The Covered Man
And His Music
(David Soul)
By: Beth Price

Pausing his audience to contemplate his art
The Covered Man sang songs to hearts
Giving us music to find delight
He freely shares his gladness
Singing songs of kind words
Comforting hearts with love
As he shares his love of music
His presence brought grace to satisfy
His sound would brighten up your eyes
He sings with a voice, like no other you heard
He has made himself known for his music
And such lovely music with magic power
Lifting hearts with care

Music is a treasure, we grasp for thought
The Covered Man delivered as hearts sought
Bringing us joy with gentle words
Seeing us smile, he would smile :)
Though, his smile was covered for a while
He wanted to be known for his music
Then to  reveal his belief, "I Am Who I Am"
He is the Covered Man and his music abides

What lies beneath the mask of The Covered Man
A man brought to light, giving us precious moments
Thru his dreams of being known for his music
A glorious panorama took on the greatest show
The Covered Man was revealed as David Soul

David Soul
Welding His Audience
By:  Beth Price

The musician, the actor
Is gifted and amorous
With the power of lifting spirit

Welding out his audience
Enticing and enchanting them
Like a star shining bright

He'll make hearts warm
Giving a genial look
To all those reached

Welding his audience
He holds in his heart
His audience esteem

He sings to them heavenly
Shining a smile in shear delight
Keeping his audience well in sight

Dream

I have dreamed something this morning

It was fare away from now

At the beach down by the water

You came gliding down somehow

In the sand you sat there smiling

With the sunlight in your hair

Sunny winds from every where

A little child ran from your arms

Toward me, I took her up.

----(Interlude)----

With surprise you looked upon us,

"That has never happened before," you said and smiled even more

What happened then I’ll never know because I woke up from my dream

Text & Music Carina Linnros © 2001

I wrote the English text in the same time I wrote it in Swedish but somehow I didn’t get the same feeling in the words as in Swedish. I think it has to do with the rhythm of the language. It is hard to write the exact translation in another language without having to change the story in the song.

I haven’t told anyone about this dream before because I wanted it to come true. I met the baby from the dream in London a year ago and now I’ve met David. They have no connection with each other. But now I can tell anyone about it.

My friends, I want to repost this poem because I wrote it for David a long while back.

I wrote it in tribute to him, so I would like to post it again as a Valentine's gift from "soullove". Thanks.

 

A Magical Man

 

In a crowded street I did stand,

lonely, empty inside, a void. Waiting for someone, or

Something to fill my empty heart and soul.

All around me I hear noise,

Strident sounds that hurt the ears,

harsh music that torments the senses.

I cover my ears and run though

The streets and alleys,

Pushing through the crowds of

Blank and empty people…

Yearning to be filled with

Feelings long past forgotten.

I fall to my knees and drop

My hands from my ears,

Expecting them to burst with

The agony from the noise..

When, softly, faintly, I hear

 A sweet voice, warm, and caressing,

That touches my sore heart.  I listen…

Straining to find what way to go

to search for this tenderness of song.

I pick my self up and begin to stumble forward,

becoming surer of foot as the music grows stronger.

I stop at the edge of a beautiful forest,

Green, fresh, and clean.  I follow the

Sounds drifting toward me, with

Eagerness, as if to meet a long lost lover.

The songs fill my empty soul with emotions

I thought were dead.  The melodies that were lofting,

made nature seem to dance…

as the clouds did smile,

and the winds did cry,

and trees would caress one with each branch.

I moved in to a clearing,

where a man sat strumming a guitar…

singing those wonderful melodies

that brought me from so far away.

His blues twinkled at me as I sat down at his feet. 

Before he began to sing again, he softly touched my hair. 

And then his voice did fill the wind and all the air around me.

Then my heart and soul did fill to the brim

With emotions that were once lost.

My heart did fill with love and hope..and once again I felt at peace,

and my soul laughed with joy and cried for all the pain of humanity. 

I now felt whole again, thanks to this magical man,

Whose heart and voice did again bring life

Into this once empty, lonely, human.

 

(By Mary Campagna)

LIMITED EDITION
By: Karen Bova.

Painted blue eyes hold wonders so incredibly dear.
Like Merlin the magician making dreams appear.

Sleeping dragons awake from deepest of lairs.
His music hushes their flames and eases our cares.

A voice that can weave together the sun moon and stars.
Giving peace to the day. Giving hope. Dissolving steel bars.

Shooting stars streak cross the midnight glittery sky.
He keeps the candle of faith burning deep without a sigh.

Legendary like a shining knight who sits at the round table.
His music will endure streaking cross our hearts soft as sable.

A hero that rescues the human spirit from sinking to low.
Song and spirit so captivating  lifting the weakened soul.

How do you thank one for such a exquisite bequest?
For making daily life pleasurable like a Mardi Gras feast.

A breed set apart from the usual norm. Rarer then the unicorn.
Songs coming from the heart that battle life's storm.

Painted blue eyes reflect a spirit connected by divine love.
Naturally giving to others so they may also rise above.

A free roaming soul that searches the earth.
His spirit like the eagle sailing over the deep surf.

Believing in life's miraculous wonder.
His essence streaks through us like lighting and thunder.

You need not blindly search for A Joyous universe.
Listen to his song  reflect its power in every verse

His journey of joy will most certainly find you I say
Relaxing and refreshing like a bountiful chardonnay.

It Sends you mystically flying through cloudless skies.
Soars over rainbows letting love lift wings to heavenly highs.

A limited edition of a life that can touch the heart with spirited splendor.
Breathtaking and Timeless filling hopes and dreams his spirit so tender.

The End

Quote by David Soul taken from Leave a Light On CD insert.

"God knows, I'm not the flavor of the month anymore."

 Flavor of the Heart

By: Karen Bova.

Flavors of the month are fleeting in the night.
Melting away quickly out of mind and out of sight.

It takes more then just flashy hair.
It's more then the clothes you wear.

It has nothing to do with youthful glow.
Time is never ending where the oceans flow.

Flavors of the month may come and flavors may go.
They drift away like shapes of enchanting snow.

Songs often hit number one on the billboard charts.
But flavor of the month so often stops before it even starts.

Keeping the fire going through the years takes a special soul.
A soul gentle as a blooming rose. Soft as the muzzle of a spring foal.

A sleek elegance and a sprite of undying passion.
A sage that sings of dolphins of loves sweet satisfaction.

Flavor of the month is effortless enough to be.
Its the flavor of the heart that is what's hardest you see.

To be brave and kind and stand up tall.
No matter what adversities should come to call.

The flavor of the heart runs deep and true.
The flavor of the heart is what I see in you.

Faithful, humble and ever sincere.
Ever caring with every shedding tear.

Flavor of the month is selfish and unfeeling.
Flavor of the heart is heavens true unveiling.

Life is a song and it springs fourth from deep within.
Flavor of the month is so shallow and so dim.

Flavor of the heart is the quest for love and grace.
Flavor of the heart is what you have accomplished in this place.

Something that rings so much louder and clear.
Something that will live on giving pleasure and meaning
year after year.