A new song, dedicated to all the lonely writers in the world!
Lonely Writer
Lonely Writer
I don’t go out no more
No one comes to knock my door
Can’t remember who last I saw
Cos I’m a lonely writer
I don’t frequent late night bars
Don't get into stranger’s cars
I may as well live on Mars
Cos I’m a lonely writer
I don’t have a social plan
Try to catch me if you can
Write to me if you’re a fan
Cos I’m a lonely writer
Lonely writers work on their books
They skulk about in quiet nooks
Take lonely strolls and lonely walks
Have no time for small talk
Lonely Writer
I don’t have no time to dance
Or get in other peoples pants
Time is precious, can’t take the chance
Cos I’m a lonely writer
I must think and ruminate
For inspiration cannot wait
Must hit the desk at half past eight
Cos I’m a lonely writer
I don’t go for dinners out
Or to the pub for a shout
I’m a loner there’s no doubt
Cos I’m a lonely writer
At the writer’s festival, you would never
know
See the lonely writers, all in a row
Witty, charming, erudite
We will party on all night
Drinking, drugging, swapping beds
Climbing in each other’s heads
Take the opportunity
Cos next week again, we’ll all be
Lonely writers
Lonely writers
Lonely writers
(c) Jan Cornall 2016
Rock Star
When I was young, I had the notion
My life wouldn't be just a drop in the
ocean
I would do something grand, I would do
something great
But now I wonder have I left it too late
To be a rockstar, have a fancy car
Even tho’ I cannot drive, I would surely
feel alive
As a rockstar
As I got older I did a few things
Got my name in the paper, did a few gigs
Got a few laughs, in clubs after dark
Then I knew how I would make my mark
I’d be a stand up / comedienne
I would show the world
How to love a funny girl
Be a
stand up/ comedienne
Well I did a few shows
Went on the road
With Wendy and Gretel, we got our names
known
Then I had babies, one, two, three
Then I discovered the real me
I’d be a writer, a famous novelist
At the writers festivals
I’d be on the top ten list
A famous author
Now I’m retired from aspiration
I’m wondering about the future I’m facing
Thinkin’, thank god I ain’t known across
the nation
Cos I’m free to enjoy my ruminating
I don’t feel sad, don’t feel bereft
Cos I know there is still something left
I’m a singer, and I sing my songs
I invite my friends to sing along
I’m free to sing the blues
Or whatever the hell I choose
( Wild vocal improv)
Yeah I’m a rock star
I don’t need a fancy car
I’m happy not to drive
Cos I have a happy life! Rockstar!
Floozy
I met a guy, he
caught my eye
I really couldn’t
pass him by
He liked me too,
we start talk
Upon the street,
we start to walk
I like his voice,
I like his style
We laugh a lot, I
like his smile
It feels so good
to find a man
Who listens well,
who understands
There’s something
tho’ I cannot place
There’s some look
upon his face
His glances all
about the room
I see the others
start to swoon
Then I get it, then
I know
I will have to let
him go
Cos he’s a floozy
A real doozy
He doesn’t mean to
hurt
He pushes through
me
To get to the
other floozy
And leaves me in
the dirt
He flirts with
boys, he flirts with girls
He loves old
ladies wearing pearls
He’ll charm your
dog, he’ll charm your cat
Won’t care if
you’re thin or fat
He does not
discriminate
There’s nobody
that he hates
Cos he’s a floozy etc.
He loves the
waiter, loves the cook
The waitress in a
quiet nook
The bank teller,
supermarket chick
Loves anyone who
gives him schtick
Policeman,
landlord, boring friend
He’ll invite them
round again
Cos he’s a floozy etc.
I met a guy, he
caught my eye
I really couldn’t
pass him by
He liked me too,
we start talk
Upon the street,
we start to walk
I like his voice,
I like his style
We laugh a lot, I
like his smile
It feels so good
to find a man
Who listens well,
who understands
and yet there's one thing that I know
I will have to let him go
Cos he’s a floozy,
a real floozy
He’s a charmer,
he’s a flirt
He doesn’t mean to
hurt
He gives you such
attention
In the moment that
you’re with him
When he’s gone all
is forgiven
Such a floozy!
(c) Jan Cornall 2016
