the grief of george wilson

my attempt at writing like famous musicians. please comment

Hungry Heart 

I believe in the faith that can save me 

I believe in the love that can raise me above these badlands  

I come from down in the valley where mister when you’re young 

They bring you up to do like your daddy done 

As the band sings hold me tight 

Orbison sings for the lonesome tonight 

Out on the boulevard they’re gettin ready for a fight 

Gonna see what them Kaiser boys can do 

Well I’m no hero 

That’s understood 

The only redemption I can offer is 

Beneath this dirty hood 

It’s a town full of losers 

And I’m pulling out of here to win 

Lonely teardrops 

Breakfast in the morning

Right on time 

Loving you baby 

Ain’t no crime 

You're lying in bed 

Curl above your eyes 

Smile fresh as spring 

Curves down your sides 

Thrill in your hair

Staying in was wise 

I look in my mirror and what do I see 

A lucky, lucky man 

You better believe 

"George you alright buddy it’s gonna be alright man, you'll get through this"

Adlibbed lines to a millennia old play 

That nobody can bear to see 

Looking through Larry and a bottle of Jack 

Not sure which one I should smash and which one to cradle 

This can't be happening, we were happy 

I was happy 

Crying lonely teardrops, my heart does nothing but burn 

Lighting the eyes of God onto my conscience 

Heartbreak hotel

Laughter fills the room as the Elvis impersonator throws off his jacket 

A woman sidles over at the bar 

"Wanna buy me a drink?"

I turn towards 

Her mascara makes her eyes pop 

She's seen the sodden landscape of my face 

Certainly not a thespian 

I smile fabrication 

Moved by levitation she retreats 

"Ya still got it Georgie boy" "Ya still got it"

Like Dean in his prime Georgie boy 

Rebel without a pulse.

Sipping on the poison will always numb the pain 

Something which is incomplete cannot suffer but survive  

(There'll be no sadness, no sorrow, oh my Lord, no trouble, no trouble I see)

There will be peace in the valley for me, for me

The King has spoken ladies and gentlemen, all hail, all hail his gold coloured rumba suit 

He won’t be lonesome tonight not with those snake hips 

You’re such a hoot Georgie boy

Maybe I will buy her a drink

When the man comes around 

I am Robert Ford,

I am Frank Hamer

I am Melvin Purvis 

The righteous arm of the law 

I am George Wilson 

Harbinger of justice 

The pendulum swings 

The unclean will cower when I walk near 

The block will be polished 

The scythe honed 

The mask negates identity 

But you will know that my name is the Lord when I strike my vengeance upon you 

God’s gonna cut you down 

Tell the rambler 

The gambler 

The back biter 

Tell them that God’s gonna cut them down 

The sentinel of the vulnerable must stand tall among criminals 

I knew a woman 

Lived next door with her husband 

She would disobey him then suffer the consequences 

I would smile at her every morning as I polished my car 

She would return that smile 

Before 

Entering the house to her betrothed 

Romeo and Juliet re-imagined by Stanley Kubrick 

For I ne’er saw true beauty till the night she screamed

Beat love down 

Beat love down 

I did nothing but watched and nodded for I was weak 

I let her down and now Myrtle 

Oh God Myrtle 

More could have been done 

The dog sits by the fire 

Head below his haunches 

Tail no longer wagging 

I will stand for you my dear 

Higher than Jay Gatsby 

Higher than Atlas

Come back when summer’s in the meadow 

The valley of your ashes white with snow 

Oh my Myrtle I love you so 

Here comes the night 

The blood on my hands does not thaw my sorrow but deepens

The smell of gunpowder resonates for what feels like an age 

Were we so different? 

Were Moriarty and Holmes poles apart?

Unrequited love is thrown around a lot but few will truly catch it

I did not deserve her

A man who started from humble beginnings to humble ends 

She would never be content 

I would never be enough 

I wasn’t enough 

No amount of petty vengeance will return normality 

I, who have nothing sought to take from another poor fool

Now this lonely pair shall lie under the golden sun

May God have mercy on our souls

She was my dream lover so I didn’t have to dream alone 

Now that dream has ended 

Here comes the night 

Reviews

[Jamie Cook]

Kk!!! Finally I review! I read this yesterday but forgot to review cause....well food was calling! Anyways, those are quite the styles I enjoyed it very much!!! :D They all seemed different some similar others had their own flow which made it all unique and original. Lovely job. i really enjoyed the pace of it. Woot woot!