This is what I submitted to Benjamin’s Brother Campfire singing challenge in Puking Peasant Inn
The sun is bright, shines on your butt
Every night you drink to dawn
Puking out on the bench
You look almost like a Gremlin
Puking Peasant Inn isn’t your home
Pack your bag and go out
The sun is bright, shines on your face
Welcome a new day soberly
The sun is bright, shines on your face
Every morning you feel alive
Out in the fields flies dandelion
Your heart is happy to be free
Never waste your time on the grog
Ladies don’t like drunkards
Your beautiful bride waits for you
Bless your returning heart forever
Original music Edelweiss composed by Richard Rodgers. In the sound file, instrumental music by The O’Neill Brothers Group on Spotify.
The leftover smell of leather comes to life
In the company of fragrant coffee beans
Those wavy vapors that dance straight to my mind
She smells so overwhelming and dark
The way she sips her morning coffee
reminds me of last night
The exhilarating constraints around my neck
her each command sends me
to the edge of eruption
Her surprising relaxed composure
leaves satisfying aftertaste
Such delight I, for sure come back for more
Once upon a time
our story was an inspiration
in every piece of music you wrote
I hoped it stayed that way
You and your guitar
by the ivy clothed window
facing the morning honey beams
Life is happening nowadays
You run out of time
to hear the birds’ morning routine
and wish coffee can be drip fed
My luxury of morning coffee in bed
is downgraded to Valentine’s treat
We are no strangers
But if I have to choose
I am willing to be your old guitar
play me till your fingers bleed
and your heart is content
once again
Sadie, the cleaning lady
With trusty scrubbing brush and pail of water
Worked her fingers to the bone, for the life she had at home
Providing at the same time for her daughter
Ahh Sadie, the cleaning lady
Her aching knees not getting any younger
Well her red detergent hands, have for years not held a man’s
And time would find her heart expired of hunger
Scrub your floors, do your chores, dear old Sadie
Looks as though you’ll always be a cleaning lady
Can’t afford to get bored dear old Sadie
Looks as though you’ll always be a cleaning lady
Ahh Sadie, the cleaning la-ady
Her female mind would find a way of trapping
Though as gentle as a lamb, Sam the elevator man
So she could spend the night by TV, napping
Ahh Sadie, the cleaning lady
Her aching knees not getting any younger
Well her red detergent hands, have for years not held a man’s
And time would find her heart expired of hunger
Ahh, scrub your floors, do your chores, dear old Sadie
Looks as though you’ll always be a cleaning lady
Can’t afford to get bored dear old Sadie
Looks as though you’ll always be a cleaning lady
Ahh Sadie, the cleaning lady
Her Sam was what she got, hook, line and sinker
To her sorrow and dismay, she’s still working to this day
Her Sam turned out to be a nervous figure
Ahh, scrub your floors, do your chores, dear old Sadie
Looks as though you’ll always be a cleaning lady
Can’t afford to get bored dear old Sadie (fade)
I thank the beginning of each and every day
Yesterdays are locked away
Triumph and defeat are two masters the same
in the fate of facing a brand new day
Flicker of Thoughts 