Monthly Archives: December 2014

You Won’t Let Me Rescue You (A Song)

I’m not your Superman
And you are not my Lois Lane
You’re more a Catwoman
You leave me feeling like Bruce Wayne
This ain’t a comic book
So you just draw outside the lines
And yet with just one look
You can alter my entire life

I answer all your calls
Yet you don’t see me there for you
No matter how far you fall
You won’t let me rescue you
If your signal’s in the sky
I’ll move a mountain to get through
But I can’t figure out why
You won’t let me rescue you

I feel so lost alone
And I retreat into my cave
Somehow your heart is stone
And you could send me to my grave
Without a second thought
I cry as you abandon me
Despite how hard I fought
You act as if you cannot see
How very much you mean to me

I answer all your calls
Yet you don’t see me there for you
No matter how far you fall
You won’t let me rescue you
If your signal’s in the sky
I’ll move a mountain to get through
I can’t figure out why
You won’t let me rescue you

I see the sorrow in your soul
I see the pain that’s in your life
Why won’t you let me make you whole
Why just refuse to make things right?
Let me be your shining knight

I answer all your calls
Yet you don’t see me there for you
No matter how far you fall
You won’t let me rescue you
If your signal’s in the sky
I’ll move a mountain to get through
I can’t figure out why
You won’t let me rescue you

If your signal’s in the sky
I am there ‘cause I love you
I can’t figure out why
You won’t let me rescue you

An Appointment With You (A Song)

There’s something hurting deep inside
It’s the emptiness of being all alone
Please just take a look into my eyes
I can’t seem to find a way to carry on
If you could listen to my heartbeat
You might hear desperate cries for every time it breaks
Is there something you can prescribe for me?
If you have the time, then please don’t hesitate

Tell me what to do
And believe me, I will follow through
But tell me this, too:
What does a man have to do
To get an appointment with you?

Can you tell me what’s wrong with me?
When I see your smile I can’t turn away
In the waiting room all I see
Is the very reason my heart tells me to stay
Could there be a cure for what I feel?
Are these just the symptoms of another broken heart?
Could someone so lovely be real?
Or maybe just an angel who couldn’t find her harp?

Tell me what to do
And believe me, I will follow through
But tell me this, too:
What does a man have to do
To get an appointment with you?

Maybe if you have some free time
I wonder could you heal me inside?
Or is this a break that can’t be bandaged up?
I’m sure your time is valuable, too
But should I be without you?
Could you spare a time to share with me your love?
It could be an hour or two–
Just a chance to talk to you
Do you have sweet words to help me get through?
Or maybe if you don’t mind
We could share a lifetime
Unless you have more urgent things to do

Tell me what to do
And believe me, I will follow through
But tell me this, too:
What does a man have to do
To get an appointment with you?

–This song was inspired by a beautiful young woman who worked at the doctor’s office I used to go to years ago. I never got up the courage to give the song to her, but I always liked it. So, why not put it on the Internet, right?

Why Does Love Hate? (A Song)

Everybody says
That love is so great
Then why does love hate?
And everybody claims
That it’s worth the wait
So why does love hate?

I see you there
In a picture in my heart
We both still care
So why in the world are we apart?
I pray for love
But there’s no answer there for me
It hurts enough
As it is that you’re a mystery

Everybody says
That love is so great
Then why does love hate?
And everybody claims
That it’s worth the wait
So why does love hate?

I hear you’re doing well
Just as pretty as can be
They say it’s you that fell
So why am I still stumbling?
Just bring me back to her
And I promise I will treat her right
But all I feel is hurt
The kind that breaks me down inside

Everybody says
That love is so great
Then why does love hate?
And everybody claims
That it’s worth the wait
So why does love hate?

I can see you here
In the shadows of my dreams
I can feel you near
And yet you’re distant as can be
If only you could know
All the things I’d do for you
Why did you have to go
Long before this love was through?
I don’t know what to do

Everybody says
That love is so great
Then why does love hate?
And everybody claims
That it’s worth the wait
So why does love hate?
So why does love hate?
So why does love hate?
Why does it hate me?

–This song is from an old collection of mine, ‘Songs by CG Volume 1’. Since I’m not doing much with them, I thought I might post some of my old songs here, see if anyone likes them.

Beneath the Surface (A Rap)

Something sinister lurks
Beneath the surface
When people in this world
Think their lives are worthless
Rally cries of
“Black Lives Matter”
And cops in riot gear appear
And make them scatter
It feels like
Familiar territory
Like the 54th charging a hill
Looking for Glory
I wonder who was holding a lid
Atop the stories
And opened it
Because the game had gotten boring
If you’re suddenly
Looking for something to do
And behaving like
Abuse of authority is something new
I recommend
You stop and think a few
And consider that someone
Might be controlling you

Something happened
Right before they attacked him
And police jumped in front of the camera
After it happened
Next thing you know
A man is dead
Was his life worth more
Than a tax on cigarettes?
Or did four policemen
Figure that
It was more important
To get their arms around his neck?
And people take to the streets
Overnight
And disappear again
At the first signs of daylight
Thing is, I know
Of a similar deal
A white man died
Because he wouldn’t leave a theater
And his life was
At least as significant
The only relevance of our color
Is that we’re different
We still bleed the same blood
A lame duck
Is put forth to us
And personally, I blame thugs
And thugs come
In the colors of the rainbow
Suffering is commonplace
We feel the pain, though

Yo dawg
I heard you like Big Brother watching you
So here’s
What I’m about to do:
Put a camera on him
As he is watching you
So we can watch him watching
Whatever you’re about to do
And in the end, really,
Who watches the watchmen?
And who watches the watchmen
Who are watching the watchmen?
It looks like
We might have a problem, then
The foxes watching over
The house the hens are living in
Ask yourself:
What good are laws against the lawless?
And how can we have good laws
If we don’t trust Congress?
We can blame Bush
Or blame Obama
Or blame Bush again
And continue the drama
If you don’t like it, he says,
Then pass a bill
Well, laws don’t protect most people
From being killed
They’re just words
On pieces of paper–
Words that can be read
At my funeral later

So what’s the solution?
Violence? Retribution?
Take it to the courts
And change some institutions?
Maybe start a
Third revolution?
Lose a million lives or two
To bombs and shootings?
Or maybe rob some stores
Resume the lootings?
This whole scenario’s
Panic-inducing
What will my children do
Having this future?
I don’t know, I don’t know, man
I don’t know!
I know whatever happens to them
I am responsible
So that leads me to seek
What else is possible
The only option left is peace
And quite impossible
But I see the impossible every day–
For God’s sake!
We’re livin’ inside the Milky Way!
And man, it’s really not even
For that long
And we gotta waste the years we’ve got
On doing wrong?
Every life is sacred
And every life matters
We need to keep our families safe
Before they shatter
Our moral fabric frays before us
Ripped and tattered
We need to save it before it’s too late
And not after

Do Not Mess With Me (A Rap)

I’m normally against
Violent actions
But your rhymes make me
Want to join a violent faction
Become extremist
In the face of your weakness
But you draw fans to you like
Iron Man Extremis
Chasin’ cash like
Horses at the Preakness
Your rhyme science elementary
Like Beakman’s
Meanwhile
I’m Neil de Grasse-Tyson
Went to the head of the class
And passed you twice, son
You find yourself in trouble
So say you’re sorry
Before your pitfalls land you in combat
Like Atari
You got a monopoly
On this bored game
Rap traffic’s all backed up
Because of your lane
Pull your pants back up
And cover your shame
And tell your rap peers
Perhaps they should do the same

Do not mess with me
Might have to deal with you
Just sit back, relax, unwind
And let the lyrics thrill you
Do not mess with me
Might have to deal with you
I shouldn’t even have to ask
But sometimes I still do
So chill, dude

I retake the streets
Like Double Dragons
You trash the community
Like double baggin’
Rhymes like you’re using Explorer
Because they’re laggin’
You feature rappers just like you
So they can tag in
And embarrass your skill
Right on the same track
While you sign a new deal
And get a million cash back
Wish I could get a few meals
As easy as that
But I don’t think they still
Want good thoughts in tight tracks
But in no way am I
Master of the game
But I definitely won’t be
Acting like I’m a slave
And usin’ the words
That were slurred against my ancestors
Rather speak English
And make them understand better
But my theme here’s not
Of cold-blooded murder
Of some dude in a movie
Impaled upon a girder
I’m trying to make clear
The fate of rap deserters
Rap’s a maiden–
Folks like you just don’t deserve her

Do not mess with me
Might have to deal with you
Just sit back, relax, unwind
And let the lyrics thrill you
Do not mess with me
Might have to deal with you
I shouldn’t even have to ask
But sometimes I still do
So chill, dude

There has been an awakening
Have you felt it?
They opened the Ark of the Covenant
Faces melted
And he knew that she was Mystique
Because he smelled it
And Galadriel passed the test
But Smeagol failed it
Pop culture references
Become pointless
I’m bent out of shape
Like Reed Richards’ joints did
People harassing the Stiffs
Like they were Peter
His tone of voice accusing Tris
Of being a cheater
So they put ’em in the ring
And he chose to beat her
And Four takes care of her
Just like a leader
I paint a picture of
Still life like Rockwell
My basestar’s ready for war
Like I’m Stockwell
Make enterprise
Fascinating like Combs did
I show up at arenas attacking ’em
Like the clones did
My rhymes are razor sharp
Like throwing axes
They hit the mark
And knock it way off its axis
You see this?
My mike is my BOOMSTICK!
It’s the very tool
That you’ll meet your doom with!
But I digress
I’m here to lighten the stress
Probably not my place
To criticize the dress
Of the artists covered in tattoos
Trying to impress
On the radio ten times over
Like they’re obsessed
But their lyrics sound like
They settled for seventh-best
I could write better rhymes
While seated behind a desk
At a 9 to 5 office
While working on something else
What was on their minds
We really can’t tell
But I know their rhymes need to be flushed
‘Cause what a bad smell

Do not mess with me
Might have to deal with you
Just sit back, relax, unwind
And let the lyrics thrill you
Do not mess with me
Might have to deal with you
I shouldn’t even have to ask
But sometimes I still do
So chill, dude

Maybe rap’s the one
Singing the chorus
So we can bring it back
From the dead like it was Horus
So it can bring forth
Fresh new variety
And give us something
Rappers today are denying me
Make it like it’s back in the day
Like Calliope
Or maybe it’s an honest mistake
Maybe they lied to me
And rap is still fun and exciting
Perhaps it tries to be
But there’s a lot of fighting
Within the rap tribes, I see
But people fight over things
That can be stupid
People fight over seeing
A black stormtrooper
Or whether or not Superman
Is still super
You can save the whole planet
And the survivors will sue you
So these days
Not much can surprise me
And the real rap battle
Is just the one inside me
And so the finger to the throat
Means death
So let’s protect rap
From its last breath
It’s time to step

Do not mess with me
Might have to deal with you
Just sit back, relax, unwind
And let the lyrics thrill you
Do not mess with me
Might have to deal with you
I shouldn’t even have to ask
But sometimes I still do
So chill, dude

(Alternate chorus, deemed too threatening:

Do not mess with me
Might have to kill you
Don’t want to do a violent act
But sometimes I still do
So do not mess with me
Might have to kill you
Don’t want to have to end your life
And turn you into a still dude
A killed dude

…Also, how many movie/TV references did you spot? I almost want to count them!)