Mel – Rose…

This is a new song that hasn’t been published. Inspired by our crazy pursuit to become larger than life.

About a pueblo woman I was in love with; she’s gone now – strung out in another place. You know her. We all know her – all those lost going backwards. There’s just so far you can go with beauty and ugliness before it kicks us in the ass.

Where is she now..???

Maybe I’ll find her again some day, haha, I’m afraid of that day…

I guess to some extent it’s about any person’s journey out of the old and into the extreme real, to fight for that one dream to make it BIG in the big city of Hollywood. It’s an ass kicker when you begin to compete and fight for all the scraps.

Sometimes its better to just let Hollywood come to you..hahaha – or not.

VERSE I
WHEN YOUR EYES ARE TIRED
AND THE EVENING DOESN’T WANNA END
I WONDER HOW YOU FEEL
ON THIS DARK, DARK NIGHT
I GUESS IT DOESN’T MATTER
I COULD NEVER EVER COMPETE WITH THOSE L.A. BOYS.

NOW I’VE REALIZED
I’M JUST ANOTHER LYING, LOST FOOL
WALKING DOWN,
WALKING DOWN WILSHIRE BLVD.

AND I SAW YOU IN THE HOLLYWOOD HILLS YOU WERE DRIVING SOMEONE ELSE CRAZY–(LONELINESS AGAIN)

CHORUS
BETWEEN YOUR BEAUTIFUL AND MY UGLINESS
HOW-FAR-WAS THAT DISTANCE
AND IT REALLY DOESN’T MATTER
CAUSE YOUR GONE YOUR LOST, AND I’M STILL HERE

VERSE II
I LOST THAT PUEBLO WOMAN
SOMEWHERE DOWN ON THE SUNSET STRIP
HER LONG, LONG BLACK HAIR
IS LOST, YOU’RE GONE, YOU’RE NEVER GONNA WALK THAT STREET AGAIN
DRINKING, SMOKING, TOKING, SNORTING ALL THAT WICKED WHITE SNOW.

VERSE III
WELL WHEN SHE WAS STONED
SHE DIDN’T CARE WHAT SHE SAID
SHE DIDN’T REALLY CARE WHAT SHE DID
AND I LOST HER I LOST HER TO HER SO CALLED HOLLYWOOD DREAMS.

I SCREAMED FOR YOU ON MELROSE AVE YOU WERE DRIVING SOME GHOST CRAZY–(AND IT’S BITTERNESS AGAIN)

CHORUS
BETWEEN YOUR BEAUTIFUL AND MY UGLINESS
WONT YOU TELL ME HOW-FAR-WAS THAT DISTANCE
AND IT REALLY DOESN’T MATTER
CAUSE YOUR GONE, YOUR LOST, AND I’M STILL HERE
YEAH BABY I’M STILL HERE

(BRIDGE GUITAR)

CHORUS
BETWEEN YOUR BEAUTIFUL AND MY UGLINESS
HOW-FAR-WAS THAT DISTANCE
AND IT REALLY DOESN’T MATTER
BECAUSE YOUR GONE YOUR LOST, AND I’M STILL HERE

(TAG)
YEAH BABY I’M STILL HERE

TIWA
AHSOO MU YAH

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Miss, Rose

Mirabal-Man

17 thoughts on “Mel – Rose…”

  1. Mirabal-Man,

    thank you for sharing this song with us.

    You are good at bringing forth your memories
    to put them into song.

    I also like how well you sing other peoples stories
    and make them sound like your own.

    “Medicine Man” and “1000 Miles” would be examples of that.

    I was honored to see you and the two Larry’s in Santa Fe. It was the first time for me to meet them.

    May you and everyone who reads this have a beautiful day.
    Blessings and prayers for everyone.

    Ta Ah for being you,
    love, light, and honor,

    Amy

  2. I’m curious as to when this recorded, and who is playing with you… .especially the dobro sounding thing.

  3. Despite my poor understanding of English, I recognize the beauty with authentic words, anyway I am fan of the music and lyrics that you offer us.
    All the blessings come to you and yours.
    MA

  4. “Maybe I’ll find her again some day, haha, I’m afraid of that day…”

    Every guy I know has a girl like that including me. The included photo is captivating. Good art – Good song – So easy to relate – I’m afraid of that day…

  5. Very Lovely Song…says a lot about losing…..Love is good when it is good..and when it is bad it tears one apart..from end to end..never understanding just left with a ghost that comes creeping in the middle of a sweat drenched night..on sheets where love was passion and now just wet with tears. Losing to Love can be a demon sneaking up on you from behind and smacking you in the head…..but if it ever comes and you and the other person are ready for it to stay it can be as if you have found the true meaning of forever…….I have found I my self walk a path with out a Life Partner because I am in Love with Freedom..But not every one can walk that path…Both the paths of Love and Freedom take certain kinds of human beings..we all have to choose which ones we are…of course I have never ben Human so the frist is much easyer for me to choose..Haha..Take Care ….Alaways Robbie.

  6. Wow! Thank you for letting us hear this song. I would buy this song on Amazon Music!
    Melrose Ave…I used to hang out at the Urth Cafe when I lived in LA.

  7. Any song from the heart is a treasure, homage to special times, people and memories. Emotional walls are prisons, even if we call them something else. I am pleased to be out of prison with hopes of not reoffending. Our time here is so short.

  8. Robert,

    this song reminds me of one of the characters in “Running Alone in Photographs”

    Thankfully I do not drink, smoke, toke, or snort anything wicked. I am not perfect, I make my own mistakes, but thankfully they are not drugs or alcohol.

    “DRINKING, SMOKING, TOKING, SNORTING ALL THAT WICKED WHITE SNOW.”

    I realize that people can use things that allow them to do things that they regret later.
    If anyone feels stuck in a situation that is hurting themselves or someone else, may they have the courage to ask for help. Please count your blessings and imagine the best that can happen. If you are in sorrow, pain, or a dark night of soul, please know that it will pass.

    There are several ways that love can enter our lives
    Love for nature
    Love for animals
    Love for sisters, brothers, mothers, fathers, or a lover.

    May each one of you reading this know that you are loved
    If you see me, feel free to get a hug.

    Love, honor, and blessings,

    Amy

    p.s. if I make a mistake, I admit it. — I found my two favorite c.d.’s that I last saw at a public event. Nobody took them.

  9. Beautiful song and a very sad story. You are the best.
    Keep up the good work you have the best talent for writing music and songs.

  10. Robert,
    You always lay it all out, you pour your soul into all you do. Thank you!
    Great song, heartbreakingly sad, yet so true for so many.

    Laying it on the line,
    she crosses into that dingy space.
    So far from who she really is.
    Inside her hides the loveliest being,
    so lost and alone.
    She doesn’t realize,
    she is trying to break out.
    She is longing to be free,
    soaring on a hawks wing,
    lifted by the wind.
    One day, I hope it isn’t too late.
    She will return to the light
    that birthed her beautiful soul.

    PEACE
    Linda

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