Chance

[nyjm]

chance
noah mclaughlin

I woke up this morning
there was no one around
just the thundering silence
of my feet on the ground
I picked up my pen again
and looked up to the sky
there on the deep blue sea
was my eternal sigh

I’ve been thinking of that first night
I’ve just been thinking: how luck am I?

the smells of summer fading
filled the late night air
puck’s fairy perfume
lingered in your hair
words have always failed me
to capture your sweet smile
now when I need it the most
across this chasm of miles

I’ve been thinking of that first night
I’ve just been thinking: how luck am I?

I am only human
and I can break my word
clip the wings we flew on
cage the singing bird
with every new crash landing
with every hopeless sigh
you know I am a phoenix
‘cause you were there that night

I’ve been thinking of that first night
I’ve just been thinking: how luck am I?

[Caravan Ray]

Chance
Caravan Ray


Well if you put your money in my hand there’s a chance that I will take it
And if you give your heart to me there’s a chance that I will break it
But spend a whole day with me and I promise you I’ll make it
Make it, make it, make it
If you want to make a claim on me, go ahead and stake it

Take a chance
C’mon lets dance
Get that pretty booty on the floor
And shake it

How’d you get buns like that, did you roll up dough and bake it?
If your momma saw that low-cut dress she’d “Oh for goodness sake!” it
But baby spend ten minutes with me behind the dumpster out the back next to the kitchen door and I promise you won’t fake it

Take a chance
C’mon lets dance
Get that pretty booty on the floor
And shake it
Shake it
Shake it
Shake it
Shake it

[Smalltown Mike]

Chance by Boon Liver

Monday when the sun comes up I ...
Take a bite take a bite of my coffee
so many plans ahead
just buzzing round my head
but I procrastinate instead
mental masturbate instead
Time is golden then it’s stolen
chances never come
if I get a chance I’m gonna
if I get a chance I might
so many songs to write
but i would rather talk than rock

When I get the chance I’ll do the things I always say I’m going to do
But the chances never come
Find the time to write the rhyme write the songs right the wrongs
but the chances never come

My neighbour’s older
Cold and getting colder
Weight of the world upon his shoulder
Chances never came
Success he never tasted
all those years he’s wasted
dusty boxes in his mind
of wasted time
But I’m not like him
I’m going to do the things
I say I’m going to do
If not today then ... soon

When I get the chance I’ll do the things I always say I’m going to do
But the chances never come
Find the time to write the rhyme write the songs right the wrongs
but the chances never come

Tuesday when the sun comes up I ...
take a bite take a bite of my coffee
Another day another
dusty box of wasted time
There is no followthrough.
I never do the things I always say I’ll do
the chances never come.

When I get the chance I’ll do the things I always say I’m going to do
But the chances never come
Find the time to write the rhyme write the songs right the wrongs
but the chances never come

[max the cat]

Chance

Listen to the cannonade of six billion four hundred million seven hundred thousand one hundred and ninety seven...
ninety eight human hearts beating.
Listen to the cascades of corpuscles roaring through a million miles of arteries.
The swarms of eye lashes that could blink a wind strong enough to fill the sails of a fleet of clipper ships.
A collective passion that girds the earth in one continuous orgasm....Yes!
Listen to gigantic flesh earthquakes of contractions,
as tens of thousands of gallons of amniotic fluid
spill every ten seconds onto bathroom tile, hallway rugs, car seats, bed sheets, straw mats, desert dust, and emergency room floors in one big bang of life...
Bang

Is it all just chance?
Is is all just codes of accidents?
Is it all just chance?
Is it just the luck of the elements?
Who writes the music for this cosmic dance?
Is it all just chance?

Listen to the gigantic waves of hands wiping up great mucky swamps of brownish glop from grand canyons of infant cheeks,
an unmeasurable gravity of unconditional love,
in a gigantic tangle of bloodlines that have the power to expand the universe and crush the planet.
The gushes of plush and fleece, frescoes and filigree.
Infestations of spires that vie for the tops of skylines
In shimmering thrusts.
Psalms and symphonies, insights epiphanies,
coursing through global strangles of fiber optic cable.

Is it all just chance?
Is is all just codes of accidents?
Is it all just chance?
Is it just the luck of the elements?
Who writes the music for this cosmic dance?
Is it all just chance?

This compulsive survival twisting through double helixes,
constantly adapting its cells, to ice ages
and tectonic shifts of a planet
desperately trying to shake us off.
Is it all just chance?

[Nut #2]

Chance - The Nutwalls

Years ago I had my chance
But I let it slip through my hands
I see your face in memories past
But time's too short and goes too fast

Days go by and I wanted to tell you
Weeks go by and I wanted to call
All the things that I wanted to say to you
What if I'd taken the chance?

I wonder what you're doing now
Could we have made it work somehow?
I stood by, May turned to June
That summertime began too soon

Days went by and I wanted to tell you
Years went by and I wanted to call
Everything that I wanted to say to you
But I missed my chance

I saw you on the street today
Then I saw him and turned away
All the things I should have said
It could have been me instead

Days went by and I wanted to tell you
Years went by and I wanted to call
Everything that I couldn't say to you
Because I missed my chance.