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Observational Introspection, lyrics for country, rock, blues & more

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Greetings, my name is John Heavern, from Charlotte, N.C. . I currently have 5 music demos, three of which are videos on youtube. Music for demos created by paid musicians, lyrics & videos created by myself. Youtube link available here. Demos are country, my influences: Roger Waters, Neil Peart, Freddie Mercury, Tommy Shaw. 

I have over 170 complete lyrical poems of various subject matter and disposition I best describe as: "Lyrical poetry of observational introspection", designed to accompany 4/4 musical composition and be “song-friendly”, complete with verses, repeating chorus and bridges. A lot of it’s pretty deep stuff, some humor and love as well.

It is my goal to find that musical ying to my lyrical yang, make the living my/our gift deserves and quit my day job! I have spent thousands of hours and dollars on this obsession, time for it to pay off. Are you in?

 

© 2018 John Heavern         13

S-8/30/18, Mortality

 

Delivered to a world filled with many choices,

Influences wrapped around the sound of many voices.

A natural awareness of a life obliged to end

is not designed to scare us, just prepare us 'round the bend.

 

Ch) It grows, it breathes, demanding our needs,

invested in prospects of deadliest deeds.  

Reactions can test a human mentality

when time can't arrest the grip of mortality.

 

An unexpressive ghost coldly designating

unsuspecting hosts who try denying what's awaiting.

It lurks among the shadows, with no apologies

and ends the chase with fate embraced beside mortality.

 

Ch) It grows, it breathes, demanding our needs,

invested in prospects of deadliest deeds.  

Reactions can test a human mentality

when time can't arrest the grip of mortality.

 

Br) It places time on everything,

from blades of grass to galaxies.

We procreate, continuing

the chain of our fatality.

No matter what the future brings,

we can't escape mortality.

 

Ch) It grows, it breathes, demanding our needs,

invested in prospects of deadliest deeds.  

Reactions can test a human mentality

when time can't arrest the grip of mortality.

 

deeptrope@icloud.com

 

 

© 2018 John Heavern         14

S-8/30/18, Luck

   

Mysteries of lotteries, prohesies and games of chance

dance around the distant ground we've written off to circumstance.

Can't explain but still complain if things have gone astray,

the good and bad of luck's been had when reasons run away.

 

Ch) A bastion of logic departs when it starts

to appear explanations don't sound very smart.

Intelligence wavers, awaiting the favors 

of luck's fickle flavors fate will impart.

Don't need open minds or mystical signs,

good luck seems to find the lucky at heart.

 

Many times our paradigms can fall in line with a guess,

leading to an attitude of unrequestered happiness.

Otherwise, we agonize misfortune as our fate:

perhaps the pleas on bended knees too little or too late.  

 

Ch) A bastion of logic departs when it starts

to appear explanations don't sound very smart.

Intelligence wavers, awaiting the favors 

of luck's fickle flavors fate will impart.

Don't need open minds or mystical signs,

good luck seems to find the lucky at heart.

 

Br) Brightening scenes and dashing dreams,

it never seems to follow

any form considered norm 

or reasonably swallowed.

Luck is tucked away behind,

stuck in superstitious minds

waiting for a fateful sign 

of fortune for tomorrow.

 

Ch) A bastion of logic departs when it starts

to appear explanations don't sound very smart.

Intelligence wavers, awaiting the favors 

of luck's fickle flavors fate will impart.

Don't need open minds or mystical signs,

good luck seems to find the lucky at heart.

 

deeptrope@icloud.com

 

 

© 2018 John Heavern         41

S-9/12/18, Puzzles

 

Br1) People approach them in so many ways,

many subscribed to misguided forays. 

Life conceives cunning, conveniently phrased,

decieivingly sunny, diffident days.

Puzzles can lead to more questions appraised.

 

Puzzles are pieces of tempered resolve

with varied degrees of focus involved.

Desperate ideas are grabbed without care,

cast on the wing of a hope in a prayer.

 

Ch) Puzzling little pieces scattered all about,

concentrate, separate, turn'em inside out.

Puzzles leave impressions customized to feed

clues inside excited minds of possibility.

Anwers wrapped in metaphors, divined creatively.

 

Puzzles becloud others lying around,

confusing illusions of scenery found.

Reason beset by dissonant themes

fantasy fetches and meshes with dreams.

 

Ch) Puzzling little pieces scattered all about,

concentrate, separate, turn'em inside out.

Puzzles leave impressions customized to feed

clues inside excited minds of possibility.

Anwers wrapped in metaphors, divined creatively.

 

Br2) Left by the wayside with practical thought,

sanity stranded and clarity sought

to think along logic's collinear lines,

hopelessly caught in concentric design.

Puzzles are reasonably hard to define.

 

Ch) Puzzling little pieces scattered all about,

concentrate, separate, turn'em inside out.

Puzzles leave impressions customized to feed

clues inside excited minds of possibility.

Anwers wrapped in metaphors, divined creatively.

deeptrope@icloud.com

 

 

 

© 2018 John Heavern         47

S-9/15/18, War

 

Travails throughout our history

have fostered few apologies.

The glories told in days of old

recorded into victory.

No tales availed fatalities.

 

Br) Never sleeping, death is creeping, quietly surrounding

belligerents and innocents as body counts are mounting.

Flying flesh and bullets mesh with screams of agony

as cannons rage and tanks engage appraised artillery.

 

Ch) Just a typical war of attrition,

dressed in abhorred, impossible missions.

Presage precedes hide-and-seeking attacks;

playing for keeps doesn’t sleep or relax.

Many exude of the glories in store

but few truly view hell as dwelling in war.

 

The perpetrators of remorse

have seldom led a battle force,

their courage told but not displayed

as casualties accumulate.

A leader just initiates.

 

Ch) Just a typical war of attrition,

dressed in abhorred, impossible missions.

Presage precedes hide-and-seeking attacks;

playing for keeps doesn’t sleep or relax.

Many exude of the glories in store

but few truly view hell as dwelling in war.

 

Br2) Smoke and thunder soaking under nerves already shaking

aging boys with deadly toys illusion's overtaking.

Trudging dreams through bloody streams, the future of survival

looks forward to pernicious views of war's inborn revival.

 

Ch) Just a typical war of attrition,

dressed in abhorred, impossible missions.

Presage precedes hide-and-seeking attacks;

playing for keeps doesn’t sleep or relax.

Many exude of the glories in store

but few truly view hell as dwelling in war. deeptrope@icloud.com

 

 

© 2018 John Heavern                   4

S-8/21/18, Technology Slaves

 

I lost my phone the other day,

my human contact wiped away.

It serves me right, I misbehaved,

I put technology at bay. 

For what it's worth is hard to say,

my calculator's gone astray.

 

Ch) It seems we've been led down a stream of illusion

to drown in a sea of our data solutions.

The road to the future numerically paved

from the hospital crib to the Google-mapped grave.

The satellites tracking our movement in waves

gives cause to concede we're technology slaves.

 

Br) I'll go to my grave a technology slave,

the future is written in code.

The digital age is more than a phase,

it's carrying personal loads.

The data selected, summed and collected 

will clutter serenity's road.

I don't understand how it got out of hand,

I must be in “Man”-ual mode!

 

Ch) It seems we've been led down a stream of illusion

to drown in a sea of our data solutions.

The road to the future numerically paved

from the hospital crib to the Google-mapped grave.

The satellites tracking our movement in waves

gives cause to concede we're technology slaves.

 

"In God We Trust", a lexicon 

not worth the wood it's printed on.

The dollar's bill is too fargone,

it's eminence, a hanger-on.

Our culpability has dawned

accountable and overdrawn.

 

Ch) It seems we've been led down a stream of illusion

to drown in a sea of our data solutions.

The road to the future numerically paved

from the hospital crib to the Google-mapped grave.

The satellites tracking our movement in waves

gives cause to concede we're technology slaves.

 

deeptrope@icloud.com

 

 

© 2018 John Heavern         1

S-8/19/18, A Metaphor

 

It never seems to go away,

comparisons to paraphrase:

situations I conceive

through happenstance and make-believe.

I´m breeding similarity.

 

Ch) My life is just a metaphor,

evolving as I´m passing through

kaleidoscopes of open doors,

where rhyme and reason rendezvous.

Roles of the past allegorically cast,

exposing emotions in traces of truth.

 

I stray away from similies,

they´re like a common noun,

quite easy to fit in somewhere

but seldom as profound.

I take the time to look around.

 

Ch) My life is just a metaphor,

evolving as I´m passing through

kaleidoscopes of open doors,

where rhyme and reason rendezvous.

Roles of the past allegorically cast,

exposing emotions in traces of truth.

 

Br) The art of self-embellishment,

necessity indeed,

when I´m bored or been ignored

I feel the strongest need.

I don´t know where my candor went

with inhibitions freed,

perhaps behind a state of mind 

that tilts to some degree.

 

Ch) My life is just a metaphor,

evolving as I´m passing through

kaleidoscopes of open doors,

where rhyme and reason rendezvous.

Roles of the past allegorically cast,

exposing emotions in traces of truth. 

 

deeptrope@icloud.com

 

 

 

 

© 2018 John Heavern 1

S-7/14/18, Pride

 

The consequencial impetus

that overcomes a modest man

invites indulgence to assist

as vanity gets out of hand.

A superficial interest plan.

 

Ch1)  It’s stubborn, it’s cruel, the folly of fools,

a game of the mind with irrational rules.

At times it is bursting, bruised or decides

the best or the worst things with whom it resides.

Fit to be tied: decisions of pride.

 

A self-indulgent inner child

of disproportionality 

is prone to go a little wild

when prompted by reality.

A proud perceptability. 

 

Br) It’s good in small doses when aptly applied,

just be on your toes with that slippery pride.

No rest for the weary, leave nothing to hide,

presumptuous theories flaunt pillars of pride.

 

Ch2) A stumble, a fall, the bait for a brawl, 

an awkward attempt to make sense of it all.      

Impassioned behavior is showing a side

that sinner and savior uniquely divide.

Split kinda’ wide on matters of pride.

 

Relationships are seldom free, 

a bumpy ride that can exhaust

purveyors of myopic dreams

who stand alone at any cost.

An egocentric line is crossed.

 

Ch3) A weapon, a brace, a glow on a face,

emotional puzzle not easy to place.

Confidence grows in a singular tide

as emptiness flows into feelings denied.

Loneliness cried in puddles of pride.

 

deeptrope@icloud.com

 

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I like your rhymes, though like mine some of the lines could be shorter to allow for better flow, other then that I'm a fan of them all. Excellent!

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Very good poetry, but I'm not sure what type of music would work with them - progressive rock, maybe?

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