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“Drops in the Ocean” – Song Writing Pacific Competition Winner, Forest Sun
29 Friday Jun 2012
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I love Forest Sun and this just became my favorite song of his. It is filled with soul, love, angst, pain, and existential wonderment. It cannot be contended that this man his lived life in pursuit of that which he loves.
Forest Sun
The Doves down in South Austin
Still wake me in the mourn
You said so long, and how you gone
And your hearts just a little bit torn
Everybody came and went
Now all the moneys spent
Got no house, got no rent
Tried so hard didn’t even make a dent
You can’t decide if your on the fence
That night in jail must have been heaven sent
Just to make us laugh,wonder at that and loves great big ocean
So much love we barely slept
So much love with no regrets
So much love we payed off our debts
We dove right in and we got wet
In the Ocean (x2)
Loves great big ocean, we dove right in.
I bought a western shirt, you know the kind with snaps?
The trumpet plays, playing taps
It’s hard to force yourself to relax
When the future holds pending dooms
And the woman I left in San Fransisco
She’s still crying to her pillow
4 years, like a blanket rapped around her shoulders
She’s still wishing, that I’d hold her
And I wouldn’t mind, wouldn’t mind
Have you ever seen your reflection in a tear
Rolling down on a freckled chin?
Have you ever had days feel like weeks?
And days feel like weeks?
Well I drink scotch and play backgammon
Till I couldn’t keep my eyes open
Tried to let her go, but I couldn’t help hoping for a chance at what we never had
How we’re throwing out the good with the bad
I’m still smiling, she’s still sad
And we’re both just drops in the Ocean
In the Ocean (x2)
Drops in the Ocean, its all we are
Drops in the Ocean (x2)
Loves great big ocean.
Well the water forms around the porch-screen door
Wonder what I’m still sitting here for
Put my feet up the wall, lay down on the floor
Maybe play a little piano
But the water won’t start so I better start swimming
Tears well us, I better keep grinnin’
The crowd shows up better start singin’ about loves great big ocean
My best friends down in Mexico
Wonder how he’s downin, wonder if he knows
That I spent the night in a cheap motel by the side of the ocean
Except cheap motels aren’t cheap anymore
65 bucks and the toilet wouldn’t flush
And the TV didn’t even have a remote
Still it felt just like a home
Out on the ocean carried on a boat
Out on the ocean
Drifting on the ocean
Floating on the ocean
Sailing on the ocean carried on a boat
Well I got up early, went to bed late
Some folks think it’s great, some folks can’t relate
Some folks dance with the devil I’d rather dance with my fate
And take the muses out to dinner
We had gospel burners down in Orleans
Don’t come by later, guess I’ll see ya
Somewhere down the night
Don’t worry about me I’ll be fine
Just tell me your trouble, make me laugh
I was sleepin’ on your couch for a week and a half
I need to jump into spring and roll in the grass
Wonder how long I can last
In this ocean (x2)
Loves great big ocean
Come on in, waters fine
And I don’t mind
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Ghosts and Dreams
07 Wednesday Dec 2011
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By Kevin Alan Lamb
I’ll sleep when I’m dead in the earth, for now I’ll continue to change the world with my words
Voices travel, like flocks of fluttering birds unravel
Moral premises disconnect from their creator, only to disseminate upon those with open ears willing to hear and be lifted by them later
More than ever I am connected with the beat of my heart
Simultaneously, blood is pumped through my veins while my electrons stimulate art
The only measurable success in this life is what you offer to the world and thus leave behind
For centuries men have sought buried treasures that they were never able to find
Because treasure in the form of riches, is like a wound trying to heal without stitches
Despite its best effort to unite, gravity and motion pull it apart like a decrepit frater in the ocean
Only with sacrifice do we discover that all we need lies in the senses of another
Love to be felt, beauty to illuminate the iris, and pheromones to infatuate the soul
A heart cannot be whole until it experiences pain
Love always seems to be the goal, yet these days, I forget all of their names
Smiling beautiful visages will come and they will go, but for true love, there is only one I am willing to know
She will find me on my quest for the cosmos and accompany me if she is to be the one I love the most
Lost love is but a ghost, like a ship lost at sea, revealed to the world, only as it drifts back to the coast
Our lives are both decorated and plagued by the ones we wished to be by our side
Our hearts grow stronger in each moment of anagnorisis: they weren’t the one we were meant to find
Determinism and fate lend to a silly game of predator and bate
But enlightenment, is as simple as the recognition of the possibility in all things, both spectacular and tragic
Each breath we take is further proof of the existence of magic
Be the magician and let your life be your greatest performance
Be the dreamer that entered this world pure, so long as you embody the diligence realizing dreams warrants.
Changing of the Tides
15 Friday Apr 2011
Posted in Poetry, The Dying Romantic
It insists upon growing
The degree to which I want to hold you
Too many things I can show you
But you will have to earn it
I will not simply fall into your arms
No matter how sweet your charm
Harm still is forewarned at the surface
Danger my mind screams
It is coming through my dreams
My heart forgets what I have seen
How childish it can be
Broken but remaining one piece
Romance is what makes the world go round
Keeping us stuck on the ground
It consumes a free soul
Taxing it and collecting tolls
But we won’t ever know because when we try to let go
Our world stops moving
Instantly romance is proving
That in search of it we are constantly losing
After being hurt we focus on improving
But then she kisses you with those lips and stirs such intense emotions perpetually looming
Your mind tries to stop you from falling
But it is already too late
Love tossed you a line and you took the bait
Romance disabled your ability to hesitate
You pictured her by your side
Opened your arms wide
Quite possibly instantly regretting your decision to confide
But like the tide– things do change
And with the days
I will count the ways
That you will let me down
I will stop chasing you around
One of these days.
Slow Dancing Under Shooting Stars
14 Monday Feb 2011
Posted in Poetry, The Dying Romantic
The man in front of me just kissed his woman on the cheek
He leaned back too far and my legs hurt a bit
But I will get through it, and have a cheek to kiss
A smile to miss
A laugh to recall
A fall, that didn’t hurt at all
Because it was with you
We came so close
Then off I went to the coast
To be miles apart from someone helps put what they mean to you in perspective
The idea of you makes me feel safe
At home
Where the heart lies
In blue eyes and brown hair
In witnessing a beautiful sunset
All the while wishing you were there
I wonder if you missed me like I have missed you
My heart says it to be true
Flying above an ocean of spectacular blue
I want to fall asleep tonight with you
Arms gripping tight
Happiness no longer out of sight
Thankful for such a chance
Perhaps your hand in a dance
Slowly under shooting stars
In this moment heaven can’t be too far
At my finger tips
Embraced with gods reincarnation with lips
Your head resting against my heart
The scent of your hair
Soon to be infatuated with every inch of your body
That I will never be able nor want to forget
I need you close
And ask you please
Continue losing yourself in me.
Washed In Water
25 Tuesday Jan 2011
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"Shaggy Lamb Productions" "Kevin Alan Lamb" "Dictator of Diction" "La Resistance", ecstasy, grow, leah, limit, love, ocean, romantic, sweeter
I look her in the eyes knowing that it is my heart and not my mind that has chosen to keep her by my side
I am not supposed to tell her this– but I tell you– everything is different this time
It appears that the story of my life was written for this one and it would be a sin to rewind
I miss her while she is still in my arms
I tell her this free from setting off any flashing red lights or alarms
All of the words I have once written– seem to be about my love that I am now smitten
Few things have ever seemed so right
You consume me both by day and by night
You inspire in a blind man– sight
The futile and weak– strength to fight
I imagine heaven must resemble the way you taste tonight
We will boogie and make sweet love because I will certainly lose every fight
Even though I don’t think we will
Nothing is perfect
But you are the closest I know
There is not bound to the heights we’ll grow
Interwoven into one another’s soul
Your love and happiness is this romantics goal
The air I breathe is sweeter with you by my side
I anxiously await your ecstasy under the stars ocean side
I will hold you in my arms as the waives wash us with their wonder
I will kiss you because only your lips can satisfy my hunger
I will keep you close and watch you grow because with a heart and mind like yours there is no limit to the places we will go.
Photo Credit to Eric Hampton
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Welcome to Paradise
10 Monday Jan 2011
Posted in Poetry, The Dying Romantic
I gaze upon a mystifying beauty
I wish more could see the brilliance which my eyes capture
Roaring blue waves crashing upon the black voltan rock
the silhouette of the now dormant volcano in the horizon
the glimmer of the gentle sun upon the water’s surface
I hold my breath and hope not to blink
Because there will come a day when my eyes must return to reality
and I will be eluded by the wonder of the silent swaying palm trees in the sky
the pure white sand through my toes as I walk
the dark bodied Dolphins gliding through the water
the steam as the waterfall enters the Jacuzzi from above
the sweet smell of ocean and paradise that reminds me of love
It is all like an amazing escape
a chance to leave the crowded and busy world
and see the hot sun glisten off a brilliant Hawaiian girl
the feeling of warmth and comfort as the sun sheds its rays on my welcoming skin
If only we could make moments last forever
I try to capture this tropical heaven
a camera is capable of only so much
you may see what I saw
but never how I saw it
you will not smell the heavenly aroma
likened to a trance induced by soma
wide awake but within a peace produced only in a coma
you will not feel the Dolphins against your skin as you swim
There is a gentle and true purity to this world that makes it painful to sin
I sit here today-overwhelmed by beauty from out to in
I thank the good Lord for his gift of words to help you feel what I see
Tropical euphoric paradise- that is awe inspiring to me.
Weightless
15 Thursday Apr 2010
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above, free, light, limitless, love, ocean, powerful, scent, smile, space, time, transcendence, water, weightless
(Read, sung, to the tune of Tom Petty’s Free Falling.)
She’s a good girl, she makes me smile
Even if, I haven’t caught her scent in a while
She reminds me, of happiness and love
She instills in me, light from above
She’s been away from me, for quite a long time
But she really never, left me at all
I believe in her love, her heart and soul
A beautiful energy, she’ll tell you so
I believe some things, never die
Much more powerful things, than you and I
Transcendence, through both time and space
An emotional high, I miss the taste
Do you remember dancing? In the water
We were weightless, unbounded and free
We are dreamers, who never needed time to believe
In something better, than this time and this place
In something bigger, than even your beautiful face
There’s a purpose, even if we cannot touch it
If you’ve witnessed living harmony, you know there’s no rushing it
Controllably, out of control
Knowingly, giving your soul
To something sweeter, than too many ever know
I remember the day I met you, when you became real
I remember when I lost you, the feeling surreal
Time is a blessing, we seem to forget this
Love is a guilty pleasure, yet we’ve come to expect it
Belief is a good thing, no reason to neglect it
Walking on oceans, walking on water
Without gravity, without limits
No telling the ending, this is still the beginning
Be sure not to pass by happiness, caught up in winning or sinning
I miss her smile, I tremble and quiver
Thankful to the god, that did deliver her
I’m reminded, of rationale and space
Yet refuse to be blinded, and continue to chase.
In the Wind I blow
25 Thursday Jun 2009
Posted in My life, Poetry, The Dying Romantic
I reach my hand
You pull yours away
In a dismal in-balance; I seem to stay
Not knowing how to let go
More transparent my poker face does grow
I try and tell myself they’re mistakes
But what’s there to lose; what is it going to take?
Is it all but a slow dance, waiting for a moment, a chance?
Hope seems to be slipping
From my fingers down the drain
I can still feel its texture
Still sense the pain
My lips mention her name
Yet my eyes wish to see through this pointless game
Walking alone on a path I’ve been before
Finally realizing there probably isn’t more
Be content or be free
A decision that isn’t even a possibility
Above such simple minded conjecture
A younger version of myself would have wished not to have met her
But those days have turned from dusk to dawn
Like sand blowing in the wind; now gone
I am still me, but with a better understanding of the way things can be
My days in this place are counting down
A smile grows over erasing a frown
A new story
Written for me
My happiness
The life I live without limits but live withs
The ocean
The fine pearl sand by my side
Like I wanted so many others
Yet never did find
I will have my peace
My ease of mind
Nothing but time
Space
New beauty in place of faces no longer new to me
Break the routine
Discover the unseen
Untouched
Un-tasted
No longer can I let this passion be wasted.
You and I
30 Monday Mar 2009
Posted in My life
So I wrote this like a song, so try and sing-a-long.
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You and I
Take a walk
Take a ride
Learn to talk
To- each-other- with- each- other- today…
To- each-other- with- each- other- today…
Pretty excited
Thinking a lot
How you make…- me so hot
Just- can’t- wait- to- get- together- with- you..
Come- on- baby- lose- yourself- in- me..
Won’t you come on baby and lose yourself with me…
Into the ocean
Going to swim
Waters pretty chilly
But we dive right in
I- just- can’t- wait- to- splash- in- the- water- with- you….
Sun’s feeling good
It’s warming our skin
I’m mostly a good boy, but you make me want to sin
Don’t- you- just- want- to- come- and- sin- with- me…?
Won’t- you- come- and- sin- with- me…?
Come- on- baby- lose- yourself- in- me..
Won’t you come on baby and lose yourself with me…
Here we are
Singing our song
Waited a few years
Thank god I waited this long
Come- on- baby- lose- yourself- in- me..
Come- on- baby- lose- yourself- in- me..
Sun’s going down
Air a bit crisp
I pull you tight
Biting your lip
You- and- I- got- a- lot- too- give.
Ya- you- and- I got- a- lot- too- give..
Come- on- baby- lose- yourself- in- me..
Won’t you come on baby and lose yourself with me…
On the Wings of An Ocean Breeze
13 Thursday Nov 2008
Posted in My life, Poetry, The Dying Romantic
By Kevin Alan Lamb
To see for an eternity uninterrupted
It is a breath of life that we don’t often see
Follow the dark curvaceous surface of the ocean blue
To the point where it collides with the clear horizon
Such a rare and peaceful collision, unlike most in reality
As if they belong together…
I think it may just be a deception of the eye
But dare I swim to the edge of the world… stick out my hand and touch it?
Experience the harmony so few truly appreciate
It seems I may spend a lifetime
Dwelling over my place between the beach and the horizon
The deep, cool, salty sea
The burned out stars another lifetime away
It is my purpose in-between at which I marvel
I breathe in the sweet intoxicating ocean breeze
In it I discover a release that is forgotten, each moment my mind is able to rationalize
But as long as I take even an instant, to resist it
And remember the breath, of the sweet serenity
Found in the salty sea, on the wings of an ocean breeze
I know in my heart, there will always be a moment’s peace.
Credit Eric Hampton aka "The Storyteller"
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Beautiful Collision
13 Thursday Nov 2008
Posted in Poetry
Follow the heart- you will always have the mind
Emptiness one moment- around the corner, amazed at what you find
Nothing to be consumed by- rather another face and another try
As the sun stares down upon- another presence from the sky
It’s scorching yet life-filled rays
Dance upon the curvaceous ocean waves
They’re connection, intertwined- makes you gaze
Like a boy- who first believed Santa was real-
A face filled with hope and honest appeal
Belief that there are amazing things in this world
His face, like the sun cast upon the water- is reflected for all those who don’t believe,
To see, to discover such impossibility made possible in a single glance
Let it carry you as she embraces your arms to dance
Do you feel the energy of a soul at play? Does it tickle you in that very way?
The bodies touch, like the white-capped wave- does rush-
Colliding in beautiful unity with the bright shining star
It traveled so far- worlds away- simply to say-
“I am here and together life is perfect,”
not forever, not for always, but in just one way
In an instant, you cannot resist it, because forever you wished it
It is for the world to see- how impossible- can come to be
Come to life- before your very eyes, if only to see the look on your face,
When the beautiful collision that saved your soul,
Is certain, not to be a waste.
