Diamonds

Diamonds (lyrics)

In a paper maché prison
The stars began to dance
Dried out of emotion
My head was in a trance
Outside two men were drinking
And singing a song I knew too well
My mother sang it to me
The day I rose and the day I fell

They sang: (Refrain)
Diamonds are quite pretty
But pretty things are worth nothing
Foolish people fall in love
With those who love to use
So quit chasing after diamonds
You'll get nothing that you lack
You'll throw away the world
And sell the diamond to get it back

I was playing down by the corner
When I got into this mess
Someone once did tell me
Heaven wears pretty blue dress
She walked over so slowly
I felt like was at the bottom of the sea
My friends did try to warn me
Oh how they pleaded to me

They sang: (Refrain)

Every time I woke up
I thought I'd escaped from the dream
But then I'd turn my head to the right
And there she would be smiling
I ran into a brick wall
Set fire to all my clothes
Jumped out of a building
Trying to get away from the diamond that was Rose

(Refrain)

And the moral of this story
I've already said three times
As I sit inside my prison
Selling pennies for wooden dimes
And outside still two men are drinking
Singing a song I know too well
My mother sang it to me
The day I rose and the day I fell

They sing: (Refrain)

Copyright March, 2003

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From my 4th songbook, "Lost and Found."

Yesterday You Were a Mountain

"Yesterday You Were a Mountain but Today You're Just a Stone" (Lyrics)

Send declarations to the head swine
Tell 'em a new gunfighter's in town
Break promises like dealt cards
On the house another round
Keep a finger on your pulse
Pay your respects to the dead
Climb a peak and hear a wise man
Then forget every word he said

Build castles out of tree trunks
Dig trenches in the sand
Go to a foreign country
Fresh blood's in high demand
Strange rain clouds all around us
With eight-hundred pound drops
Splashing flames and spilling brains
And burning down all the crops

Send the flowers to the grievers
Take the idols from the throne
Yesterday you were a mountain
But today you're just a stone

Paint me up a hero
And set me loose on the ground
Tell my baby that I love her
And put a mussel on the hound
Kiss the princess of the phonebook
Take pin and scratch her name
Yesterday she was a woman
But tonight she'll be my dame

Hear the rattle of a nightstick
Within a noir dream
Send the letter to the governor
Telling him I won't redeem
Throw pennies at a rich man
And brick shards at the blind
Sell your arms to octopuses
It's not like anyone will mind

Send the flowers to the grievers
Take the idols from the throne
Yesterday you were a mountain
But today you're just a stone

Send a pipeline to the devil
Take a shovel to the bones
Buy a hundred million rebels
Send them all to Davy Jones
Give the balladeers my wishes
When you feed them to the lions
You can put a price tag on religion
But you can't make coal out of diamonds

Pat the backs of your opponents
Put another plaque on the wall
Start up another movement
Then leave the bandwagon in stall
Toss postcards in the trashcan
Take up living like a mole
When you're everything that you once hated
Then I guess it's time to roll

Send the flowers to the grievers
Take the idols from the throne
Yesterday you were a mountain
But today you're just a stone

Copyright February, 2003

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From my 4th song book:

"Little Ways Down The Road"

"Little Ways Down The Road" (Lyrics)

Father there's no need for shouting
No need to call for me
Father there's no need for shouting
No need to call for me
I'm only a little ways down the road
I'm dreaming 'bout a lady from the hidden coves
Just let me sleep away my troubles in the apple grove
Lord, there's no need to call for me

Mamma I've done all you asked me to
No need to call for me
Mamma I've done all you asked me to
No need to call for me
I'm only a little ways down the road
Helping another mamma with a heavier load
She got them baby-wide eyes that make ya-mind explode
Lord, there's no need to call for me

Sister why you got to play that card
Don't-cha even start with me
Sister why you got to pry so hard
There's nothing more then what you see
I'm only a little ways down the road
Every prince you kiss, he turns into a toad
Go ahead bid all your money but I'll probably fold
Lord, there's no need to call for me

(Bridge)
Oh, I've been feeling like a chayote in sand box lately
Every time you break my thought
Some people only want to hear the grass grow - frankly
I want something that can't be bought
And no I haven't figured out what it is yet baby
But I'll let you know when I do
Cause you can sleep as long Rip Van Winkle
But that wont make a dream come true

Father there's no need for shouting
No need to call for me
Father there's no need for shouting
No need to call for me
I'm only a little ways down the road
I'm grieving for a lady from the hidden coves
Just let me sleep away my troubles in the apple grove
Lord, there's no need to call for me

Copyright 2002 Cory Capron

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First Performed at No Shame Theater.

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Bones and Dust is a place where you can read various things I have written over the years. It's a place where I can air out some of my backlog and you can read things that would either stay on my shelf for an indefinite future or perhaps really never see the light of day. For the time being this will be used to publish older material and thus may not represent my current abilities or interest. In the future I may decide to use it to publish recent works of poetry, lyrics and prose. I'll just have to see how it goes.

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