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Come Out From Down Under...Rise Up !!-by-Matthew F. Blowers III
Come out and rise up from
your down under land,
tearing your doubts and failures
asunder and stand
like the star that you are,
with your well worn guitar
baptized in the applause
of many thundering hands.
Each song starts
with one note
plus blunders unplanned,
each chord finds progressions
till they meet your demands
then each vocal and lyric
starts to flow and expand,
in your journey to find
music's sweet wonderland.
Millions traveled its path
over decades of time,
many fell by the wayside
as they failed to find,
the key that fit perfectly
to all listeners ears,
you are part of a legacy
you must play
through your fears.
Even Elvis had flops
David Bowie faced losses
with his first albums hung
round his neck.... albatrosses,
but their hunger persisted
chasing hits but more cautious,
till their names brought them fame
and their music was flawless.
There are ten million artists
all trying to achieve
the top of a long list
though many find grief,
but the joy of making music
brings each one some relief
and the ones that will make it
bleed for what they believe.
Every song starts with one note
make each one noteworthy,
till your fingers are calloused
and your eyesight grows blurry
never settling for less
never trying to hurry
till you have a song list
that makes your fans all scurry
to hear your next tune
but you've got to stay thirsty.
Don't rest on your laurels
they become crowns of thorns,
each souls muse is a demon
and they cannot be scorned,
there are bands who have vanished
and their fans do not mourn
those concerts where they offered
the same old songs, tired and worn.
I speak from experience
I'm one of ten million
who is still not a star
I'm just a musical civilian,
but I write music daily
and I'm ready and willing,
though that wonderland
escapes me
my life's still fulfilling,
out there hustling the crowds
playing bars and pavilions.
And maybe someday
if fate blesses my dreams
I'll see you backstage
in a room that is green,
as we both share top billings
that we haven't yet seen
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By Art~Whimsically YoursCome out and rise up from
your down under land,
tearing your doubts and failures
asunder and stand
like the star that you are,
with your well worn guitar
baptized in the applause
of many thundering hands.
Each song starts
with one note
plus blunders unplanned,
each chord finds progressions
till they meet your demands
then each vocal and lyric
starts to flow and expand,
in your journey to find
music's sweet wonderland.
Millions traveled its path
over decades of time,
many fell by the wayside
as they failed to find,
the key that fit perfectly
to all listeners ears,
you are part of a legacy
you must play
through your fears.
Even Elvis had flops
David Bowie faced losses
with his first albums hung
round his neck.... albatrosses,
but their hunger persisted
chasing hits but more cautious,
till their names brought them fame
and their music was flawless.
There are ten million artists
all trying to achieve
the top of a long list
though many find grief,
but the joy of making music
brings each one some relief
and the ones that will make it
bleed for what they believe.
Every song starts with one note
make each one noteworthy,
till your fingers are calloused
and your eyesight grows blurry
never settling for less
never trying to hurry
till you have a song list
that makes your fans all scurry
to hear your next tune
but you've got to stay thirsty.
Don't rest on your laurels
they become crowns of thorns,
each souls muse is a demon
and they cannot be scorned,
there are bands who have vanished
and their fans do not mourn
those concerts where they offered
the same old songs, tired and worn.
I speak from experience
I'm one of ten million
who is still not a star
I'm just a musical civilian,
but I write music daily
and I'm ready and willing,
though that wonderland
escapes me
my life's still fulfilling,
out there hustling the crowds
playing bars and pavilions.
And maybe someday
if fate blesses my dreams
I'll see you backstage
in a room that is green,
as we both share top billings
that we haven't yet seen