Roger D. Linder
@rdlinder.bsky.social
Author of "Only Golden Fingers Could Play So Heavy" and composer of rock opera of the same name. FAWM participant. If I wrote all of the rest down, you’d need a bigger screen.
No more people were around
To hear the filling sound;
No more music rocked the air.
He was where he was meant to be,
Tears ran down so he couldn't see,
Now singing should be rare.
To hear the filling sound;
No more music rocked the air.
He was where he was meant to be,
Tears ran down so he couldn't see,
Now singing should be rare.
November 14, 2025 at 2:16 PM
No more people were around
To hear the filling sound;
No more music rocked the air.
He was where he was meant to be,
Tears ran down so he couldn't see,
Now singing should be rare.
To hear the filling sound;
No more music rocked the air.
He was where he was meant to be,
Tears ran down so he couldn't see,
Now singing should be rare.
I dreamed I saw my baby in the middle of the stage
He sat there all alone, the crowd left in a rage.
His sobs I heard as music now but the shouts would no longer grow.
He said, "Please come here mother, and take this heavy load."
He sat there all alone, the crowd left in a rage.
His sobs I heard as music now but the shouts would no longer grow.
He said, "Please come here mother, and take this heavy load."
November 14, 2025 at 2:16 PM
I dreamed I saw my baby in the middle of the stage
He sat there all alone, the crowd left in a rage.
His sobs I heard as music now but the shouts would no longer grow.
He said, "Please come here mother, and take this heavy load."
He sat there all alone, the crowd left in a rage.
His sobs I heard as music now but the shouts would no longer grow.
He said, "Please come here mother, and take this heavy load."
Many people were around
To hear the filling sound
As the music filled the air.
He was where he had to be
Smoke so thick I couldn't see.
The atmosphere of a fair.
To hear the filling sound
As the music filled the air.
He was where he had to be
Smoke so thick I couldn't see.
The atmosphere of a fair.
November 14, 2025 at 2:16 PM
Many people were around
To hear the filling sound
As the music filled the air.
He was where he had to be
Smoke so thick I couldn't see.
The atmosphere of a fair.
To hear the filling sound
As the music filled the air.
He was where he had to be
Smoke so thick I couldn't see.
The atmosphere of a fair.
I dreamed I saw my baby and he stood as a man
He stood there, he was singing, in front of a long-haired band
A voice as shrill as birds in flight, as low as a croaking toad
He said, "please come here mother, and take this heavy load."
He stood there, he was singing, in front of a long-haired band
A voice as shrill as birds in flight, as low as a croaking toad
He said, "please come here mother, and take this heavy load."
November 14, 2025 at 2:16 PM
I dreamed I saw my baby and he stood as a man
He stood there, he was singing, in front of a long-haired band
A voice as shrill as birds in flight, as low as a croaking toad
He said, "please come here mother, and take this heavy load."
He stood there, he was singing, in front of a long-haired band
A voice as shrill as birds in flight, as low as a croaking toad
He said, "please come here mother, and take this heavy load."
First is mine, I take the crown
I now have won the race
There's nothing that can keep me down
I need to keep the pace
I now have won the race
There's nothing that can keep me down
I need to keep the pace
November 13, 2025 at 4:45 PM
First is mine, I take the crown
I now have won the race
There's nothing that can keep me down
I need to keep the pace
I now have won the race
There's nothing that can keep me down
I need to keep the pace
Have to work to win the race
Have to break that tape
All my efforts are a waste
Unless doubts I escape
Marathon, it's not a sprint
No reason to give up
From here I think I see a glint
Desired loving cup
Have to break that tape
All my efforts are a waste
Unless doubts I escape
Marathon, it's not a sprint
No reason to give up
From here I think I see a glint
Desired loving cup
November 13, 2025 at 4:45 PM
Have to work to win the race
Have to break that tape
All my efforts are a waste
Unless doubts I escape
Marathon, it's not a sprint
No reason to give up
From here I think I see a glint
Desired loving cup
Have to break that tape
All my efforts are a waste
Unless doubts I escape
Marathon, it's not a sprint
No reason to give up
From here I think I see a glint
Desired loving cup
As I near the finish line
I feel I'm slowing down
I think that I'm not feeling fine
Will I ever get the crown?
Is there time to reach the goal?
Is there time to rest?
At first I had been on a roll
Giving it my best
I feel I'm slowing down
I think that I'm not feeling fine
Will I ever get the crown?
Is there time to reach the goal?
Is there time to rest?
At first I had been on a roll
Giving it my best
November 13, 2025 at 4:45 PM
As I near the finish line
I feel I'm slowing down
I think that I'm not feeling fine
Will I ever get the crown?
Is there time to reach the goal?
Is there time to rest?
At first I had been on a roll
Giving it my best
I feel I'm slowing down
I think that I'm not feeling fine
Will I ever get the crown?
Is there time to reach the goal?
Is there time to rest?
At first I had been on a roll
Giving it my best
I am a collector
Have to have it all
Collectibles protector
Can't wait for my next haul
Have to have it all
Collectibles protector
Can't wait for my next haul
November 11, 2025 at 7:27 PM
I am a collector
Have to have it all
Collectibles protector
Can't wait for my next haul
Have to have it all
Collectibles protector
Can't wait for my next haul
Some may call it hoarding
A gathering of junk
I find it all rewarding
Eliminates my funk
Every day and every way I pick up what I will
Shouldn't have to justify, gives me such a thrill
People say "Get rid of it, donate it to Goodwill.
This is way too much to keep, a bit of overkill"
A gathering of junk
I find it all rewarding
Eliminates my funk
Every day and every way I pick up what I will
Shouldn't have to justify, gives me such a thrill
People say "Get rid of it, donate it to Goodwill.
This is way too much to keep, a bit of overkill"
November 11, 2025 at 7:27 PM
Some may call it hoarding
A gathering of junk
I find it all rewarding
Eliminates my funk
Every day and every way I pick up what I will
Shouldn't have to justify, gives me such a thrill
People say "Get rid of it, donate it to Goodwill.
This is way too much to keep, a bit of overkill"
A gathering of junk
I find it all rewarding
Eliminates my funk
Every day and every way I pick up what I will
Shouldn't have to justify, gives me such a thrill
People say "Get rid of it, donate it to Goodwill.
This is way too much to keep, a bit of overkill"
Larger and larger the collections grow
Is there any way to stop? Nobody knows
If I start another, where will it go?
And when I'm gone, to whom shall I bestow?
I am a collector
Saving all I can
Managing director
Of a master plan
Is there any way to stop? Nobody knows
If I start another, where will it go?
And when I'm gone, to whom shall I bestow?
I am a collector
Saving all I can
Managing director
Of a master plan
November 11, 2025 at 7:27 PM
Larger and larger the collections grow
Is there any way to stop? Nobody knows
If I start another, where will it go?
And when I'm gone, to whom shall I bestow?
I am a collector
Saving all I can
Managing director
Of a master plan
Is there any way to stop? Nobody knows
If I start another, where will it go?
And when I'm gone, to whom shall I bestow?
I am a collector
Saving all I can
Managing director
Of a master plan
That cat, his chapeau
Really does have to go
It is nothing but show
He has reached his plateau
Really does have to go
It is nothing but show
He has reached his plateau
November 10, 2025 at 6:06 PM
That cat, his chapeau
Really does have to go
It is nothing but show
He has reached his plateau
Really does have to go
It is nothing but show
He has reached his plateau
Silver-spooned upbringing, check the result
The way that he moves is just an insult
His rabid fans are no more than a cult
It's time that I show him how to be an adult
The way that he moves is just an insult
His rabid fans are no more than a cult
It's time that I show him how to be an adult
November 10, 2025 at 6:06 PM
Silver-spooned upbringing, check the result
The way that he moves is just an insult
His rabid fans are no more than a cult
It's time that I show him how to be an adult
The way that he moves is just an insult
His rabid fans are no more than a cult
It's time that I show him how to be an adult
Wade Brandywine is a fake and a fraud
Is nothing but fluff, a scam, a façade
He's touts himself worthy of great wide appeal
Truth to be told, he comes off as a heel
Is nothing but fluff, a scam, a façade
He's touts himself worthy of great wide appeal
Truth to be told, he comes off as a heel
November 10, 2025 at 6:06 PM
Wade Brandywine is a fake and a fraud
Is nothing but fluff, a scam, a façade
He's touts himself worthy of great wide appeal
Truth to be told, he comes off as a heel
Is nothing but fluff, a scam, a façade
He's touts himself worthy of great wide appeal
Truth to be told, he comes off as a heel
I can see him from a mile away
All of that flash is just one way to say
"Hey, I'm important, the top of my class"
Well, I think he's just a self-styled pompous ass
All of that flash is just one way to say
"Hey, I'm important, the top of my class"
Well, I think he's just a self-styled pompous ass
November 10, 2025 at 6:06 PM
I can see him from a mile away
All of that flash is just one way to say
"Hey, I'm important, the top of my class"
Well, I think he's just a self-styled pompous ass
All of that flash is just one way to say
"Hey, I'm important, the top of my class"
Well, I think he's just a self-styled pompous ass
That cat in the hat
Is a bit of a brat
He thinks he's all that
But his efforts fall flat
He's no fashion plate
Cannot master the gait
His manners do grate
Must obliterate
Is a bit of a brat
He thinks he's all that
But his efforts fall flat
He's no fashion plate
Cannot master the gait
His manners do grate
Must obliterate
November 10, 2025 at 6:06 PM
That cat in the hat
Is a bit of a brat
He thinks he's all that
But his efforts fall flat
He's no fashion plate
Cannot master the gait
His manners do grate
Must obliterate
Is a bit of a brat
He thinks he's all that
But his efforts fall flat
He's no fashion plate
Cannot master the gait
His manners do grate
Must obliterate
I hate to be ruthless
It just isn't me
I search for the truth
It's all that I see
The strange thing about it is that she's within arm's reach
But why does it have to be like a million miles to me?
I hate to be ruthless
It just isn't me
I search for the truth
It's all that I see
It just isn't me
I search for the truth
It's all that I see
The strange thing about it is that she's within arm's reach
But why does it have to be like a million miles to me?
I hate to be ruthless
It just isn't me
I search for the truth
It's all that I see
November 9, 2025 at 5:04 PM
I hate to be ruthless
It just isn't me
I search for the truth
It's all that I see
The strange thing about it is that she's within arm's reach
But why does it have to be like a million miles to me?
I hate to be ruthless
It just isn't me
I search for the truth
It's all that I see
It just isn't me
I search for the truth
It's all that I see
The strange thing about it is that she's within arm's reach
But why does it have to be like a million miles to me?
I hate to be ruthless
It just isn't me
I search for the truth
It's all that I see
I hate to be ruthless
It just isn't me
I search for the truth
It's all that I see
The buyer is a world traveler, I know
I search in rain, I search in snow
Late into the night, start early in the day
And when I find her, I'll be ready to say:
It just isn't me
I search for the truth
It's all that I see
The buyer is a world traveler, I know
I search in rain, I search in snow
Late into the night, start early in the day
And when I find her, I'll be ready to say:
November 9, 2025 at 5:04 PM
I hate to be ruthless
It just isn't me
I search for the truth
It's all that I see
The buyer is a world traveler, I know
I search in rain, I search in snow
Late into the night, start early in the day
And when I find her, I'll be ready to say:
It just isn't me
I search for the truth
It's all that I see
The buyer is a world traveler, I know
I search in rain, I search in snow
Late into the night, start early in the day
And when I find her, I'll be ready to say:
I ran and took flight one day
But I stumbled on a cloud
The buyer, she looked my way
But I didn't see her for the crowd
High in the sky I look Earthward
I search the whole world, heading northward
I won't stop until I find the buyer
But something tells me I shouldn't go higher
But I stumbled on a cloud
The buyer, she looked my way
But I didn't see her for the crowd
High in the sky I look Earthward
I search the whole world, heading northward
I won't stop until I find the buyer
But something tells me I shouldn't go higher
November 9, 2025 at 5:04 PM
I ran and took flight one day
But I stumbled on a cloud
The buyer, she looked my way
But I didn't see her for the crowd
High in the sky I look Earthward
I search the whole world, heading northward
I won't stop until I find the buyer
But something tells me I shouldn't go higher
But I stumbled on a cloud
The buyer, she looked my way
But I didn't see her for the crowd
High in the sky I look Earthward
I search the whole world, heading northward
I won't stop until I find the buyer
But something tells me I shouldn't go higher
\I don't need to sell my love
But I'm looking for a certain buyer
I don't have to push and shove
'Cause I'm a flyer
I hate to be ruthless
It just isn't me
I search for the truth
It's all that I see
But I'm looking for a certain buyer
I don't have to push and shove
'Cause I'm a flyer
I hate to be ruthless
It just isn't me
I search for the truth
It's all that I see
November 9, 2025 at 5:04 PM
\I don't need to sell my love
But I'm looking for a certain buyer
I don't have to push and shove
'Cause I'm a flyer
I hate to be ruthless
It just isn't me
I search for the truth
It's all that I see
But I'm looking for a certain buyer
I don't have to push and shove
'Cause I'm a flyer
I hate to be ruthless
It just isn't me
I search for the truth
It's all that I see
Down he goes, now for the last time
Arm is raised in victory
Underdog, they called me one time
Cheering, making history
I've been here for seven decades
Never saw inside a ring
But I found I am enjoying
Boxing on this VR thing
Arm is raised in victory
Underdog, they called me one time
Cheering, making history
I've been here for seven decades
Never saw inside a ring
But I found I am enjoying
Boxing on this VR thing
November 3, 2025 at 4:04 PM
Down he goes, now for the last time
Arm is raised in victory
Underdog, they called me one time
Cheering, making history
I've been here for seven decades
Never saw inside a ring
But I found I am enjoying
Boxing on this VR thing
Arm is raised in victory
Underdog, they called me one time
Cheering, making history
I've been here for seven decades
Never saw inside a ring
But I found I am enjoying
Boxing on this VR thing