Leonardo of Lyrics & Rhyme

Sometimes, the poet can

be a grand maestro

w/the pen in his hand

A Leonardo of

lyrics and rhyme,

strike up the band

By: J.N.R Dutton

Dear Thomas

Dear Thomas,

I’m not going to lie man, 

your talent often shines like diamonds, 

I think you’re one of a kind, man

I love how unflinching, 

how unapologetic you are

dropping your bars

you’re often spitting raw truth 

to the masses in your rhymes,

I’d never get tired of listening 

even if I heard it a thousand times

Keep pushing forward, I love the passion & zeal, keep it real

By: J.N.R Dutton

Walk In The Light

Some people may think Jay’s not a believer,

but some of his lyrics I’ve heard lately

tell me differently….

Now admittedly,

Just like everybody,

He’s had his share of failures

Times when he didn’t live quite right

but I believe that as long as people

still have a conscience & pulse

There is time for them to walk in the light

I have faith that

God can open anyone’s heart & eyes

I believe that when we get to heaven

Who all we see there may take us by surprise

By:J.N.R Dutton

This is written for one of my favorite lyricists, who has known darkness before, and who now seems to finally see the light.

Cheers Jason, & much Love brother.

Full Throttle

When he was young with restless energy

It was a special time indeed

He was living w/zeal and loving,

enjoying what it meant to be free

Anyone who knew him

knew he was living full throttle

He wishes he could have trapped

those times in a bottle

If he could go back to those glory days

There’s only one thing he might change

He’d have never let go of his old flame

when he was seventeen she moved away

wonders where she is today

By: J.N.R Dutton

 

 

Ballad of A Banjo Picking Man

An old mountain banjo,

it makes a lonesome mournful sound

Like few things else anyone ever heard

If you’ve never listened to one played

Trying to explain it would be absurd

He loved to pick and sing until one evening

he had to lay it down,

he went to the parlor to rest,

thought it was for the best

Soon after, they were putting him in the ground

By: J.N.R Dutton

 

 

Easy Mark

Jamie was walking home one night alone in the dark

he looked like an easy mark to some thug w/a blade

in Riverside park, but the thug soon found out 

he was gravely mistaken…

When Jamie fought back the thug couldn’t take him

When it was all over the thug walked away shaking

The thug life is one error he won’t be making again

since Jamie taught him a lesson

By: J.N.R Dutton

 

 

Hard Cards

His daddy died when he was ten

His mother was never the same again

She wasn’t all there for raising him

So he grew up being taken in

by school buddies & family friends

Though the pain was obvious in his eyes,

Despite all the things that traumatized him,

To everybody’s great surprise

He’s overcome it & he’s thriving

He’s sure hell-bent on surviving

He never really was one for whining

about the hard cards dealt in his life

he just pressed on, kept on shining

By: J.N.R Dutton

When I wrote this poem/these lyrics, the style I had in mind for an accompanying melody was kind of fast paced bluegrass. Maybe I will share an audio version with said accompaniment, sometime, with added verses of course.

 

 

 

Gypsy (The Music Man)

Seems like he’s spent

most of his life on the highway

He’s part poet, part modern day gypsy

He was born to roam

he couldn’t even tell you

the last time he was home

He’s got people that love him,

people that miss him

It’s not always easy,

sometimes it’s straight up lonely

but every night he hits the stage

playing his songs

it sends a thrill through him

when he hears people sing along

In his life he’s traveled thousands of miles

If his music really touches a soul once in a while

that to him is what makes it all worthwhile

By: J.N.R Dutton