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Notes in the Sandbox
a collection of writing, reflection and inspiration...

Wooden Bones

2/11/2020

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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.
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There's Poison in the Water

9/10/2018

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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
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Early Morning Firefly

4/3/2017

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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
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Light Post

3/22/2017

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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.
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Watering Can

2/3/2017

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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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