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Streetwalkin' (lyrics)
This was an amalgamation of thoughts, ideas, experiences, images, and people based on my multiple times of having to live on the streets and other generally homeless periods of my life. I really like this song, both the lyrics and the music for it, but my voice just can't do it the justice of what I hear in my head, and I hope some day I can find someone who can, who would be willing to sing and record it for me some day. I think I wrote it around '94-'95 ish.
This piece I composed of my memories and feelings from the multiple times I lived on the streets AND when I was doing well, but saw others I had known, still on the streets.
Ironically, though this is one of my favorite songs, I've not been happy with my singing of it, and I can't seem to find where I've a usable recoding. I may make one shortly, even though I'm still unhappy with my poor vocal capabilities.
UPDATE: I went ahead and made a quick (and very rough) recording of the song and uploaded it to my server in mp3 format.
If you want to hear it while you read the lyrics, click this link to listen to it:
Streetwalkin' (rough recording)
;-P
WARNING: Be sure to don peril sensitive listening devices before hearing. I'm a pretty poor singer unfortunately, and I haven't practiced this piece in a long time. But I hope that I get the gist across at least. I think with a good musician this would be a nice song.
Streetwalkin' (c) 1992-2009 by Hawke
My eyes climb through
the craggy rifts and valleys,
towers and highways,
of her weather beaten face.
My heart feels for
the deep scars and furrows,
welts and bruises,
of her hammered grace.
Ooooh, don't you see?
Ooooh, won't you feel?
They're everywhere,
but invisible,
to the cold eyes
staying within themselves
The selfish lives
staining their own souls.
Seeing only the narrow point
of their own goals.
Ignoring the other's please for kindness
and trampling yet another under.
Please let me have the strength
not to close my heart.
I feel
uncertain, like many
of what exactly is my point?
(I) see them limp along
hand holding grubby child's hand
calling out to anyone
just to help them stand.
One cowers in a corner
shelter made of plastic,
but there still is power,
though calloused under,
many layers of bootprints
on face and back
they still survive
just a little longer
just a little longer.
A BMW drives on by
driver's nose pointing to the sky.
She doesn't let herself see
the little girl sittingon the curb,
who does cry.
Who does cry?
Missing her parents
who are no longer around.
Gunned down.
In the alley way
just because they had a jacket
that some coked out wacko wanted to sell.
Ooooh, won't you see?
Ooooh, can't you feel?
Please let me have the strength
not to close my heart.
I feel
uncertain, like many
of what exactly is my point?
The dark clouds gather
and empty their deluge
washing away
the filth and sundry sewage.
The little girl looks up,
tears mingling with rain.
She's closing her heart,
so she won't feel the pain.
Then someone blocks her view
of the overcast sky.
An older bearded man,
with a smily very wry.
She sees his tattered cuffs
but sees the compassion
even through the gruff.
He extends his hand
out to her.
And thus slows down,
the scarring and closing.
Caused by another
dirty town.
Ooooh, can you see?
Ooooh, do you feel?
Please let me have the strength
not to close my heart.
I feel uncertain, like many.
Of what exactly is my part.
What can I do, to help stop the pain?
Where do I turn to stop all the drain?
of all the lost souls, down the gutter,
with that gangrenous rain.
Please let me have the strength
not to close my heart.
I feel uncertain, like many.
Of what exactly is my part.
my part
my part
my part. I did a recording in November 2005. It's not very good, alas, my singing is far from adequate. And I had a sore throat then too. But it hopefully gets the rough idea apart of it's potential. Please feel free to comment (other than my crappy singing, and less than stellar guitar trying to sing and play at the same time). ;-)
Streetwalkin Guitar and Vocals 2005-11-19
