Showing posts with label sustenance. Show all posts
Showing posts with label sustenance. Show all posts

Tuesday, December 17, 2013

A Blast . . .

. . . from the past (circa 1997 and featuring Spencer Jozwiak, formerly of Angel Fallen and Left Stronger)

Taking in my daily sustenance
Down at my local Scottish restaurant
When I noticed that my entree was
More than I bargained for
Look what I got
The manager said there was compensation
Coming my way
But not today

Don't call us
Don't call us
Don't call us
We'll call you

Auntie Lynn said it would be a sin
To waste my precious vocal expertise
So I took me to audition down
At the prestigious theater called the Ritz
Producer man was nice as he could be
He said I was fine
But not this time

Don't call us
Don't call us
Don't call us
We'll call you

Seems I've been hearing
The same thing since
I don't know when
Some with a little less
Confidence might just give in
I'm no one's fool
Unless I want to be
Life can be cruel
Won't someone please
Just call me

At the end of what had seemed to be
A perfect evening
Just what did I do
Could it be something I said
Or didn't follow-through
I wish I knew
We danced and dined
I even kissed your hand
Under a twinkling sky
I said goodbye
When you cried

Don't call us
Don't call us
Don't call us
We'll call you


We'll Call You
©1997 Raymond M. Jozwiak





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Saturday, April 23, 2011

Taking in. . .

. . . my daily sustenance down at my local Scottish restaurant when I noticed that my entree was more than I bargained for. Look what I got. The manager said there was compensation coming my way. But not today. Don't call us. Don't call us. Don't call us, we'll call you.

Auntie Lynn said it would be a sin to waste my precious vocal expertise. So I took me to audition down at the prestigious theatre called the Ritz. Producer man was nice as he could be. He said I was fine, but not this time. Don't call us. Don't call us. Don't call us, we'll call you.

Seems I've been hearing the same thing since I don't know when. Some with a little less confidence might just give in. I'm no one's fool unless I want to be. Life can be cruel. Won't someone please just CALL ME!?

At the end of what had seemed to be a perfect evening, just what did I do? Could it be something I said or didn't follow-through? I wish I knew. We danced and dined. I even kissed your hand. Under a twinkling sky I said goodbye when you cried don't call us. Don't call us. Don't call us, we'll call you.

©1997 Raymond M. Jozwiak


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