The Devil’s Muse
Song Lyrics by Chrome Dome Mike Kimbro
Structure: Accent points align for all 4 verses, with a noted exception in the 4th verse.
Consider reading along to my Spoken Verse Performance.
VERSE 1
I tried to write a song.
But I was in an awful drought.
The music came out wrong.
So on my knees I shouted out.
To the man upstairs.
In my time of need.
I fought back the despair.
I was hopin’ that he’d...
Send me a muse.
To help me with my rhymes.
A heavenly muse.
Just like in ancient times.
To put my song in the groove,
I need some help to improve.
So I won't have an excuse,
I need a muse.
VERSE 2
It seemed that I was cursed.
I wouldn’t ever be a star.
When things were at their worst,
I had to pawn my old guitar.
Then who should appear,
It was Lucifer.
Told me that I needn’t fear,
Said he was there to assure...
I’d get me a muse.
To help me with my rhymes.
My very own muse.
Just like in ancient times.
If I was ready for 'The Bigs',
Miss Erato was between gigs. [Note: pronounced ER-at-O, the Greek muse of erotic poetry and song]
But I best not try to seduce...
The Devil's Muse.
VERSE 3
She walked right through the door.
Her hair was blonde and skin was tanned.
@ Hair was brunette and skin was tanned.
A leggy six foot four.
A leather whip was in her hand.
Then she said to me:
"Here's what I'm proposing.
If you ever screw with me,
You’ll soon be de-composing.”
“So now I’m your muse.
I’ll help you with your rhymes.
A Satanic muse.
And know your ass is mine.
Go on and scream for your mammy,
But until you win a Grammy.
Or end it all with a noose.
I'm your muse."
BRIDGE 1
If your muse is a dear,
Then you'll have to excuse me.
Mine's got a horn above each ear.
And she likes to abuse me.
Let me tell you, friend,
She can make you jump.
When you feel the business end,
Of her steel toed pump.
My worst mess up was,
Just a line that I mis-chorded.
I remember it ‘cause,
She had me water boarded.
Of my tunesmith talent,
She liked to scoff.
So I’d call her Musy-Wusy,
Just to piss her off.
I used to be a hack,
She won’t let me forget it.
I always seemed to get off track.
Guess I’ll give her some credit.
I didn’t have a clue,
That singers like to sing,
The vowel A, E, I, O, U,
And sometimes Y & ‘ing’.
Sure my song’s a hit,
Still my craft isn’t mastered.
Cause the way I see it.
I’m just a lucky bastard.
BRIDGE 2 – sung by the muse
So your verses are thrillin’.
But they’re just poetry.
Even Guthrie and Dylan,
Know the chorus is the key.
So you gotta be more willin’,
LISTEN, than you seem to be.
To craft refrains more fulfillin’,
That’ll set your lyrics free!
So apply all your skill an’,
Time to I, O, U, A and E.
Write a chorus that’s killin’
Then watch the divas scream on key.
VERSE 4
Once I was worse than alone,
Just wishin' I could call it quits.
We softened up our tone,
And became friends with benefits.
Now I’ve got it all
Yeah, I won that Grammy.
My kids will be nice and tall,
Just like their mutant mammy… [Note: accent shift on mammy]
Who still is my muse.
She helps me with my rhymes.
But more than a muse.
Her lovin’ blows my mind.
And now I’ve learned not to doubt her.
I’d be a lost soul without her.
CLOSE
But someone else deserves credit.
I’m sure he’ll make me regret it.
Now that I can write a hook,
Ol’ Satan’s O K in my book.
He put me on the express!
I’m thanking you, Prince of Darkness.
The devil came to my aid.
And with my soul he’s repaid.
The one who showed me the love.
Was Mister B. L. Zebub.
Let’s raise our arms now and pause….
I’ve come this far just because…
I put up with that abuse from...
The devil's muse.
The End.
Copyright © Michael Kimbro 2013. All rights reserved.
Note: My muse for this effort was the actor Claire Forlani >>>>>>>