Posts Tagged ‘#writing’

Original by MSK

Over the last few years I have focused on recording and releasing songs I have written. Among these songs are a few co-authored works where portions of the music, lyrics or arrangement were inspired by friends in a core group of writers.

On my new Cover Tune Tuesdays series, I wanted to record songs that were written by people in that core group. (A lot of these songs also benefited from a little help from our friends, LOL) The first in this series is a song written by my brother David. He has been referenced here a number of times. This is a song of his called “The Magic Goes Away

I played his Martin six string guitar for this one. It is a delight to play and sounds great. I sing my harmony parts so the melody will be in the ear of the author! I added drum loops and used the computer for the bass guitar and strings sounds.

“The Magic Goes Away”

Though the feeling’s here to stay. The Magic Goes Away. As the method in our madness is exposed. Still there’s newness in the air. A warmth, a certain flair. And the knowledge that our hearts will not be closed.

We can’t say that it won’t end. It’s not in us to pretend. But at last the masquerades have all been played. There’s a quiet, hopeful sound. In the way that our hearts pound. It’s you and I, at last we’re on our way.

Though the feeling’s here to stay. The Magic Goes Away. As if we’d loved each other once before. Come and hold me once again. My lover, and my friend. As old magic gets replaced by something more.

It’s that newness in the air. A warmth, a certain flair. And the knowledge that our hearts will not be closed.

by Charles David Kennedy

Last week I returned home from a short visit with my daughter and her family.

Last month I turned 65 and quit my labor intensive warehouse job.

Last year I enrolled in Medicare.

I am a procrastinator.  I rationalize my symptoms.  I laugh at me looking for a way to postpone trivial things all the time.

A lot of conditions are starting to be classified and quantified and turned into another annoying sound bite.  Dyslexia, obsessive compulsion and attention deficit disorders, anxiety, being introverted and living with depression are just part of the long list. When I was growing up and entering grade school no one talked about these things.  Few could diagnose and some treatments were still in the future.  At least I now know what some of the things I have been dealing with all my life are called, lol. 

Evidently there wasn’t anything extreme or I would be dead or in a prison somewhere or in an alcoholic state of bliss.  (IYou – Them)  Just enough to make IYT ‘odd’.  Just enough so IYT know we are different.  IYT literally see things differently than the other school mates and friends.  IYT understand things from a different point of view.  Where others find life fun, IYT see nothing but challenges and embarrassments.

It is funny growing older and learning of medical conditions over the years on the news and go, “OH!  That’s what I have!”  Of course, I procrastinate.

But back to rationalizations.

You have heard of Spring Cleaning.  Every season you get everything out and dust it off.  Some you decide to keep and some memorabilia is lucky to find another home.  Even if it is only for the hope of being uncovered again in the future.  Now think of that process in decades.  Other than family and friends, what have you accumulated over all the years that is truly worth anything?

I have an old photo in a frame of my late sister and her husband.  It needs a new home.  For days it has been sitting on my desk.  I see it every day.  I procrastinate.  I feel moods change whenever I look at the photo.  I wait.  I need to find the right place for it.

I am sure it will be obvious                                 in the future. 

                                                                                            ©   MSK 11/27/2018

It is difficult to live in a world

Where those in power commit as many crimes in the name of faith as the poor in the name of survival.  The powerful might be among the poor in church but they don’t cross paths in the prisons or become enslaved in debt. 

It is difficult to live in a world

Built on privilege and inherited blessings that can last through the ages. Maybe at some point your ancestors did something right and earned – or stole – the fortunes you rely on.  It is frightening to think how that power can be wielded with malice.  If absolute power corrupts absolutely, imagine the impact of guaranteed absolute power your entire life.

It is difficult to live in a world

That allows greed and profit to drive one amazing creature after the other to extinction.  Not so far away now there is a real possibility we will create mankind’s own doom.  Weapons are easily financed.  The world quickly filled with needy and desperate people living in cities of ash and poisoned air, but we will be the rulers of it all.

It is difficult to live in a world

You can only survive by closing your eyes and pretending ignorance is bliss.  Knowledge is spreading and more accessible but even at this rate there is no way to keep up with propaganda, lies and distortions manufactured so easily today.  Trust no one.  Believe no one.  Agree with no one.  The powerful have won again, and will be rulers of it all.

(C) MSK 11-8-2018

Intelligence is not the answer,

Though wisdom certainly is.

I might be waiting for the cows to come home

But I don’t have time for this.

 

It doesn’t take a genius to know,

Facts are the same for everyone.

That doesn’t mean it’s all black and white

Or can be changed with a gun.

 

It’s often a matter of perspective.

And that makes it hard to understand.

Why someone turns grey into black or white

Without experiences of the other man.

 

If you have been supported by faith

Then religion can be your guiding hand.

Survive Jihads, Inquisitions and pedophile priests

You might begin to feel nothing but hate.

 

The police are always there to serve,

And get you home safe at night.

In my neighborhood it ain’t like that at all

So it’s safer to take your chances and run.

 

Intelligence is not the answer,

Though wisdom certainly is.

I might be waiting for the cows to come home

But I don’t have time for this.

 

All the experts seem so smart,

Until you hear from the others.

Sooner or later we have to realize

It’s time to stop killing our brothers.

 

Smart people become rich people,

Their answers bring cash and fame.

The poorest will always be poor; just look at them.

There’s no one else to blame.

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MSK 10-29-2018

Happy as a clam but on the verge of tears.

Thought I would be there but wasted the years.

It’s not just a matter of confronting your fears

It’s looking like a fool in front of your peers.

 

Quiet as a mouse is not sneaking around.

Are you still there if you don’t make a sound?

No breathing.  No movement, ffrrooo__zen: never found.

God Damn Innocence can’t be sold by the pound.

 

So where are we now?

Still in control?

Is there really enough money

To buy your soul?

 

So where are we now?

Still in control somehow?

It seems a little bit funny

That no one knows how.

 

Hungry as a bear brought to the verge of tears

Reflections in ice from thousands of years.

Helpless    Hopeless     Drowning in fears

Watch as the suffering spreads to your peers.

 

So where are they now?

Still in control?

Is there really enough money

To buy their soul?

 

Sometimes circles don’t go ‘round and ‘round.

Often; It’s the colors that make a sound.

Who suffers?     Paid Players,   Cho__zen:      lost not found.

Everything in life can be bought by the pound.

Everything alive can be bought by the pound.

MSK 10-29-2018

Wise as an owl

And sly as a fox.

Hungry as a bear

Majestic as a whale

Strong as an ox

Hung like a horse.

Fast as a cheetah

And quiet as a mouse……..

 

What will we be like

When none of them are around?

 

Loyal as a dog

But finicky like a cat.

Soaring like an eagle

And happy as a clam.

Nutty as a squirrel

Still playin’ possum

Silent like a snake

Climb like a goat

And sing like a bird.

 

What will we be like

When none of them are around?

 

Tall as a tree

Bright as a star

Deep as the ocean

And flow like the river.

Whisper like the wind

And sing like a bird.

 

What will we be like?

What will we be like?

What will we be like?

What will we be like ?

When none of them are alive?

© MSK 10-2017

This song has taken a while to finalize the arrangement.  It is only part of the song it started out as.  Diced, sliced, edited and rewritten, I hope this first mix sounds like it belongs!  Sometimes you are guided.

I will play other sections in the future.

Please enjoy “Deep Inside”

Deep Inside me, Deep inside the eye of the storm

Deep Inside you.  Deep Inside the eye of the storm.

Deep Inside me, Deep Inside.

 

Sometimes you are guided

And sometimes you are not.

The road is long; it never ends

No matter what you thought.

 

The place you are standing

Was never meant to be.

Lost when your memories

Created what you see.

 

Pound after pound

Life gets laid upon you hard.

Sound after sound

As the dealer plays his cards.

 

Sometimes you are guided

And sometimes you are not.

The road is long; it never ends

No matter what you thought.

 

Deep Inside me, Deep Inside the eye of the storm

Deep Inside you.  Deep Inside.

 

(C) MSK 9-14-2018

She looks so happy

From the outside, many of us do.

Sure and in control

Man, I wish that were true.

 

For every question

So sure we have all the answers.

Act as if we’re immune

To weakness, disease and cancers.

 

He stands there so calm.

No sign that he’s ready to explode.

Sleeves rolled up: digs in

This close to just running down the road.

 

There is no training for this.

Won’t find it on utube or Internet search.

There is no training for this.

                 No help from lawyers, police or church.

 

For every question

So sure we have all the answers.

Talk as if we’re not human

Just crazy, drugged up dancers.

                                                                                                              MSK ©  9-12-2018

Faded jeans and worn-out shoes

You gotta dress right when you sing the Blues.

Down trodden with a broken heart

Don’t even try unless you look the part.

 

You Gotta Dress Right

Gotta-haves that go on forever.

You Gotta Dress Right

Come in every size, shape and flavor.

You Gotta Dress Right

No place for losers kid; be all you can be.

You Gotta Dress Right

If you want to sing the Blues like me.

 

Million dollar suit and ties

On thousands of rehearsed handshakes and smiles.

Each one willing to beat the rest

No excuses, no failure: this is no test.

 

You Gotta Dress Right

Gotta-haves that go on forever

You Gotta Dress Right

Come in every size, shape and flavor.

You Gotta Dress Right

No place for losers kid; be all you can be

You Gotta Dress Right

If you want to sing the Blues like me.

 

© MSK 6-13-11 from notes on 3-7-93

 

        From the middle, each end is far away

        Somewhere in-between, we learn how to pray.

 

        In every story there is a hint of truth

        Behind every lie is a mountain of proof.

 

                It’s always during the cold lonely nights

                That you find out what you’re missing.

                        I am missing you.

 

        If you think of leaving or sticking around

        It’s better to know what lives underground.