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Copyright Stephen W. Cote, 2002 - 2008.
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A DilemmaLine Count: 20
File Size: 10554 bytes
Last Modified: 2/29/2008 10:28:29 PM
Content Created: Fall of 2000.
Summary:
Pretty self explanatory.
Absolute ZeroLine Count: 14
File Size: 9726 bytes
Last Modified: 2/29/2008 10:28:29 PM
Content Created: 03/16/2001
Another Bottle of WineLine Count: 31
File Size: 11765 bytes
Last Modified: 2/29/2008 10:28:30 PM
Content Created: Fall of 1995.
AquamarineLine Count: 28
File Size: 11291 bytes
Last Modified: 2/29/2008 10:28:29 PM
Content Created: Spring of 2000
Summary:
Written as a song, this is the story of a stereotypical hick who encounters an alien.
Beautiful FacesLine Count: 32
File Size: 12150 bytes
Last Modified: 2/29/2008 10:28:29 PM
Content Created: 06/25/2003
Summary:
Beautiful Faces works as a poem, read aloud, and as a song.
The beautiful faces alluded to by the poem refer to people who I chanced upon and who seemed to have a very pretty face, or who I remember as beautiful.
Those who I remember as being beautiful tend to be more plain when I look at their photographs from the time when I thought them to be beautiful.
Dangerous EyesLine Count: 12
File Size: 9554 bytes
Last Modified: 2/29/2008 10:28:29 PM
Content Created: 08/18/2003
Greasy LuckLine Count: 14
File Size: 10586 bytes
Last Modified: 2/29/2008 10:28:29 PM
Content Created: Spring of 1994
Summary:
This little number is a collection of old expressions, strung together into some kind of strange song.
GunshyLine Count: 24
File Size: 11197 bytes
Last Modified: 2/29/2008 10:28:29 PM
Content Created: January 2005
Summary:
I've used the name Gunshy for various ideas.
While strumming around with my Gibson and working on a pensive little number, I had a series of vague images and thoughts describes by these words.
They don't exactly flow like most lyrics, but with the song they seem to fit well.
HowlingLine Count: 23
File Size: 10794 bytes
Last Modified: 2/29/2008 10:28:29 PM
Content Created: 4-2000
Summary:
Like parts of Ocean, Howling uses a superbly crafted limerick structure; huh.
But, aside from that, I still like it.
It's OverLine Count: 12
File Size: 9676 bytes
Last Modified: 2/29/2008 10:28:30 PM
Content Created: 2001/06/03
Merry ChristmasLine Count: 22
File Size: 10488 bytes
Last Modified: 2/29/2008 10:28:30 PM
Content Created: 05/19/2004
Miss Maple's MysteryLine Count: 18
File Size: 10292 bytes
Last Modified: 2/29/2008 10:28:30 PM
Content Created: Summer 1994
Summary:
Miss Maple's Mystery is a short, fun song I wrote a number of years ago.
My JihadLine Count: 36
File Size: 12275 bytes
Last Modified: 2/29/2008 10:28:30 PM
Content Created: October 2005
Summary:
This was written from the point of view of a new al-Qaeda recruit.
I was trying to understand their point of view, and imagined what this fictious person must believe.
I do not support al-Qaeda, and I do not consider their efforts to be righteous.
OceanLine Count: 43
File Size: 12584 bytes
Last Modified: 2/29/2008 10:28:30 PM
Content Created: Spring of 2001.
Summary:
I wrote ocean while sitting in traffic in downtown Seattle.
The astute reader will notice the few mermaid parts have a nice limerick format.
Now that's high class poetry.
Out Goes The LightLine Count: 49
File Size: 12779 bytes
Last Modified: 2/29/2008 10:28:30 PM
Content Created: December of 1999, and January of 2000
Summary:
This was written as a song, inspired by a tragic event.
Peace At HomeLine Count: 12
File Size: 10067 bytes
Last Modified: 2/29/2008 10:28:30 PM
Content Created: 2004/09/25
Summary:
Peace at Home is supposed to be a positive reflection that people can have on tumultuous situations.
Ray In The SunLine Count: 18
File Size: 10331 bytes
Last Modified: 2/29/2008 10:28:30 PM
Content Created: 07/09/2003
Summary:
Ray in the Sun is a contemplation of a photograph.
ReversalLine Count: 20
File Size: 11572 bytes
Last Modified: 2/29/2008 10:28:30 PM
Content Created: 07/09/2003
Summary:
I wrote Reversal to be a hard, emotionally-thorny piece.
I set out writing the poem as a set of lyrics, though finished it off as just a poem.
It works better as lyrics, though, because a straight reading comes out a little too dry.
The theme I wanted to address was the idea that a person may be burdened by a guilt over some matter, but on a closer inspection of the events, determine that they actually have nothing to feel guilty about and instead were played as a pawn.
In effect, the person reverses their opinion on that matter.
Saturday CoffeeLine Count: 16
File Size: 10533 bytes
Last Modified: 2/29/2008 10:28:30 PM
Content Created: 2004/10/04
Summary:
While one could read into this, the fact is that I wrote this driving home from the store on a Monday afternoon and wondering: did I really drink the coffee that morning I brewed on Saturday?
Sci/Fi (with Hooters!)Line Count: 27
File Size: 11069 bytes
Last Modified: 2/29/2008 10:28:30 PM
Content Created: 1994
Summary:
Sci/Fi (with Hooters!) started out as a comedic screenplay, and this was supposed to be the introductory theme song.
Single White HorseLine Count: 20
File Size: 11759 bytes
Last Modified: 2/29/2008 10:28:30 PM
Content Created: Winter 1993/1994
Summary:
I actually have an entire set of lyrics based on this one song, which is just plain wrong.
Apparently, I'm prone to do this because Single White Horse wasn't the first, second, or even tenth time I've tried to pry a set of poems out of one half-way decent one.
Horse isn't that good, but I like the tune, the top two lines and the first two lines of the chorus so much that I wanted to post it.
This was suppose to be some life-to-death transitional piece, but that is a pretty far mark and this song fell way short.
Untitled #12Line Count: 8
File Size: 9392 bytes
Last Modified: 2/29/2008 10:28:30 PM
Content Created: 2001/04
When You're SavedLine Count: 68
File Size: 15164 bytes
Last Modified: 2/29/2008 10:28:30 PM
Content Created: November 2004
Summary:
To put these lyrics in their proper context, you have to envision me driving on some freeway through the mountains, screaming these rhythmically challenged words in a grating voice and at the top of my lungs.
The first part is a bright, hopeful, playful banter while the latter part is a disillusioned, grunge Jesus.