Paint Your Palette Blue And Gray

Okay folks,

Vincent said he doesn’t mind me pinching his painting for this post.

I guess it belongs to some museum now?

I should Google.

Anyway,

I’ve been laboring over lyrics.

Maybe if I stop laboring, the words will fall into place?

Just one line that’s still bugging me.

Well, 2 lines, but the one in blue is what I’m hoping to get some direction on today.

“Do You Dream”

1.
do you dream in shades of green
and whirlin’ twirlin’ tangerine
floatin’ in a summer sunset sky
orange holding hands with blue
to paint a starry night for you
crimson cotton candy ‘way up high
diamonds dancin’ in the milky way
gold unfolding through the day.

2.
do you dream of you ‘n me
growin’ grapes and apple trees,
yummy peas ‘n beans ‘n corn, ‘n such
waterin’ deep when days are dry
pullin’ weeds as years roll by
fertilizin’ everything with love
cozy together, come what may
hugs and kisses every day

do you dream the dream I do
pretty little dream for me and you
do you dream the dream I do?

3.
do you dream of everyone
every soul beneath the sun
hangin’ out in peace and harmony
symphonies of sweet guitars
and voices lighting up the stars
(bla, bla, bla, bla, bla, bla, bla, bla, blee)
smiling faces everywhere we go
sweetest dream we’ll ever know

do you dream the dream I do
pretty little dream for me and you
do you dream the dream I do?

do you dream the dream I do
pretty little dream for me and you
do you dream the dream I do?

Okay peeps, (and Vincent) do any of the lines in the poll below make sense to rhyme with “hangin’ out in peace and harmony?”

The poll allows you to vote for up to 2 choices.

Your vote and any additonal input in a comment would be very very welcome, as I’m going into the studio soon with this.

Thanks!

Love, Jannie

xoxoxoxo

Up My Tree

Hello.

I am hiding under my blanket as I write this so the marshmallow goblins don’t get me.

Anyway, if you are 1 of the 5 peeps who won a poetry book, whooo-hoo.

And if you are not 1 of the 5 peeps, whooo-hoo.

If you did your dishes lately, whooo-hoo.

If you like shrimp scampi, whooo-hoo.

If you’re a vegetarian, whooo-hoo.

If your socks match, whooo-hoo.

If you like life, whooo-hoo.

If you dance, whooo-hoo.

If you sing, whoo-hoo.

Whoooooo-hooooo.

Whoooo-hoooo.

Whooo-hooo.

xxooxxoo

Imagined From My Songwriting Chair While Listening To Neighborhood Construction

The workmen one street over

are bouncing on pogo sticks

atop slabs awaiting framing.

They are constantly singing,

earlier Leonard Cohen mostly.

Sometimes Neil Diamond.

Occasional Madonna.

Now they are beating drums

and marching, the guy with the

nail gun spinning cartwheels,

the one dressed as Snow White

twirling dual flaming batons

and contemplating sequins.

Whooo-hoooo. I’m back in Friday Flash Fiction 55 Land for THE G-MAN, who is having SO much winter fun lately!!

xoxoxo