Virgil Chabre

music & poetry

Poetry comes in many forms.  Poetry can be a simple statement or a complete verse.  One form of poetry is music.  In this section I will share some of the poetry that I found in music.  Excerpts from some great songs.  Songwriters who are poets.

INTO THE MYSTIC
We were born before the wind
Also younger than the sun
Ere the bonnie boat was won
as we sailed into the mystic
Hark, now hear the sailors cry
Smell the sea and feel the sky
Let your soul and spirit fly Into the mystic
-Van Morrison


RIGHT TO BE WRONG
I've got a right to be wrong
My mistakes will make me strong
I'm stepping out into the great unknown
I'm feeling wings though I've never flown
I've got a mind of my own
I'm flesh and blood to the bone
I'm not made of stone
Got a right to be wrong
So just leave me alone
-Joss Stone

THE HEART OF THE MATTER
The more I know
The less I understand
All the things I thought I figured out
I have to learn again
I've been trying to get down
To the heart of the matter
But everything changes
And my friends seem to scatter
But I think it's about forgiveness
Even if, you don't love me anymore
-Don Henely
 
HE WENT TO PARIS

Now he lives in the islands, fishes the pilin's
And drinks his green label each day
He's writing his memoirs and losing his hearing
But he don't care what most people say
Through eighty-six years of perpetual motion
If he likes you he'll smile then he'll say
Jimmy, some of its magic
Some of its tragic
But I had a good life all the way

And he went to Paris looking for answers
To questions that bothered him so
-Jimmy Buffett

NO REGRETS
The hours that were yours
Echo like empty rooms
The thoughts we used to share
I now keep alone
I woke last night and spoke to you
Not thinking you were gone
It felt so strange to lie awake, alone

No regrets, no tears goodbye
Don't want you back, we'd only cry, again
Say goodbye, again
-Tom Rush

BRILLIANT MISTAKE
I wish I could push a button
And talk in the past 
Not the present tense
Watch this hurting feeling disappear
Like it was common sense
It was a fine idea at the time
Now it's a brilliant mistake
-Elvis Costello

THE NIGHT THEY DROVE OLD DIXIE DOWN

Virgil Caine is my name
And I served on the Danville train
'Till Stoneman's cavalry came
And tore up the tracks again
In the winter of '65
We were hungry, just barely alive
By May the tenth
Richmond had fell
It's a time I remember oh so well

The night they drove old Dixie down
And the bells were ringing
The night they drove old Dixie down
And the people were singing
-Robbie Robertson


24 FRAMES
This is how you make yourself call your mother
And this is how you make yourself
closer to your brother
And remember him back
When he was small enough
To make you sing

You thought God was an architect
Now you know
He's something like a pipe bomb
Ready to blow
And everything you built that's all for show
Goes up in flames
In 24 frames
-Jason Isbell

BLUE AIN'T YOUR COLOR

Blue looks good on the sky
Looks good on that neon buzzin' on the wall
But darling, it don't match your eyes
I'm telling you
You don't need that guy
It's so black and white
He's stealing your thunder
Baby, blue ain't your color
 -Steven Lee Olsen & Hillary Lindsey    
 -Song by Keith Urban
PARACHUTE
You only need a roof when it's raining
You only need a fire when it's cold
You only need a drink when the whiskey
Is the only thing you have left to hold
Sun comes up and goes back down
And falling feels like flying
Till you hit the ground
Say the word and I'll be there for you
Baby, I will be your parachute

There's a song that I remember
I never learned to play
And a lifetime of words
I never got to say
-Chris Stapleton

GHOST OF A CHANCE
I don't believe in destiny
or the guiding hand of fate
I don't believe in forever
Or love as mystical state
I don't believe in the stars
Or the planets
Or angels watching from above
But I believe
There's a ghost of a chance
We can find someone to love
And make it last
-Neil Pert-Rush

BLOWING IN THE WIND
How many roads must 
A man walk down
Before you call him a man?
Yes, and how many seas
Must a white dove sail
Before she sleeps in the sand?
Yes, and how many times must
The cannon balls fly
Before they're forever banned?
The answer, my friend is
Blowing in the wind
The answer is blowing in the wind
-Bob Dylan
SOMEBODY TO LOVE
We're all good, but we ain't angels
We all sin, but we ain't devils
We're all pots and we're all kettles
But we can't see it in ourselves
We're all livin' til we're dying
We ain't cool, but man we're trying
Just thinking we'll be fixed by someone else

Just tryin' to hold it together
We all wish our best was better
Just hopin' that forever's really real
Well miss a dime to grab a nickel
Overcomplicate the simple
We're all kids just looking for love
Yeah, don't we all just want
Somebody to love?
-Kacey Musgraves
 

OH WELL
I can't help about the shape I'm in
I can't sing, I ain't pretty and my legs are thin
But don't ask me what I think of you
I might not give you the answer
That you want me to
-Peter Green

LIVES IN THE BALANCE
On the radio talk shows and TV
You hear one thing again and again
How the USA stands for freedom
And we come to the aid of a friend
But who are the ones we call our friends?
These governments killing their own
Or the people who finally can't take anymore
And they pick up a gun or a brick or a stone

And there are lives in the balance
There are people under fire
There are children at the cannons
And there is blood on the wire

There's a shadow on the faces
Of the men who fan the flames
Of the wars that are fought in places
Where we can't even say the names
-Jackson Browne

BUFFALO RIVER HOME

I've been taking off and landing
But this airport's closed
And how much thicker this fog is gonna get
God only knows
Just when you think that you got a grip
Reality sneaks off, it gives you the slip
As if you ever knew what it was
Taking you down the lime

Tearing through the cotton fields
And bus shelters
Of the South runnin' helter skelter
Down through the Mississippi Delta
With no place to call your own
Mixing up drinks with mixed feeling
All along the paint was peeling
Down to an Indian blanket on a pony
With no rider on the flesh and bone
Lookin' for his Buffalo river home
-John Hiatt

BLUE ON BLACK

Blue on Black
Tears on a river
Push on a shove
It don't mean much
Joker on Jack
Match on a fire
Cold on ice
As a dead man's touch
Whisper on a scream
Doesn't change a thing
Doesn't bring you back
Blue on black
  -Kenny Wayne Shepherd
Website Builder