It Takes So Long To Find Your Voice...

It Takes So Long To Find Your Voice...

You can spend years,

Whisper singing in the shower,

Trying to keep up with Elvis,

Your truck rolls faster.

Half-baked karaoke every six months,

Restrained,

Untrained,

All gut and beat and no practice.

We gotta work to feed the bills,

No frills,

Sleepless chills,

There's no control in a tired brain.

Music is all about time,

Man,

Keeping it is wonderful,

But first you gotta find it,

'Cause when you can't

It takes so long to find your voice.

AquarianM

By: Daniel A. Stafford

(C) 06-28-2026

I Saw A UFO Blues...

 I Saw A UFO Blues...

Playing 3-String Blues in a UFO tractor beam

Shhh! Don't you tell now!

Shhh! Don't you tell now!

Shhh! Don't you tell now!

Shhh! Don't you tell now!

I saw it in Ol' Doc Holleran's field,

Late on about midnight,

Cold silver silence,

Eerie blue-green light.

Shhh! Don't you tell now!

Shhh! Don't you tell now!

I saw a UFO,

And not a soul believes,

But I saw those cows fly over the trees!

Shhh! Don't you tell now!

Shhh! Don't you tell now!

I'm not crazy,

Drunk or lazy,

No, I'm not crazy,

Drunk or lazy!

Shhh! Don't you tell now!

Shhh! Don't you tell now!

Johnny Drumbones,

Been drumming in the sky now,

Lord,

Going on ten years!

Shhh! Don't you tell now!

Shhh! Don't you tell now!

I've got the "I saw a UFO" blues!

Yeah, I've got the "I saw a UFO" blues!

Shhh! Don't you tell now!

Shhh! Don't you tell now!

I'm not crazy,

Drunk or lazy,

No, I'm not crazy,

Drunk or lazy!

Shhh! Don't you tell now!

Shhh! Don't you tell now!

I've got the "I saw a UFO" blues!

Yeah, I've got the "I saw a UFO" blues!

AquarianM

By: Daniel A. Stafford

(C) 06-14-2026

Slow Sweet Sundays...

Slow Sweet Sundays... 

When the breeze is dancing the palm fronds,

A back-patio tango of light,

Shadows,

Green dancers,

Time stills briefly,

Corona curled up by my side,

Or in my arms like a baby purr factory,

The TV is dancing with arts and crafts,

My mind adrift,

Softened gaze as I see the small things,

Small things the hustled week drowns,

The set of mid-afternoon sun in late Spring.

A month of Sundays doesn't sound bad at all.

AquarianM

By: Daniel A. Stafford

© 06-07-2026

Corona

Regards,

Dan Stafford