone say for we all wish to help the ones in need. We have no magic wand or super powers but we feel helpless in those times so... WHAT CAN I SAY ?
The third stanza isn't quite all made up. When I was 17, my 12 year old nephew was caught in an explosion. He lived on life support for 28 days until the adults agreed to pull the plug. I camped out on the lawn of the hospital that entire month. He could still hear, so I read Moby Dick and Treasure Island to him. What else could I do? (What could I say?)
I was sitting down ready to reply on this when a grease fire started. I turned the stove on with a pan filled with grease to cook chicken nuggets.anf then check my replies. AAAUUGHH ! I have a mess in the kitchen some fire damage but minor. My beloved Dog Sam said not a word or bark but he pushed something over to crash to the floor to tell me. Thank GOD I have many fire extinguishers..dry kind for it does A>>B>>C fires. There is a mess but powder...the only thing is That was the last of my oil..auugh i did want some chicken tenders...wow about the story...you are a fine man..i have stories like that..not like that but close.Think you sum it all of life up...[what can I say]...I never realize that until now WHAT CAN I SAY..It is mostly our actions that make them words worth while .
(as long as your landlord or landlasy's not intheir 90s)
hey ,they would be a kool t-shirt..''What can I say ?...yeah
Again, share the wealth when you hit the big time will ya?
Thanks for posting to my group, Anythingwriting
The third stanza isn't quite all made up. When I was 17, my 12 year old nephew was caught in an explosion. He lived on life support for 28 days until the adults agreed to pull the plug. I camped out on the lawn of the hospital that entire month. He could still hear, so I read Moby Dick and Treasure Island to him. What else could I do? (What could I say?)
Seriously, thanks Tracy, your satisfaction with a piece of my writing is like two thumbs up. I value our friendship and I always respect your intellect.