Sunday, August 6, 2017


Fine sweet songs were playing on the                          jukebox
And she was dancing in the moonlight
As the full moon shone across 
                the calm bay  of midsummer.
So I fell in love and wrote this song.

I wrote the song in the parking lot
In this rural hotel,
And now I'm doing something 
I'm posting the recording of
                    the song
I made as I was writing it
So the recording is flawed;
I can't understand many of the words
                    I wrote.
I must have the lyrics around here
                    somewhere, I hope
                     I hope 

Still I want to publish this song
                     before I lose it                    
The song has quality
However badly it was recorded

Please indulge me,
I promise I'll record it professionally
Right now all I have is a half 
                        broken heart
And a remnant of verses from midnight

                        in a holy place.

(C) 2017 by W.G. Milne
      Johnny Rock and the Angels

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