Words and Music Volume One

By Frank Terranova

The origin of this e-book was a timeworn paper notebook which contained hundreds of my hand-written song lyrics and poems, some dating back more than 30 years…so I figured it was high-time that I get some of my favorites out there into cyberspace for the sake of prosperity. For the most part the themes in this volume follow that old tried-and-true spirit of rebelliousness; including topics such as sex, drugs, rock n roll, love and lust to name a few. But on the more serious side it also delves into some deeper existential themes such as war and peace, death and loss, loneliness and religious spiritually, so hopefully there is something in this collection for everyone.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Frank Terranova
• Release date: Aug 24, 2014
• ISBN: 9781310642968

Frank Terranova

I am a lifelong resident of the Boston Massachusetts area and a graduate of Boston State College…and despite the long, cold winters, I love living in New England and appreciate all that it has to offer! By day I am employed as a computer programmer/analyst, which to a certain degree, allows me tap into my artistic side, but I have always been drawn to truly creative hobbies such as music and writing. I took up the guitar when I was in college and became proficient enough to play lead guitar in band which my friends and I put together (typical three-chord garage rock but we had a lot of fun!). At around that same time I began writing songs, lyrics, and poetry, and came up with a few very catchy songs which were well received by our audiences. Also while I was in college I took a couple of creative writing classes, mainly to satisfy my English prerequisites, and much to my surprise a few of my short stories won heaps of praise from my professors who encouraged me to consider a career as a writer…but I must admit that at that time I was much more interested in my rock & roll band (and I will also be the first to admit that I would never have had the patience to write a full length novel when I was in my 20's). As the years went by I decided that at some point I wanted to take a crack at writing a novel but I could never quite find the motivation necessary to make that type of a commitment. However, that all changed when I was selected to serve as a juror on a sensational murder trial which was featured on both 20/20 and Dateline NBC. I took volumes of notes during the trial (both in the courtroom and when I got home at night), mainly as a therapeutic device to assist me in sorting out my many nagging uncertainties regarding the verdict more than anything else. But what started out as an aimless attempt at reconciling my inner thoughts with the decision of my peers soon morphed into a labor of love and a stream of consciousness look at my own life, for the unfortunate victim had much in common with me. The end result of this journey culminated in the realization of my first novel entitled "From the Eyes of a Juror"; a true crime, murder/mystery which combines courtroom drama from the perspective of a cynical juror, along with an eerie set of circumstances which the enigmatic protagonist finds himself struggling to decipher. To be clear, I am not a professional writer by trade so please be kind with your critici...

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An End of Days prophecy?

THE END (IS THE BEGINNING)

There must be a reason for a change in the season

A change in what’s known to be true

And one day ahead, when the sky’s colored red

A stormy breeze will send the land to the seas

So that the bubble will burst, rushing man’s thirst

Leaving an end to our history…

…and where will we be, where will we be

In the end of our history

Every story has an ending

Ours will be no different

When the ending comes

Let’s meet on our ground

Do you know what we’ve found?

Do you know what we’ve found?

This one goes out to the wandering spirit within us all.

AIMLESSLY (I WALK ALONG)

Aimlessly I walk along

Round and round the path goes on

Turning, twisting in the wind

Like a spiraling staircase with no end

Visions of a mighty force

Instruments without a source

External signs and wonders

Aimlessly I blunder

Like the lighting and the thunder

Aimlessly I blunder

Aimlessly my love evades me

Something in the sky persuades me

Opposites attract they say

I turn and walk the other way

Aimlessly I turn the screw

Aimless it points at you

External signs and wonders

Aimlessly I blunder

Like the lighting and the thunder

Aimlessly I blunder

I’m looking for something I can’t define

Something no one else can find

Aimlessly the day begins

Somehow it just all fits in

Powered by the morning sun

Open my eyes and start to run

Visions of a mighty force

Instruments without a source

External signs and wonders

Aimlessly I blunder

Like the lighting and the thunder

Aimlessly I blunder

Aimlessly I walk along

Round and round the path goes on

Turning, twisting in the wind

Like a spiraling staircase with no end

Aimlessly I turn the screw

Aimless it points at you

External signs and wonders

Aimlessly I blunder

Like the lighting and the thunder

Aimlessly I blunder

I’m looking for something I can’t define

Something no one else can find

Maybe just another girl

Maybe just another world

Maybe just heaven above

Maybe just another love

It’s something that I can’t define

Something no one else can find

Maybe just another time

When love was just a peace of mind

Maybe just hell below

Maybe just I just don’t know

It’s something that I can’t define

Something no one else can find

Whenever I’m near the ocean the scent of the salty air brings me back to those glorious nights of my youth; nights spent walking the beach until sunrise, wired on speed (black beauties we called them in those days), as we desperately tried to unravel the mysteries of life. This piece is the byproduct of one of those nights…

Also featured in the novel From the Eyes of a Juror, available as a free e-book download from the following link: https://www.smashwords.com/books/view/258503

BLACK BEAUTY

Black Beauty and me, we walk by the sea

She keeps me up all of the night

I trudge through the sand, just holding her hand

And wait for the morning light

I count all the waves as they crash to the shore

Look to a sky I don’t know anymore

Black Beauty has taken her toll on me

She always will be such a mystery

Black Beauty

Move slowly

And don’t ever let me down

The ocean it seems can make a man dream

And the tides can drag a man down

I got nowhere to turn, no lessons to learn

But somehow I hold my ground

Because my heart’s pounding rhythm

To the song in your soul

And I worry about things

That I cannot control

Black Beauty

Move slowly

And don’t ever let me down

So hold me at bay

And I’ll hold you someday

The water will come

And wash us away

Black Beauty

Move slowly

And don’t ever let me down

This one is dedicated to all the mothers in the world, especially mine; after all, everyone, including God, has a mother.

MOTHER OF GOD

Everybody finds a way

Somehow to get them through the day

It's the same old cliché

It don't matter what they say

Silently you hide your fears

You need someone to really care

Mother of God I need you here

And we all need someone to depend upon

Someone to see us through

Mother of God I need you now

Mother I depend on you

Make your donation to the corporation

Shelter yourself from the high taxation

You need to get some relaxation

Don't forget your medication

Cross your knees, do a meditation

Mother of God you’re my inspiration

And we all need someone to depend upon

Someone to see us through

Mother of God I need you now

Mother I depend on you

A shot of hope, a shot of booze

Sleeping pills to take a snooze

A life you’re born in to, a dream held on to

A daily ritual, it gets habitual

And we all need someone to depend upon

Someone to see us through

Mother of God I need you now

Mother I depend on you

Name your vice, roll the dice

Take your chances, pay the price

Heads or tails, which way to choose

Sometimes you win, sometimes you lose

First it's snow, then it's ice

It's time you took your own advice

And we all need someone to depend upon

Someone to see us through

Mother of God I need you now

Mother I depend on you

One man’s vision of our not too distant future.

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