I was looking at some old lyrics, thoughts and poems written a very long time ago in my teenage years. Late 1960s to early 1970s. I’d included them within a personal journal/song/memory scrap book put together way back when. Very naive at times. But reflective of the happiness, hopefulness that existed alongside the turmoil and angst that youth can sometimes throw at you.

Searching for melodies deep within in my mind from past song ideas, it was lovely to find some of the original hard copy ideas of ‘What were those Tunes’ to lyrics or words once written…….and have a reminiscent smile or two. The result is that I now have about half a dozen tunes/melodies in my mind that are not too bad with their little catchy quirkiness. Bad with their lyrical lack of longevity though. But hey-ho, it becomes a huge experimental learning curve when excited about attempting to capture the ‘art of being a musician or writer’ in our younger years.

Do you ever get to write right? On reflection of reading my words, I was thinking of the purity found in my past innocence and naivety. The little song’s lyrics brought the past tunes back to mind. That did shock me because of the way that they could actually be remembered. The neural synapses, and their re-awakening from deep sleeping state, are a Universal gift indeed.

Could they work again? Well…..a few months ago, my very first song, called ‘Old Man’ came back into my head for some reason. So I chased it down by picking up the guitar, see what I could remember of the chords and recorded it. It was fun. Maybe some others could realise fun times too.

AND SO:

Lyrics (naive) and melodies (not too bad) to songs called Decisions, Take it or Leave it, City Girls, Natural Lady, Lies, Audience, Red Lights/Blue Nights, Innocent Victims, ……….. they are all little go backs in time, pick up the guitar and see what happens. New or altered lyrics to use. There are some nice melodies from my youthful brain kicking around in those times back when. A useful tap in to that keen and enthusiastic “Summers’ once was mind”. The reality of a revisit producing a ‘Eureka, it works’ or ‘Nope….totally useless’.

Or…… ‘It has promise’. A little bit like the previous ‘Old Man’.

TO END UP THIS BLOG……

Out of the found little poems, this one below made me smile. It was not my relationship situation at all. I was not the ‘Boy who never was’ here in this poem. The words were a general view on relationships. I met Angie at 17 years old and the Silver Moon could, and still does, reflect Golden memories. It’s called adapting to what life throws at you.

I suppose this example of naivety below is why I never seriously took an interest in chasing improvement in writing poetry. A guitar full of jangly chords, alongside tunes and lyrical words was far more fun. And roped in others to make a ‘band’. I love collaboration.

YOUNG DREAMERS…..

Young dreamers.

Heroes unto each other.

Photographs now kissed

In fond memory

Of what once was.

Our picture book outlook

Escaping life’s vivid realism.

Clinging to one another

Safely….for safety.

Hands grasp

And clasp

To catch-captive

Precious time.

Careful not to lose

One beautiful second.

Then?

Perfection shattering.

Frozen tears

Leaping

To meet the clock.

Time to leave.

Times so careless.

I was the boy who never was.

You were the girl who never was.

Both innocents.

Caught in a once held dream.

Crying at night.

Sighing on sight.

Both dressing up nicely

To impress.

Only to find

Our love

Not quite loving

Not quite caring.

Walking separately.

Reaching and searching

Deep into the stars

On winter nights.

Blinded by a silver moon

That could never reflect

Golden memories

Of those brighter, warmer days.

Could never bring to mind

Our unique sweet love song

And all that madness.

When we first met

And smiled

With that exciting sense of hello.

A token of friendship

That could only grow.

A token of love eventually broken.