The Phantom of Biscay

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     She is but a small dog, a professor of Music. Her struggles have been  many in what might seem at first, a vain attempt to teach a laboring soul how to write Music. She knew that Heaven and Hell took an interest in this lowly of songwriters, who had no discipline or gravity to meter the measure in sound. So Why? Why bother? It would certainly be the hardest road that Music could ever take. And Professor Maxey b already had great acclaim amongst her peers. However she would meet this task, and take this lowly student forward.

     Many years would now pass. And Professor Maxey b has grown older. Though through the years she cracked the whip diligently, to melodize the common trough of this porous profanity, at best, a minglement of tones. "Good God!" she  barked, "is there no end to this sprof." Still she had hope for me. And yes I, the lowly student, be it Paul Dresser, that I am. Shall now step forward into the first  person to finish this story.

     The professor always told me, "look up to no one." Funny, she always laughed after she'd say that. But today when I think back it some how makes sense. I can remember while playing my Music, she'd let me imagine how great I was, then coaxed me along in my train of arrogance until I'd run out of track. The professor knew when to pounce upon me. Often, she would drag me into the dark depths of discord, and threaten to soil those copy written pages which only I did treasure. As much as I wanted to quit Music I knew I couldn't. I was cursed by both God and Lucifer to write Music forever and ever (selah).

     I could tell that all the other professors felt a tinge of sorrow for Professor Maxey b. That she should have such a bad student as myself.  So, as the curse goes, continuously, I now write and play and write and play, day after day, day after day. To what avail?

     It was near the Eventide of day.

     The professor was resting near one of the speakers while I played the keyboard. She was old looking now, and had this kinda funny little grin on her face. Sadly I felt that I had let her down. It seemed I was entrenched in a personal failure incurable. Me Angry? At who? God? Lucifer? -probably- but, mostly at myself.

     Then it happened. I thought to myself, if ever I was suppose to write a song worthy of mention, then it will happen now! And if it doesn't happen, then let the curse of Paul Dresser be broken.

     So I started to play, spontaneously, my hands redeemed the keys, and uplifted the keyboard inspiring improvisation as never before. Where does thought go in such a rill? A rill that stirs the angels, and their temptations of Music. And as I played I saw the professor, she cocked her ear upwards. And I realized that this professor, this small dog of wisdom, was listening blissfully to my Music while dying. Suddenly I stopped and quickly kneeled by her side. I could hear her sighing those final last breaths that strive to take us away. Incredibly her eye's, then looked clearly into mine, and I heard her say, "Please remember me dear student, this I pray, for I am The Phantom of Biscay."

     Paul Dresser
 

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Oh So Faraway

Oh So Faraway
If I were to follow you, would it even matter at all?
Higher than the highest mountain, do you ever hear me, when I call?
If we go faraway, farther tomorrow than today.
Sometimes we have got to be a little closer,-
pick the pieces up and carry them onwards.
Oh so faraway, what if we end up failing?
How will we carry on another day?
Will we find our way, in this world we trade?
Across this open plain,
we walk on dangerous domain.
What if all that we have learned, isn't quite our destiny somehow?
Whether it's a path that we want, whether it's a road we end up on.
Then we must find our way, so we can live beyond today.
How far must we travel to get closer?
It seems the change we need is always out there.
Oh so faraway....  In this world we pray....
things of the heart we try to say.
Six days working in the sun, when will the seventh day ever come?
Remember when we came to the crossroads,-
remember when the world was young?
And round and around we go, until the last tales been told.
Sometimes, we have got to be a little closer.
And lift our spirits high before the whole world.
Oh so faraway....
I'll follow you so faraway.

Paul Dresser
 

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