LFS: The Storyteller

Don't ask me why but, one day I just got the idea in my mind that I'd write a "raunchy beach song." Sometimes the muse is inexplicable and, I don't fight it. BTW/if you think you have music for this, or could write some, have at it! And, of course, hugs & hisses are always welcome. ©2007 by LeeZard Palm trees dancin' in the breeze, Are you real or just a tease? We met a few short hours ago, So, is it yes or is it no? I want to lay with you in the nighttime, Doesn’t matter if you want to be mine. I want to throw you down on a beach dune, I want to sing a lucky vacation tune. Let’s get out of this dingy bar, Let’s hop in my bargain rental car. Let’s drive ‘til we lose the road, I'll ride ‘til I lose my load. I want to lay with you in the nighttime, Doesn’t matter if you want to be mine. I want to throw you down on a beach dune, I want to sing a lucky vacation tune. I’ll hold you and make you sigh, I’ll caress your silky inner thigh. If you say no I ...

Sometimes, words appear in my head in rhythm and/or rhyme. I'm not sure why; I'm not a big fan of poetry. Go figure. Someone told me a long time ago that a lot of my poems seemed like song lyrics. So, recently, I've been writing with that in mind. I have no musical talent whatsoever but, the following would probably make a good Rock & Roll tune. ©2007 by LeeZard Blue Streak, Blue Streak, I’m ridin’ in the Blue Streak. Flyin’ down the Interstate, Top down, feelin’ great. She’s a low slung mean machine, Drive ‘er fast, keep ‘er clean. Tap the brake, make the scene, Hit the curve, she won’t lean. She was on Ebay, That’s the way you buy today. Low miles, high style, Punch it down, eat the miles. Blue Streak, Blue Streak, I’m ridin’ in the Blue Streak. Flyin’ down the interstate, Top down, feelin’ great. Fat tires, leather seats, Jump on in, have a treat. Ain’t no Beemer, ain’t no ‘Vette, Ain’t no car that’s beat her yet. Never thought I’d own this ride, Ne...