Random scribblings -- poems, song lyrics, novel excerpts, maybe a short story a time or two, possibly even a drawing once in a while, an occasional rant -- from the last 25 years or so, with no claim made for their merit or value, simply a demonstration of their existence.
Wednesday, December 14, 2011
Key of Regret
The birds are already singing
But it ain't really morning yet
And every note and trill just goes to tell
That D is the key of regret
I don't know when I first learned it
But it's one of those things you never do forget
Probably it was the jukebox that taught me
That D is the key of regret
Two strangers were talking
And they asked if I could help them
settle a bet
I said I didn't know for sure if it was
Leonard Cohen or Gram Parsons
But I knew for sure that D is the
key of regret
In some dark corner of some dark bar
Someone maybe you've never
even met
Is sitting by their lonesome wondering
where you are
And if you know that D is the
key of regret
It was right when I went to call
that number
And only then that I did begin
to suspect
That you preferred to do another
Known as "D is the Key of Regret"
When I said I could love you
You know you weren't supposed to take that as a threat
Now you know that all real songs are olf
And that D is the key of regret
Sometimes in a dark night, I think on all I've done
And I remember things not done yet
Then I pick up my guitar and it plays for me
D is the key of regret
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