Posts Tagged ‘#music’

I’m not as strong or as sober as I think.
Each idea becomes better with every drink.
Once enchanted as I looked around the bar
Memories are distant Reflections of who we are.

Security, peace and the comforts of home
Seems not to matter when you are all alone.
Borders raised to protect everything we see
In the end our dreams were never meant to be.

Interstellar travel is nothing but a thought.
What you have is worthless if it can’t be bought.
Fantasies are realities living on sacred ground
Where the blinking of a million eyes never made a sound.

Reflections of who we are

I’m not as strong or as sober as I think.
Each idea becomes better with every drink.
Once enchanted as I looked around the bar
Memories are distant Reflections of who we are.

Once enchanted as I looked around the bar
Memories are distant Reflections of who we are.

I’m not as strong or as sober as I think.
Each idea becomes better with every drink.

I have witnessed a lot of beautiful relationships that seemed as solid as anything I will ever know crumble into bitterness and hate. A couple that I knew for example, infatuated with each other. Over the years each flaw and glance became unbearable and cruel. What was once cute is disgusting. From my point of view nothing had changed. They were both the same people as always. How they are seeing has changed, not what.

It is true.

The definition of insanity IS doing the same thing over and over and expecting different results.

Doing something over and over while improving and perfecting is the definition of musicianship (or artistry in general).

Give your local artist a hug. They are the sane ones.

Practice does not make perfect: Perfect practice makes perfect.

A hard and simple look at the chances most people never have, even though choices are everywhere. Even still, thinking no chance will ever really come, we continue on. Friends would ask me to do some audio gig or help them get their gear set up. More than a few were acting as if they were in debt to me and owed me a big favor. That is where I came up with the first two lines. Then it was clear that for many chances would be rare, but sadistically many are available to others. The best chances you will ever get are Barely Perceptible.

My lyrics are often preachy. Giving the false impression that I think I know what to do. Empathically linked to people around me I share their perspectives and histories. The failed attempts at secrets and the impossibility to hide lies. Once someone you love or trust has betrayed you with lies even though it holds you frozen for years, you will never let it happen again. Some lessons are painful but better shared early in life or love.

A little self explanatory. I found myself unable to push things faster. Everything seems to be working until the pile-up five minutes before deadline. Soon you begin to spiral in faster than imaginable. No music for this one. I figured it would be good for some sci-fi soundtrack somewhere. Any thoughts let me know.

I mentioned in my first Poetry Pod that I turned the lyrics of my Pet the Cat poem into a song. I had a good time recording this one and tried to make it fun for kids to listen to. Maybe on a rainy day you will sing this song as you pet your cat, or dog, or frog.

Here is Pet the Cat for your family entertainment.

My cynical look at the ‘job’ of being a drug dealer or loan shark, but not just the obvious snakes are included in this song. How far will any of us go just to make a buck?

You don’t like that she started lookin’ around,
Checking out other men.
Maybe if you treated her right in the first place
This would never happen.

The first to whine about hunger, they’re starving to death
Haven’t swallowed their last bite.
They proclaim to be tired and exhausted
Never really worked or had a sleepless night.

Right on cue they start to blame a certain few
Things are bad because of them.
So what’s another knee on their neck?
We destroy cultures and display the gems.

I have it made because my family earned it
Taking from others like all men of power.
For my children, I will do anything
I will crush yours under the tower.

Beasts cannot choose their path.
Gamblers never do the math.
Someone is always watching
But no one ever sees.

You don’t like that she started lookin’ around,
Checking out other men.
Maybe if you treated her right in the first place
This would never happen.

Beasts cannot choose their path.
Gamblers never do the math.
Someone is always watching
But no one ever sees.