I often wonder what society is waiting for. When will we finally be equal? When will we finally do something about the environment, education, resources allocation and discrimination?
I can’t keep waiting without saying what needs to be said to everyone.
A response to a bumper sticker that mocks good students I used to see (like – my son can beat up your honor student…) I thought of each religion pitting their god against the others like high school sports. Unfortunately, we have faith and god turned Upside Down, but at least my god is better than yours.
For a bit of prospect work, I wrote lyrics to an old 12 sting guitar jam of mine. I released ‘First Move’ as an instrumental track on my cd ‘Before The Chase‘ on February 25th, 2016.
(As a side note, one of the great cover/original bands I performed with live was ‘The Chase’. I also released a title called ‘After The Chase‘ in 2017. In both cases, auto-spelling correction wants to make the title : Before the Chase and After the Chase. Some on-line distributors would not accept the capitalized version in their listing. The reference to my former band mates does not jump out if it has a lower case ‘t’ for the. Now, back to my previous train of thought).
I really like the way the tempo and the groove combine to make an interesting driving-sports-workout jam. I use open tuning for the guitar, and that allows me to get those really clear harmonics to stand out. The lyrics reference the many people in my life that are truly amazing. Dedicated, hard working, dependable friends and strangers in the background making the world a better place for others. Doing the right thing – for no real reward and little recognition. Heroes are all around, they just don’t make that much noise.
Another early poem turned into song that I thought was my best work. On the brink of ending a loving relationship, knowing tomorrow would begin a fight without end…… Impossible to understand while it is happening, and too painful to see the end.
You can wish upon a star or pray to the moon, but nothing will ever change and the moon just stares back at you. Uncaring. Unchanging.
Another tangled tale of experiences. No matter how strong you are, how vigilant you are, there will be a time where you will not be ready; not aware. You can be right a million times – but the odds then become a million-to-one. And you lose.
But when we fail, we get lost inside our own fear and doubt. The things you count on every day to get you through to the next are no longer there. Simple Things.
It sounds so charming to hear about a love that burns so bright and so hot……
But when that love is gone your fire faces a wall of icy cold that towers above you. A look at the female man-hunter stereotype you would see in old movies and TV shows. Eventually the steam turns into mist and then a thin fog until you eventually see – and feel again. Then you can decide to walk away.
Lyrically, this might be the best poem I have ever written. It is a love song really about guitar strings. The late Mark Kelsey wrote the music and it fit perfectly. I use stainless steel guitar strings, so that is the core of the theme. I worked at a music store for a number of years and sold an awful lot of instrument strings. There are a lot of good lines in here. BTW, I’m still waiting for you.
Lyrically, this might be the best poem I have ever written. It is a love song really about guitar strings. The late Mark Kelsey wrote the music and it fit perfectly. I use stainless steel guitar strings, so that is the core of the theme. I worked at a music store for a number of years and sold an awful lot of instrument strings. There are a lot of good lines in here. BTW, I’m still waiting for you.
Lyrically, this might be the best poem I have ever written. It is a love song really about guitar strings. The late Mark Kelsey wrote the music and it fit perfectly. I use stainless steel guitar strings, so that is the core of the theme. I worked at a music store for a number of years and sold an awful lot of instrument strings. There are a lot of good lines in here. BTW, I’m still waiting for you.
This is another poem wrapped around my children. This one from watching my daughter grow up but not quite a teen yet. The joy you get watching your kids learn and grow and be fascinated – and challenged by life. Knowing if this is where it starts, how much more joy there will be in years to come. So I value these times all the more.
Memories of putting a tired child to bed at night as they might cry themselves to sleep. How they know more than they possibly could, sometimes. And still so thrilled at the simplest things you show them.