Fanfaire
(Skyypilot)
October 01, 2011
Clouds
(Skyypilot)
September 30, 2011
Clouds
©2010 Mark Witters
Clouds in the sky go sailing by in a sea of blue.
Some look like saucers, others like frogs, mountains, and kangaroos, too!
Some quickly scurrying, others are slow, some wispy ribbons, others bright bows.
Wrapping the planet, mixed in with the stars,
You may see clouds wherever you are.
You may see clouds wherever you are.
Clouds in the air haven’t a care- vivid kaleidoscope day.
Some allow sunshine, others hold rain. Who knows what might come your way?
They might be majestic, or they might be slight,
They might be dark, they might be light.
They might even stretch way out past Mars.
You may see clouds wherever you are.
You may see clouds wherever you are.
Clouds are old friends, the fun never ends, a pageant wild and free.
Imagine an easel in constant change on a non-stop spree!
Think of a character, or anything!
You’ll see it one day in a cloud and you’ll sing:
“We can conjure up things from afar;
We may see clouds wherever we are,
We may see clouds wherever we are!”
Voyage
(Skyypilot)
September 27, 2011
Really, I don't give too much thought to "composing" anything. I find that the voyage is worth much more than the destination, so I just sit at my Finale "manuscript" and let the little dots flow. I'll add guitars and bass along the way, and there you go...
Wildwoods Troubadour
(Skyypilot)
September 30, 2011
This song was written in memory of Steve Collins aka Lord Senthor.
Wildwoods Troubadour
© 2011 Mark Witters
Just beyond the lollybumps, past the beaten track,
Built himself a sturdy stage and never once looked back.
A wondrous wildwoods troubadour walked upon this land.
Contagious smile, hearty laugh, and leader of the band.
Free and alive in the wind
Refrain: Not drowned out in the din
Wildwoods troubadour serenades once again.
Songs of magic folklore rang out through his voice
Gatherings were blessed times, to play was his first choice.
He was his own technician, audio, and lights,
To be sure, if he was there, entertainment for the night!
He proudly played his Native flute and danced around the fire.
Drummers reached a fever pitch, with every soul inspired.
Rhythm made its spiral path to each and every heart.
High Priest of the Old Religion- Merry Meet, Merry Part…
Beltane at the Dragon Hills will sense him every year.
Through wisps of smoke and Irish mist a twelve-string still rings clear.
His every story still is heard, though he has moved on,
He’s now in the Summerland, his memory never gone.
Synthesis
(Skyypilot)
September 26, 2011
Cliched
(Skyypilot)
September 30, 2011
A collection of cliches-what more can I say?
Cliched
©2011 Mark Witters
It is what it is at the end of the day. All things being equal… Take the easy way.
Talk to the hand, dog and pony show… There’s one for the books; you just never know.
Bend over backwards. Beside the point. Maintain appearances, blow the joint.
Hook line and sinker, kiss and tell… Make hay while the sun shines. Fare thee well.
Been clichéd, night and day. Overwhelming my senses every which way.
That one takes the cake, that’s what they say.
The whole kit and cabooble is clichéd.
A happy camper, set the record straight. If it walks like a duck, it’ll take the bait.
That being said, mind over matter. Same ol’ same ol’, mad as a hatter.
Any day now, rollin’ in the dough. Apples to apples, go with the flow
Once bitten, twice shy, all said and done. Blast from the past, why spoil the fun?
Dinosaur Stomp
(Skyypilot)
September 26, 2011
A fun little instrumental...
Down On B Street
(Skyypilot)
September 30, 2011
Down On B Street
©2010 Mark Witters
From this blessed night, I step into the site down on “B” Street.
I will write and play, just let come what may down on “B” Street.
No one’s there to hear, or whisper in my ear down on “B” Street.
Singing every song, dissonant, yet so true.
The more I learn, the less I have a clue.
Self-absorbing air, not going anywhere down on “B” Street.
Don’t matter what I say, who listens anyway down on “B” Street?
Never in demand, all the best-laid plans fall down on “B” Street.
Freedom’s everything. Every day is brand new.
Each of us has a totally different view.
Blind insanity, false reality rules down on “B” Street.
Cutting through the haze, forget the latest craze down on “B” Street.
Remote in solitude, I hit on every mood down on “B” Street.
There’s no fever-pitch when cruising’ in a ditch down on “B” Street.
Expectation’s low, hey, what do I know down on “B” Street?
There’s one thing that’s true, disappointment’s due down on “B” Street.
In a distant place, my allotted space is down on “B” Street.
I’ve been low and high, but I’m a lucky guy down on “B” Street.
So obscure, there’s no cure down on “B” Street.
It takes all my might to shine this tiny light down on “B” Street.
Few will walk this path, even fewer last down on “B” Street.
Still, I wrote this tome inside my happy home down on “B” Street.
Baby, Oh Baby
(Skyypilot)
September 30, 2011
This is a song I made up to entertain my Grandson Jayme while changing his diaper:) Granddaughter Ellie and Jayme open and close the tune!
Baby, Oh Baby
©2010 Mark Witters
(Chorus)
Baby, Oh Baby, whatcha gonna do today?
It’s a brand-new world, little boy or girl. Whatcha gonna do today?
Baby, Oh Baby, whatcha gonna do today?
Have a happy time, sing a little rhyme. Whatcha gonna do today?
(Verse)
Wake up, sunny daybreak. Whatcha gonna do today?
How much fun can I make? Whatcha gonna do today?
Busy bouncing up and down. Whatcha gonna do today?
Like a top, I’m spinning ‘round. Whatcha gonna do today?
(Chorus)
(Verse)
Playing with my dog and cat. Whatcha gonna do today?
Rattling this and shaking that. Whatcha gonna do today?
Look up at this great big place. Whatcha gonna do today?
Putting on my smiley face. Whatcha gonna do today?
(Chorus-Bridge)
(Verse)
Afternoon’s a perfect time. Whatcha gonna do today?
To push and pull and fall and climb. Whatcha gonna do today?
Pretty soon, I’ll get a snack. Whatcha gonna do today?
Then I’ll nap right on my back. Whatcha gonna do today?
(Chorus)
(Verse)
Up again, there’s more to do. Whatcha gonna do today?
More grins before the day is through. Whatcha gonna do today?
Night will come, day will end. Whatcha gonna do today?
I’ll, sleep & dream & do it all again. Whatcha gonna do today?
(chorus)
Yes I Can
(Skyypilot)
September 30, 2011
This song celebrates God-given self-empowerment. Right on!
Yes, I Can
© 2011 Mark Witters
I can see the face of Jesus. Yes, I can-oh, yes, I can!
I can be useful in God’s Kingdom. Yes, I can-oh, yes, I can!
I can love all those around me. Yes, I can-oh, yes, I can!
I can see the light a-shining. Yes, I can-oh, yes, I can!
I can shoulder any burden. Yes, I can-oh, yes, I can!
I can live a life of plenty. Yes, I can-oh, yes, I can!
I can make it to the finish. Yes, I can-oh, yes, I can!
I can share eternal comfort. Yes, I can-oh, yes, I can!
I can clothe myself with kindness. Yes, I can-oh, yes, I can!
I can put my faith to action. Yes, I can-oh, yes, I can!
I can choose determination. Yes, I can-oh, yes, I can!
I can glorify my Savior. Yes, I can-oh, yes, I can!
Topsy Turvy
(Skyypilot)
September 26, 2011