The Lovers’ Chronicle 13 October – play a tune – art by Allan Ramsay

Dear Zazie,  Here is today’s Lovers’ Chronicle from Mac Tag dedicated to his muse. What tune are you playin’?  Rhett

The Lovers’ Chronicle

Dear Muse,

ooh, we could play our song;
“So close no matter how far”
that day is a strong memory
“In my little red convertible”
on a beautiful sunny fall day
“We had the top down
and that song
came on the radio”
lets play it;
“Couldn’t be much more from the heart
Forever trusting who we are
No, nothing else matters”

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music fundamental to the vision and a mystery; i can see the words but i cannot hear the melody, to write notes must be somethin’ kin to magic; still playin’ all kinds, if forced to favorites; metal and opera, nothin’ else stirs as much, but the jukebox in my head plays ’em all, i wonder which song is next

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which one do you want
any would suit fine
there is always one
playin in my head
a waltz is on now
anything i have heard
could pop up
but nothin’ original

lets look for a song
that reminds us
of all we have found
with each other
somethin’ that tells
of renewal and day
by day, hand in hand

play it and again

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Pale Love, Pale Rider

movin’ through the moments
since we were brought together
the vision becomin’ clearer

for here, as nowhere else,
seein’ the journey for what
it was, the entire picture,
sit closer, can you see

throw the light of mornin’
on the forgotten longin’
let us believe once again

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somewhere i have not been

beyond anything i have seen,
your eyes have their way
your gestures enclose me,
whether near or from afar
your slightest look, easily
will unclench me though i have
closed myself as fingers in a fist

touchin’, if it be our wish
to open beautifully

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sortin’ through the moments
makin’ amends for wasted verse
some voices remain elusive
a murmur beneath the surface

for here, as nowhere else,
brought together at the end
seein’ the greetin’s and farewells
the entire vision of as is

throw the light of mornin’
on the forgotten longin’

play a tune of unbroken spirit
hear the voices awaken
the forgotten longin’,

play a tune of once again
of remembered touch,
not from faded dreams,
nor ghosts of regrets

play a tune
of what could be

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oh yes, lets
you know we can go
many directions on this

the soundtrack
of my life came in phases;
the sixties; pop, standards, country
the seventies; soul, blues, hard rock
the eighties; country, jazz, classical
the nineties; heavy metal and opera
the aughts; singer/songwriters

which will you play

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movin’ through the moments
makin’ amends for wasted time
but the voices remain elusive
a murmur below the immense sky

for here, as nowhere else,
brought together at the end
of the journey
seein’ the greetin’s and farewells
the entire picture of destiny

throw the light of mornin’
on the forgotten longin’
let us see Venice
on an average evenin’

play us a tune of unbroken spirit
hear the sound of the voices waken
the forgotten longin’, let us hear
the sounds again unchanged by time

play us a tune of an unbroken spirit,
not echoes of forgotten time,
not from old broken strings,
nor ghosts of faded dreams

***

So glad
You came along
One of the few
Not equipped
With a vacant soul

Never could give
Ever after
Only for awhile,
Or after awhile,
Or once in awhile
But never
Ever after

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The hell of it, is this;
I could be the one sent
to save you, but first i
must save myself and that
just ain’t gonna happen

My callouses
run deep. On my
hands from iron and
wood. On my heart
from mistakes, both
past and present

So cold to my touch
Yet soon, a deep burn
will blaze and carry
me through come what may

All my exes
live in Texas
Well, as far as
I care to know

What can I say? You are gone! It is enough to break the heart, is it not?
I keep ridin’ the same trail, there is no turnin’ back

Keep ridin’ down
the one trail, no
turnin’ back, now
that you are gone
What can I write
now? You are gone!

Saddle up cowboy
Buckle the cinches,
hang the take-rope on
the saddle-horn, tie
your duster on the
cantle and ride on

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Rollin’ down this
Wide open High
Plains highway. Big
Horizons and
Bigger visions

Thinkin about
Her. She and the
Scenery keep
Me company

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Allan Ramsay
self-portrait, c.1737–9 (National Portrait Gallery)

And today is the birthday of Allan Ramsay (Edinburgh; 13 October 1713 – 10 August 1784 Dover, Kent, England); portrait-painter.

In 1739 he married his first wife, Anne Bayne.  Anne died on 4 February 1743.

One of his drawing pupils was Margaret Lindsay.  He later eloped with her and on 1 March 1752 they married in the Canongate Kirk, Edinburgh; her father never forgave her for marrying an artist.  Ramsay and his new wife spent 1754–1757 together in Italy, going to Rome, Florence, Naples and Tivoli, researching, painting and drawing old masters, antiquities and archaeological sites.

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