Michael Dyer: Music

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While I have written several songs that are in open tunings, I had never written a song for bottleneck slide guitar; so this song was fun because I got to use a bottleneck. What inspired this song was thinking about how the microscopic world (of eyelash mites and germs) is so different from the macroscopic world that we humans inhabit.

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UNDER THE MICROSCOPE
Michael Dyer
© 2007

Her smooth pale skin, so reminds him of sin.
Her long lashes flutter and flash, like tin-sel in,
The midnight air, her soft fair hair,
He just has to stare; just has to dare.

But under the microscope, there’s little hope.
Eyelash mites do bite. What a sight.
Her dead flakes of skin are eaten,
By dermatophagoides with ease. Who will win?

Her dark green eyes, both wary and wise,
Hint at such a prize, so he must prepare,
Pick-up lines and lies. And her perfumed wrists,
Asking to be held, waiting to be kissed.

But under the microscope, how can anyone cope?
Sweat glands do toil, near specks of salt and oil.
Tiny hairs do sprout, towering about.
While spores germinate, microbes grow and mate.

Her painted toes and nails could tell such tales.
Her pierced tongue and ears, mingle passion with fears.
Her full breasts and lips, electrify fingertips.
Her long, crossed legs, each calf just begs,
For a soft caress; nothing more, nothing less.

But under the microscope, paint and lip wax elope.
Under the microscope, an STD may be,
Either near or far, in a tear at the bar.
Under the microscope, another world awaits,
That seals their fate, beneath all beauty as bait.

Her dark green eyes, both wary and wise,
Hint at such a prize, so he must prepare,
Pick-up lines and lies. And her perfumed wrists,
Asking to be held, waiting to be kissed.

But under the microscope, they both will grope,
For hope of love, beneath and above.
Under the microscope,
The microscope.