The World Is Not Such A Dark, Lonely Place
I'm sitting around having a smoke,
but I'm not down.
I haven't a clue
As to what's been eating you.
You've been acting strange,
Chewing the same gum for days,
Before you turn out the lights,
Check your closet for monsters every night.
You know I trust you.
But you can't even tell me
What you've been hiding so well.
I know you've been true.
But why all the glances?
Is it late night romancing?
I snuck into your room just to see you dream.
You know this is bigger than you or me.
You breathed in deep, then you sat up and screamed,
Soon you'll be sleepwalking.
So I flew to you.
I flew to you.
And I held your shaking body in my arms.
I held your shaking body,
Sitting next to you.
And then I knew the truth.
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Sunday, May 14, 2006
Saturday, May 06, 2006
Should Have Known (working title)
Demo #1: Should Have Known
Today I walk outside for the first time,
Throw a stone across the lake and
Watch the green things grow.
Now I'm back at our old apartment.
No, you thought that I would never show.
Toss a pebble at your window
And it breaks the pane.
Shatters inward, slicing fingers away.
Had I known you were standing there alone,
I wouldn't have thrown,
I wouldn't have thrown,
I wouldn't have thrown.
It's been a dozen years at least,
But you still invade my dreams.
I should have known,
I should have known,
I should have known.
Tonight I feel alive for the first time,
I cross my heart and hopefully won't die.
Today I walk outside for the first time,
Throw a stone across the lake and
Watch the green things grow.
Now I'm back at our old apartment.
No, you thought that I would never show.
Toss a pebble at your window
And it breaks the pane.
Shatters inward, slicing fingers away.
Had I known you were standing there alone,
I wouldn't have thrown,
I wouldn't have thrown,
I wouldn't have thrown.
It's been a dozen years at least,
But you still invade my dreams.
I should have known,
I should have known,
I should have known.
Tonight I feel alive for the first time,
I cross my heart and hopefully won't die.
Tuesday, August 02, 2005
Treason
Everybody's got their story to tell,
Everybody's got their own portrait of hell.
Mine's not exciting,
Mine's not exciting,
But I wrote ten thousand words about you.
In my younger days I
Thought I must prove
Myself through games Olympic,
Girls, money, and booze.
It's not that exciting,
It's not that exciting,
So I swore to give it all up for you.
My bitterness too.
Give it all to you.
Somehow, I miss all the cues.
Listlessly you play with your food,
I think nothing better of it.
Now that I'm paranoid,
I seem to find you overjoyed
At all that troubles me
You're my cute little enemy.
***
I've fallen into disrepair,
Living in the soft contours of your hair.
It took months for me to recognize
The weathered cracks pervading your disguise.
Let's socialize,
If you can find the time.
In a shard of glass I spied my face,
My dull blue eyes have turned a bright shade of green.
My broken past now comes to mind,
With details clear that I'd rather not find.
Let's comprimise.
When you can find the time.
I need a helping hand
To hold you down.
I think I know a man
Who'll follow you 'round.
I think I know a man-
Best detective in town.
Best detective in town.
Best detective in town.
He'll follow you 'round,
He'll follow you 'round.
All around this town.
Listening to every sound.
Everybody's got their own portrait of hell.
Mine's not exciting,
Mine's not exciting,
But I wrote ten thousand words about you.
In my younger days I
Thought I must prove
Myself through games Olympic,
Girls, money, and booze.
It's not that exciting,
It's not that exciting,
So I swore to give it all up for you.
My bitterness too.
Give it all to you.
Somehow, I miss all the cues.
Listlessly you play with your food,
I think nothing better of it.
Now that I'm paranoid,
I seem to find you overjoyed
At all that troubles me
You're my cute little enemy.
***
I've fallen into disrepair,
Living in the soft contours of your hair.
It took months for me to recognize
The weathered cracks pervading your disguise.
Let's socialize,
If you can find the time.
In a shard of glass I spied my face,
My dull blue eyes have turned a bright shade of green.
My broken past now comes to mind,
With details clear that I'd rather not find.
Let's comprimise.
When you can find the time.
I need a helping hand
To hold you down.
I think I know a man
Who'll follow you 'round.
I think I know a man-
Best detective in town.
Best detective in town.
Best detective in town.
He'll follow you 'round,
He'll follow you 'round.
All around this town.
Listening to every sound.
Tuesday, June 14, 2005
Secretly Ironic
I once learned to read the future
In the flight of birds and pig entrails.
And from the balance of your humours,
I could tell if you'd pass or if you'd fail.
For fifty years I've earned a living
Showing many others what may come.
Most my life I've been giving
Much advice and sage encouragement to some.
But I haven't much time,
I know when I will die:
On a secret holiday away from home,
I bite off more than I can chew alone.
And then I wheeze out to you to phone
The emergency room.
Young and old come to see me,
They wait in line to hear what I say.
They ask me for the lottery,
I tell them it doesn't work that way.
With eyes I see what's been missing,
With ears I hear what's going wrong.
With luck I'll shake these premonitions,
With hope I'll find where I belong.
But I haven't much time,
I know when I will die:
On a secret holiday away from home,
I bite off more than I can chew alone.
And when I wheeze out to you to phone
The emergency room,
You're taking a nap to avoid the disaster
That I couldn't see (not very clearly).
I knew it would happen to you or to me.
Now I can't move my knees
Have given out, my pleas
Are fading out, a sneeze
Would rescue me.
And I haven't much time,
I need to catch your eye.
So I throw this stone right at your head,
And you grab my throat to choke me to death,
But you save my life instead,
You save my life instead,
You save my life instead.
In the flight of birds and pig entrails.
And from the balance of your humours,
I could tell if you'd pass or if you'd fail.
For fifty years I've earned a living
Showing many others what may come.
Most my life I've been giving
Much advice and sage encouragement to some.
But I haven't much time,
I know when I will die:
On a secret holiday away from home,
I bite off more than I can chew alone.
And then I wheeze out to you to phone
The emergency room.
Young and old come to see me,
They wait in line to hear what I say.
They ask me for the lottery,
I tell them it doesn't work that way.
With eyes I see what's been missing,
With ears I hear what's going wrong.
With luck I'll shake these premonitions,
With hope I'll find where I belong.
But I haven't much time,
I know when I will die:
On a secret holiday away from home,
I bite off more than I can chew alone.
And when I wheeze out to you to phone
The emergency room,
You're taking a nap to avoid the disaster
That I couldn't see (not very clearly).
I knew it would happen to you or to me.
Now I can't move my knees
Have given out, my pleas
Are fading out, a sneeze
Would rescue me.
And I haven't much time,
I need to catch your eye.
So I throw this stone right at your head,
And you grab my throat to choke me to death,
But you save my life instead,
You save my life instead,
You save my life instead.
Sunday, February 27, 2005
Deep-Ocean Dive.
I wanna devour your personality
And hope to make it a part of me.
I'll be swimming in your idealogies
When your mentality allows it to be
For me.
But, for now,
I'm drowning in your shallow comments,
Wading in the vast blue sea that is
Your dark mystery. I'm saying
"Hold your breath as we dive
Under the surface of our lives."
We search for hidden treasure,
We search for hidden treasure,
We search for hidden treasure,
On our introspective deep-ocean dive.
I summon Poseidon's trident
To launch a three-pronged attack
To get these fears off your back.
I'm tempted to
Bring this concept of fire
To all of mankind
Just to see your smile
Light up your face.
But, for now,
I'm drowning in your shallow comments,
Waiting in the vast blue sea that is
Your hypocrisy. I'm saying
"Hold your breath as we dive
Under the surface of our lives."
We search for hidden meanings,
We search for hidden meanings,
We search for hidden meanings,
On our introspective deep-ocean dive.
Tank's running out, air's running low.
I cannot shout, though you're floating
Away from me.
Stupidly, I nearly drown,
When I scream 'til I'm
Blue in the face, I say
"For what it is worth, I would balance the earth
Upon my back to see you through
All of this mess and I'd think it'd be best
For you to relax and immerse yourself on our
Introspective deep-ocean dive."
***
I'm still allowed to write teenage drama into my songs for another three months; then I won't be a teenager anymore.
And hope to make it a part of me.
I'll be swimming in your idealogies
When your mentality allows it to be
For me.
But, for now,
I'm drowning in your shallow comments,
Wading in the vast blue sea that is
Your dark mystery. I'm saying
"Hold your breath as we dive
Under the surface of our lives."
We search for hidden treasure,
We search for hidden treasure,
We search for hidden treasure,
On our introspective deep-ocean dive.
I summon Poseidon's trident
To launch a three-pronged attack
To get these fears off your back.
I'm tempted to
Bring this concept of fire
To all of mankind
Just to see your smile
Light up your face.
But, for now,
I'm drowning in your shallow comments,
Waiting in the vast blue sea that is
Your hypocrisy. I'm saying
"Hold your breath as we dive
Under the surface of our lives."
We search for hidden meanings,
We search for hidden meanings,
We search for hidden meanings,
On our introspective deep-ocean dive.
Tank's running out, air's running low.
I cannot shout, though you're floating
Away from me.
Stupidly, I nearly drown,
When I scream 'til I'm
Blue in the face, I say
"For what it is worth, I would balance the earth
Upon my back to see you through
All of this mess and I'd think it'd be best
For you to relax and immerse yourself on our
Introspective deep-ocean dive."
***
I'm still allowed to write teenage drama into my songs for another three months; then I won't be a teenager anymore.
Thursday, February 03, 2005
Mostly Done.
Misconceptions
You came to me half-aware,
Showed me that you still cared about me.
The things I did and what I said,
You can't keep my out of your head.
Now that you know who I am,
Would you join me for one more spin
Around the countryside of Rome?
Think we have time to visit the pope
In his vatican?
You play the tune, I'll sing the song
About the moon or Zeus as a swan.
You'll draw the conclusions of matrimony:
"I don't wanna settle down,
Just want to be free
Of the consistency of married life.
Do you really want to wake up
To a wife?"
"Haven't we been through this before?
I knew you were just looking to score
Through my weakness."
And I know who you are
And you left me with one more scar
And I'm on the search again
Tell me- where should I begin?
Now that you're gone and
No one can save me from this indecision
Though everyone knows my condition.
Don't let them change my position, baby,
Save me from this uncertainty.
Save me from myself tonight and set me free.
***
And we're done. 3 song mixed demo. I guess we'll start burning and handing them out now. It's kind of relieving to have it done, but I guess now we have to push forward and whatnot- this is just the start. Gotta keep working. Lemme know if you want any live music at any birthday parties or bah mitzvahs. I'll hook you up.
...
(additional website)
You came to me half-aware,
Showed me that you still cared about me.
The things I did and what I said,
You can't keep my out of your head.
Now that you know who I am,
Would you join me for one more spin
Around the countryside of Rome?
Think we have time to visit the pope
In his vatican?
You play the tune, I'll sing the song
About the moon or Zeus as a swan.
You'll draw the conclusions of matrimony:
"I don't wanna settle down,
Just want to be free
Of the consistency of married life.
Do you really want to wake up
To a wife?"
"Haven't we been through this before?
I knew you were just looking to score
Through my weakness."
And I know who you are
And you left me with one more scar
And I'm on the search again
Tell me- where should I begin?
Now that you're gone and
No one can save me from this indecision
Though everyone knows my condition.
Don't let them change my position, baby,
Save me from this uncertainty.
Save me from myself tonight and set me free.
***
And we're done. 3 song mixed demo. I guess we'll start burning and handing them out now. It's kind of relieving to have it done, but I guess now we have to push forward and whatnot- this is just the start. Gotta keep working. Lemme know if you want any live music at any birthday parties or bah mitzvahs. I'll hook you up.
...
(additional website)
Tuesday, January 25, 2005
Song #2 (Woo-hoo)
Nothing's Changed
It's so hard to say...
What's stayed the same?
And what's found a way
To change?
I'm back in town today,
I'm perfectly, perfectly okay.
It's just hard to say
That I've lost my way.
It's so surreal coming back to this place
Without you by my side.
I can't believe you're saving face;
Your conscience says it's alright.
You fell in a crumple at my door,
That fine December Tuesday night.
Said that you found yourself a more
Stable relationship.
Yesterday, I took a walk outside,
Found the path that you chose that night
Of our big fight-
It was quite a sight.
You shed some tears, I tried to
Shed some light into your eyes.
They're full of lies,
No surprise.
It's so surreal coming back to this place
Without you by my side.
I can't believe you're saving face;
Your conscience says it's alright.
You fell in a crumple at my door,
That fine December Tuesday night.
Said that you found yourself a more
Stable relationship.
No, no, you're just fooling yourself now.
No, no, you're preaching to the choir.
It's so surreal coming back to this place
Without you by my side.
I can't believe you're saving face;
Your conscience says it's alright.
You fell in a crumple at my door,
That fine December Tuesday night.
Said that you found yourself a more
Stable relationship.
***
For those of you who can't stream well, we'll have our demo finished relatively soon, as we have everything recorded now (just not all mixed).
Sincerely,
Letters to the Editor
It's so hard to say...
What's stayed the same?
And what's found a way
To change?
I'm back in town today,
I'm perfectly, perfectly okay.
It's just hard to say
That I've lost my way.
It's so surreal coming back to this place
Without you by my side.
I can't believe you're saving face;
Your conscience says it's alright.
You fell in a crumple at my door,
That fine December Tuesday night.
Said that you found yourself a more
Stable relationship.
Yesterday, I took a walk outside,
Found the path that you chose that night
Of our big fight-
It was quite a sight.
You shed some tears, I tried to
Shed some light into your eyes.
They're full of lies,
No surprise.
It's so surreal coming back to this place
Without you by my side.
I can't believe you're saving face;
Your conscience says it's alright.
You fell in a crumple at my door,
That fine December Tuesday night.
Said that you found yourself a more
Stable relationship.
No, no, you're just fooling yourself now.
No, no, you're preaching to the choir.
It's so surreal coming back to this place
Without you by my side.
I can't believe you're saving face;
Your conscience says it's alright.
You fell in a crumple at my door,
That fine December Tuesday night.
Said that you found yourself a more
Stable relationship.
***
For those of you who can't stream well, we'll have our demo finished relatively soon, as we have everything recorded now (just not all mixed).
Sincerely,
Letters to the Editor
Thursday, December 09, 2004
Letters to the Editor.
Lay Down Your Weapons
I came, you saw, and you conquered
All alone.
Your poignant words, they punctured
My walls of stone.
Lay down your weapons.
Leave them at the door.
I don't need your canons
Scuffin' up my floor.
Defenses fell apart;
You were at the helm.
You said it was a good start
To get me out of my shell.
Lay down your weapons.
Leave them at the door.
I don't need your canons
To reignite the war.
You laid your siege upon me.
And it was crafty and obscene.
You never return my calls...
Lay down your weapons.
Leave them at the door.
I don't need your canons
To reignite the war.
Leave me alone.
More songs and downloadability coming eventually. Thanks to Drew for recordin' and Matt for mixin'.
I came, you saw, and you conquered
All alone.
Your poignant words, they punctured
My walls of stone.
Lay down your weapons.
Leave them at the door.
I don't need your canons
Scuffin' up my floor.
Defenses fell apart;
You were at the helm.
You said it was a good start
To get me out of my shell.
Lay down your weapons.
Leave them at the door.
I don't need your canons
To reignite the war.
You laid your siege upon me.
And it was crafty and obscene.
You never return my calls...
Lay down your weapons.
Leave them at the door.
I don't need your canons
To reignite the war.
Leave me alone.
More songs and downloadability coming eventually. Thanks to Drew for recordin' and Matt for mixin'.
Saturday, October 16, 2004
Untitled.
Larger than life, you lie
Above our heads, catching our eyes.
On a couch, you recline.
Pillows fluffed, morals maligned;
Ego stuffed, morals defined.
Cold weather, you face
Sleet, rain, and snow,
Though none will dampen
Your radiant glow.
Two pieces you wear
On top and below,
But your skin and your scruples
Are both being sold.
Does your money keep you warm at night,
While your morals are off at work?
Does your paycheck justify your sight
On the billboard for the product you serve?
Above our heads, catching our eyes.
On a couch, you recline.
Pillows fluffed, morals maligned;
Ego stuffed, morals defined.
Cold weather, you face
Sleet, rain, and snow,
Though none will dampen
Your radiant glow.
Two pieces you wear
On top and below,
But your skin and your scruples
Are both being sold.
Does your money keep you warm at night,
While your morals are off at work?
Does your paycheck justify your sight
On the billboard for the product you serve?
Wednesday, September 08, 2004
"When We Were Young"
Due to overwhelming requests, I will start posting some of my writings. I will begin with some lyrics. This was written in an emotional adolescent stupor, but I managed to polish some of the lyrics to give it some hidden meaning.
When We Were Young
Rolling over, head over heels, with you
In fields of green all day.
I'm taking over, taking charge, gonna
Live life my own way.
When you and I were young...
Have I lost sight of whom you've become?
You were my best friend and I trusted you
Till the end.
If we were meant to be, then why'd you run away from me?
I'm sorry I burned you last night.
My curiosity has surely gotten the best of me.
And now I'm left with your sight.
TRUST IN ME.
Sprouting wings, gaining strength, I fly away- you're in dismay.
We disagree, you were content, but now I'm spent and
You're still in love with me.
I used to believe "It's better to have loved and lost,"
But I never subtracted the cost.
YOU SHOULD ACCEPT ME
As your marginal loss- no, I'm not worth the cost.
If we were meant to be, then why'd you run away from me?
I'm sorry I burned you last night.
My curiosity has surely gotten the best of me.
And now I'm left with your sight.
TRUST IN ME.
You're a casualty. Not the one for me.
You were hit by arrows. You were hit by Eros' arrows,
When you and I were young.
The idea was to create a landscape of mixed emotions and confusion. My intentions were to have the verses reflect one point of view of a relationship, and the choruses would come from the opposite member of the relationship. I produced some parallels to the story of Eros and Psyche in the song.
When We Were Young
Rolling over, head over heels, with you
In fields of green all day.
I'm taking over, taking charge, gonna
Live life my own way.
When you and I were young...
Have I lost sight of whom you've become?
You were my best friend and I trusted you
Till the end.
If we were meant to be, then why'd you run away from me?
I'm sorry I burned you last night.
My curiosity has surely gotten the best of me.
And now I'm left with your sight.
TRUST IN ME.
Sprouting wings, gaining strength, I fly away- you're in dismay.
We disagree, you were content, but now I'm spent and
You're still in love with me.
I used to believe "It's better to have loved and lost,"
But I never subtracted the cost.
YOU SHOULD ACCEPT ME
As your marginal loss- no, I'm not worth the cost.
If we were meant to be, then why'd you run away from me?
I'm sorry I burned you last night.
My curiosity has surely gotten the best of me.
And now I'm left with your sight.
TRUST IN ME.
You're a casualty. Not the one for me.
You were hit by arrows. You were hit by Eros' arrows,
When you and I were young.
The idea was to create a landscape of mixed emotions and confusion. My intentions were to have the verses reflect one point of view of a relationship, and the choruses would come from the opposite member of the relationship. I produced some parallels to the story of Eros and Psyche in the song.
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