Poem

TT bought me an Xmas book because he thought I needed to write better lyrics. So the first two exercises were on object writing and metaphors. I didn't do them, but I thought about them and on my way home I wandered into working up this metaphor and incorporated some aspects from the object writing exercise. I don't write poetry, I think the last poem I wrote was over 20 years ago but that's what I got here. Lyric writing feels like giving life to an idea, poetry writing feels like ripping the flesh off something to get to the bones. Not as much fun. But here you are.

The winds of........
howl through my memories and 'to be's'
Whistling more lonesome than the voices of
Rocks and rooted things
burdensome and gnarled beneath.

and i,
tumbled,
grit toothed and hunkered....
trusting

Collaboration #2

Friday nights writing session birthed this song as well. We only had the first verse and chorus and the concept for the bridge. But we had the structure and music mostly complete. Great work by Mark filling out the structure making it work.

As the comment by TT suggests, an MP3 file might be nice. but at this point not possible. On my list of future personal splurges is a micro studio so I can record these things. And I do desperately need to do that. I forget the music rather quickly after i write them. Then they're gone, I rarely revive them after I've forgotten them. I think I have mark talked into buying one for himself, then I'll at least get a couple down in digital.


She stares out the window
thinks of better days
starring out the window
she's miles away.

I don't know what's on her mind
No, i don't know what's on her mind

Little girls have their Princes
and white knights ride their way
So much wasted time,
ogres get in the way.

and she can't talk about it
she wouldn't cut like that
I turn everything upside down,
except her frown.

I don't know what's on her mind
No, I don't know what's on her mind.
I don't know what's on her mind.

How can i talk to her,
what could i say?
should i just pack my bags,
Just go away?

Ogres have dreams too,
they just start with you,
when your dreams come true...
...and you're still with me...

(break)

I don't know what's on her mind
No, I don't know what's on her mind
I don't know whats on her mind


she stares out the window,
thinks of better days...

http://www.reverbnation.com/play_now/song_3246955

Collaboration

I went over to my good friend Mark's house last night. He wanted to write a song. That usually means he as a song pretty much done and needs a little help finishing it. Which is fine.

What I most enjoy in this ugly little life is helping other people achieve things. It means way more than to me than anything I could achieve for myself. Collaboration, to that point suits me well.

When we're talking lyrics and music it particularly suits me because I'm usually pretty decent at the hook which is what seems to stump most would be writers.

so without further ado:

Take some time to remember
take some time to reflect
people places and my past
Dreams I haven't seen yet

Sometimes i wonder
Where I might be
Different paths chosen
Things I might've done, might've seen

life takes you over, this I know

keeps rollin', faster than I wanna go
I can't hold on
some dreams are better left behind
I thank god
I held on to better things - better things

Dreams of a young man
fast cars and roads that never end
sky so big you wish you could fly
back seats, you and I

guitar riffs, songs to play
up the charts, maybe all the way
but a life growing here with you
was bigger than any stage i could play

life takes you over, this I know

keeps rollin', faster than I wanna go
I can't hold on
some dreams, better left behind
I thank god
I held on to better things, better things.

http://www.reverbnation.com/play_now/song_3597786