HIM

Him
Rupert Holmes

Over by the window, there's a pack of cigarettes.
Not my brand you understand,
Sometimes the girl forgets
She forgets to hide them
I know who left those smokes behind
She'll say, oh, he's just a friend,
And I'll say, oh, I'm not blind
to..

(chorus)
Him him him, what's she gonna do about him?
She's gonna have to live without him,
It's him or it's me, me me,
No one gets to get it for free
It's me or it's him.

Don't know what he looks like,
Don't know who he is.
Don't know why she thought that I
would say what's mine is his.
I dont want to own her,
But I can't let her have it both ways.
Three is one too many of us,
She leaves with me or stays
with..

(chorus)

Him him him, what's she gonna do about Him?
She's gonna have to live without him,
It's him or it's me, me me,
No one gets to get it for free
It's me or it's him.

If she wants him she can have him,
Just exactly how we once were,
Its goodbye to he and I,
and back to me and her,
Without..

(chorus)
Him, him, him, what's she gonna do about him?
She's gonna have to live without him,
It's him or it's me, me, me,
No one gets to get it for free,
Time for me to make the girl see,
It's me or it's him.

(repeat chorus)

MR. DIEINGLY SAD

Just a breeze will muss your hair
But you smile away each little care
And if the rain should make you blue
You say tomorrow is anew
Blue be your eyes, blonde your hair
You realize beyond a care
Life's in a hurry, but
You've got no worry, you're
So mystifyingly glad
I'm Mr. Dieingly Sad

And when the leaves begin to fall
Answering old winter's call
I feel my tears, they fall like rain
Weeping forth the sad refrain
Blue, dark, and dim it may seem
You mark a grin, a moonbeam
Brightens your smile, pray tell me
How all the while you can be
So mystifyingly glad
I'm Mr. Dieingly Sad

You say, take my hand and walk with me
Wake this land and stop the sea
Show me love, unlock
All doors
I'm yours

Then the tide rolls up to shore
I whisper low, I love you more
More than even you could know
Adore me do so I could show

I'm so mystifyingly glad
Not Mr. Dieingly Sad
(Mr. Dieingly Sad)
Mr. Dieingly Sad

SUMMER BREEZE

See the curtains hanging in the window
In the evening on a Friday night
A little light a-shining through the window
Lets me know every thing's all right

/ Em G / D A E C / :

{Refrain}
Summer breeze, makes me feel fine
Blowing through the jasmine in my mind
Summer breeze, makes me feel fine
Blowing through the jasmine in my mind

/ Am - Bm - / C - G - / :

See the paper laying on the sidewalk
A little music from the house next door
So I walk on up to the door step
Through the screen and across the floor

{Refrain}

Sweet days of summer, the jasmine's in bloom
July is dressed up and playing her tune
When I come home from a hard day's work
And you're waiting there, not a care in the world

/ Em C Em C / / Am - Bm - / /

See the smile a waiting in the kitchen
Food cooking and the plates for two
Feel the arms that reach out to hold me
In the evening when the day is through

{Refrain}

MRS. ROBINSON

And here's to you, Mrs. Robinson,
Jesus loves you more than you will know (Wo wo wo).
God bless you, please, Mrs. Robinson,
Heaven holds a place for those who pray (Hey hey hey, hey hey hey).

We'd like to know
A little bit about you
For our files.
We'd like to help you learn
To help yourself.
Look around you. All you see
Are sympathetic eyes.
Stroll around the grounds
Until you feel at home.

And here's to you, Mrs. Robinson,
Jesus loves you more than you will know (Wo wo wo).
God bless you, please, Mrs. Robinson,
Heaven holds a place for those who pray (Hey hey hey, hey hey hey).

Hide it in a hiding place
Where no one ever goes.
Put it in your pantry with your cupcakes.
It's a little secret,
Just the Robinsons' affair.
Most of all, you've got to hide it
from the kids.

Coo coo ca-choo, Mrs. Robinson,
Jesus loves you more than you will know (Wo wo wo).
God bless you, please, Mrs. Robinson,
Heaven holds a place for those who pray (Hey hey hey, hey hey hey).

Sitting on a sofa
On a Sunday afternoon,
Going to the candidates' debate,
Laugh about it,
Shout about it,
When you've got to choose,
Every way you look at it, you lose.

Where have you gone, Joe DiMaggio?
A nation turns its lonely eyes to you (Woo woo woo).
What's that you say, Mrs. Robinson?
"Joltin' Joe has left and gone away" (Hey hey hey, hey hey hey).

SILENCE IS GOLDEN

Oh don't it hurt deep inside
To see someone do something to her
Oh don't it pain to see someone cry
How especially if that someone is her

Silence is golden, but my eyes still see
Silence is golden, golden, but my eyes still see

Talking is cheap people follow like sheep
Even though there is no where to go
How could she tell he decieved her so well
Pity she'll be the last one to know

Silence is golden, but my eyes still see
Silence is golden, golden, but my eyes still see

....

How many times will she fall for his lines
Should I tell her or should I be cool
And if I tried I know she'd say I lied
Mind your business don't hurt her you fool

Silence is golden, but my eyes still see
Silence is golden, golden, but my eyes still see
but my eyes still see
but my eyes still see

CRIMSON AND CLOVER

Now I don't hardly know her
But I think I could love her
Crimson and clover

Ah
Well if she come walkin' over
Now I been waitin' to show her
Crimson and clover
Over and over

Yeah
My mind's such a sweet thing
I wanna do everything
What a beautiful feeling
Crimson and clover
Over and over

Crimson and clover, over and over

I THINK I LOVE YOU

REASONS

Now, I'm craving your body,
is this real
Temperatures rising, I don't want to feel
I'm in the wrong place to be real
Woahh and I'm; longing to love you
just for a night,
Kissing and hugging and holding you tight
Please let me love you
with all my might

Reasons, the reasons that we hear,
The reasons that we fear
our feelings a-won't disappear

Oooh! And- after the love game has been played
All our illusions were just a parade
And all the reasons start to fade

(Layering Chorus)
LA-LA-LA-ETC
After all our reasons why
All the reasons were a lie
After all the reasons lo-ove was ne'er decide

And, longing to love you for one night
Please let me love you with all of my might, baaaaby
OOOHHH, Baby!

Reasons, the reasons that we hear,
The reasons that we fear
our feelings a-won't disappear

Oooh! And after the love games have been played
All our illusions were just a parade
And all the reasons start to fade

And, in the morning when I rise,
no longer feeling hynotized
For no reasons, our reasons, our reasons
have no pri-ii-de

(Layering Chorus)
LA-LA-LA-ETC
After all the reasons why
All of the reasons were a lie
After all the reasons lo-ove was ne'er decide

(Phillips last solo) Heeehhhhh, Ooooh, yeaahhh, Oohhh Baby,
I can't find the reasons
That my love won't disappear
Can't find the reasons
Why I love you ,my baby, my dear
Can't find the reasons
Wanna love you all night
Can't find the reasons
Gotta squeeze ya, real tight
Can't find the reasons
Baby- yeah,
For my tears
Can't find the reasons
Why I love ya....(fade to black)

El niño que vió el sol

El tema de ésta pequeña narración fue sugerido por Amando (un compañero del Foro de literatura .com) al cual me he unido recientemente. Qué lo disfruten!!

Sintió el viento sobre su rostro y le resultó más refrescante que otras veces, escuchó con atención la suave música de aquel oscuro y dulce entorno, a su corta edad había aprendido a mirar a través del alma, su ceguera no era más poderosa que su voluntad. Desde muy pequeño comenzó a soñar, animado por las fantásticas historias que su madre le contaba, sabía de genios que salían de lámparas dispuestos a cumplir deseos, también de hadas que con sus hechizos transformaban cualquier realidad, y por supuesto; sabía de Dios, sólo que a este último no lo entendía.

Nunca antes había sentido este fuego que provenía de lo más profundo de sus vísceras, la conformidad lo acompañaba desde siempre pero parecía que hoy lo abandonaba, ¿cómo sería el cielo?, ¿cómo serían los colores?, ¿por qué la oscuridad en presencia de la luz?, ¿por qué a él?.

Uno, dos, tres… caminaba mientras contaba los siete pasos que lo separaban de aquél rincón en donde su madre acostumbraba rezar. Dudó por un instante, pero no, decidió proseguir, lo había pensado mucho como para desistir. Juntó todas sus fuerzas y tembloroso, más por rabia que por miedo, se arrodilló frente al altar.

- - ¡creaste el cielo y la tierra!,- gritó- ¡hiciste la luz y te olvidaste de dármela!, ¡te llevaste a mi padre!, ¡dime por qué!. Dios: ¡si tú eres bueno y poderoso sólo una cosa te pido!: permíteme ver tu más bella creación, permíteme ver… el rostro de mi madre.

El llanto ahogó sus lamentos, y haciendo acopio de valor respiró profundamente para contener la ira y el remordimiento súbito por haber afrentado a Dios. Mucho más valor necesitó la madre para sofocar su llanto. Sigilosa había observado la escena, en ella no había rabia si no dolor, un dolor agudo, intenso, taladrante. ¿Cuántas veces ella había recriminado al creador?, ¡con qué alegría se sacaría los ojos si con eso su pequeño pudiera ver el sol!, ¡cuánta impotencia! ¿Cómo complacer el deseo tan sublime de su hijo?...

Uno, dos, tres… contaba mientras recorría el pasillo hacia el comedor, la cena estaba servida, el olor a panecillos recién horneados inundaba el ambiente, con cuidado el pequeño jaló la silla de madera y lentamente se sentó, el sabor del chocolate caliente le pareció más delicioso que nunca y aquellos panecillos rellenos de miel que su madre con tanto amor había preparado parecieron aliviar sus penas.

La noche era fría casi gélida, la madre vistió al pequeño con un pijama de franela y se recostó junto a su niño, le dio un tierno beso y acarició su cabello mientras lo invitaba a soñar contándole esas maravillosas historias de genios y hadas, solo que esa noche ella era la protagonista de los cuentos, en el mundo de la fantasía, ella era un hada bondadosa que combatía la oscuridad con panecillos mágicos.

Tres días más tarde hallaron los cuerpos inertes. Yacían uno junto al otro fundidos en un cálido abrazo, la expresión facial denotaba tranquilidad, había paz en el rostro de la madre, la paz que provoca la misión cumplida. La sonrisa dibujada en el pálido rostro del pequeño daba cuenta de que tal vez, ese dulce veneno sabor miel había logrado cumplir su más ferviente anhelo.