Friday, December 26, 2003

If you think it's in the bag, think again. This one's for you:

My Will

There was a time when little Will would walk upon the line
Knowing well he was the one and all he had was time
Walking home one sunny day he came across a muse
Telling him to save the day before he was accused

(Obituary)
Paperboy, hey paperboy, what is the news today
Says it here they’re looking for the one who got away
They say it was the will of one who didn’t take the fall
Looking at the very end, I chose to make the call

(Reading of the will)
We gather all together, like children in the yard
Really showing sadness, pretending to the heart
Cry for me and laugh for me it really will be you
You’ll be the one who’ll take the prize; it will be one of you

(The guilt)
It was I!!! I was the one; I can’t believe its true
Being good was all I did and all I get is blue
Never thought that blue would be the part that would prevail
Looking back it does reveal that all I did was fail

Copyright 2003, Jose Antonio Gonzalez
All rights reserved

Wednesday, December 24, 2003

Written a year ago for my maker's birhtday in rememberence of him, and it goes like this:

The Gift

The sufferin' of the earth was there
For all to see and be aware
Of the love that someone could reveal
It makes you think, it makes feel the truth...

Samples of the purest form
Unknown to man, out of the norm of love

A simple trade he came from there
A simple man wanting to share
The knowledge of our deepest fears
The meaning of our life so dear we hold

Can't you hear...the message here?
A gift the king will share with you
It goes on and on and on and on, on and on and on and on and on...
Until every soul on earth will know
The reason for the blood to flow

Comfortable in our life, while others struggle to survive
They make us feel above the rest
A sickness that will make us fes...ter
In doom...
He taught us never to give in
To ways of sin that would bring in the end

And even if I was to sin, I could repent and be within the truth...
It goes on and on and on and on, on and on and on and on and on...
Until every soul on earth will know, the reason for the gift to grow!!!


Friday, December 12, 2003

A work of words written mostly by a close friend, Marty... And it goes like this:

everynight I sit here waiting, wish upon a star
as the night rolls in to close the night
I wonder where you are
everynight I sit here waiting,hoping I will find
The answers I've been looking for
and give me peace of mind

Here I am alone again,Here I am, and you're so far
as I hear the sounds of the city, and the whole world rushes by
the only sound I feel...is the sound of my lonely guitar

everynight I sit here dreaming, thinking of a time
all we had but all it was...was only in my mind
I still sit here wandering, what it is to be
the one who's sweet caress you give wishing it was me

well I'm lost, no one can find me
I'm so lost and you're so far away
as I stand alone in the city and cold wind rushes by
the only sound that I feel
is the sound of my breaking heart

Thursday, December 11, 2003

This next song was written in 1995. It was picked up by BMI but never recorded. Here' goes:
E C G C
Room for a night, Room for a lifetime
Right between a junkie and the moon
Monty's just a junkie, the moon I know so well
But I'm worried abut the other one
Who's voice just wouldn't sell...can't you tell

He sits there smoking no name, looking up at the sky
He turns around, without a sound
He's a true friend of mine

We tried to watch the news today, through the sirens and the shells
While a man in blue kept watching us, like a dog after a smell

Let's blame the ones with no carreers
For that they'll have to pay
By leaving them in alley's way
At least just for today...so they say

E C
On the downtown painful blues within(X4)

The streets are grey, the sky is blue
People around, no life in sight
I guess I'll take a 'lude and sing about the

E C
Downtown Painful Blues Within(X4)

Second the motion and give me what I deserve
I'll sing all day with life's decay
And what's today, another day... among the

Chorus

Tuesday, December 02, 2003

One of my Favorite selections written back in 1993 goes like this:
Personal Suicide
E G
Take me to the ocean
C G
Take me to the sea
E G
Somewhere far from here
C G
Far from reality

I used to laugh, I used to cry
I used to share the sun
Now I try to compromise
Before I use my Gun

E G C G
This is................ My own Personal Suicide(X2)

I Know the only freedom
Is the coward way to die
You don't understand the life at hand
So please just step aside

The window seems to close now
I can barely hear the rain
My mind is black, I feel the lack of pain
C G
In my Brain.........(X4)

This is my own Personal Suicide(X4)