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Steve Cropper (In Remembrance of…)

Steve Cropper (In Remembrance of…)by Michael DoyleCropper laid the template for rock-n-roll.Green Onions made the Soul Man cry. Sitting on the Dock of the Bay consoled our soulsAs Otis crashed and the rest of America cried.He proved that sometimes more … Continue reading

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Her Song

Her Songby Michael DoyleA voice came to me from beyond my screen.A brown-eyed beauty who loved what she had seen,She smiled at me with growing anticipation Suggesting with a smile that we write about creation. I couldn’t help but wonder … Continue reading

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Real Without Regret

Real Without Regretby Michael DoyleYou started realAnd sold out for a mansion.It’s the corporate feel,Soulless suits were never in fashion.Life is raw,And only sometimes pretty.Singing about what you sawIn every man’s town and city.This world can be strongly frayed.You hear … Continue reading

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Looking Back On Quincy U

Looking Back on Quincy Uby Michael DoyleMentor and teacherTo rocker and preacherWith a deepness of eyesThat made it easy to realizeRather rock or jazzHis licks and hooks had pizzazzCreating hits like a grand slamQuincy’s life was the master jamMusic is … Continue reading

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Feels Like Singin’ In the Rain

Feels Like Singin’ In the Rainby Michael DoyleAcross the musicals of American BroadwayThe composers have found a thousand waysTo move our spirits to hurt and to soarAnd they leave us wanting to hear moreAs the songsters lay our souls bare … Continue reading

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Beyond the Thunder Dome

Beyond the Thunder Domeby Michael DoyleIt took a day to really sink inTo catch my peace and reach ZenA private dancer left the buildingTo rest in Heaven, if God be willingRock-n-roll has lost its acid queenThe hips that hollered a … Continue reading

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Inspired By Conversation

Inspired By Conversationby Michael DoyleLife has its hitsThat come along the wayThe Devil has his duesWe all have to payIt’s a slow paradeThe passage of these yearsFilled with ups and downsIts smiles and its tearsBut of all the thingsThat have … Continue reading

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In the I-IV-VII

In the II IV VIIby Michael Doyle In the I IV VIII just might playMy way to blues heavenBut I wouldn’t want to really say. It’s just another moment in this dayTroubles found and troubles goneNo real matter to how … Continue reading

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Back In ’81

Back In ’81by Michael DoyleDo you rememberBack in ’81It had all been doneLighting our bootsWith low grade gasolineTo ignite the sparkAnd let it burnThe show is the showWith jagged rhythmsAnd the leads that flowWe didn’t knowDidn’t knowGot to let it … Continue reading

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Dedicated To A Half Remembered Lorax

Dedicated To A Half Remembered Loraxby Michael DoyleHats off to Betty WhiteWho although not always rightDid voice for the Sneedville treesAnd against polluting factoriesThere’s something for the glitz that’s not forgotThe importance of trees over parking lotsBeauty there is to … Continue reading

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