Johnny B Goode

Oh Johnny! Oh Johnny! Oh won't you be good?!
You never do aught that you ought, that you should.
There's one thing I ask that you grant, if you would...
Thus your mom named you, so Johnny B Goode!

Countdown

Tickety tock!  Goes expert clock,
Which keeps the time, counts down to naught.
Frightening those bereft and fraught.
Tarry ye not.  So says the clock.

Seeking opposites

Those seeking dark places grow brilliantly bright;
Those seeking the brightness, will never find light.

Rock & Roll

Just take them old records down off of the shelf.
I'll be sitting and listening all by myself.
Today's type of music just hasn't the soul,
So go on and say it, "Man, you're getting old!"

So call me old-fashioned, whatever you will.
And say that I'm ancient and over the hill.
Today's type of music ain't got the same soul,
So play me that old school, they rock and they roll!

I guess the spirit grabbed and moved ya,
Occupied and overthrew ya.
'Cause you don't care for music, do ya?
But heard you singing:  hallelujah!

Lament for Vendetta

Do you remember the fifth of November:
The gunpowder treasonous plot?
The harvesting season that witnessed the scheming,
The powder that failed to be shot.
And then did defame him, and draw, quarter, hang him:
The sentence that mercy forgot.
On the fifth we remember, the callous dissenter,
That failed in his villainous plot.

How to Save a Life

Had I known to save a life,
I would've stayed with you all night.
Kept vigil 'til the morning light,
To keep away what brings such fright.

The dark does march in step with strife.
Its soldiers march for you tonight.
But don't lose heart, 'cause we just might
Know what it takes to save a life.