Hello all. I'll get right to the point. There's some people I read about and/or watch that fill me with a kind of melancholy. Not an overtly sorrowful melancholy, but a kind of 'rainy day' feeling. Keats, Greta Garbo. Those two were on my mind, so I wrote those real short verses. I punctuated em with slightly longer 'semi-poems' that were similar conceptually and thematically, and tied them together with a chorus. I use rhyme quite frequently in this one, which makes a change. Lately I haven't been rhyming much (not on purpose, just happens).
https://soundcloud.com/vivalastereo/romance-is-dead
Keats died in Rome on his own
Died all alone in Rome
Oh bless his soul,
Oh bless his heart
I wish that I'd have known him
Yesterday gave a worrisome nod of the head
Toward the crucxifix that loomed above her bed
And weakly proclaimed that the Chinese economy
Would only bring her riches when she was dead
You said that he said that she said
That romance is dead
So I'll just stay in bed
Garbo died at home on her own
Died all alone at home
Oh bless her heart,
Oh bless her mind
I wish that I'd have known her
Tomorrow dressed like a cheap museum knight
So nobody could tell if he was black or white
So when he clamped shut his aluminium visor
The ladies on his street were none the wiser
You said that he said that she said
That romance is dead
So I'll just stay in bed (x2)