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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. We're killing our babies
We're drugging our daughters We're sickening our sons There's poison in the water Pacing up and down the foyer Weak confused not herself Bridging thoughts from before Her stumble down the wooded plot I let her drink from which she waded Ran to the bank but she didn't go in It's like she knew we didn't see it Cascading waves all brimming with sin Shaking she began to fall Chased by a grizzly ready to maul Without strength can't move your legs Like a scream you dream to break We're killing our babies We're drugging our daughters We're sickening our sons There's poison in the water. It's on our shoulders this deathly struggle Drunk on pesticides genetics When you mess with natural orders She bites you back with razor sharp fangs She drinks the blood you spill to get richer and feigns her empathy downstream with death water We're killing all our sons and daughters There's poison in the water There's poison in the water There's poison in the water Like an early morning firefly a late night bird
Shadows spin in circles the clock strikes ten Dreaming it goes on in my head... Fear the akward silence the vicious cycle ends Lips rumble inside push it out instead Beneath an umbrella beginning to change Sweet rain beginning to change... Like an early morning firefly a late night bird Beyond my lack in confidence I want to be heard Oh, I'm standing here you're waiting there Now, decision made waiting game's done Scream's now a whisper your ear Can hear all it wants to Head rushes to the end light bulb glows dim Should I start from the end or begin again? Taking control of this making me dream Making me dream again... Like an early morning firefly a late night bird Beyond my lack in confidence I want to be heard Sorting out my reverence in a dogwood I perched Like an early morning firefly a late night bird Oh, I'm standing here you're waiting there Now, decision made waiting game's done Scream's now a whisper your ear Can hear all it wants to Oh, I'm standing here you're waiting there Now, decision made waiting game's done Scream's now a whisper your ear Can hear all it wants to I could see the mist
Illuminated by the motion porch light Feel it on my skin As it swirled around the yard that night Shiver down my neck Like something watching in the dark Could almost taste the air Dew heavy storm's comin' tonight Now it's taking hold the canvas tries to reap its own And it's leaving me without a place to call home But it's supposed to Be my guide my light post It's supposed to Be my light at night And it's supposed to Be my guide my light post And it is.... And it's making me see... Unsettled restless pace Neighbors spooked staring through the glass Get me outta this place Eased by the whiskey in my flask Now it's taking hold the canvas tries to reap its own And it's leaving me without a place to call home But it's supposed to Be my guide my light post It's supposed to Be my light at night And it's supposed to Be my guide my light post And it is.... It's supposed to Be my guide my light post It's supposed to Be my light at night And it's supposed to Be my guide my light post And it is.... And it's making me see...the light. the year began under patient hand
and it's here that he stands with a watering can. the boy walked down the dusty lane dirt under foot and his arms they strained pales full of water from down the creek that he went to fetch 5 times a week. upon his head he wore a cap a wide brimmed sombrero to be exact. his hands they were rough from the tumble of weeds that were the days he tended steeds. his father was gone most every day to tend the fields and bale the hay. so he was left alone himself as his mother at birth she died on the shelf. they had a good life with their horses and wheat and after long days they'd sit down to eat. the boy and his father so rough on the sides been each other's favorite to spend with their time. lamenting the days when they miss momma so. she brought so much light to the lives she did know. touched everyone's heart to begin from the start and father taught son the gentlemanly part. another year began under patient hand and it's here that he stands with a watering can. |
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