Sunday, July 15, 2018

"Hey Diane" song lyrics by John Kaniecki

When inspiration hits there is no denying the muse. If anybody wants to put a melody to this song leave a comment to get in touch with me. 

Hey Diane

Once the world was a wonderful place
Full of love full of joy full of grace
Nothing good lasts forever so it seems
It was hello nightmares goodbye dreams

Hey Diane I know you can
Hang on for another day
Hey Diane I know you can
Have the hope to pray
Hey Diane I know you can
Find that narrow way

Well darkness is a dangerous foe
And friends they seem to come and go
But somehow we learn how to get by
We find the strength to give another try

Hey Diane I know you can
Hang on for another day
Hey Diane I know you can
Have the hope to pray
Hey Diane I know you can
Find that narrow way

Somewhere I hear the sweet sound of angelic choirs
In a land so grand that none have any desires
By faith we walk this world though blind
Hold on to the love ones who treated you kind

One day you will awake to the light
And life will be an endless delight
Hold on Diane with all of your might
Tomorrow is going to be bright

Hey Diane I know you can
Hang on for another day
Hey Diane I know you can
Have the hope to pray
Hey Diane I know you can
Find that narrow way 



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"Whitey's On The Moon" by John Kaniecki

Here are some words inspired by Gil Scott Heron. It is from my fantastic poetry book called “Polishing The Fragments.” Take a look.

Whitey’s On The Moon

They are rapping in the ghetto which is now called the hood
Them white folks all say that it’s immoral and no good
But their sons go gangsta at least not while at school
And they’ll wander downtown just to be treated cruel
By some Crip hanging out on the corner trying to cope
Whitey will come on down and by himself some overpriced dope
Jamming on the C.D. to something that is outer space
Cause they still believe in the ‘great white race’
Never mind in the mirror it is clearer who is the disgrace
But there is an element, a moment that they strive to grasp
They are petting the little puppy but it’s a rat with teeth like an asp
Well they blame every fault in their society on the poor
But they are glad to have them go and fight Wall Street’s war
They wave the flag, boast and brag, but not so secretly deplore
When the warrior returns, he quickly learns, the fire burns
As coked up traders score with whores to celebrate rising numbers
Meanwhile in grandest style God in His heaven silently slumbers?
Maybe He’s seeing how sadistic our overlords can really get
They crucified the Son of God that I will never forget
So when they tell me that He’s coming real, real soon
I sit back and relax and remember, Whitey’s On The Moon
I am stealing a line from Gil Scott of course
Cause according to Al he is the rapper’s number one source
I see Whitey talking indignantly about how the system is rigged
Slavery was a long time ago, don’t you dig?
As if Jim Crow was some kind of pleasurable poetic piece
As if the traps of racism fell and the hell offered some release
But the Piper was piping as Emit Till’s mother was weeping to his tune
But forget the regret cause Whitey’s on the Moon
Hell no, scream the poor white trash cause they can’t collect decent cash
The elite with venom sweet point to the man with the darker skin
He is the fault; blame them for everything evil that is your sin
So not too bright, they fail to see the light that the rich divides
Behind various ambiguous walls, the master he hides
Politicians are but a face to the disgrace but lack the real power
You’ll find out who is Satan’s mind when we come to the revealing hour
Remember in the anti December the solstice comes in the month of June
But have no fear, there is no atmosphere, just ask, Whitey’s On The Moon
Can’t pay the rent, and I’m too stubborn to truly repent
So here let me end calling out to my friends, you know who you are
I ain’t on the Moon, rather I am hanging in a bar on Jupitar 




Thursday, July 12, 2018

"Down On The Avenue" song by John Kaniecki and Ashish Kejriwal

This song lyric is heavily influenced by my experiences on Chancellor Avenue in Newark, New Jersey. It is but a snapshot of a multi-diverse culture. Also, I address some uncomfortable lies and truths, but I wonder if you can discern which is which. Of course, as always, I throw in my opinion. My very good friend Ashish Kejriwal was kind enough to put a musical interpretation to it. If you’d like to use this song lyric or see my extensive collection of copyrighted stuff let me know.


Down On The Avenue

It’s black and blue down on the avenue
The brothers are into free enterprise
And everything I say is absolutely true
Except in the parts where I speak lies

We’re all equal over here
See slavery disappear
Old money lost control
White men invented rock and roll
You ain’t got a clue
Till you’ve been down on the avenue

You can’t win with that imported sin
So get on your knees and be born again
The worst gang is dressed up in blue
And the F.B.I. haven’t got a clue
Nobody tells the company what to do
We’re all happy down on the avenue

We’re all equal over here
See slavery disappear
Old money lost control
White men invented rock and roll
You ain’t got a clue
Till you’ve been down on the avenue

I am still angry over Wounded Knee
I am still fighting to become free
And it’s sad that I know your history
When to some it is just a mystery

We’re all equal over here
See slavery disappear
Old money lost control
White men invented rock and roll
You ain’t got a clue
Till you’ve been down on the avenue

Government people are pawns of money
And this song isn’t meant to be funny
And they laugh all the way to the banks
And they don’t even give them any thanks

We’re all equal over here
See slavery disappear
Old money lost control
White men invented rock and roll
You ain’t got a clue
Till you’ve been down on the avenue



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"The Miner's Lullaby" Lyrics by John Kaniecki

Looking over my lyrics I came across this gem. Hope you enjoy it.

The Miner's Lullaby

Digging for gold in Mother's deep womb
All is sold for another to take and consume
All I am left with is my broken hands
And weary, weary eyes nobody understands

I am a worker a miner that is my trade
Misery and trouble are the wages paid
I would rather fly in heaven's blue sky
But it is hell below until the day I die
So I sing the miner's lullaby

Banished from the light of the day
It is a hell of a fight to earn my pay
But I have hopes for my children dear
So I toil and labor brave in my fear

I am a worker a miner that is my trade
Misery and trouble are the wages paid
I would rather fly in heaven's blue sky
But it is hell below until the day I die
So I sing the miner's lullaby

In a moment the tunnel turns to grave
Trapped a mile below never to save
It is always in the back of our mind
The mines are bitter the mines unkind

I am a worker a miner that is my trade
Misery and trouble are the wages paid
I would rather fly in heaven's blue sky
But it is hell below until the day I die
So I sing the miner's lullaby

May my son live to a gentler life
May he marry and have a pleasant wife
May he never step his foot a mile below
May his daddy's ways he never know

I am a worker a miner that is my trade
Misery and trouble are the wages paid
I would rather fly in heaven's blue sky
But it is hell below until the day I die
So I sing the miner's lullaby

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Wednesday, July 11, 2018

"Lack Of Empathy In The Human Race" by John Kaniecki

Here is a poem that I wrote for somebody on Facebook. If you like this poem I strongly urge you to check out my books. Supporting the arts is a crucial aspect of life. It is a revolutionary act of defiance to celebrate the common humanity of us all. Also if you would like to have a personal poem written for you please get in touch with me at peacepoems@mail.com  

Lack Of Empathy In The Human Race

By John Kaniecki

Masses of drones marching in suit and tie
A wave of arrogance washing by
Never mind the poor strung out vet
That is someone else’s regret
A soldier of misfortune
War for oil and spoil was the popular tune
When he returned
He quickly learned
The hate of the state
As Wall Street executives
Feel privileges
To take and never give
Is how they live
And empathy is void
Certainly none for the nations they have destroyed
Pull yourself up by your bootstraps
But when we organize
And refute their lies
Out comes the gun
And the cowboy kills the Indian
In perfect Sioux slaughter
The agony of Wounded Knee
But for a dollar and a quarter
You can buy a coffee
But for the veteran who has the cardboard sign
I’ll work for food he does declare
He don’t even get a prayer
Let alone a dime
Capitalism is a crime
And the government criminal
It isn’t even subliminal
It is Earth’s greatest disgrace
Lack of empathy in the human race 


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Tuesday, July 10, 2018

The End Of The Fight lyrics by John Kaniecki for Alison Krauss to Sing

Some of my song lyrics I can’t even remember writing. This one, however, has a very vivid story. I am dedicated to my wife, as in our marriage vow’s ‘forsaking all others’. Sadly Sylvia is suffering from dementia. We have gone through a lot in our marriage, my mental illness not helping any. With Sylvia’s illness, we went through the trying stages of her illness. It was hell when she would run away in search her home of Grenada, a world away. I would drive her for hours as it kept her calm, sometimes over two hundred miles a day. As it is now she is confined to bed. We only go out for doctors and church.

So it was that Sylvia and survival were pressing on my mind. I haven’t worked in three years and the savings are dwindling fast. As such, I took up writing and pursued my dream. While I’ve had nominal success, it has fallen far short of supporting my family. Still, I am very grateful that I had this time to dedicate to my art.

It was late at night and I was on YouTube watching videos and out came Alison Krauss singing beautiful harmonies. I was inspired and in less than ten minutes I wrote the song lyrics on this post. It was a tribute to my wife Sylvia, It was written for Alison to sing.


So the only thing that I am waiting for is Alison to get at it and write a melody. I know this is asking a lot and it is, in fact, a miracle. But my wife’s favorite scripture was Philippians4:13 “I can do all things through Christ which strengthenth me. So please tweet this message and petition the woman with the precious voice, Alison Krauss.  

My wife worked her entire life taking care of the elderly and children. I find it unconscionable that God would abandon her in her time of need.

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This is part of Sylvia's story and mine.

The End Of The Fight

Trouble was the meal of your day
On your knees to work and pray
But your smile it never did fade
Though you were highly underpaid

I was a seeker of righteousness
Insane in the bosom of God’s bliss
There must be more to life than this
And then I felt your loving kiss

I never let go of your sweet hand
Until the Lord took your light
I never let go of your sweet hand
Till the end of the fight

Survival is a common story
All to the Lord praise and glory
Love is a word meaning action
Love is the greatest satisfaction

The winds blew in the tempest
All the strong go through the test
And with you by my side near
I felt secure without a hint of fear

I never let go of your sweet hand
Until the Lord took your light
I never let go of your sweet hand
Till the end of the fight

Some sweet voice should sing this song
With a beauty grand and strong
To give you the honor and praise
For choosing the narrowest of ways

When I was down you held me tight
When I suffered you made it right
So this is my goodbye dear friend
This is the celebration of the end

I never let go of your sweet hand
Until the Lord took your light
I never let go of your sweet hand
Till the end of the fight

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Monday, July 9, 2018

Golden Oldie Song Lyrics By John Kaniecki

Golden Oldie

Up in the years old in age
About to turn the final page
Hair trimmed silver and gray
I still recall yesterday

Oh darling hold me
Just like a golden oldie
Kiss my lips boldly
I’m a golden oldie

I’ve told my story a million times
Yet you still love all the rhymes
Maybe my sound is no longer new
But you got on your dancing shoe

Oh darling hold me
Just like a golden oldie
Kiss my lips boldly
I’m a golden oldie

My time is almost done
Our Love is just begun
We’ll sing our song in heaven high
Golden oldies they never die

Oh darling hold me
Just like a golden oldie
Kiss my lips boldly
I’m a golden oldie

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