Wednesday, December 30, 2009

Don't I Wish.

Unpublished Works, © 1982, BillyPauleyJr.*

Don't I Wish.

Don't you wish,
You could find a love,
Don't I wish,
It was me,

Don't you wish,
One man could be enough,
Don't I wish,
I could be,

I came home,
I came walkin' up the street,
It was Friday afternoon,
Ten-tons, ten-thousand ladies,
Lookin' o'er me,
But I was lookin' out for you,

O', I can't find you,
I don't see you anywhere,
So what am I supposed to do,
You said you need me,
Said you want me to stay,
But you want other lovers too,

O', I can't handle it,
I can't stand for it,
And I won't chance it anymore,
O', I just hate it,
I've gotta get away from it,
I won't stay for it, no more,

Don't you wish,
O', don't I wish.

- WillyToad*

… this is a Smokey the Toad™ production.

Monday, December 28, 2009

Lindy's.

Unpublished Works, © 1979, BillyPauleyJr.*

Lindy’s.

To the only sister that I’ve got,
You keep me wanting to smile a lot,
You finance me when the times are bad,
And revive me when they get too sad,
You help me out of tough situations,
And compliment my poetic creations,
For me, you’d put yourself in a bind,
How could you be lovely and at the same time so kind,
You feel for me when I am down,
And laugh for me when I act like a clown,
All these things you’ve done for me,
Thanx for being so sisterly,
There’s one more thing that needs your touch,
Would you please tell my sister I love her much.

- WillyToad*

… this is a Smokey the Toad™ production

Hint, Hint.

Unpublished Works, © 1979, BillyPauleyJr.*

Hint, Hint.

Here’s something that will never completely be paid for,
So I’ll give you some clues to make it harder to wait for,
It’s light and noisy if its name’s said aloud,
Something that helps yourself be more proud,
It may appear round, but believe me it’s flat,
It’s originally skinny, but the box makes it fat,
When I first saw it, I just may have cried,
Then I was thru’ thinking and it was fit to be tied,
If music should be offered it might set a pace,
And waiver the lines that appear on its face,
Some of them are, but this one’s not smelling,
And if reasoned with could be ever so telling,
Now it might be a runner or it might be a dancer,
But looking this over should give you the answer.

- WillyToad*

… this is a Smokey the Toad™ production

Sunday, December 27, 2009

Okay, But Now.

Unpublished Works, © 1979, BillyPauleyJr.*

Okay, But Now.

Girl, you’ve got me where I wanted you,
Now I’m a little bit puzzled on what I should do,
I wanted you to love me, but you turned the tables,
Now I’ve become a puppet and you hold the cables,
It’s okay that I love you ‘cos that’s how it should be,
Now see what you can do to try to love me.

- WillyToad*

… this is a Smokey the Toad™ production

Saturday, December 26, 2009

Our Silent Noise.

Unpublished Works, © 1979, BillyPauleyJr.*

Our Silent Noise.

The radio station is off the air,
So the music of our love, we now can share,
I look at you and you smile at me,
A beautiful relationship is what I see,
A wordless kiss upon the chin,
And this is where the love begins,
The music fills the air around us,
With the radio remaining completely soundless,
The thing that our love must surely enjoy,
Is the beauty of our silent noise.

- WillyToad*

… this is a Smokey the Toad™ production.

Friday, December 25, 2009

Time Lets The World Get Away.

Unpublished Works, © 1987, BillyPauleyJr.*

Time Lets The World Get Away.

You and your eyes and your heart understand me,
They see me, who I really am,
They care and they comfort and never demand me,
And always it seems so unplanned,
I never often ever tho't to remind you,
But I'd like to take time now to say,
I love ya sis', I love ya, I love ya I do,
With all my heart in every way,
O', with all my heart in every way,

Yeah, Tina I love ya,
I really love ya,
Tho' I never took the time out to say,
My life would be so much lesser without ya,
But time lets the world get away,
Yeah, time lets the world get away,

Often in a world so far from the rest,
But not a world away from my own,
Always one step ahead of the rest,
Quietly stealing the show,
And tho' you're too smart to not understand me,
This I wish to say for myself,
I love ya so much, I hope you can see,
A world without you is a shelf,
A dark and dusty shelf,

Yeah, Tina I love ya,
I really love ya,
Tho' I never took the time out to say,
My life would be so much lesser without ya,
But time lets the world get away,
Yeah, time lets the world get away,

Now in today and tomorrow forever,
I want you to always know,
At times like this when we can't be together,
Love doesn't die, Lord it grows,
And I have been away for so long,
And you for so long have been missed,
I know the love in my heart is so strong,
But did you know that I love ya sis',
Man, I so love you sis',

Yeah, Tina I love ya,
I really love ya,
Tho' I never took the time out to say,
My life would be so much lesser without ya,
But time lets the world get away,
Yeah, time lets the world get away,

Yeah, time,
Lets the world,
Get away.

- WillyToad*

… this is a Smokey the Toad™ production.

Thursday, December 24, 2009

Growin' Up With Dad.

Unpublished Works, © 1992, BillyPauleyJr.*

Growin' Up With Dad.

Well, I remember growin' up with Dad,
Those wonderful times we always had,
And why he never tho't so, I'll never know,
'Cos we sure had a terrific time,
Hangin' little sister on the laundry line,
She didn't mind, if we didn't hang her by her toes,

Dad was never much of a sport you see,
When we asked him to play hide and seek,
He'd tell us to hide, then off somewhere he'd go,
Later he'd stagger in from the club,
And he'd smile and look right down at us,
And say, so I see you finally found your way back home,

O', Daddy was our hero,
The best we ever had,
And even if it wasn't enough for us,
It sure was enough for Dad,

Well, I'm not sayin' that my dad was mean,
But one day he heard my little sister scream,
And he came out and found her hangin' on the laundry line,
Well, he yanked her down and he started to cuss,
Then he spanked my little sister instead of us,
Screamin' that it took him a year to hang that line,

Well, we felt bad for what we'd done,
We told my little sister not to worry none,
That we could always hang her from our favorite climbin' tree,
Well, she was always happy if we said she was,
And if we didn't make her eat too many bugs,
She's been that way since we made her eat a bumblebee,

O', Daddy was our hero,
The best we ever had,
And even if it wasn't enough for us,
It sure was enough for Dad,

Well, it's been years since I've been away,
And I'd like to go back and visit some day,
Dad says he wouldn't mind, 'cos he's never around,
He says he's ashamed of what we used to do,
And for everything we put my little sister thru'
And someday we oughta go back and cut her down,

O', Daddy was our hero,
The best we ever had,
And even if it wasn't enough for us,
It sure was enough for Dad,

Yeah, even if it wasn't enough for us,
It sure was enough for Dad.

- WillyToad*

… this is a Smokey the Toad™ production.

Wednesday, December 23, 2009

How Can I Tell You.

Unpublished Works, © 1981, BillyPauleyJr.*

How Can I Tell You.

Baby, you're something, you touch my heart,
You break me with laughter and you tear me apart,
And baby, that's something no one else can do,
Yeah, you've got that something I just can't lose,
Could I live without you or you without me,
That's something I don't know and I don't wanna see,
'Cos I love you so much, but at times it won't show,
So how can I tell you to be sure that you know,

I can tell you you're cute with the wink of an eye,
I can tell you I want you and I don't have to try,
These things I can tell you and you know that they're true,
But how can I tell you that I love you,

If I owned a galaxy, I'd give you the stars,
If love could be captured, I'd give you my heart,
And these are just dreams I wish to be true,
But they're still lovely tho'ts, so I give them to you,
You see, there's things that I want and things that I'll get,
And things that I'm not thru' fighting for yet,
And I know that I love you, but at times it won't show,
So how can I tell you to be sure that you know,

I can tell you you're cute with the wink of an eye,
I can tell you I want you and I don't have to try,
These things I can tell you and you know that they're true,
But how can I tell you that I love you,

Yeah, I can tell you you're beautiful without speaking a word,
I can tell you you're wonderful without being heard,
And I don't have a way with words, but baby you do,
So how can I tell you that I love you,

And the only way I tho't of that just might do,
Is to simply tell you... I love you.

- WillyToad*

… this is a Smokey the Toad™ production.

Tuesday, December 22, 2009

An Embarrassing Moment In The Baker's Bathroom While Jeff Was Spying On Sharon -or- Looks Can Be Deceiving.

Unpublished Works, © 1986, BillyPauleyJr.*

An Embarrassing Moment In The Baker's Bathroom While Jeff Was Spying On Sharon or Looks Can Be Deceiving.

One night we sat up late,
My roommate and me,
Talkin' 'bout the monkeys in our family trees,
Showin' off the pictures,
And searchin' our minds,
For all and any stories we could possibly find,
That's when it happened,
When it got out of hand,
He showed me a picture of a girl on the can,

O', Sharon, Sharon Phil-a-pot,
What fun we had with that bathroom shot,
The look on your face was an innocent one,
But with our minds in the gutter; we had some fun,

O', Jeff tried to tell me,
Tried to set things straight,
But I couldn't believe that silly grin on his face,
He told me that Sharon,
Was not on the can,
She's not the kind of girl to take a picture like that,
But he wasn't convincing,
With his probable truth,
And we couldn't stop laughing for an hour or two,

O', Sharon, Sharon Phil-a-pot,
What fun we had with that bathroom shot,
The look on your face was an innocent one,
But with our minds in the gutter; we had some fun,

Now I hope that our fun,
Hasn't damaged your heart,
You know we didn't mean it 'cos I know you're that smart,
But if you could've seen it,
The same way we did,
The deception of innocence thru' a camera lens,
And Jeff and I are calm now,
We've got a plan you see,
We're sending your picture to Life magazine,

O', Sharon, Sharon Phil-a-pot,
What fun we had with that bathroom shot,
The look on your face was an innocent one,
But with our minds in the gutter; we had some fun,

O', with our minds in the gutter,
We had some fun.

- WillyToad*

… this is a Smokey the Toad™ production.

Monday, December 21, 2009

True Love.

Unpublished Works, © 2009, BillyPauleyJr.*

True Love.

You wonder why your soul is dead,
You suffer the world inside your head,
You can let your binding spirit cling,
To universally complicated things,
Or you can listen to your heart instead,

There’s no true love,
Love is already true,
There’s no bad love,
Love isn’t cruel,
There is no greater/lesser good,
You either love… or you should,
There’s no love that isn’t true,

One cannot make love truer still,
By adding adjectives at will,
Love is love is all you get,
No more to need, nevertheless,
Disappointment is your own treadmill,

There’s no true love,
Love is already true,
There’s no bad love,
Love isn’t cruel,
There is no greater/lesser good,
You either love… or you should,
There’s no love that isn’t true,

One who says there’s true love yet,
Has one that isn’t; o’ I’ll bet,
And there within their finite haze,
Limitations make their way,
Sadly they believe the lie they let,

There’s no true love,
Love is already true,
There’s no bad love,
Love isn’t cruel,
There is no greater/lesser good,
You either love… or you should,
There’s no love that isn’t true,

There’s only one love,
There’s only one true,
Don’t let your innocence lie to you,
There's no love that isn't true.

- WillyToad*

… this is a Smokey the Toad™ production.

Sunday, December 20, 2009

The End.

Unpublished Works, © 1982, BillyPauleyJr.*

The End.

This is the end,
You said to me,
No more songs of love,
This is the end,
The final scene,
You've had more than enough,

No, this is the edge,
The softening ledge,
That tells you when to stop,
The pulling away,
The crumbling days,
That beg you to go on,

Please don't take a step in the wrong direction,
Please don't take a fall you don't deserve,
Don't lose your taste for love and its affection,
Please be strong altho' you may be hurt,

So it's over,
So you say,
It's time for you to cry,
Your only love,
Has gone away,
It's time for you to die,
No, this is the time,
For you to fly,
Your chance to venture free,
It's tough, I know,
But you must go,
And simply let it be,

Please don't take a step in the wrong direction,
Please don't take a fall you don't deserve,
Don't lose your taste for love and its affection,
Please be strong altho' you may be hurt,

This is the end,
The final word,
All I have to say,
Nothing, no one,
Does deserve,
To end in such a way,
So hold on tight,
Without a fight,
You're guaranteed to win,
'Cos no matter what,
You lose in love,
You still gain a friend,

Please don't take a step in the wrong direction,
Please don't take a fall you don't deserve,
Don't lose your taste for love and its affection,
Please be strong altho' you may be hurt,

Please be strong,
Altho' I know, you're hurt.

- WillyToad*

… this is a Smokey the Toad™ production.

Friday, December 18, 2009

Sick Poem II.

Unpublished Works, © 1980, BillyPauleyJr.*

Sick Poem II.

Try not to let it get you down,
It happens to the best,
Don’t think you’re a dummy just because,
You flunked your urine test.

- WillyToad*

… this is a Smokey the Toad™ production.

Monday, December 14, 2009

Thirty-Nine Below.

Unpublished Works, © 2009, BillyPauleyJr.*

Thirty-Nine Below.

I was born in the shadow of JFK at,
Thirty-nine below,
So when the northern air brings a foggy day,
I seldom feel as cold,
Frozen here, beyond the feel,
Of anything, I know is real,
More comfortable than you could know,

O’, I’m used to the cold, cold sky,
I’ve been living my life on the outside,
It’s been thirty-nine below most of my life,
I’m not likely to suffer from overexposure,
Altho’ there be ice in the storm,
My heart, I know, e’er be colder,
For the hurt; the pain that I know at,
Thirty-nine below,

I was introduced to slavery by,
The guilt of no one I know,
So when prejudice turns its ugly face,
I seldom feel as cold,
Frozen here, inside the blood,
Of every wrong, that ever was,
Less confident than I could show,

O’, I’m used to the cold, cold sky,
I’ve been living my life on the outside,
It’s been thirty-nine below most of my life,
I’m not likely to suffer from overexposure,
Altho’ there be ice in the storm,
My heart, I know, e’er be colder,
For the hurt; the pain that I know at,
Thirty-nine below,

O’, nothing matters as much at,
Thirty-nine below,
Nothing; no one as such at,
Thirty-nine below,
Life is easy, but not so good,
Nothing’s so lonely as misunderstood,
Frozen here, I’m colder than you’ll ever know at,
Thirty-nine below,

My love died in the springtime sun at,
Thirty-nine below,
So when faced with my own loneliness,
I seldom feel as cold,
Frozen here, without faith,
The cold sacrifice, of my own days,
More or less stranded; the life that I know,

O’, I’m used to the cold, cold sky,
I’ve been living my life on the outside,
It’s been thirty-nine below most of my life,
I’m not likely to suffer from overexposure,
Altho’ there be ice in the storm,
My heart, I know, e’er be colder,
For the hurt; the pain that I know at,
Thirty-nine below,

There is no sacrifice; there is no strife,
There is no worry, no fury; there is no life at,
Thirty-nine below.

- WillyToad*

… this is a Smokey the Toad™ production.

Saturday, December 12, 2009

No Snow In Hawai'i.

Unpublished Works, Copyright 2009, BillyPauleyJr.*

No Snow In Hawai'i.

I wake up in mid January,
Two hours early today,
Gotta get myself to work on time,
Gotta shovel snow out of my way,
Right now my tail is freezing,
My face and fingers are numb,
But in only three days I'll be smiling,
Honolulu here I come,
O' 'cos there's,
No snow in Hawai'i,
No ice on the beach,
The only thing frozen is my margarita,
When the hula girl brings it to me,
Out here on Wai'kiki Beach,
Working on my tourist tan,
Somewhere back in Missouri,
An ice storm freezes the land,
And as the windchill in Hawai'i,
Reaches eighty two above zero,
I'll remember somewhere in Omaha,
It's probably eighty two below,
O' but there's,
No snow in Hawai'i,
No ice on the beach,
The only thing frozen is my margarita,
When the hula girl brings it to me,
Headed back to the mainland,
O' how I wish I could stay,
How silly will I look in Missouri now,
In my sandals and kukui nut lei,
I guess I'll just get out my snow shovel,
And wipe these frozen tears away,
O' but there's,
No snow in Hawai'i,
No ice on the beach,
The only thing frozen was my margarita,
When the hula girl bro't it to me,
O' there's no snow in Hawai'i,
And now... there's no me.

-WillyToad*

...this is a SmokeytheToad production.

Tamara Louise Marshall.

Unpublished Works, © 1982, BillyPauleyJr.*

Tamara Louise Marshall.

Touch me, let me know,
Always I want to feel this way,
My life has never known,
A love to be so full of faith,
Reach for me in sadness,
Always I'll try to make it right,
Living in this madness,
Only you make it worth the fight,
Under that soft, silky body,
Into those deep, brown eyes,
Something special calls me,
Embracing me with smiles,
Meet me in a daydream,
Answer me in prayer,
Run thru' blazing hell with me,
Save me from despair,
Hey, girl, touch me let me know,
Always I want to feel this way,
Life has never known,
Love to be so full of faith.

- WillyToad*

… this is a Smokey the Toad™ production.

Thursday, December 10, 2009

I Just Quit Dreaming Today.

Unpublished Works, © 1981, BillyPauleyJr.*

I Just Quit Dreaming Today.

I guess time is my answer,
But I don't see it likely,
I'll never be the better man,
That I feel is inside me,
I won't be disappointed,
'Cos I can't say that I've tried,
But the friends I've had that knew me well,
Will surely be surprised,

They'll say,
Why have you given up on your dream,
Why did you throw it away,
And if I answer honestly,
I won't have a thing to say,
I just quit dreaming today,

Maybe I could blame something,
But who would it satisfy,
'Cos my life is going so well,
And nothing could justify,
So it's not within my sorrow,
That I've come to you to say,
It always comes down to reality,
So it's there that I've come to stay,

And you may say,
Why have you given up on your dream,
Why did you throw it away,
And if I answer honestly,
I won't have a thing to say,
I just quit dreaming today,

Has this world been cold to me,
Can I give it a second tho't,
Well my first was to captivate the world with my song,
This... was my second tho't,
Don't be down in my discouragement,
I didn't mean to step on your dreams,
And if you still believe in me,
Then it was well worth setting it free,

Altho' you will say,
Why have you given up on your dream,
Why did you throw it away,
And if I answer honestly,
I won't have a thing to say,

O', why would you do this to yourself,
I know you will make it someday,
But if I answer honestly,
I just quit dreaming today.

- WillyToad*

… this is a Smokey the Toad™ production.

Wednesday, December 9, 2009

Published!

SmokeytheToad* author, Drake* (subsidiary label: Dark Inc.) got his horror flash fiction story: "MO-23; Mile 13." published today! Go see and provide feedback: http://newfleshmagazine.blogspot.com/


- Posted by iToad*

Tuesday, December 8, 2009

Pausal Note #8

29 years ago John Ono Lennon was senselessly murdered outside his home in New York City. Please take a moment today to hUg someone & give peace a chance. Imagine... lOve... it's all you need.

Monday, December 7, 2009

Red, White And Blue Christmas.

Unpublished Works, © 2002, BillyPauleyJr.*

Red, White, and Blue Christmas.

Christmas is near,
I’m missing you so,
There’s emptiness,
Under the mistletoe,
The kids are restless,
To put up a tree,
2001 colours,
What will they be,

It’s gonna be red,
For our strikes against terror,
It’s gonna be white,
For the truth we hold near,
It’s gonna be blue,
For our enduring freedom,
It’s gonna be red, white, and blue,
For Christmas this year,

Silver bells ring,
Every place that I go,
Bringing indifference,
In all that I know,
I got your present early,
With help from your mom,
We went out to Missouri,
Wrote your name on a bomb,

O’, it’s gonna be red,
For our strikes against terror,
It’s gonna be white,
For the truth we hold near,
It’s gonna be blue,
For our enduring freedom,
It’s gonna be red, white, and blue,
For Christmas this year,

O’, the kids they sing,
And they pray for you,
I close my eyes,
To steal time we knew,
In God’s miracle,
We feel you so near,
We are blessed to share,
An American Christmas this year,

O’, it’s gonna be red,
For our strikes against terror,
It’s gonna be white,
For the truth we hold near,
It’s gonna be blue,
For our enduring freedom,
It’s gonna be red, white, and blue,
For Christmas this year,

Yes, it’s gonna be red, white, and o’, so blue,
Without you here.

- WillyToad*

… this is a Smokey the Toad™ production.

Sunday, December 6, 2009

Friends.

Unpublished Works, © 1980, BillyPauleyJr.*

Friends.

Friends are for comfort,
And friends are for care,
I am your friend,
And I’ll always be there,
Friends are for laughter,
And friends are for fear,
I am your friend,
And I’ll always be near,
Friends are for advice,
And friends are for pleasure,
I am your friend,
And I will be forever.

- WillyToad*

… this is a Smokey the Toad™ production.

Friday, December 4, 2009

Desert Island.

Unpublished Works, © 2003, BillyPauleyJr.*

Desert Island.

Welcome to me,
I'm your desert island,
I'm the place you didn't want to be,
I am lonely,
No use in tryin',
Everywhere you go, you can't escape me,

When you sailed out,
Surely you knew,
There was danger in the sea,
When you capsized,
I was solid ground,
But a prison, now you see,

Welcome to me,
I'm your desert island,
I'm the place you didn't want to be,
I am lonely,
No use in tryin',
Everywhere you go, you can't escape me,

When you look up,
And wish in the starlight,
For love to reach you today,
Remember the chill,
Of my sleepless nights,
With your hope still an ocean away,

O', welcome to me,
I'm your desert island,
I'm the place you didn't want to be,
I am lonely,
No use in tryin',
Everywhere you go, you can't escape me,

O', you took your chances,
In the big sea of love,
Now you're stuck here forever,
On the isle of mistrust,

O', in love, I am lonely,
No use in tryin',
Welcome to me,
I'm your desert island.

- WillyToad*

… this is a Smokey the Toad™ production.

Wednesday, December 2, 2009

New York City Blues.

Unpublished Works, © 2002, BillyPauleyJr.*

New York City Blues.

From Knob Noster, Missouri,
Up to Caribou, Maine,
Down to Miami, Florida,
Out Seattle way,
Over California,
Texas thru’ and thru’,
Alaska and Hawaii,
And Puerto Rico too,
We all stand united,
And face the hardest news,
We sing the saddest song we know,
New York City blues,

From St. Paul, Minnesota,
To my old Kentucky home,
From Mobile, Alabama,
To Boise, Idaho,
From a Rocky Mountain high,
To a Death Valley low,
Across the Appalachians,
Thru’ the Poconos,
We all stand united,
And face the hardest news,
We sing the saddest song we know,
New York City blues,

Under the arch in St. Louis,
Into Chesapeake Bay,
Over the rainbow in Kansas,
On the beach in L.A.,
We all stand united,
And sing the saddest song,
But don’t take us for granted,
We won’t sing it for long,
We all stand united,
And face the hardest news,
We sing the saddest song we know,
New York City blues,

Yeah, the shortest sad song we know,
New York City blues.

- WillyToad*

… this is a Smokey the Toad™ production.

Monday, November 30, 2009

Then (She Cries).

Unpublished Works, © 2004, BillyPauleyJr.*

Then (She Cries).

She goes to work,
She puts on her smile,
She’s beautiful,
If only for a while,
O’, if she looks the part,
Maybe she’ll forget,
But for now, her beauty lies,
She isn’t happy yet,

O’, she’s beautiful, but,
She isn’t happy yet,

O’, just beyond her smile,
Lies her aching heart,
Swollen with her tears and broken pride,
She’s just a moment away,
From losing it all,
But it makes her feel safe now, just to hide,
So she hides,
‘Til she finds time alone, then,
She cries,

O’, when she finds time alone, then,
She cries,

O’, she comes home,
And loves her only child,
She’s so beautiful,
If only for a while,
O’, if her baby smiles,
Maybe she’ll forget,
But for now, she only tries,
She isn’t happy yet,

O’, she’s beautiful, but,
She isn’t happy yet,

O’, just beyond her smile,
Lies her aching heart,
Swollen with her tears and broken pride,
She’s just a moment away,
From losing it all,
But it makes her feel safe now, just to hide,
So she hides,
‘Til her baby goes to sleep, then,
She cries,

O’, when her baby goes to sleep, then,
She cries,

O’, she hides under a smile,
That’s so beautiful to see,
But just beyond the surface,
Is a pain she can’t believe,
And every now and then,
When her heart can hold no more,
In her eyes,
You’ll realize,
Her soul’s an open door,

And the tears she holds are way too big,
To hide there anymore,

Her happiness is broken,
Her truth will hit the floor,

O’, she goes on,
Masquerading in her smile,
She’s beautiful,
If only for a while,
Maybe if she tries,
Her strength will pay her debt,
But in her weakness,
She isn’t happy yet,

O’, she’s beautiful, but,
She isn’t happy yet,

O’, just beyond her smile,
Lies her aching heart,
Swollen with her tears and broken pride,
She’s just a moment away,
From losing it all,
But it makes her feel safe now, just to hide,
So she hides,
‘Til she finds time alone, then,
She cries,

O’, when her baby goes to sleep, then,
She cries,
O’, when she’s looking right at you, then,
She lies,
But when she’s looking for the truth, then,
She cries, then,
She cries, o’, then,
She cries,

O’, then and only then,
She cries.

- WillyToad*

… this is a Smokey the Toad™ production.

Friday, November 27, 2009

Even If I Don't (I Want You).

Unpublished Works, © 2007, BillyPauleyJr.*

Even if I Don’t (I Want You).

When I become famous,
I want you to know,
That I want you in my life,
When I make my first million,
Stealing the show,
O’, I want you as my wife,

O’, when I make it big,
When life pays its dues,
When I make a fortune,
While I’m on the news,
I want you with me,
Whenever I do,
Hell, even if I don’t,
I want you,
O’, I want you in my life (yeah, yeah),
Yeah, I want you as my wife,

When I strike oil,
While I’m digging for gold,
O’, I want you in my life,
When I put up my sign,
Over one million sold,
I want you as my wife,

O’, when I make it big,
When life pays its dues,
When I make a fortune,
While I’m on the news,
I want you with me,
Whenever I do,
Hell, even if I don’t,
I want you,
O’, I want you in my life (yeah, yeah),
Yeah, I want you as my wife,

When I get discouraged,
You know sometimes I do,
I want you in my life,
When I need somebody,
To help me get thru’,
O’, I want you as my wife,
O’, when I fall down,
When life breaks in two,
When I lose a fortune,
Waiting on the news,
I still want you with me,
Whenever I do,
Hell, even if I don’t,
I want you,

Yeah, when I make it big,
When life pays its dues,
When I make a fortune,
While I’m on the news,
I want you with me,
Whenever I do,
Hell, even if I don’t,
I want you,
O’, I want you in my life (yeah, yeah),
Yeah, I want you as my wife,

Don’t you know it, baby,
I want you as my wife,
In my life… as my wife.

- WillyToad*

… this is a Smokey the Toad™ production.

Thursday, November 26, 2009

Golden Ticket.

Unpublished Works, © 2002, BillyPauleyJr.*

Golden Ticket.

Out in the streets of broken hearts,
I walk along and play my part,
Always wishing for something more,
But I don’t expect what I hope for,
And just as sure as I can be,
Life infinitely surprises me,

O’, your love is my Golden Ticket,
Giving me a chance to win,
Making me believe in myself,
Inviting my heart to begin,
O’, your love is my Golden Ticket,
Helping me to believe,
A lifetime supply of affection,
Not confection is what I need,

Out here they’re not devoted,
The streets are sugar coated,
They make me cry deep down inside,
They make me wonder why,
But just as I should turn away,
Life turns out I turn your way,

O’, your love is my Golden Ticket,
Giving me a chance to win,
Making me believe in myself,
Inviting my heart to begin,
O’, your love is my Golden Ticket,
Helping me to believe,
A lifetime supply of affection,
Not confection is what I need,

Alone, I am just me,
With you, life is so sweet,
Not unreal, not love stolen,
Not pretend, you are Golden,

O’, your love is my Golden Ticket,
Giving me a chance to win,
Making me believe in myself,
Inviting my heart to begin,
O’, your love is my Golden Ticket,
Helping me to believe,
A lifetime supply of affection,
Not confection is what I need.

- WillyToad*

… this is a Smokey the Toad™ production.

Thank You Pennsylvania!!

Unpublished Works, © 2002, BillyPauleyJr.*

Thank You, Pennsylvania!!

Thank you, New York City,
For standing tall inside your pain,
For reaching out from your ground zero,
Enduring freedom just the same,
In our worry and our sorrow,
In our anger and disgust,
Thank you, New York City,
For the strength you’ve given us,

Thank you, Washington, D.C.,
For your capital resolve,
For harboring our freedom,
For the terror you dissolved,
Like the words from Fort McHenry,
And our flag was still there”,
Thank you, Washington, D.C.,
For the confidence you bear,

Thank you, Pennsylvania,
For the difference you made,
The sacrifice your earth withstood,
Surely changed our fate,
Like a hero, like a soldier,
You never questioned why,
Thank you, Pennsylvania,
For the hatred you denied,

Thank you, Pennsylvania,
For saving our lives.

- WillyToad*

… this is a Smokey the Toad™ production.

Wednesday, November 25, 2009

Aphrodite.

Unpublished Works, © 2005, BillyPauleyJr.*

Aphrodite.

She has such beautiful hair,
Like a New England fall,
Like a sunset in paradise,
Like no other at all,
Her hair is living emotion,
Colouring her in tandem,
O’, the colour of strength,
Blending colours of abandon,

O’, her hair is beauty,
Only a goddess may possess,
Flowing sweet, like music,
Filling my heart with peacefulness,

Her hair flames like a fire,
Burning hot in my soul,
Melting my resistance,
With her whispers of gold,
Yet tranquility lies,
In her quiet earth tones,
Soft and cool with her charm,
Feeling closer to home,

O’, her hair is beauty,
Only a goddess may possess,
Flowing sweet, like music,
Filling my heart with peacefulness,

O’, her hair is beauty,
A spectrum unknown,
Like the life of a painting,
The Sunflowers of Van Gogh,

O’, her hair is beauty,
Only Aphrodite e’er possessed,
Flowing sweet, like music,
Filling my heart with peacefulness.

- WillyToad*

… this is a Smokey the Toad™ production.

Tuesday, November 24, 2009

Cute (She Shouldn't Have To Be So).

Unpublished Works, © 2003, BillyPauleyJr.*

Cute(She Shouldn't Have To Be So).

She looks good in any clothes,
O', she looks good in none, she knows,
But she don't want the guys to see,
And treat her like a piece of meat,
O', she defends her right to flirt,
She pretends it doesn't hurt,
When some guy takes her playful words,
And makes her sorry to be heard,

O', she shouldn't have to be so cute,
She shouldn't have to, but it's true,
She's gonna wear an extra shirt,
She's gonna give you all her worse,
She shouldn't have to be so cute,

She wants attention, yes she does,
But not 'cos she's the only one,
She wants to be among the crowd,
And have her lover pick her out,
O', she admits she can't disguise,
Her sexy voice and hungry eyes,
But just because she's such a sight,
It doesn't give away the right,

O', she shouldn't have to be so cute,
She shouldn't have to, but it's true,
She's gonna wear an extra shirt,
She's gonna give you all her worse,
She shouldn't have to be so cute,

And when she no longer plays,
Don't pretend you looked away,

O', she shouldn't have to be so cute,
She shouldn't have to, but it's true,
She's gonna wear an extra shirt,
She's gonna give you all her worse,
She shouldn't have to be so cute,

She just wants the freedom to, o' yeah,
But she shouldn't have to be so cute.

-WillyToad*

… this is a Smokey the Toad™ production.

Monday, November 23, 2009

Way Back... Now.

Unpublished Works, © 1979, BillyPauleyJr.*

Way Back… Now.

When you were fragile and I was tough,
When blue jeans and Michelob did its stuff,
When pills and parties were really in,
When the marijuana leaf was our best friend,
When baby blue took us to the prom,
When we were chauffeured by Dad and David’s mom,
When we were sure that our love was strong,
When things were right and nothing wrong,
When we were together ‘cos we knew how,
When was this and what is now?

- WillyToad*

… this is a Smokey the Toad™ production.

Friday, November 20, 2009

Love Has No Bounty.

Unpublished Works, © 2002, BillyPauleyJr.*

Love Has No Bounty.

In a selfish world,
You can only give if you take,
Your soul is bound to suffer,
Your heart is bound to break,
O’, the ransom you want,
Is too rich for my blood,
I get what is mine,
If you get enough,

O’, when you’re counting your money,
Don’t count on me,
But when you count on love,
O’, do count me, please,
Minds they will change,
And hearts they will bleed,
But faith has no prison,
And love has no bounty,

In a world of worry,
You never learn to let go,
Does he really love you,
Will you really know,
O’, the answer you give,
Is too weak and too small,
I get what is mine,
If you get it all,

O’, when you’re counting your money,
Don’t count on me,
But when you count on love,
O’, do count me, please,
Minds they will change,
And hearts they will bleed,
But faith has no prison,
And love has no bounty,

O’, when you’re counting your treasures,
Don’t count on me,
But when you count on love,
Count me, o’, please,
Minds they will change,
And hearts they will bleed,
But faith has no prison,
And love has no bounty,

O’, you can’t be selfish,
In your worry you’ll drown me,
O’, please stay in the castle,
Of the love where you crowned me,
Faith has no prison,
Love has no bounty,

O’, faith has no prison, dear,
Love has no bounty.

- WillyToad*

… this is a Smokey the Toad™ production.

Thursday, November 19, 2009

Nepenthe.

Unpublished Works, © 1999, BillyPauleyJr.*

Nepenthe.

It’s the search for the nepenthe,
That finds us on our knees,
It’s the long and lonely silence,
It’s our superficial needs,
There’s a crying child within us,
Whom we spoilt for nothing less,
Than the prize we tho’t was waiting,
Which was squandered in the quest,

It’s the search for the nepenthe,
That serves our vengeful ways,
It’s the anger, it’s the spitefulness,
Controlled in younger days,
It’s the sinful vices lurking,
Pleading madly for a chance,
It’s our overbearing urges,
Calling music to the dance,

It’s the search for the nepenthe,
That claims so many souls,
It’s rapacious exploration,
It’s the digging for the gold,
Where hearts are thusly broken,
In multiples of two,
We dare throw down the gauntlet,
In the residence of fools,

It’s the search for the nepenthe,
That unveils our mortal flaw,
Our inability to controvert,
The love we haven’t lost,
It’s the sadness while in waiting,
It’s the truth while in disgust,
It’s the cognizance of perfidy,
That casts us in the dust,

It’s the search for the nepenthe,
That will claim our very life,
It’s the irony, from which it’s bred,
That calls us to our plight,
It’s the frailty of our spirit,
It’s desire to self-escape,
It’s the certainty of uncertainty,
We do not wish to face,

It’s the search for the nepenthe,
That calls us to our worst,
It’s the prayer that won’t deliver,
When the truth is in reverse,
It’s the wanting, it’s the aching,
It’s the liberating grief,
It’s the search for the nepenthe,
That finds us on our knees.

- WillyToad*

… this is a Smokey the Toad™ production.

Pausal Note #7

Unpublished Works, Copyright 2009, BillyPauleyJr.*

"what is lost to the world is gained to the soul" (note to Melanie*) -WillyToad*

-from the works, Warm Tho'ts by WillyToad*

Monday, November 16, 2009

Not (That) Cute.

Unpublished Works, © 2001, BillyPauleyJr.*

Not (That) Cute.

O’, I don’t know,
Much about her,
She could be a space cadet,
She could be,
The smartest person,
I don’t know… I don’t know her yet,
But that’s what,
I’m here to tell you,
I don’t care what she can do,
Just as long,
As she’s pretty,
And, o’, that girl is cute,

O’, she’s cute,
She don’t’ need no degree,
Yeah, she’s cute,
That’s all I’ll ever need,
You may say that I’m shallow and rude,
But it’s probably ‘cos you’re not cute,

O’, I don’t want,
Much from her,
Just a little… again and again,
And I won’t take,
Nothing for it,
Just a little… again and again,
And I’m here,
O’, to tell you,
I don’t care if she hasn’t a clue,
Just as long,
As she’s pretty,
And, o’, my, my… she is cute,

O’, she’s cute,
She don’t’ need no degree,
Yeah, she’s cute,
She’s all I’ll ever need,
O’, you say that I’m shallow and rude,
But only because you’re not cute,

O’, whoever said it ain’t right,
To judge a book by the cover it’s in,
Has never seen such a night,
Between the covers of books that I’ve been,

O’, you’re cute,
You don’t’ need no degree,
Yeah, you’re cute,
You’re all that I’ll need,
O’, you say that I’m shallow and rude,
But who cares… you’re not that cute.

- WillyToad*

… this is a Smokey the Toad™ production.

Saturday, November 14, 2009

The Day We Fell In Love.

Unpublished Works, © 1999, BillyPauleyJr.*

The Day We Fell In Love.

High on a mountain in West Virginia,
I still remember the day,
I looked into your eyes and saw,
The words you couldn’t say,

I still remember holding you close,
I still remember you shivering so,

It was the kiss of an angel,
A spark from the moon,
It was a gift from heaven above,
It was the greatest moment,
In our sweet lives,
It was the day we fell in love,

High on a tower in Paris France,
I still remember the night,
You looked into my eyes and saw,
The love you want for life,

I still remember holding you close,
I still remember you shivering so,

It was the kiss of an angel,
A spark from the moon,
It was a gift from heaven above,
It was the greatest moment,
In our sweet lives,
It was the night we fell in love,

Here in a moment without you near,
I still remember those times,
I look into my heart and see,
Our love will never die,

I still remember holding you then,
I still remember you and over again,

It was the kiss of an angel,
A spark from the moon,
It was a gift from heaven above,
It was the greatest moment,
In our sweet lives,
It was the time we fell in love,

It was the day we fell in love,
It was the night we fell in love,
O'... it was the time... we fell... in love.

- WillyToad*

… this is a Smokey the Toad™ production.

Friday, November 13, 2009

I Get So Lonely.

Unpublished Works, © 1981, BillyPauleyJr.*

I Get So Lonely.

How do I keep from losing you,
How do I keep including you,
How do I know your love won’t go away,
How do I keep from boring you,
How do I keep adoring you,
How do I know your love is here to stay,

Well, I don’t,
And I won’t,
That’s what makes it romantic,
And tho’ I know,
I should not panic,
Sometimes I do,
When I’m without you,
‘Cos I get so lonely I can’t stand it,

How do I keep from missing you,
How do I keep on kissing you,
How do I know your love won’t let me down,
How do I keep from leaving you,
How do I keep on pleasing you,
How do I know your love will be around,

Well, I don’t,
And I won’t,
That’s what makes it romantic,
And tho’ I know,
I should not panic,
Sometimes I do,
When I’m without you,
‘Cos I get so lonely I can’t stand it,

How do I keep from freeing you,
How do I keep on seeing you,
How do I know your love won’t pass me by,
How do I keep from fighting you,
How do I keep delighting you,
How do I know your love will still be mine,

Well, I don’t,
And I won’t,
That’s what makes it romantic,
And tho’ I know,
I should not panic,
Sometimes I do,
When I’m without you,
‘Cos I get so lonely I can’t stand it,

Yeah, sometimes I do,
When I’m without you,
‘Cos I get so lonely I can’t stand it.

- WillyToad*

… this is a Smokey the Toad™ production.

Tuesday, November 10, 2009

Jodi.

Unpublished Works, © 2009, BillyPauleyJr.*

Jodi.

I can’t say I know just where I am,
In the story that’s written for me,
All of my endings,
Are clever beginnings,
From an author who’s pen never sleeps,
I’m a tragedy Shakespeare wouldn’t write,
A loneliness Van Gogh couldn’t paint,
But in my deepest dark,
You are the spark,
That warms me like an open flame,

Just when I tho’t I was over,
O’, I can’t get over you,
Don’t know how you turn me around,
I only know that you do,

I feel like I’ve outlived a lifetime,
Yet I wake every morning still,
In my setting sun,
The day is not done,
I find a way where it seems there’s no will,
I’m gravity without an attraction,
An ocean without changing tides,
But in my darkest depth,
You are the breath,
That fills me from the inside,

Just when I tho’t I was over,
O’, I can’t get over you,
Don’t know how you turn me around,
I only know that you do,

O’, my broken heart makes me weary,
But your unbreaking ways make me smile,
O’, and I do not know,
How you found my soul,
But I’d love you to stay here awhile,

Just when I tho’t I was over,
O’, I can’t get over you,
Don’t know how you turn me around,
I only know that you do, o’ yeah,

Just when I tho’t I was over,
O’, I can’t get over you.

- WillyToad*

… this is a Smokey the Toad™ production.

Saturday, November 7, 2009

A Prayer Of Strength.

Unpublished Works, © 1982, BillyPauleyJr.*

A Prayer Of Strength.

Dear God,
I need you now,
I need your loving arms,
To sweep down and grab the plow,
For all the earth around me,
Has hardened into stone,
What once was a comfort,
Has now cut to the bone,
I haven’t a single penny,
To offer to your church,
The only thing I have for you,
Is a soul that has been hurt,
But God you know my goodness,
Has always been enough,
But how do I prove that to,
The lady that I love,
God I need some answers,
I need something fast,
How can I be beautiful,
With such an ugly past,
Nothing would mean more to me,
Than to simply call my own,
The love, honor and faithfulness,
That comes from our home,
But my pride has been to ridicule,
What slaves are to a sinner,
A sharp curtailing to the end,
For such a young beginner,
If I am to sow a seed,
Should I take a chance,
Or should I wisely choose my crop,
And ask it of your hand,
I know whatever comes to me,
Will be within your will,
The tho’t alone does comfort me,
And holds my spirit still,
Dear God, I thank you for the strength,
To turn this earth about,
And last, don’t dare let me forget,
To thank you for the plow.

- WillyToad*

… this is a Smokey the Toad™ production.

Thursday, November 5, 2009

My World.

Unpublished Works, © 2003, BillyPauleyJr.*

My World.

O’, my world,
Is overrun with peace,
Love is the staple,
In my diversity,
But sadly my world,
Is just my dream,
A star in the night,
Of reality,

O’, I see the world,
The shape of the souls within,
And I see me, true,
O’, I don’t fit in,
I just won’t fit in,

In my world,
Run hearts of gold,
Truth is the wisdom,
In the treasure I hold,
But sadly I find,
Wherever I go,
My world alone,
Is no place I know,

O’, I see the world,
The shape of the souls within,
And I see me, true,
O’, I don’t fit in,
I just won’t fit in,

O’, my world,
Not the world,
When will it begin,

This world,
The real world,
O’, I don’t fit in,
I just won’t fit in.

- WillyToad*

… this is a Smokey the Toad™ production.

Wednesday, November 4, 2009

(She Held) Butterflies.

Unpublished Works, © 2004, BillyPauleyJr.*

(She Held) Butterflies.

On the outside she looked like a fortress,
Like a place I would never go,
On the inside she looked like a mistress,
Like a lover I needed to know,
She could snap my will in her steely way,
Grounding my strength with her style,
But in the sweetest way she was beautiful,
Softly for me she held butterflies,

O’, she was wrong for me,
In so many ways,
Yet she could melt my heart,
With her eyes,
I was trying my best,
Just to turn away,
But there, in her charm,
She held butterflies,
O’, softly for me she held butterflies,

In her silence her passion was frozen,
Her yearning so secret to me,
In her eyes my love was unbroken,
Nothing lost in her shining sea,
She could make me doubt in her loyalty,
Filling my heart with her disguise,
But in her truth she was beautiful,
Softly for me she held butterflies,

O’, she was wrong for me,
In so many ways,
Yet she could melt my heart,
With her eyes,
I was trying my best,
Just to turn away,
But there, in her charm,
She held butterflies,
O’, softly for me she held butterflies,

She seemed to hold a warning,
Daring to unfold,
But tearful eyes,
And butterflies,
Is all her heart does hold,

So she pretends to love me not,
And I, in turn, reprise,
But deep inside her stealthy heart,
Softly for me she held butterflies,

O’, she was wrong for me,
In so many ways,
Yet she could melt my heart,
With her eyes,
I was trying my best,
Just to turn away,
But there, in her charm,
She held butterflies,
O’, softly for me she held butterflies.

- WillyToad*

… this is a Smokey the Toad™ production.

Tuesday, November 3, 2009

A Girl Like Gladys.

Unpublished Works, © 2002, BillyPauleyJr.*

A Girl Like Gladys.

I want a girl like Gladys,
I want to feel the same,
I want a love come freely,
When I call her name,
I want a girl like Gladys,
I want a love so fine,
To say… I’d rather live in his world,
Than without him… in mine,

I want a girl like Gladys,
I want a smooth romance,
I don’t want a question,
I won’t take a chance,
I want a girl like Gladys,
I want a love divine,
To say… I’d rather live in his world,
Than without him… in mine,

A girl like Gladys,
She would… set me on fire,
A girl like Gladys,
She’s my… heart’s desire,
I think about my lovers,
How deep and dark and sad is,
Living here inside my world,
Without a girl like Gladys,

I want a girl like Gladys,
I want to hear her song,
I want to know her anthem,
I want to sing along,
I want a girl like Gladys,
I want a love of time,
To say… I’d rather live in his world,
Than without him… in mine,

O’, yeah, she’d rather live in my world,
Than without me…,
A girl like Gladys.

- WillyToad*

… this is a Smokey the Toad™ production.

Thursday, October 29, 2009

(Sittin' Out) Slow Dance.

Unpublished Works, © 1982, BillyPauleyJr.*

(Sittin' Out) Slow Dance.

I know life has its bad times,
It’s the uncertainty of it all that gets me down,
The wheel of life is half made up of sad times,
It’s amazing just how fast it spins around,

Maybe I’m chancing it,
Dancing with a stranger like you,
You may step on my toes,
And not care if you do,

I really need to win,
But I’m so afraid to lose,

It’s time for me to step out of the spotlight,
It’s time for me to find a new romance,
I found you and I think that you are just right,
But I’d like to sit it out until the slow dance,
Yes, I’d like to sit it out until the slow dance,

I know love is bitter in my mind now,
And I’ve misunderstood from beginning to end,
I tho’t pretending was better than constant doubt,
And I always tho’t I’d receive if I’d send,

Maybe I’m rushing it,
Touching with a stranger like you,
You may hurt me bad,
And not care if you do,

I’m so afraid to win,
But I really don’t need to lose,

It’s time for me to step out of the hot lights,
It’s time for me and you and our romance,
Yeah, I found you and you seem like you’d be alright,
But I’d like to sit it out until the slow dance,
Yes, I’d like to sit it out until the slow dance.

- WillyToad*

… this is a Smokey the Toad™ production.

Tuesday, October 27, 2009

It's Her.

Unpublished Works, © 1980, BillyPauleyJr.*

It’s Her.

One day I picked up my guitar,
And I said to myself secretly,
One day I’ll be a big star,
One day I’ll be a dream,
Somebody else’s idol,
Like somebody was to me,
Somebody’s idol,
Somebody’s dream,

But here I’m sittin’ with you girl,
And nobody understands,
If I can have the world,
Why don’t I go with the band,

And I say,
It’s her,
She loves me,
She’s always thinkin’ of me,
You should’ve seen what she did for me today,
You should’ve heard what she had to say,
O’, it’s her,
She loves me,
O’, how she loves me,
It’s her,

My life has been full of surprises,
That never let me reach my goals,
Too many compromises,
Too many heartless souls,
But it never got me down, babe,
I never lost control, no,
It never got me down, babe,
I never lost control,

And my friends don’t try to hurt me,
But still sometimes they say,
If you’ve got so many worries,
Why don’t you just get away,

And I say,
It’s her,
She loves me,
She’s always thinkin’ of me,
You should’ve seen what she did for me today,
You should’ve heard what she had to say,
O’, it’s her,
She loves me,
O’, how she loves me,
It’s her,

O’, it’s her,
She loves me,
O’, how I love her way,
It’s her.

- WillyToad*

… this is a Smokey the Toad™ production.

Monday, October 26, 2009

(The Way) You're Lovin' Me.

Unpublished Works, © 2004, BillyPauleyJr.*

(The Way) You’re Lovin’ Me.

I called her up when I got the news,
About the sadness that she had,
I let her know it made me blue,
To know today she would be sad,
O’, I heard a tear fall down inside,
Heard it echo in her soul,
I did not want her o’, to cry,
And I was sure to let her know,

She said, I’m not cryin’ from the sorrow,
That’s not the meaning of the tears my eyes can see,
O’, I’m just cryin’ ‘cos it’s beautiful,
The way you’re lovin’ me,

I broke into her troubled past,
She told me more than I should know,
I never wanted it to last,
I promised her I’d let it go,
O’, her tears they fell like rain,
In a Carolina storm,
Soft and heavy o’, with pain,
I just tried to keep her warm,

She said, I’m not cryin’ from the sorrow,
That’s not the meaning of the tears my eyes can see,
O’, I’m just cryin’ ‘cos it’s beautiful,
The way you’re lovin’ me,

I gave her honesty,
I never gave her lies,
Her tears were killin’ me,
To know I made her cry,
But without truth, who am I,

O’, she said, I’m not cryin’ from the sorrow,
That’s not the meaning of the tears my eyes can see,
O’, I’m just cryin’ ‘cos it’s beautiful,
The way you’re lovin’ me,

O’, I’m just cryin’ ‘cos it’s beautiful,
The way you’re lovin’ me.

- WillyToad*

… this is a Smokey the Toad™ production.

Thursday, October 22, 2009

For You.

Unpublished Works, © 1980, BillyPauleyJr.*

For You.

When I do things for me,
It’s just something to do,
But what does things for me,
Is when I do them for you.

- WillyToad*

… this is a Smokey the Toad™ production.

Wednesday, October 21, 2009

Ocean Breeze.

Unpublished Works, © 1979, BillyPauleyJr.*

Ocean Breeze.

Beside the ocean and on the beach,
Your love becomes within my reach,
As we walk, you tell me how you feel,
The footprints won’t stay, but the tho’ts always will,
Time becomes extinct when we are together,
Our feelings of love seem to last forever,
The tide is pulling at our feet,
With your eyes aglow, your words are sweet,
The words you say are very true,
You say how you love me for loving you,
Beside the ocean and on the beach,
Your love becomes within my reach.

- WillyToad*

… this is a Smokey the Toad™ production.

Monday, October 19, 2009

Trade Wind.

Unpublished Works, © 2003, BillyPauleyJr.*

Trade Wind.

Like a wind in the desert,
You charged into my life,
Blew the sand of your existence,
Into my tender eyes,
And I don’t know who you want me to be,
I try, but I cannot see,

O’, you’re a trade wind,
Baring down on me,
Rushing me to where I don’t wanna be,
No-no-no, not with you,
From what I can see,
You’re a trade wind,
Baring down on me,

Like a monsoon wind,
On the Arabian coast,
You have your selfish way,
Hurting me the most,
And I don’t know what you want me to do,
I try, but I’m not like you,

O’, you’re a trade wind,
Baring down on me,
Rushing me to where I don’t wanna be,
No-no-no, not with you,
From what I can see,
You’re a trade wind,
Baring down on me,

Like a hurricane,
Like an angry typhoon,
You block my sun,
You cloud my moon,
I don’t know who you think I am,
I try, but I don’t give a damn,

O’, you’re a trade wind,
Baring down on me,
Rushing me to where I don’t wanna be,
No-no-no, not with you,
From what I can see,
You’re a trade wind,
Baring down on me,

Yeah, you’re a trade wind,
Baring down on me,
You’re blowin’ my mind,
And I just cannot see,
You made a dusty storm,
Of the world around me,
You’re a trade wind,

O’, you’re a trade wind,
Baring down on me,
Trying to change my ways,
And rearrange my dreams,
No-no-no, not with you,
No-no, from what I can see,
You’re a trade wind,
Baring down on me,

You’re a trade wind.

- WillyToad*

… this is a Smokey the Toad™ production.

Sunday, October 18, 2009

If I Could Have A Moment.

Unpublished Works, © 1981, BillyPauleyJr.*

If I Could Have A Moment.

O’, it’s been such a long, long time,
Since I’ve sat in the park to watch the children play,
And it’s been such a long, long time,
Since I’ve seen the end of a quiet day,
Like the moon coming up on the horizon,
Spilling romance on the world below,
O’, I only pause long enough to say,
I’m running so late and I’ve got to go,

But if I could have a moment,
To spend it as I please,
I would do anything my dear,
If only you would spend it with me,

Well, it’s been such a long, long time,
Since I’ve had a day I could call my own,
And it’s been such a long, long time,
Since I’ve talked real long on the telephone,
Like a sweet talking conversation,
With a pretty little lady like you,
O’, the ringing sound in my hear tells me,
I can’t call you now, but I will when I do,

But if I could have a moment,
To spend it as I please,
I would do anything my dear,
If only you would spend it with me,

O’, it’s been such a long, long time,
Since I’ve sat down to sing you a love song,
Yeah, it’s been such a long, long time,
But not so long that the feeling’s gone,
Like the beat of my heart getting louder,
Saying I love you, I love you, I do,
O’, sometimes… just for the moment,
It’s the only thing I can give to you,

But if I could have a moment,
To spend it as I please,
I would do anything my dear,
If only you would spend it with me,

Yes, if I could have a moment,
O’, would you spend it with me.

- WillyToad*

… this is a Smokey the Toad™ production.

Friday, October 16, 2009

The Girl On The Bus.

Unpublished Works, © 1982, BillyPauleyJr.*

The Girl On The Bus.

On a Greyhound headin’ east,
I saw her in a window seat,
So I sat down beside her,
Hoping we would meet,
But I guess she was basically shy,
And me being the same kind of guy,
Not one time did either of us,
Turn and tell the other “hi”,

If you told me this happened to you,
I’d probably say you were nuts,
But I’ll never forget the day that I,
Fell in love with the girl on the bus,

She looked so much like a queen,
Like somebody special to me,
At certain times I wished she was,
But I knew it couldn’t be,
‘Cos soon I’d be steppin’ off,
Any chances we had would be lost,
It’s not much to remember her by,
But it’s all that I’ve got,

If you told me this happened to you,
I’d probably say you were nuts,
But I’ll never forget the day that I,
Fell in love with the girl on the bus,

Maybe someday we will meet,
I won’t like her and she’ll hate me,
But as it stands, I’ll never forget,
The beauty I could see,

If you told me this happened to you,
I’d probably say you were nuts,
But I’ll never forget the day that I,
Fell in love with the girl on the bus.

-WillyToad*

…this is a SmokeytheToad™ production.

Thursday, October 15, 2009

More Like Yourself.

Unpublished Works, © 2004, BillyPauleyJr.*

More Like Yourself.

I wonder how you feel,
Deep down inside,
When my words reach into,
Your curious eyes,
Do you know the real you,
Can you see the real me,
In the emotional mirror,
Of the page you receive,

Are you amazed,
That I found you,
Before you could find yourself,
Are you afraid,
When I’m around you,
Do you feel like somebody else,
Somebody more like yourself,

I wonder if you know,
In your heart like I do,
The splendor I see,
When I look into you,
Do you care to reveal,
The truth you believe,
When you look to find,
The meaning in me,

Are you amazed,
That I found you,
Before you could find yourself,
Are you afraid,
When I’m around you,
Do you feel like somebody else,
Somebody more like yourself,

I wonder if you know,
I wonder how you feel,
Do you know the real you,
Do you care to reveal,
O’, your curious eyes,
The truth you believe,
The emotional mirror,
The meaning in me,

Are you amazed,
That I found you,
Before you could find yourself,
Are you afraid,
When I’m around you,
Do you feel like somebody else,
Somebody more like yourself.

- WillyToad*

… this is a Smokey the Toad™ production.

Tuesday, October 13, 2009

Pausal Note #6

From the collection of quotes "Warm Tho'ts" by WillyToad*

”at the end of the day… on the edge of the world… there’s only one measurable thing… the love you bring” -WillyToad*

Monday, October 12, 2009

Harley Durham.

Unpublished Works, © 1997, BillyPauleyJr.*

Harley Durham.

You’re the kind of girl I need,
I knew it from the start,
I can feel your tenderness,
Beaming from your heart,
I looked into your silky eyes,
You laughed with me and said,
I like the way you make me smile,
Well, darlin’, I like your pretty head,

O’, Harley,
Harley Durham,
Girl you look so fine,
Harley,
Harley Durham,
I wish you were all mine,

I asked you to come sit with me,
We talked about this life,
I didn’t hear a word you said,
My eyes were so on fire,
O’ you came strollin’ up to me,
You asked me for the time,
But I didn’t know what day it was,
Girl, you know you look so fine,

O’, Harley,
Harley Durham,
Girl you look so fine,
Harley,
Harley Durham,
I wish you were all mine,

I saw you in the pub last night,
You were with someone new,
I don’t know ‘bout what’s his name,
But I could stay with you,
I know you do not know me well,
And I sure don’t know you,
But it’s not what I do not know,
I want you for what I know, I do,

O’, Harley,
Harley Durham,
Girl you look so fine,
Harley,
Harley Durham,
I wish you were all mine,

Yeah, Harley,
Harley Durham,
Girl you look so fine,
Harley,
Harley Durham,
I wish you were all mine,

Yeah, I wish you were all mine,
Yeah, I wish,
O’, Harley Durham,
I wish you were all mine.

- WillyToad*

… this is a Smokey the Toad™ production.

Sunday, October 11, 2009

The Last Play.

Unpublished Works, © 1979, BillyPauleyJr.*

The Last Play.

The football game is close,
Their score’s three, yours is two,
You’re sittin’ on the bench,
And Coach looks over at you,
He gives out a yell,
He calls your name,
He says, “get fired up”,
‘Cos you’re going in the game,
It’s the last play of the game,
And your team has the ball,
You’re going in for guard,
And you’re only five feet tall,
You look across the line,
At the defense guy,
He looks pretty big,
About six foot five,
You try to brace yourself,
Then someone says, “hike it”,
This guy breaks all your bones,
And the coach says, “you like it”,
You grab for him again,
But you miss him by an inch,
He sacks your quarterback,
And the rest of the season you’re sittin’ on the bench.

- WillyToad*

… this is a Smokey the Toad™ production.

Friday, October 9, 2009

I Never Tho't.

Unpublished Works, © 1997, BillyPauleyJr.*

I Never Tho’t.

There’s a face,
It looks so familiar,
But ain’t it peculiar,
O’, I just can’t place it now,
Somewhere, some place,
I think I knew her,
Could’ve meant something to her,
O’, but I really don’t know how,

I was just a young boy living in that Texas town,
Lord knows, I got around,
But I didn’t always see,
O’, drinkin’ to forget, you can forget a lot,
Lord, I never tho’t,
She might remember me,

There’s a place,
It seems I’ve been thru’,
But I cannot get to,
O’, just to picture her, no,
And yet, her name,
I know I’ve sung it,
O’, but I couldn’t hum it,
Not to save my soul,

I was just a young boy living in that Texas town,
Lord knows, I got around,
But I didn’t always see,
O’, drinkin’ to forget, you can forget a lot,
Lord, I never tho’t,
She might remember me,

And I know it would be easier,
If I lied right now and said,
That the song was in my heart,
O’, and her face was in my head,
But to tell the truth,
I don’t remember her at all,
Not the way it stood then,
Not the way we let it fall,

O’, there’s a voice,
It sounds like it knows me,
It’s trying to show me,
A time that was my own,
I’m making a choice,
To sing that song again,
To get to know a friend,
O’, like I’ve never known,

I was just a young boy living in that Texas town,
Lord knows, I got around,
O’, but I was too blind to see,
And drinkin’ to forget, I sure forgot a lot,
Lord, I never tho’t,
She might remember me,
O’, she might remember me.

- WillyToad*

… this is a Smokey the Toad™ production.

Wednesday, October 7, 2009

Your Willy Wonka.

Unpublished Works, © 2002, BillyPauleyJr.*

Your Willy Wonka.

I wanna be the chance you wish for,
When you least expect it to be,
I wanna be your Music Maker,
I wanna be your dreamer of dreams,
I wanna be your Veruca Salt,
And you know I want it now,
I wanna be your Oompa-Loompa,
And rescue you somehow,
I wanna be your Grandpa Joe,
I wanna be your Wonka bar,
I wanna be your Fizzy-Lifting Drink,
And take you way up, far,
I wanna be your friend Augustus,
And drink your river sweet,
I wanna shrink you down and keep you,
I wanna be your Mike TeeVee,
I wanna be your Gobstopper,
Everlasting in your world,
I wanna be your hsawaknoW,
I wanna be your Blueberry Girl,
I wanna be your Wonkavator,
And your Scrumpdidillyumptious too,
I wanna strike that and reverse it,
When things go wrong for you,
I wanna be your Golden Ticket,
And make you sing and dance,
I wanna be your Willy Wonka,
I wanna be your Candyman.

-WillyToad*

… this is a Smokey the Toad™ production.

Monday, October 5, 2009

No More Reason To Cry.

Unpublished Works, © 1984, BillyPauleyJr.*

No More Reason To Cry.

In a little country town in Kentucky,
Where men work hard to see their dreams all die,
A girl with unknown beauty feels unlucky,
To live within the boundaries of her life,

She doesn’t even know what dawn is bringing,
She doesn’t even care to see the day,
She says it only brings another evening,
And evenings are just wasting her away,

So time goes on as if no one is caring,
Precious moments only fall to tears,
Should she have faith, or should she be so daring,
It’s all she’s had to take her thru’ the years,

O’, never give up,
Never lose your self-determination,
The beauty that you carry,
Will change your look on life,
Never stop,
You’ve got a brand new destination,
Save your tears,
‘Cos there’s no more reason to cry,

As the years go on a man has come to marry,
A man with dreams too far to ever reach,
And the burden of his dreams is hers to carry,
But she carries it well, for all Kentucky to see,

She sees the road to fortune getting longer,
And she’s aching with every step along the way,
Tho’ her feet are sore, she knows they’re getting stronger,
And she wonders if the journey’s worth the pain,

She knows someday she will have to stop forever,
And settle with the fact that she had tried,
Would it bother her to know that it’s all over,
Would it ease her mind to know it’s for a child,

O’, never give up,
Never lose your self-determination,
The beauty that you carry,
Will change your look on life,
Never stop,
You’ve got a brand new destination,
Save your tears,
‘Cos there’s no more reason to cry,

In a little country town in Kentucky,
Where painful hearts seem to live a longer life,
A lady there sees herself unlucky,
To live within the walls of her sacrifice,

She wishes somehow things could be so different,
But she knows it couldn’t be any other way,
She wanted so much more for the children,
And so much more was taken every day,

Well, the children grew into men and into women,
And yesterday was winding down the road,
Then a grandson came and bro’t her back to livin’,
The life that she had dreamed so long ago,

It goes to show ya now,

Never give up,
Never lose your self-determination,
The beauty that you carry,
Will change your look on life,
Never stop,
You’ve got a brand new destination,
Save your tears,
‘Cos there’s no more reason to cry,
No more reason to cry,
No more reason to cry,
No more reason to cry.

- WillyToad*

… this is a Smokey the Toad™ production.

Sunday, October 4, 2009

Midnight In Naples.

Unpublished Works, © 1997, BillyPauleyJr.*

Midnight In Naples.

It’s midnight in Naples,
My plane is touching down,
I didn’t want to leave you,
But I had to leave that town,
Her memory still exhausts me,
More than she will ever know,
At midnight in Naples,
Maybe now, it won’t,

Midnight in Naples,
With you on my mind,
My heart is feeling lonely,
Like that deep, blue Naples sky,
The stars are dim and empty,
Like that last time we touched,
Midnight in Naples,
O’, I’m missing you so much,

I’ve known you for awhile,
But I’ve never known you well,
Then one night alone with you,
O’, that’s when I fell,
But before I took that fall,
She hurt me, o' so much,
So, here I am, in Naples,
Missing you, my love,

Midnight in Naples,
With you on my mind,
My heart is feeling lonely,
Like that deep, blue Naples sky,
The stars are dim and empty,
Like that last time we touched,
Midnight in Naples,
O’, I’m missing you so much,

The very tho’t of you now,
Makes me lonely and blue,
My heart is in the Naples sky,
When I’m not with you,
I’m not sorry I came here,
Just sorry I’m gone,
I tried to make things right,
By making another wrong,

Midnight in Naples,
With you on my mind,
My heart is feeling lonely,
Like that deep, blue Naples sky,
The stars are dim and empty,
Like that last time we touched,
Midnight in Naples,
O’, I’m missing you so much.

- WillyToad*

… this is a Smokey the Toad™ production.

Saturday, October 3, 2009

It's Up To Us.

Unpublished Works, © 1980, BillyPauleyJr.*

It’s Up To Us.

Truly you,
Truly me,
Truly us,
Truly be,

Falsely you,
Falsely me,
Falsely us,
Falsely be,

Sometimes you,
Sometimes me,
Sometimes us,
Sometimes be.

- WillyToad*

… this is a Smokey the Toad™ production.

Friday, October 2, 2009

No Cure.

Unpublished Works, © 1991, BillyPauleyJr.*

No Cure.

When you were young,
When you were just a babe,
A fever came to you,
Nearly took you away,
But your mother so faithful,
Held you in her arms,
And she nursed you to health,
And she kept you from harm,

O’, but now,
I’m the fever you bear,
And your mother can’t save you,
From something so rare,

There’s no cure for my love,
There’s no hope, there’s no getting away,
You’d better watch what you do,
You’d better mean what you say,
There’s no cure for my love I’m afraid,

O’, at night,
Before you go to sleep,
You’ll get out of yourself,
And get down on your knees,
And you’ll pray for your soul,
And you’ll pray for your life,
And you’ll pray for the things,
That you wish for tonight,

As for me,
I will always be there,
When it comes to my love,
You just haven’t a prayer,

There’s no cure for my love,
There’s no hope, there’s no getting away,
You’d better watch what you do,
You’d better mean what you say,
There’s no cure for my love I’m afraid,

O’, and time,
Is the answer you’re told,
A place to hide,
All the hurt that you hold,
And in weeks,
Or in months or in some cases years,
You can face it again,
Without any fear,

But for me,
Time stands still,
You will never forget me,
No, you never will,

There’s no cure for my love,
There’s no hope, there’s no getting away,
You’d better watch what you do,
You’d better mean what you say,
There’s no cure for my love I’m afraid,

You’d better watch what you do,
You’d better watch how you pray,
There’s no cure for my love I must say,
There’s no cure.

- WillyToad*

… this is a Smokey the Toad™ production.

Wednesday, September 30, 2009

Don't Get Me Started.

Unpublished Works, © 1997, BillyPauleyJr.*

Don’t Get Me Started.

Girl, you are lonely,
And I feel the same,
We’ve both been losers,
Losing in somebody’s game,
I see the compassion,
In your teary eyes,
A mutual attraction,
To no surprise,

But don’t get me started,
No, don’t get me started,

Girl, we only met,
A short time ago,
But there’s so much,
So much I seem to know,
I’ve lived your life,
And I’ve held your pain,
I’ve been thru’ it all,
Again and again,

But don’t get me started,
No, don’t get me started,

Don’t get me started,
I don’t want to love again,
Don’t get me started,
I don’t want to lose a friend,
O’, girl, I beg you,
Don’t get me started,

Girl, I want you,
Like nobody else,
But still I feel,
The fear inside myself,
I see the passion,
In your hungry eyes,
I want you so bad,
I cannot disguise,

But don’t get me started,
No, don’t get me started,

Don’t get me started,
I don’t want to love again,
Don’t get me started,
I don’t want to lose a friend,
O’, girl, I beg you,
Don’t get me started,
No, girl, o’, girl,
Don’t get me started,
No, girl, o’, girl,
Don’t get me started.

- WillyToad*

… this is a Smokey the Toad™ production.

The Lament Of Every Housewife Reprise (Fulfillment).

Unpublished Works, © 1991, BillyPauleyJr.*

The Lament Of Every Housewife Reprise (Fulfillment).

As I look in the mirror I realize,
My reflection answers only to me,
It laughs when I laugh,
And it cries when I cry,
And it’s worth as much as I wanna be,

Now I live for the laundry piling up in the hall,
And I pinch pennies every chance that I get,
I’m the life of the party… I’m never alone,
And my lamenting is my only regret,

So get the kiddies now and turn on the t.v.,
There’s my favorite… Sesame Street,
Mr. Rogers, welcome back to the neighborhood,
I’m so happy I have all this for me,

And now it’s time for me and the ones that I love,
For they are the ones I know that I want,
There’s no hunger… in my life,
That’s the fulfillment of every housewife,

There’s no hunger… in my life,
That’s the fulfillment of every housewife.

- WillyToad*

… this is a Smokey the Toad™ production.

Tuesday, September 29, 2009

The Lament Of Every Housewife.

Unpublished Works, © 1991, BillyPauleyJr.*

The Lament Of Every Housewife.

As I look in the mirror I realize,
I’m not looking for the likeness of me,
I’m just looking for spots on the surface,
And I’m trying not to leave any streaks,
Oo’, o’-o’… oo’, o’-o’,
Oo’, o’-o’… oo’, o’-o’,

As I stand in the doorway with tears in my eyes,
From the laundry piling up in the hall,
It’s just one more way to remind me,
The insignificance of it all,
Oo’, o’-o’… oo’, o’-o’,
Oo’, o’-o’… oo’, o’-o’,

And now it’s time for me and nobody else,
For nobody knows the hurt that I’ve held,
And I hunger… for life,
That’s the lament of every housewife,

Shoppin’ and lookin’ for bargains,
Pinchin’ pennies that I wish would be there,
Going to parties and sittin’ alone,
For the lack of something to share,
Oo’, o’-o’… oo’, o’-o’,
Oo’, o’-o’… oo’, o’-o’,

I’m the only one who sees what I’m doin’,
And it makes me wanna sit down and cry,
I don’t mind at all clippin’ coupons,
I just wish I didn’t have the time,
Oo’, o’-o’… oo’, o’-o’,
Oo’, o’-o’… oo’, o’-o’,

And now it’s time for me and nobody else,
For nobody knows the hurt that I’ve held,
And I hunger… for life,

O’, and I don’t wanna watch the t.v.,
Lord, I’ve seen every Sesame Street,
Mr. Rogers, get your butt out o’ my neighborhood,
I want nothing so familiar to me,
Oo’, o’-o’… oo’, o’-o’,
Oo’, o’-o’… oo’, o’-o’,

And now it’s time for me and nobody else,
For nobody knows the hurt that I’ve held,
And I hunger… for life,
Yeah, I hunger… for my life,
That’s the lament of every housewife.

- WillyToad*

… this is a Smokey the Toad™ production.

Monday, September 28, 2009

Do Hearts Feel Like Mine?

Unpublished Works, © 2002, BillyPauleyJr.*

Do Hearts Feel Like Mine?

Do hearts feel like mine?

When the world turns in the sunshine,
When the stars burn in the moonrise,
When everything is all right,
Do hearts feel like mine?

Hearts feel like mine,
When the walls hit the ground,
When the smoke rolls around,
When the flames burn us down,
Hearts feel like mine,
When the terror is so near,
When our hearts fall to fear,
When the hatred is so clear,
Hearts feel like mine,

Do hearts feel like mine?

When flowers blossom wildly,
When the weather greets us mildly,
When Mother Nature’s smiling,
Do hearts feel like mine?

Hearts feel like mine,
When dark clouds start forming,
When skies turn to storming,
When thunder echoes warning,
Hearts feel like mine,
When rain falls like anger,
When lightening poses danger,
When peril is no stranger.
Hearts feel like mine,

Do hearts feel like mine?

When church bells clap out ringing,
When children join in singing,
When innocence is clinging,
Do hearts feel like mine?

Hearts feel like mine,
When desperation enters,
When serenity often splinters,
When summer feels like winter,
Hearts feel like mine,
When tragedy befalls us,
When society is lawless,
When honor loses all trust,
Hearts feel like mine,

Do hearts feel like mine?

When the world turns in the sunshine,
When the stars burn in the moonrise,
When everything is all right,
Do hearts feel like mine?

- WillyToad*

… this is a Smokey the Toad™ production.

Queen Of Bad Days.

Unpublished Works, © 2006, BillyPauleyJr.*

Queen Of Bad Days.

O’, you know what it’s like,
To have a bad day,
You know how it feels,
When things go astray,
O’, you know what it’s like,
To be tired and weak,
But still you don’t know,
What it’s like to be me,

O’, I’m the queen of bad days,
None more worthy than me,
There’s no luck in the dumb,
In what happens to be,
I am happiness cursed,
O’, with poison I reign,
I’m the worst of the worst,
I’m the queen of bad days,

O’, you know what it’s like,
To feel lonely and scared,
You know how it feels,
When you find no one cared,
You know what it’s like,
In the heart of the meek,
But still you don’t know,
What it’s like to be me,

O’, I’m the queen of bad days,
None more worthy than me,
There’s no luck in the dumb,
In what happens to be,
I am happiness cursed,
O’, with poison I reign,
I’m the worst of the worst,
I’m the queen of bad days,

O’, and God Save the Queen,
Is the song my life sings,
To the tragedy I can’t escape,
Nowhere to put down,
This ungracious crown,
I’m the sovereign saint of bad days,

O’, I’m the queen of bad days,
None more worthy than me,
There’s no luck in the dumb,
In what happens to be,
I am happiness cursed,
O’, with poison I reign,
I’m the worst of the worst,
I’m the queen of bad days

O’, I’m the self-appointed,
Duly anointed,
Consecrated queen of bad days.

- WillyToad*

… this is a Smokey the Toad™ production.

Sunday, September 27, 2009

Intermundium.

Unpublished Works, © 2005, BillyPauleyJr.*

Intermundium.

I have no common place,
No world of my own,
No mundane space,
To call my home,
A perfect freedom,
Looking up from the ground,
Aloof indifference,
Out here, looking down,
In this space between worlds,
O’, I can’t find my place,
No love can fly with me,
No gravity knows my weight,

I’m a star in your dark sky,
O’, but I wanna come down,

You see me shining bright,
O’, but I wanna come down,

I just wanna come down,

I left my teary world,
From a broken dam,
Rushing desperation,
To where I am,
A perfect freedom,
Looking out from the shore,
A castaway devotion,
Out here, wanting more,
In this space between worlds,
O’, I can’t find my gift,
No love can swim with me,
No undercurrent gets my drift,

I’m a ship in your dark sea,
O’, but I wanna come in,

You see me sailing free,
O’, but I wanna come in,

I just wanna come in,

O’, lonely is the place,
Where heartache often goes,
Miles of empty space,
The only place I know,
O’, but I wanna come down,
Yeah, I wanna come in,
Back to the world,
To love and to be loved… again,

I have no common place,
No world of my own,
No mundane space,
To call my home.

- WillyToad*

… this is a Smokey the Toad™ production.

Saturday, September 26, 2009

All My Life (Right Or Wrong).

Unpublished Works, © 1987, BillyPauleyJr.*

All My Life (Right Or Wrong).

Mama I know you worry,
‘Bout me and my desires,
I’m growin’ up in a hurry,
I’m burnin’ like a forest fire,
But Mama I’m not yet ready,
To move out of my room,
My life is not quite steady,
Enough to part from you,
And Mama I want you to know,
That even when we part,
No matter where we may go,
You’ll never leave my heart,

O’, Mama can I sing you a love song,
Strange as it may seem,
But all my life, right or wrong,
You were singing your love to me,
And Mama you sure could sing,

Mama my life is a wonder,
For the strength of a woman like you,
Your will is louder than thunder,
Your patience is nothing new,
I know as my world is changing,
I will stand out from the rest,
‘Cos in the midst of my rearranging,
Stands you, my Mama, the best,
And in my days of indecision,
When fear inflicts a cost,
I’ll rest my soul convictions,
In me and you and God,

O’, Mama can I sing you a love song,
Strange as it may seem,
But all my life, right or wrong,
You were singing your love to me,
And Mama you sure could sing,

Mama I know you’ve hidden,
Your tears in my company,
Afraid you’d fail, but you didn’t,
Not by the looks of me,
And Mama I hope you are finding,
A comfort in the truth,
‘Cos it bears a constant reminding,
Of the love I feel for you,
And I am ever so happy,
‘Cos you wouldn’t see me blue,
I only hope God will help me,
To be a someone like you,

O’, Mama can I sing you a love song,
Strange as it may seem,
But all my life, right or wrong,
You were singing your love to me,
And Mama you sure could sing,

Yeah, Mama you sure could sing.

- WillyToad*

… this is a Smokey the Toad™ production.

Friday, September 25, 2009

Lately.

Unpublished Works, © 1979, BillyPauleyJr.*

Lately.

You’re gone forever, but it’s only a month and a half,
Your absence lets sadness overcome my laugh,
I sit alone and look at your photograph,
Can’t take it anymore, I know that I’m going to crack,

O', what’s been going on with you, lately,
I’ve been sad and blue, lately,
Maybe I’m wrong, baby, I can’t be strong,
‘Cos you’ve been gone too damn long, yeah, lately,

You finally wrote me a note and you called it a letter,
Words like hello, goodbye, I love ya, don’t make it better,
They just add to the pool of tears that just makes my life wetter,
I’m not getting calmer, I just keep getting upsetter,

O', what’s been going on with you, lately,
I’ve been sad and blue, lately,
Maybe I’m wrong, baby, I can’t be strong,
‘Cos you’ve been gone too damn long, yeah, lately,

Baby, when are you coming home,
I’m sick and tired of living alone,
Even if it’s with a crowd,
You said that you’d be home someday,
I told them at work to look for you today,
Baby, don’t you know I’m proud,
To have you here with me, now, I’d sing it out loud,

And now, you don’t seem to know what it means,
To be shut off and hid away from your dreams,
Your absence breaks my rhythm like a splash in a stream,
It’s tough to hang on, a lot tougher than it seems,

O' yeah, what’s been going on with you, lately,
I’ve been sad and blue, lately,
Maybe I’m wrong, baby, I can’t be strong,
‘Cos you’ve been gone too damn long, yeah,
What’s been going on with you, lately,
I’ve been sad and blue, lately,
Maybe I’m wrong, baby, I can’t be strong,
‘Cos you’ve been gone too damn long, yeah... lately.

- WillyToad*

… this is a Smokey the Toad™ production

Thursday, September 24, 2009

Pausal Note #5.

Today, I must pause... Our beautiful, one month old niece, Delilah*, died and the pain is overwhelming. There are no words for me to share today except 'pray'... hope for us to find our way out of this darkness. I will try to be normal, but I am not... or perhaps my normal has forever been changed. May God bless all who read this.

Wednesday, September 23, 2009

Twenty Years.

Unpublished Works, © 2001, BillyPauleyJr.*

Twenty Years.

Maybe it’s just me,
But you’ve been on my mind,
You’ve been gone for twenty years,
But I still cry,
I don’t know what to do,
I’m lost in all my tears,
You’d be so mad if you could see me,
But you’re not here,

And the circle keeps going round and round,
When the one that I need is the one I’m without,
And the only thing I know for sure is doubt and fear,
It’s been twenty years,

Maybe it’s not fair,
But I’ve been blaming me,
Maybe you would not be gone,
If I could be,
Deep inside my soul,
God knows there’s a prayer,
I’d take your place in heaven, boy,
If He’d have me there,

And the circle keeps going round and round,
When the one that I need is the one I’m without,
And the only thing I know for sure is doubt and fear,
It’s been twenty years,

And I know I was the one who said,
He built his world with so much love,
We can’t be sad he’s no longer here,
Only happy that he ever was,
I give advice, but I cannot live it without you here,
It’s been twenty years,

Maybe it’s just me,
But you’ve been on my mind,
You’ve been gone for twenty years,
But I still cry,
I don’t know what to do,
I’m lost in all my tears,
You’d be so mad… so mad if you could see me,
But you’re not here,

And the circle keeps going round and round,
When the one that I need is the one I’m without,
And the only thing I know for sure is doubt and fear,
It’s been twenty years,

Maybe it’s just me.

- Willy Toad*

… this is a Smokey the Toad™ production.

Tuesday, September 22, 2009

I Love You Like I Love You.

Unpublished Works, © 2007, BillyPauleyJr.*

I Love You Like I Love You.

I love you like I love you and I don’t wanna lie,
I need you like I need you and I don’t wanna cry,
I wanna give you hugs again, I don’t wanna fight,
I love you like I love you and I don’t wanna lie,

I know I said some awful things that made you so mad,
And I would do most anything to take it all back,
I wanna say the sweetest things that make you so glad,
I love you like I love you and I don’t want you sad,

I wanna be your friend again, I don’t wanna shout,
I wanna say I love you, that’s what it’s all about,
I’m sorry that I ever gave you reason to doubt,
I love you like I love you and there’s no way out,

I love you like I love you and I don’t wanna lie,
I need you like I need you and I don’t wanna cry,
I wanna give you hugs again, I don’t wanna fight,
I love you like I love you and I don’t wanna lie,

I know I did some awful things and I let you down,
And I would do most anything to change it all now,
I wanna do the sweetest things that make you so proud,
I love you like I love you, I don’t want you to frown,

I wanna make the world of us so perfect for you,
Not perfect like I’ll never be, but perfectly true,
I want you to believe in me when I say I do,
I love you like I love you, will you love me too,

One, two… o’, I love you,
Three, four… please open the door,
Five, six… will you forgive,
Seven, eight… before it’s too late,

O’, I love you like I love you and I don’t wanna lie,
I need you like I need you and I don’t wanna cry,
I wanna give you hugs again, I don’t wanna fight,
I love you like I love you and I don’t wanna lie,

Yes, I love you like I love you and I want you to say,
You love me like you love me and you love me today.

- WillyToad*

… this is a Smokey the Toad™ production.

Monday, September 21, 2009

Just Monday.

Unpublished Works, © 2001, Bill Pauley Jr.*

Just Monday.

It’s Monday,
Hello, Monday,
Why do I rise,
It’s not sleep,
That I’m rubbing,
From my eyes,
It’s just salt,
From the tears,
That I’ve cried,
From the pain,
That she left,
I can’t hide,

O’, and she’s gone,
So far gone,
I can’t feel,
And her lack,
Of concern,
It won’t heal,
O’, and someday,
I’ll be better,
Wait and see,
But for now,
It’s just Monday,
And just me,

O’, now, Monday,
O’, Monday,
Don’t you know,
That I’ve got,
To get ready,
And go,
And I don’t,
Mind going,
On my own,
It just takes,
My fear and,
Drives it home,

O’, and she’s gone,
So far gone,
I can’t feel,
And her lack,
Of concern,
It won’t heal,
O’, and someday,
I’ll be better,
Wait and see,
But for now,
It’s just Monday,
And just me,

And my friends,
Tell me someday,
I’ll be free,
But for now,
It’s just Monday,
And just me,

O’, for now,
It’s just Monday,
And just me.

- WillyToad*

… this is a Smokey the Toad™ production.

Sunday, September 20, 2009

Nobody Cares About You.

Unpublished Works, © 2001, BillyPauleyJr.*

Nobody Cares About You.

You keep looking around yourself,
Like there’s someone there, o’, to find,
But don’t you know there is nobody else,
And nobody else seems to mind,
O’, paintings seem to get richer,
And the sky turns more shades of blue,
But the only thing new in the picture,
Is the length of the shadow on you,

O’, and nobody cares if you’re lonely,
Even tho’ you may think that they do,
O’, they care for only them… only,
That’s why nobody wants to be you,

Search in the stars in the heavens,
Wish on the ones that you know,
“Nothing will change” is your lesson,
You were hoping to learn it not so,
O’, and the stars they seem so much brighter,
In constellations you make,
The truth is your eyes have grown wider,
But the darkness has not gone away,

O’, and nobody cares if you’re lonely,
Even tho’ you may think that they do,
O’, they care for only them… only,
That’s why nobody wants to be you,

O’, now, nobody wants to be lonely,
Nobody, not even you do,
O’, you care for only you… only,
That’s why nobody cares to be you,

O’, nobody cares if you’re lonely,
Even tho’ they may say that they do,
O’, they care for only them… only,
That’s why nobody wants to be you,
O’, nobody cares, this is true,
Nobody cares about you.

- WillyToad*

… this is a Smokey the Toad™ production.

Hope From Above.

Unpublished Works, © 2007, BillyPauleyJr.*

Hope From Above.

When I was a kid,
I told a lie,
Yes, I did,
I wanted to die,

There I was,
Bleeding from my pain,
Broken trust,
My chosen grave,

But there in my grief,
My Grandma’s love,
Led me to believe,
Hope from above,

She held me close and dried my tears,
She gave these words I’ve held for years,
O’, there’s not a soul in this world without a past,
But with hope from above,
It will not last,
Forgiveness is the path that leads from hell,
With hope from above,
We’ll walk it well,

Fear can bring you down,
I know it will,
I’ve worn its crown,
It haunts me still,

Here I am,
With love so true,
Yet sometimes damned,
By my own rue,

All my hurt,
Left me for dead,
Lost those words,
My Grandma said,

She held me close and dried my tears,
She gave these words lost thru’ the years,
O’, there’s not a soul in this world without a past,
But with hope from above,
It will not last,
Forgiveness is the path that leads from hell,
With hope from above,
We’ll walk it well,

When I worry and let fear take over me,
My Grandma’s love,
Is what I heed,

Hope from above,
Is all I need,

Hope from above,
It’s all we need.

- WillyToad*

… this is a Smokey the Toad™ production.

Announcing...

Denny's Night? by DonnaDrake*

Release date: 09-02-09; currently unavailable.



Collections of WillyToad*

Release date: 11-10-09; currently unavailable.



101 of the Best Signatures of WillyToad*

Release date: 12-02-09; currently unavailable.



MO-23; Mile 13. by Drake*

Release date: 12-09-09; The New Flesh

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The Family Tree

(And Other Wild Life). by DonnaDrake*

Release date: 03-10-10; delayed, new pub-date soon.



The Houston Years of WillyToad*

Release date: 04-06-10; currently unavailable.



What's Left of WillyToad*

Release date: 05-04-10; currently unavailable.



Fearless Wings

(the sequel to Denny's Night?). by DonnaDrake*

Release date: 06-01-10; delayed: 06-01-11.



Working Class H3r0

(Works for John Ono Lennon). by WillyToad*

Release date: 10-10-10; currently unavailable.




Duty Calls (WillyToad Cares); Thank You Pennsylvania! by WillyToad*

Release date: 09-11-2011.