Duane Lamont

Duane Lamont

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My Miserable Best

Written By: Duane Lamont Tornquist

Thinking about my headache
Wandering while my heart aches
I’m blissful and I’m sad
Filled with excitement and sorrow
Looking forward to tomorrow

This is me at my miserable best

I’ve been taken for a ride
But you are by my side as the sun sets
I awaken in the night
By angry people angry at what I said
Then peaceful thoughts set in
They rock me back to sleep in my bed

This is me at my miserable best

Driving down this road
I’ve lost some friends and parted ways with my past
I’ve kept my memories
Both good and bad in a safe place

Even know I’m older
I take them out and read them like a road map
It feels good to be alive
To feel the pain that make the highs seem higher
Higher on a mountain

This is me at my miserable best

Songwriters Retreat

Written By: Duane Lamont Tornquist

I’m going to learn some new chords
That I’ve never played before
I’m going to write a poem
About some dark and dusty road

I’m going to leave the city I love
And turn my head lights off
Fall into a place of mine
That seems so right from wrong

Play the part of a singer
Skip rocks to a beat
Blame the wind for my change of mind
It’s a songwriter’s retreat

Look at the stars for answers
For the questions I’ve had so long
Feel the ghost of a profit
Turn my headlights on

Travelin on this dusty road
The darkness it’s my friend
I adore the glow of the city lights
And forever with my pen

Compose the songs of autumn skies
Sing the songs of lover cries
I hope to record a verse for you
That makes you feel the way I do

Melody and harmony collide
Feelings come back from where they hide

Play the part of a singer
Skip rocks to a beat
Blame the wind for my change of mind
It’s a songwriter’s retreat

Tears of Pain and somebody’s face
Chronicled in my mind
From the life I’ve led to love I’ve found
Endearment stories in sound

Melody and harmony collide
Feelings come back from where they hide

Play the part of a singer
Skip rocks to a beat
Blame the wind for my change of mind
It’s a songwriter’s retreat