Inside My Head

Went to the opera house in Sydney,
Now I just cannot lose,
Sounds from the studio, soaring, set free,
When Marlene sang the blues.
To the people she gave respect,
Then she paid homage to the land,
Used emotion to great effect,
She tried to help us understand.
About spirits she did enthuse,
Of her ancestoral dead.
Now the great sounds of Marlene's soulful blues
Are trapped inside my head.

I want to sing my version of the blues,
In my words, my song, bring to life my dead.
Retain memories so I do not lose
All those I've loved; keep them inside my head.

I want, to the people, respect to give,
Pay homage to the land,
Bring to my mind all who before did live,
Turn back time's trickling sand.
I'll charge the air with emotions,
Paint vivid pictures with my song,
Sunrises, sunsets and oceans,
Linked through the years by ties so strong.
I want to hear again
Marlene singing the blues,
Feel again the rythm of her refrain,
I would if I could choose.

The landscapes that my ancestors once saw
Must in my thoughts remain,
Preserved by memory for evermore,
Not blurred by time or pain.
Past rhythms should be kept beating,
To the here and now should be brought,
Future moments be less fleeting
When historic facts come to thought.
Our bloodlines we will trace,
Chart our family's dead,
And then to each name try to fit a face,
Follow where their lives led.

I want to sing my version of the blues,
In my words, my song, bring to life my dead,
Images stirred, by Marlene's voice set loose
These thoughts of those I've loved; inside my head.