Buddy Bee Anthony
Biography of Buddy Bee Anthony
We all can dream
I write poetry and sing songs to improve my station.
I am into the music for the long haul. I seek collaborators I would love to work with other artists; writers, and entertainers.
I am a construction worder, at base a folk singer. I used to just sing the blues and rock music until I found my sweeter voices. Today, there isn't many styles I can't pull off.
My forte is singing. I write songs too.
I endeavor to change the world, one song at a time. I play with words until they come together like puzzle pieces to create an honest one two punch to literally and figuratively hook my audience. As a a musical reporter of the world around me. Music is my vehicle to travel. when I play music, I am beautiful, . sexy, strong, and wonderous. I get filmed also for being flamboyant. I freely admit, I bend and sometimes break the rules of etiquette. We only come up short if we don't go long. Our birthright isn't to blend into the woodwork. My professional personae has a living, breathing soul, I feel lit by the power of the Sun and the Stars, A volatile, volcanic, cocktail. I shake up polite society. I also can sing covers, and put a smile on a childs face.What style do I play. Why do I have to limit my craft to one or two styles? I play street music because I have latitude to be unconventional, and not subject to the stifling conformity of music that passes as role modeling. Non-artists telling us what to say like on The Ed Sullivan amd mass media in general. I sing what I please, and I have found that a good number of people appreciate my honesty, what I say and how I say it because I get alot more thumbs up than thumbs down.
I am rogue with my art. If I please myself first with work, chances are my audience will also be pleased with it. But, the envelope must be pushed and stretched. Of course, one has to measure who their audience is and play songs that will captivate,
touch and, inspire them, personally. My show is live. I invite you to be a part of it. I am a cocktail that screams abbondanza.
My gifts are testimony that all of the best songs have not yet been written. Find out for yourself if I got the goods or not.
Buddy Bee Anthony
Buddy Bee Anthony Poems
Screw the West Coast Won't be buyin more shares, Joe Screw the West Coast and your cross-eyed stares, no.
Raised amongst wolves A lamb who could lead Pecked ever so gently by birds on land and by Sea
Four Letter 'work' Song
Work me up work me out work me flip side down Work me here
Wild Rice Soak
There's Pizza delivery Indian Cuisine Tex-Mex Thai
Sick With The Music
Flick your Bic with the Music Do a high kick with the music Twirl a walking stick with the music Do you know how to get sick
I'm the face behind the bar. You stuff stray bills into my jar. I'm the friendly stranger you spill your guts to
I don't know why she make me feel so good Hurt me real fine with them sheep dipped cigarettes Boone's Farm bottles of wine
One bird song hungry for their mother One bird song seeks shelter on the docks One bird song is warring on their brothers One bird song is beating all the clocks
Ode To Ghuey
We brought home a kitty cat, his name they said was Ghuey. lazier than a hound dog and n'er the worry. Somehow Ghuey's got baby's momma wrapped deep in his spell. Ghuey won't be faring around here so well.
Have you seen Godot today We were supposed to hook up but, I think he split on me.
The Ties That Bind
As life goes on, time can surely sever the ties that bind us in sweet surrender. Once I was
Helen Of Troy
She asked if I would write a poem about her She wants to know if she's my Helen of Troy It's true, the holes I'm finding in my boat
I got a brother named Thunder another named Lightenin my sister's named Wind and I'm Rain Goin' steady with a sweet li'l warm breeze
You don't know this burnin sadness that I feel And you can't see beneath my fragile smile this hurt I must conceal I'll keep settin course
When I called on you,
you were called away.
To consecrate a child
on the Sabbath day.
Shorin up the war torn wounds