Tag: poetry

Inspired by William S. Burroughs’ Naked Lunch. Re-imagined in what I think it might sound like as a folk song that paints Burroughs and his words as some heroic tale. (Verse 1) In the shadows of the Tangiers moon, Where the Burroughs' words do swoon, A tale unfolds in a twisted dance, Naked Lunch, a … Continue reading Undressed Fancies – Lyrics from Outcasts, Rebels, Hobos and Bards

Inspired by Franz Kafka’s Metamorphosis. Re-imagined in what I think it might sound like as a Texas Blues song. (Verse 1) Woke up this morning, feeling strange and bizarre, Like Kafka's Metamorphosis, I turned into something bizarre. A cockroach in my own skin, can't escape this twisted jar, In this existential blues, I'm trapped behind … Continue reading Kafka Blue Meanderings – Lyrics from Outcasts, Rebels, Hobos and Bards

Inspired by Allan Ginsberg’s Howl . Re-imagined in what I think Eric Clapton might have done, had he done it as a blues song. (Verse 1) Well, I saw the best minds of my generation, Lost in the smoke of midnight contemplation, Dragging themselves through the streets at dawn, Looking for a connection, a place … Continue reading Midnight Howler – Lyrics from Outcasts, Rebels, Hobos and Bards

Inspired by Radar Love by Golden Earring. Re-imagined in what I think it might sound as a Memphis Blues song. (Verse 1) Well, I woke up this mornin', with a lonesome feelin' in my soul, My baby's gone, left me all alone, and I'm stuck in this heartache hole. Got the blues like a midnight … Continue reading Radar Love Blues- Lyrics from Outcasts, Rebels, Hobos and Bards

Inspired by Hey Jude by The Beatles. Re-imagined in what I think BB King might have done, had he wrote this song. (Verse 1) Let me tell you 'bout a story, a bluesy tale, Where the heartache lingers and the wind wails. A man named Wren, his soul torn apart, Strummin' on his guitar, playin' … Continue reading Wren’s Blues – Lyrics from Outcasts, Rebels, Hobos and Bards

Inspired by Road to Nowhere by The Talking Heads. Re-imagined in what I think it might sound like done as a folk or Beat poet song. (Verse 1) Well, I woke up this mornin', feelin' lost and alone, Headin' down that highway, ain't got no place to call home. Got the Talking Heads playin' in … Continue reading Midpoint Nowhere Song – Lyrics from Outcasts, Rebels, Hobos and Bards

Inspired by The Talking Heads’ Psycho Killer. Re-imagined in what I think it might sound like as a Chicago Blues song. (Verse 1) Well, I was walking down the backstreets, midnight on my mind, Caught a glimpse of a shadow, a twisted paradigm, The city's heartbeat thumping, a rhythm out of sync, A psycho blues … Continue reading Psychotic Blues Maniac- Lyrics from Outcasts, Rebels, Hobos and Bards

Inspired by Pink Floyd’s The Wall. Reimagined it being written as by Tom Waits piano piece. (Verse 1) In the whiskey-soaked alleyways where shadows dance, A bard of the night, with a voice like happenstance. Hawker, the poet, in a world so surreal, A carnival of misfits, where every scar tells a tale. (Chorus) Through … Continue reading Train Track Walls- Lyrics from Outcasts, Rebels, Hobos and Bards

Inspired by Paul Simon’s Graceland. Reimagined it being written as a folk song by Bob Dylan. (Verse 1) Well, I hitched a ride on a rusty freight train, Through the sodium glow and the pouring rain. I hit the tracks with a heartache in my chest, Searching for a Graceland where dreams find rest. (Chorus) … Continue reading City of Voices – Lyrics from Outcasts, Rebels, Hobos and Bards

Inspired by Bruce Cockburn’s Wondering where the Lions are. Reimagined it being written as a Beat Poet rant only Bob Dylan can deliver. In the heart of the city's rhythm,  where the pulse is a syncopated melody,  you're on a nocturnal odyssey,  a modern-day quest for elusive kings of a different jungle.  The cityscape becomes … Continue reading Urban Safari- Lyrics from Outcasts, Rebels, Hobos and Bards