Wooden Bones

Not sure if I'm remembering
It's been a while since
Can almost see the words exactly
If I give my eyes a squint
I was sitting in the sunlight
Out on an old park bench
I recall it on a t-shirt
All gray and faded and holy

It took a moment for eyes to focus
On what the words all meant
Could see them all so clearly now
No guessing what they said
My mind can see the picture now
Guitars and words and notes
It's not inside the wooden bones
Or from the neck of ebony tones
They come from somewhere else you see
The music's from up there in me

I'm sure now I'm remembering
It's been a while still
Can see the words exactly
Sitting on the window sill
Standing in the moonlight waiting
Binging on a phrase
I still remember that t-shirt
All gray and holy and faded

The ethos holds all the words
That could ever be
It holds the phrases, pickin' licks
For all our eyes to see
If your eyes are held-a-shut
Won't see what flies right by
The moment'll pass right by your face
Now you're just lookin' at the sky

It took a moment for eyes to focus
On what the words all meant
Could see them all so clearly now
No guessing what they said
My mind can see the picture now
Guitars and words and notes
It's not inside the wooden bones
Or from the neck of ebony tones
They come from somewhere else you see
The music's from up there in me

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Here is song #2 from the 2020 RPM Challenge.  That's 10 songs or 35 minutes of original material written and recorded during the month of February.  The key here is to not wait for inspiration.  If you wait for it, it'll never come...or rarely anyways.  This has been a fun experience and at this point I have three songs either finished or nearly finished.  I'd say it's been a success already.

Below you can listen to everything I've posted to the site thus far.  Enjoy.