Gonna Rewrite

(to the Eagles' One of These Nights)

Gonna rewrite
Wrote a bit hasty last night
And then I found those missing commas
They spurred verbal gripes

The words they were rhymin’
The meter sufficed
But the rhythmic sins echoed with groans

Syntax agreements
All sounded tired
Now I’ve got to fix what I’ve blown

Oooh

Something cool and slight skewed
Something keen that’s funny and light
Nothing trite or dyed blue
Now I’ve got to fine tune
Gonna rewrite

Gotta new scheme
Maybe effects of pork and beans
Or maybe Shoguns’
Ones that dance and sing

My thoughts lurching from one subject
From the right to the left
Brain is longing for a cell to add jest
I’ve been thinking ‘bout Obama or conservative blokes
But their appeal, I think, is polar at best

Ooooh
Grumpy mess of redo
Holy cow that noun isn’t right
Wanna write the right view
Page is blank from undo’s
Gonna rewrite

Gonna rewrite
Vent a spleen with joke unpolite
Wanting lines to shine through
Fear I got the wrong tune
Need restating
Gonna rewrite

Copyright 2010 Warren Baker

Apple Butter

(to Desparado by The Eagles)
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Apple butter
You’re wearing down my defenses
Stimulatin’ my senses
Can’t do without
Ohh you’re a sweet one
Your flavor’s always in season
Your taste is a pleasin’ fruit
That hails from the south.

Don’t you buy the store bought jelly, boy
You keep it off my table
You know the Smucker’s brand is always a bad bet
Can’t you see that all Mom’s canned things
Are doin’ fine without those labels
So bring me some to savor
On this baguette

Apple butter
Ohhh, it is my object of hunger
It makes me feel younger
It makes my mouth foam
On biscuits, or triscuits
I feel endorphins a flowin’
Narcotic starts goin’ through
This poor boy’s old bones

You can eat your sweets almost anytime
But do they rule, do they satisfy?
Your heart, it could just flatline any day
See we’re only in this life so long
So go find yourself a Southern mom
today...

Apple butter
Why don’t you contact your missus?
Suggest some sweet kisses,
Make it a date
Go to the mountains,
And if you really do love her,
You better get some and discover
(get some and discover)
You better spread some apple butter
Dontcha wait too...oooo..late.
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Copyright 2010 Warren Baker
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